Chapter 116 Climbing the building to offer sacrifices, a thousand miles a day
At the end of Pan Wenzhuo's field of vision, in the distance, there is a small steep building shrouded in the silvery moonlight.
At this moment, everyone in Nankang Academy, from Chang Sun Sheng to those Confucian scholars from outside Nankang Academy in the square.
They all opened their eyes incredulously, and the shock and surprise in their eyes almost turned into reality and overflowed their eyes!
And at the end of their sight was the seventh floor of Nankang Building.
The moment Pan Wenzhuo raised his head, his divine light quietly lit up.
That is to say.
"Junior brother, have you already reached the seventh floor?"
In front of Nankang Tower.
Changsun Sheng's eyes were dull. It was Jiang Xue next to him, but the shocking voice with a slightly different tone rang out, which brought the old hospital master out of his shock. He looked at the silver glow on the seventh floor and nodded lightly.
Jiang Xue and Changsun Sheng, their initial predictions about Gu Changsheng.
This is the ending of the fifth or sixth floor.
After all, although Gu Changsheng has the Nankang Order, which can save him a lot of effort and effort, he is also a peerless talent.
But every time you climb a floor, the test of the book mountain you will face will increase by a few points.
This is not a heavy pressure that can be completely ignored with the word "great talent".
Forget it.
In Changsun Sheng's view, even if Gu Changsheng could climb to the fifth or sixth floor.
It will take at least half an hour, and even by noon, you may not be able to complete the climb.
After all, climbing to the Wenlou Building and reaching the back is basically difficult, and every step requires a lot of effort.
But how long has it been since Gu Changsheng entered Nankang Tower until now?
Is there a quarter of an hour?
I’m afraid I won’t even have time to burn a stick of incense!
…
Nankang Building, seventh floor.
If the outside world were to see Gu Changsheng at this time.
I'm afraid every eyeball will fall to the ground in shock.
On the stairs, Gu Changsheng's expression was calm and indifferent, not at all tired, and only filled with emotion in his heart.
The object of emotion is naturally the context of Hua Dao.
With the blessing of Hua Dao cultural context, the test of Nankang Mansion's humanistic cultural context did not exist at all for Gu Changsheng.
No matter how magical the cultural context of Nankang is, in the final analysis, it is also the evolution of "humanity".
But the painting culture in Gu Changsheng's body is of a first-class nature.
Even if this Hua Dao cultural context is just new, like a newly sprouted seed, it is still superior to the Nankang cultural context.
This also makes climbing the stairs extremely difficult in the eyes of others.
For Gu Changsheng, it was as easy as eating and drinking.
After all, even an ordinary person would be exhausted and out of breath after climbing seven floors.
But Gu Changsheng is not only a Confucianism cultivator, but also a genuine ninth-level warrior.
Wufu's strong physical fitness was useful at this time, in this place, and from this angle that even Gu Changsheng couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.
Shaking his head and putting aside the distracting thoughts, Gu Changsheng prepared to continue climbing higher.
But just when he took the next step and stepped onto the seventh to eighth stairs.
"Buzz!"
The projection of the mountain of books that appeared in front of him suddenly trembled.
Immediately, under the incredible gaze of Gu Changsheng.
Among the mountains of books, there are phantoms of painters who are splashing ink and painting a series of paintings that will be handed down from generation to generation.
At this moment, it became extremely solid.
Then, on Gu Changsheng's wrist, the logo of Hua Dao Context appeared, and under the influence of the logo, one after another, phantoms came out of the mountain of books.
It sank directly into the golden emblem on Gu Changsheng's wrist, the external embodiment of Hua Dao's cultural heritage!
And with the shadow of these painters, we enter the context of painting.
There were also reminder messages appearing in Gu Changsheng's mind.
"The sacrifice is completed, the sacrifice is completed, the sacrifice is completed..."
at the same time.
There was also a massive amount of memory information in his mind!
Those are the painters who have painted masterpieces in the past dynasties of Nankang Prefecture. They have accumulated a lifetime of painting experience and have mastered it at this moment!
It fell directly on Gu Changsheng!
Although it did not cause Gu Changsheng's painting skills to skyrocket, it did allow Gu Changsheng's painting skills and painting experience to experience an almost crazy surge!
This is a very amazing experience.
Gu Changsheng felt as if he had transformed into one of the famous painters in Nankang Mansion. After experiencing their lives, as their identities, he painted classic paintings that will be passed down to future generations!
Until the last figure of the painter merges into the context of painting.
The sound of the completion of the sacrifice finally stopped.
And Gu Changsheng also exited from that mysterious state and opened his eyes again.
His eyes were already bright and bright, like a pair of deep stars that never dimmed, but they became even deeper.
Compared with the transformation of temperament, what Gu Changsheng cares more about is...
"Now, if I were to go back to my previous life, I would be able to become a great master of traditional Chinese painting just by relying on my painting skills!"
Gu Changsheng looked at his right hand holding the pen and couldn't help but sigh softly, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips!
And just then.
"The sacrifice is completed, the context of the painting is drawn, and the progress of the sacrifice has reached the standard!"
"Congratulations to the host for receiving the feedback reward."
“Buzz——!”
Not waiting for Gu Changsheng to come to his senses.
He only felt that the God-Sacrifice Painting Palace was suddenly shaken, and immediately, from the painting context, a divine light of talent that was more than twice as condensed as when he was offering sacrifices to the Hunling Flower fell down.
It fell into Gu Changsheng’s chest!
"Painting Dao context, sacrifice progress: 10%."
"Sacrifice reward: Seven Inches of Talent."
Seven inches of talent.
Feeling that the talent in the chest is once again so full that it almost overflows with the talent of Wen Gong Lingtai.
Gu Changsheng just felt a little bit dumbfounded, not knowing whether to be happy or depressed.
Needless to say, he is delighted. With the rewards of these seven inches of talent in place, Gu Changsheng's accumulated talent is now close to twenty inches.
Under normal circumstances, even a great scholar with a sixth-level artistic conception probably only has so much talent in his chest.
As for depression, needless to say.
That's when Gu Changsheng realized that he had to climb the stairs as soon as possible and then start painting to consume his talent.
Otherwise, all the talent he has gained will really be wasted!
Just think of this.
Gu Changsheng stopped hesitating and started heading higher to the Nankang Tower.
At the same time, outside Nankang Building, on the Academy Square.
Almost all the Confucian scholars and literati held their breath involuntarily after seeing the silver light on the seventh floor of Nankang Building.
Even Pan Wenzhuo is no exception.
He never expected that Gu Changsheng would directly ascend to the seventh floor!
In his opinion, even if Gu Changsheng holds the Nankang Order, even if he is a great talent who created "Jian Jin Liquor", he is already lucky to be able to reach the fifth floor!