Chapter six hundred and fifty first perception one
Three days later.
Lu Sheng carefully sat cross-legged in the center of a huge and complex formation.
This time the formation is much larger than before.
If nothing else happens, the time flow rate difference this time should be far greater than any previous time.
In one breath, he completely laid out the limit of the formation he could do. Without paying attention to the energy level, he only searched the world with the largest flow velocity difference.
In this way, the minimum multiple can be at least one to one hundred. A slightly larger ratio can be one to hundreds, or even thousands or thousands.
Such a huge difference in flow speed was enough for him to feel inside for a long time.
Chi.
Lu Sheng slowly erased a pattern that controlled the energy level, and then used a crystal knife to carve a new pattern.
Then slowly inject Yang Yuan into it from time to time, so that the formation patterns are completely integrated into the entire formation.
"Overturning the sea." Lu Sheng said softly and touched the ground of the formation with his index finger.
hiss
A metal ball that had completely turned into jet black slowly emerged from behind him.
"Using the repaired and strengthened sea-covering beads as the core of the array should be able to extend the duration of the crack and withstand more space-time pressure.
It would be better if the size of some cracks could be enlarged." Lu Sheng already had some vague ideas, it would be best to use formations to leave solid landmarks in both worlds.
In this way, it would be easier for him to cross over into the world he had been to before.
Unfortunately, to achieve this level, the energy required is too huge. The energy of a single individual is not enough.
Beacons require extremely powerful power to continuously send out signals and penetrate countless space-time storms and space-time vortices.
This requires a steady supply of energy and a steady stream of replacement manpower.
"Let's leave it at that for now." Lu Sheng repaired the last bit of array patterns and checked the high-level items on his body up and down.
On this trip to a low-energy world, all high-energy things cannot be brought there and will be isolated from the world barrier.
Once isolated during time travel, anything without enough energy protection will be torn to pieces in an instant.
So Lu Sheng went up and down and threw all his things into the Sea-Flowing Pearl. He wasn't sure whether the world of mind could bring things to him, so he simply didn't take the risk.
Some elixirs, two magical weapons, a newly purchased magic dagger used for surgery, and two bottles of divine soul soothing potions that contain great spiritual power.
The others were some miscellaneous bits and pieces. Lu Sheng only kept some basic gold, silver and gems on his body, and then added some high-calorie food. Then he opened the large array and injected enough Yang Yuan mana into the sea-turning pearl.
After doing all this, he calmed down his body and mind, slowly closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged in his original position.
Hiss
Little by little red lines slowly lit up and spread along the formation pattern.
The sea-covering bead is suspended in mid-air, and red lines are slowly connected below. The number of red lines is getting more and more dense.
Chi!!
In an instant, a gray light flashed past, and above the sea beads, a gray crack suddenly opened.
Lu Sheng jumped up, his whole body turned into black light, and shot into the crack like an arrow.
The cracks slowly closed, leaving only a point the size of a sesame seed still suspended in the air.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The sea-covering pearl quickly shot out red lines, tightly wrapping this bit of gray.
So that it can be expanded and opened again when needed next time.
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There was a crash.
The white curtains were pulled open.
Lu Sheng looked out the window at the flat lawn and the little blond boy riding a bicycle in circles. In his ears, he could faintly hear the swishing sound outside the door.
He looked down at his clothes.
He is 1.6 meters tall, wearing a white shirt and jeans, and carrying a small schoolbag with double shoulder straps. He also has a school badge on his right chest.
"Fifteen-year-old Zhuo Zhenyu is studying at the Second Central School of Shihua Town. His biggest wish is for his father to fulfill his wish and become the world's top painter with the title of God."
"I felt something was wrong before the arrival, but it turned out to be true after the arrival." Lu Sheng exhaled helplessly.
Through the reflection in the glass, he could clearly see that his childish face had not yet shed its childishness.
"The skin color is a bit white. Does it look like a Westerner's skin color or an Eastern face?"
Lu Sheng was quite satisfied with this body. This world was as he expected, a world without any extraordinary power.
The energy inertia in the void is incredibly strong.
In the demon world, the huge yin fire energy can destroy thousands of kilometers, but even a cigarette is not enough here.
Lu Sheng tried to use the main body to show his strength from the beginning. Unfortunately, the material structure here is extremely stable and there is almost no free energy. Being able to light up the Yin Fire is already pretty good.
Apart from these, what interests him is that the main theme of this world is the painter.
More than 100 countries in the world hold a world-class painter competition every year, named Eye of God.
The top three winners will receive the supreme titles of God's Eye, God's Hand, and God's Color respectively.
The father of this body was once an 'excellent' painter.
Judging from Zhuo Zhenyu's memory, his father Zhuo Siqing's painting skills were "strong" and he was particularly confident in his realistic painting skills. Although he participated in many competitions, he never broke through to the district level.
Zhuo Siqing also attributed the reason to the lack of discernment of the judges above him. He was always depressed and puzzled.
But what made him speechless was that this guy often boasted about his extraordinary strength in front of Zhuo Zhenyu. If he hadn't been such a sluggish person, his painting skills would have improved a long time ago, and it wouldn't be a problem to reach the world finals.
As for his mother, Zhuo Zhenyu has never seen him since he was a child. His father, Zhuo Siqing, was both a father and a mother, taking over all the housework.
The most interesting thing is that there are a very small number of painters in this world, and they claim to have mastered a secret called painting soul.
The paintings created by painters who master the soul of painting can even unconditionally affect any living person who sees the painting, causing them to fall into various hallucinations and emotions.
"Ordinary painters don't have any abilities, they are just ordinary people, but painters who master the advanced skills of painting souls can actually have all kinds of special powers.
"This world has so many restrictions on extraordinary power, but it is so relaxed and generous in painting. It seems that I am going to start learning to paint this time!"
Lu Sheng recalled Zhuo Zhenyu's memory. Because he liked sports since he was a child, Zhuo Zhenyu scoffed at all the paintings his father tried to teach him and was completely uninterested.
This also resulted in him not even being qualified in basic skills, let alone becoming a painter.
Although some things later changed my impression of Huado, I have just started to catch up now. It’s a bit late.
"What's a bit troublesome is that if you don't have any martial arts skills in painting, if you want to use Deep Blue to achieve it quickly, I'm afraid there's no way." Lu Sheng frowned and walked to the desk to read the book on it.
Basic sketching techniques, learn painting, sketching and coloring from masters.
I casually opened it and took a look, and it was all messy with a lot of annotations. The black words and red annotations were mixed together, and the overall look gave off a strong academic atmosphere.
In some places, there are even several paragraphs of comments in one sentence.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu?" Zhuo Siqing called his name loudly outside the room.
Lu Sheng calmed down and ran out quickly.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Zhuo Siqing was wearing a somewhat wrinkled casual black suit and glasses, and was holding a bag of killed fish in his hand.
Hearing Lu Sheng's words, I felt something was wrong. His son didn't usually respond like this.
But he didn't care much, he recovered immediately, changed his shoes and threw the fish into the kitchen sink.
"How's it going? Did everything go well at school today?" He went to the living room and turned on the air conditioner, then took off his coat and sat down and asked.
"It's okay." Lu Sheng also sat down.
He had previously calculated based on the comparison of energy activity in this world. It is estimated that the energy here is extremely thin and the inertia is frighteningly high.
After calculation using the conversion formula, the time difference with the Demonic World is approximately one to four hundred.
In other words, a year here takes less than a day there.
Ten years here, ten days there.
Although this time is not too much, it is already enough for Lu Sheng who is seriously short of time nowadays.
Whether we can break through the confusion this time depends on the insights here.
In fact, it would be best if we arrived in a world with high energy concentration, but this kind of thing is not something Lu Sheng can decide.
"It's best to understand the key in the past few years."
Lu Sheng took off his schoolbag and instinctively reached out to grab the red bean paste bun he had just taken out from the table.
Snap.
Zhuo Siqing grabbed his wrist accurately.
"Eat after you finish your meal!"
"Okay." Lu Sheng immediately regained control. It wasn't that he wanted to eat, but that this body Zhuo Zhenyu liked to eat.
"You can eat in the school cafeteria in a few days. Your father and I are going to participate in a competition."
When Zhuo Siqing talked about painting, his eyebrows lit up and he was in high spirits. Even Lu Sheng reached out and secretly grabbed the red bean paste buns and ate them, forgetting to pay attention.
Lu Sheng is not in a hurry. Anyway, Zhuo Siqing has participated in so many competitions, big and small. As for this body's wish, it doesn't matter whether he can achieve it or not. Anyway, now the soul has been able to accommodate the limit of the body. It can only be integrated again.
Could be a waste.
The most important thing is perception.
As for how to realize
Lu Sheng memorized the Dongyuan Qiulu Fertilizing Technique in advance. The cultivation of this technique is mainly based on the spirit.
The emphasis is on being natural and following the trend.
After chatting with Zhuo Siqing after eating, he was rushed back to his room to do his homework, while Zhuo Siqing continued to practice painting.
Now the family relies on him to barely sell ordinary paintings to survive.
I had to grit my teeth to add a fish today. Zhuo Siqing saw that his son looked bad, so he went out to buy something to replenish his body.
After dinner, Lu Sheng sat back at his desk.
"No matter what, let's practice self-protection first."
Even if he doesn't have extraordinary power, Yang Yuan nourishing him alone is enough.
In the next few days, Lu Sheng learned basic painting skills from scratch while adapting to the living environment.
Zhuo Siqing, who participated in the competition, soon came back dejected. His painting didn't even make it to the district finals.
However, there are advantages to repeated defeats. He returned to normal in one afternoon and continued to cook for Lu Sheng.
Soon a dish and a soup were brought to the table.
"Eat. After eating, go back and practice your basic skills." Zhuo Siqing waved his hand.
"Dad, how's your painting going? Have you made it to the finals?" Lu Sheng revealed the scars without mercy.
Zhuo Siqing's face twitched.
"It's just the finals. Of course I can make it. But later I saw that the old man in the same group was having a hard time, so I took the initiative to step aside and let him come in."