"Okay, okay, let's eat your food quickly. By the way. Why have you started running in the morning recently?" Zhuo Siqing asked, changing the subject.
"I feel bad and want to exercise." Lu Sheng answered honestly.
Even if you don't have extraordinary abilities, you still have blood.
Based on the condition of this body, he found out a set of special exercises specifically for cultivating hand and eye abilities. The name was somewhat special, called Silver Demonic Way.
It is a training method created by a master of painting and calligraphy in Dayin.
It is said that after practicing to the highest level, a master can transform countless afterimages and complete hundreds of paintings in an instant, but that person's paintings are naturally not just paintings.
This technique was slightly modified by Lu Sheng to make it more suitable for his own situation before he started practicing it.
At this point, it completely becomes a method to exercise the flexibility of the wrist. Even many of these places are inappropriate because they require a large amount of energy to be used.
In order to make up for the shortcoming, Lu Sheng dissolved another spiritual silk and let it merge into his body to slowly nourish himself.
Although the soul-stimulating silk does not comply with the rules of the world, as long as it does not leave the body, it will not have much impact.
"Exercise is a good thing, but don't make yourself worse," Zhuo Siqing reminded. "I will have a painting symposium to attend in a while. I will prepare the food in advance, and you can eat it alone at home.
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"Okay." Lu Sheng nodded.
We already have some clues about the Dongyuan Qiulu Fertilizing Art, which provides fifteen special divine patterns with different patterns.
The way to exercise your spirit is to continuously observe these patterns every day and follow every line of the pattern with your eyes.
Lu Sheng exercised several times in a row and felt a vague coolness in his soul. He also felt a little tighter, as if his soul was being suppressed by some huge force.
Soon, more than a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Lu Sheng gradually got used to living like this. Under his already extremely powerful soul power, he controlled his hands and continued to practice, and his basic painting skills had been successfully upgraded to an advanced stage.
Some basic sketches of characters, landscapes, etc. also look barely adequate.
It is almost only one step away from becoming an official painter.
Another gain is that his body is getting taller and taller, and his body is much thicker.
The strong muscles gradually appeared on the arms and legs. The original height of 1.6 meters has jumped several centimeters due to the fusion of the spiritual silk, and is now more than 1.7 meters.
As for the Dongyuan Autumn Dew Fertilizing Technique, this volume is divided into nine levels. With the help of the soul from the top of the army, this method quickly broke through the first level and entered the second level. Now I started to observe another pattern.
Life goes by like this little by little.
Soon, it was time for Zhuo Siqing to participate in a new round of national painter competition.
The wish was to fulfill Zhuo Siqing's wish, so Lu Sheng had nothing to do and simply went along.
In the first round of the national competition, painters are first selected in the district. Only then the top three in the district are eligible to go to the central city.
The competitions here are all organized on a level-by-level basis according to the town, district, central city, national level and international levels.
There are several types of competitions, one of the most authoritative is the World Eye of God Competition.
Lu Sheng had nothing to do but he had nothing to do. There was no limit to where he could observe the divine patterns every day, so he followed Zhuo Siqing to the registration office in the district.
"Zhuo Siqing, are you here again? Can you do it this year?" the old man in charge of registration asked with a smile.
"Nonsense, I must believe it!" Zhuo Siqing waved his hand and said politely.
"You have a good attitude."
With a click, a seal was stamped, and the old man handed the written registration form to Zhuo Siqing, and then glanced at Zhuo Zhenyu behind him.
"It's so strong." He couldn't help but admire it.
"Strong means you can eat it." Zhuo Siqing said helplessly.
"Isn't this good?" the old man said with a smile, "Okay, go in, take your painting with you, go to the same place, there will be someone to evaluate it.
There will also be a special public voting session. The total score is 50 points, and the top three will be shortlisted. Is that okay?"
"No!" Zhuo Siqing nodded.
"Can I go in?" Lu Sheng interrupted and asked.
"Okay, okay, but you don't have the right to vote." The old man said with a smile.
"It's okay, it's okay." Lu Sheng waved his hand, and the old man's eyelids jumped at the sight of his palm the size of a cattail leaf fan. "I'm just taking a look to see what people think."
It would be fine if Zhuo Siqing could be shortlisted, but if he couldn't, he felt he had an obligation to help him.
As for how to help, the public voting process, etc., although he can't draw, if he takes action, he should have no problem getting more than 40 points.
He has already thought about those paintings that are better than those of Zhuo Siqing, and he will go there to wander around more.
The two father and son quickly entered the entrance of the exhibition hall one after the other.
"I haven't seen him so strong before. The bigger the child is, the bigger he changes." The old man murmured slightly from behind.
Lu Sheng followed him into the exhibition hall. Inside, there were red floors and white walls, and there were various paintings hanging on the walls everywhere.
A fat businessman-like man wearing glasses was standing in the entrance corridor, checking the identities of the people entering one by one.
Zhuo Siqing came forward with Lu Sheng and carefully handed over his Painting Association membership card and personal ID card.
"Zhuo Siqing? Are you still coming?" The fat businessman was a little helpless when he saw the two father and son.
"I've said it many times, your level is really not good enough, and it won't matter how many times you participate."
"Participation is important, participation is important." Zhuo Siqing did not dare to brag any more this time. There was only a slight sweat on his forehead as he handed over his ID.
"Okay, okay, come in quickly." The fat businessman said and glanced at Lu Sheng behind him.
He felt a strong pressure on his face, making his breathing stagnate.
The two father and son finally entered the exhibition hall completely.
Zhuo Siqing also breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to face Lu Sheng seriously.
"Actually, I was just hiding my strength just now. The chubby businessman didn't know my details because his son is also one of the contestants, so I can paralyze my opponent in this way."
"" Lu Sheng was speechless. Do you really think he is a fool? You can't even tell it when it's so obvious?
"Don't worry, your father is very strong, and I have two partners who are not as good as me, but they are also very strong.
According to the standard, three people work on one theme to create paintings. I will take you to get to know each other."
Zhuo Siqing was completely unaware of his son's speechless expression and dragged him deeper into the museum.
The innermost exhibition hall is divided into many small compartments, and different combinations of paintings are hung in different compartments.
Soon Zhuo Siqing took Lu Sheng to a compartment on the left side.
"Rui Xiong, Eileen! Come and see my son!"
Zhuo Siqing yelled and pulled Lu Sheng in, frightening the two people who were sitting and napping inside and almost fell backwards.
"Uncle Zhuo! You are too loud!!!" The girl slammed the table angrily, stood up and shouted.
The boy on the side looked ugly and covered his heart.
"I me"
"What's wrong with you, little bear! Don't scare me!!" The girl rushed over to help him.
The boy "Mianmianmian" tried hard to speak, but was obviously short of breath and almost speechless.
Bang!
Lu Sheng walked over and slapped the boy hard on the back.
puff!
The boy spat out a mouthful of bread and his complexion quickly relaxed.
"The bread is stuck! Thank you very much." He quickly thanked Lu Sheng.
Zhuo Siqing also knew that he had scared the two of them, but he was laughing proudly and didn't take it seriously at all, and thought it was funny.
Irene was relieved when she saw that the boy was okay.
"My name is Ruixiong, and she is Irene. We are both members of the Painting Association. We are here to participate in the official painting competition." The boy stood up and stretched out his hand to Lu Sheng. "You are the Xiaoyu that Uncle Zhuo mentioned
Bar?"
"Yes." Lu Sheng nodded. He stretched out his hand and shook his hand lightly. "My father has caused trouble for you."
"It's okay, it's okay. Irene and I are the same age, both eighteen. From now on, please call me Brother Xiong. I'm not a bear, but a majestic Xiong!" the boy Rui Xiong said seriously to Lu Sheng.
"good."
"My name is Eileen, you can call me Sister Lin." The girl on the side came over and introduced herself enthusiastically.
"You all want to participate in the competition?" Lu Sheng asked doubtfully.
"Yes, actually I didn't want to participate so early, but Uncle Zhuo insisted on dragging me here with him," Rui Xiong said helplessly.
"The important thing is to participate, the important thing is to participate! It will be good for you young people to participate in more competitions like this." Zhuo Siqing laughed heartlessly.
"Yes, yes, since Uncle Zhuo is here too, let's all meet up and bring out all the paintings we agreed on last time." Rui Xiong suggested.
"Me first, me first!" Eileen volunteered, first picking up a huge picture frame about half a person's height from behind, with a layer of white cloth covering it.
"Look at me! The theme this time is harvest, so I drew a picture with the theme of autumn harvest."
Swish.
She suddenly opened the canvas.
A little bit of golden light flew out from the frame.
Lu Sheng's pupils shrank, and he seemed to faintly hear the rushing sound of countless wheat waves.
A faint fragrance of wheat floated in the air, as if he was surrounded by countless golden waves of wheat.
The sun is gentle and warm, shining on the body, making the whole person feel lazy.
"What kind of painting is this??" Lu Sheng quickly came to his senses and looked at the frame again. It only contained a large wheat field that looked like waves, and there was nothing else.
But the strange feeling just now was like entering a large wheat field and feeling the brilliant and wonderful scenery.
His five senses seemed to have been deceived, and he instantly entered that environment.
"Awesome! Erin, your painting skills have improved again." Rui Xiong gave a thumbs up and praised.
Obviously he didn't look strong and his physique was average, but he came to his senses after Lu Sheng's second victory.
"Look at yours! Quick, quick, quick!" Irene quickly urged Ruixiong.
In desperation, Rui Xiong also quickly picked up his painting.
Whoosh!
The canvas is uncovered.
A fragrant fruit aroma spread quickly and richly.
Lu Sheng felt as if he had shrunk countless times in an instant, standing among the gaps between countless fruits, looking for adventure.
The nostrils are filled with a strong fruity aroma, and the sweet juice can be tasted faintly in the mouth.
After coming back to his senses, he looked again, only to find that there was only a fruit basket painted in the frame.
"It's my turn!" Zhuo Siqing hurriedly came up holding his own painting. The difference is that he also held an extra picture frame, "I'll show you my son's painting too!"
Before Lu Sheng could react, he saw him lift up the canvas and reveal the two paintings below.
Lu Sheng's sketch was quite satisfactory, not bad.
But his own painting is of three people, three figures holding hands and looking up at the stars.
The sea breeze blows, and looking at the blurred outlines, it seems that these three people are exactly the three of him and Ruixiong Irene in the painting.
Just looking at the picture can give people a strong feeling of deep friendship. The three of them all looked intoxicated, as if they had melted into the brilliant starry sky.
What's just annoying is that
The three of them were all naked and without any clothes, especially Eileen, who painted the three points very clearly.