After a while, the first disciple who went up withdrew with an embarrassed look on his face.
No matter how hard this disciple tried, the painting didn't even move.
Not to mention that some spirit in the painting appeared.
Seeing this, those who were originally anxious calmed down. The anxiety disappeared and was replaced by dignity and seriousness.
At this moment, they were no longer rushing to take action.
I plan to observe it for a while.
While waiting, the second person stood up.
She is a female disciple.
Chen Qingyan's eyes flashed, knowing that he was the only one who could summon the painting spirit, he took action.
This female disciple was very decisive. She walked in front of and behind the painting and cut her palm with a knife, causing blood to flow out.
Instantly, an intoxicating aroma filled the air.
The female disciple put her bloody hands in front of the painting.
The painting immediately flashed with light, and a fairy in the painting whose face could not be seen clearly came out.
"It's done!"
Everyone exclaimed.
The female disciple looked confident and walked over in high spirits after being greeted by the round-faced immortal.
Her blood is unusual and very rare. It can shape the physical body of spiritual bodies. It is not only useful for ghosts, but also for artifacts and spirits.
The spirit in the painting is also a kind of weapon spirit, and naturally cannot escape the attraction of spiritual blood.
The remaining disciples suddenly had different thoughts when they saw that the round-faced immortal still did not take back the scroll.
Soon, another disciple came forward to try.
With "lessons learned from past mistakes", the method chosen by this disciple would be much smarter.
He used some items that were quite attractive to the weapon spirits.
After many attempts, finally...
Failed.
Next, many disciples stepped forward to try.
After the spiritual blood female disciple, another person succeeded.
Chen Qingyan had been waiting for this moment.
When the other party walked towards the round-faced immortal, he walked up to the scroll, muttered something in his mouth, pretended to be a ghost for a while, then slapped his palm directly on the bearing of the scroll.
"Please come out and see the painting fairy."
"..."
The place was quiet.
The scroll didn't even move.
Chen Qingyan raised his eyebrows and said again: "Please come out and see the painting fairy?"
Still no response.
Chen Qingyan smiled awkwardly and tightened his grip on the scroll.
Secretly send a message to the spirit in the painting to threaten: "If you don't come out, I will kill you!"
Brush it.
The fairy in the painting walked out looking slightly embarrassed.
Chen Qingyan smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you very much, please come back!"
The scene was quiet again.
Everyone looked at each other, including the two palace masters and several immortals. No one could see how the disciple named "Wang Teng" did it.
"You, come here!"
The round-faced girl fairy spoke.
Chen Qingyan bowed politely and walked over with a kind face.
Next to me, the female disciple from before was curious, "What did you do to the painting fairy?"
Chen Qingyan smiled slightly and said, "I didn't do anything, I just gave you a few words of good advice. Maybe the painting fairy was moved by my sincerity, so I rewarded you."
Hearing this, the two people around him were speechless for a while.
If it was really that easy, how could it be possible that only a few of them had succeeded until now.
But at this moment, the round-faced girl put the scroll away.
"I have enough people here. That's it."
Leave a word and a lamentation of regret.
Next, there is the last immortal selector.
This one is not as procrastinating as the round-faced immortal. Just like before, he already has a candidate.
As a result, a decision related to the future of Huanglong Palace and the personal destiny of the disciples came to an end in Mingshen Temple.
The three of them, Chen Qingyan, were taken to her cave by the round-faced immortal.
The timidity on the girl's face disappeared without a trace when she left those immortals.
She drank a glass of water by herself, then pointed at the female disciple, "What's your name?"
"My name is He Juan." The female disciple replied quickly.
"Well," the round-faced fairy nodded and threw the previous painting onto her, "I'll teach you a secret. From today on, you feed this painting with blood once a day."
In an instant, He Juan's face turned pale.
"Fairy, Fairy, the spiritual blood in my body is connected to my cultivation. Every time I use it, my cultivation will drop. If the loss is too great, my life will be in danger."
After hearing what she said, the round-faced fairy threw a bottle over.
"'Jiuzhenshengxue Pills', take one pill before each blood feeding, it can protect your life."
She only said "I don't have to worry about my life". Obviously, the price of declining cultivation was not in her consideration.
He Juan held the elixir bottle, her whole body trembling.
"Why, you don't want to?" The round-faced immortal sneered, and his long hair slid away from his face, revealing his hollow cheeks.
On the hollow cheeks, there were several dim little figures sitting cross-legged. Their shapes were very similar to those of the painting fairy I had seen before.
"If you don't want to, I will kill you now and drain all your spiritual blood to water my paintings."
He Juan was frightened and trembled.
The cultivation level that the other party had just revealed was still higher than that of most of the elders in the palace. He Juan was only a major cultivator, so how could she dare to disobey her.
"If the disciple is willing, the disciple is willing."
She kowtowed repeatedly.
Next to him, the male disciple saw this scene and his heart was already cold.
Sure enough, there is no pie in the sky. The so-called selection of immortals is not based on orthodoxy, but based on personal needs.
The round-faced immortal ignored He Juan who was kneeling on the ground and looked at the male disciple, "What is your name?"
"Disciple... Wan Yue." The male disciple could only answer bravely.
The round-faced immortal took out another painting and threw it to Wan Yue.
"Since you can draw out the painting spirit, you are somewhat capable, but you don't have the spiritual blood in your body like He Juan, so just keep this painting alive for me!"
She explained, "She is still very young, but she is very smart. If she has any needs, she will tell you and you have to satisfy them. Do you understand?"
Speaking of the latter part, the round-faced immortal seemed to threaten you, "If you let me spoil you, I will make you unable to live or die."
Wan Yue's heart was tight and he could only agree because of the immortal's power.
Fortunately, compared with He Juan's clear fate, his job of raising paintings is barely acceptable.
It's Chen Qingyan's turn.
"Your name is Wang Teng!" the round-faced immortal asked directly.
Chen Qingyan was not surprised that the other party knew his name, because many people had discussed it before in the Ming Temple.
"I am."
Chen Qingyan was calm and collected.
This performance made the round-faced fairy a little dissatisfied, but she still remembered the business, so she asked:
"How on earth did you let the painting spirit come out? Don't use any kind words to persuade the painting spirit. If the painting spirit is moved, you can fool me. I know their habits better than you."
Chen Qingyan did not answer, but asked, "What about you, what is your name?"
There was silence in the field.
Why did this sentence sound familiar? The round-faced immortal blinked in confusion.
He Juan, who was kneeling on the ground, quietly raised her head.
Wan Yue was even more stunned and turned his head to look over.
"My name is Lu Qiu'e. Have you ever heard of the painting fairy Lu Lan? He is the ancestor of my Lu family." The round-faced fairy raised her round chin slightly.
Chen Qingyan thought about it and shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."
Lu Qiu'e's face froze, and then she sneered, "Huh, I don't blame you, the guilty people know the immortal family affairs."
But as soon as she finished speaking, she came back to her thoughts and scolded with a cold expression, "I asked you how you summoned the painting spirit. Tell me quickly."
Chen Qingyan held up his chin, "Rather than just talking, why don't I do it for you?"
"So that you can experience the... fear that the Painting Fairy felt at that time."
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