Because there are still five Shenwei Pills that can last for two months, Jiang Yi is not in a hurry for the rest of the time. He practices Yuanli every night, wakes up in the morning to accompany Fengluan Qingyu, Jiang Xiaonu and others, and then practices painting.
, he now no longer deliberately draws celestial paintings, but draws freely and freely, aiming to improve his painting skills. In the afternoon, he will take a nap for an hour, and when he wakes up, he will continue to practice Yuanli, comprehend Tao patterns or comprehend witchcraft.
The days passed in an ordinary way, and Jiang Xiaonu rested for half a month and continued to retreat. She knew very well that the stronger she was, the more she could help Jiang Yi, and the pressure on Jiang Yi's shoulders would not be so heavy.
Qian Wankuan also went into seclusion. His soul dao pattern fragment realized the last critical moment. If he can fully realize it, his strength will reach the peak of King Kong. Although this strength is useless to Jiang Yi, it can at least prolong his life, right? And
Everyone is in seclusion, they are bored, and he is also idle when he is idle...
Jiang Yi's Yuanli cultivation speed is too fast, but unfortunately there is no progress in Dao pattern perception. The other three lower-level Dao patterns have no idea how to integrate them. However, the witchcraft of tens of thousands of clones has made some progress again, and he can already clone five hundred.
"Forget it, as long as you have mastered this witchcraft to this level, there is no point in having more clones."
Twenty days later, Jiang Yi decisively turned to the witchcraft of Burning the Sky. He practiced this witchcraft to the extreme and was able to refine the Nine Yang True Flame that burns the peak of the Heavenly Lord. Jiang Yi has not stopped participating in this witchcraft over the years.
Enlightenment, but unfortunately the progress is slow, he can only refine the earth fire now.
While practicing Yuanli, Jiang Yi understood the witchcraft of Burning the Sky. His life was fulfilling and comfortable. He forced himself to forget about Su Ruoxue and his clothes. Because when he thought of these two most important women in his life,
His heart will hurt, his spirit will be confused, and he will not be able to practice cultivation. If this continues, it will only get worse.
A month passed in the blink of an eye, and it was another full moon night. Shenwei arrived as promised, and everyone gathered together again. This time Qian Wagguan Qingyu did not act stupid, and took the Shenwei Pill, Yazhen Beast and Golden Jiao early.
He also swallowed the Shenqi Pill immediately. Jiang Xiaonu hugged the little fox Xiaofei and sat quietly next to Jiang Yi, who sat cross-legged in the hall and concentrated on dealing with Shenqi's soul attack.
No surprise at all
Jiang Yi persisted for two hours. This time, the main soul split into three soul swords again. The number of soul swords in his soul consciousness reached forty-two. During this period, he released his spiritual thoughts to explore the source of the strange sound, but still found nothing.
It seems that this is really God crying, a natural soul attack formed by nature.
"Huhu"
After resisting the soul attacks for two hours with all his heart, Jiang Yi was very tired. He rested for half an hour before opening his eyes. After seeing that everyone was in peace, he felt much more relaxed.
"Boss..."
Suddenly, Qian Wagguan called over: "Can you come into the room?"
"Well?"
Jiang Yi blinked in confusion, stood up and asked everyone to disperse, and followed Qian Waguan into his room.
As soon as the "boss" entered, Qian Wagguan opened the room ban and said through a message: "The Weeping Pill is too expensive, why don't we give it to... the Golden Dragon and the Jade Beast?
"Which one?"
Jiang Yi frowned, his face darkened, and he shook his head and said: "Wan Guan, the golden dragon and the 睝眚 beast are all monsters and my spirit beasts, but it is absolutely impossible for you to ask me to kill them."
"I didn't ask you to kill them"
Qian Wanguan rolled his eyes and explained: "I mean, give them back their freedom, and then help them arrange the secret ship to send them away from Sin Island. After all, it doesn't make much sense for them to follow us. It will not only drag us down, but it may also drag them down.
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"oh oh"
Jiang Yi's face looked better. Although the Golden Dragon and the Jiazu Beast were his spirit beasts, they had been together for so long and they had feelings for each other. Especially the Jiazu Beast, although its strength is now relatively pitiful and it is basically useless.
But Jiang Yi never thought of giving it up.
"Return freedom and send it away?"
Jiang Yi thought for a while and said: "The Yaju Beast should continue to follow. I will ask the Golden Dragon. If it wants to leave, I will return its soul seal and you can arrange a secret ship for it."
"Okay, I'll go ask the golden dragon to come in."
Qian Wagguan nodded helplessly. He had actually known this outcome for a long time. Jiang Yi was the most loyal person. He might be cold-blooded and ruthless when dealing with his enemies, but he could show his heart, liver, and lungs when dealing with his own people.
"Golden Dragon"
Qian Wagguan went out and called Jin Jiao in. Jiang Yi said bluntly: "I'll give you two choices. The first is to stay and follow me. If I succeed in the future, I will never treat you badly. The second is that I will pay you back."
Free, arrange a secret ship to take you out of Sin Island."
The golden dragon was startled. It didn't expect Jiang Yi to free it so early. It lowered its head and thought for a long time, and finally shook its head and said: "Sir, I'd better continue to follow you. In this God-given city, my cultivation speed can be increased a lot.
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"Then you can continue to station outside."
Jiang Yi patted Jin Jiao's shoulder and sent it out. Qian Wagguan frowned in pain. Jiang Yi grinned and said: "Don't worry Wan Guan. My painting skills have improved recently. I'll practice for a few more days and I'll paint."
I give you some high-level sky paintings, you can sell them."
"Um"
Qian Wanguan nodded and went out to discuss the details of selling the paintings with Feng Luan. Jiang Yi went to another room. He just talked about painting, and he got interested and planned to start today to see if he could paint a few good paintings.
Draw it.
Qingyu wanted to come in and grind, but Jiang Yi waved his hand to signal her to stay away. If he painted mechanically like last time, the quality of the painting would not be much higher. If you want to paint a good painting, you need to pour in your emotions.
This is actually no different from playing the piano and singing. If you play and sing mechanically, no matter how good your skills are, you can only sing a good tune. But if you can put your emotions into it, you can play and sing the tune alive.
If you are alive, then even if your technique is a little different, it is still the sound of nature.
He held the pen in one hand and did not move, but closed his eyes. He did not enter the state of unity between man and nature, but stood quietly, but scenes emerged in his mind.
"Mother..."
A beautiful and kind face first appeared in his mind, and he remembered the words in the illusion left by Yi Piaopiao using his great magical power: "My child, hello, my name is Yi Piaopiao, I am your incompetent mother-in-law."
Dear...My child, if we can never meet again in this life, please don't be sad. This is the destiny given to us by God...My mother will always love you, miss you, and miss you..."
The loving words echoed endlessly, and Jiang Yi's face showed a trace of deep longing. At this moment, he lit up the red Yuan Power in his hand and finally started writing.
The strokes are like a spirit, the pen goes into the wild snake, dots and embellishments, a few strokes and a few hooks, a peerless thing appears on the white paper. The young woman does not make people feel too stunning, nor does it make people want, but as long as any
Anyone looking at this picture will touch their soul, especially the faint smile on the young woman's lips, which seems to be able to heal the wounds in anyone's heart.
"Tick tock, tick tock"
Feng Luan and Qing Yu didn't know when they came behind him. They didn't make any sound. They were covering their mouths at this moment, but their delicate bodies were trembling slightly.
The eyes of both of them were crystal clear, and tears flowed down like small rivers, making a slight sound when they dropped on the ground. Seeing this painting, the two of them inexplicably thought of their mothers and their family members far away in Fengming Continent.
, it seems that this painting has an inexplicable magic that can bring back endless memories for the two of them...