Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Sima Qingshan left Beiluo City, carrying a bookcase on his back, heading south all the way, preparing to return to Nanjun.

Tang Yimo can be regarded as his guide on the road of practice, but his relationship with Tang Yimo is regarded as a good friend.

Tang Yimo doesn't have many friends, Sima Qingshan is one of them.

All the way south, Sima Qingshan saw all the scenery on the official road.

Because of the war, some refugees migrated.

Most of the refugees migrated from the imperial capital, and they needed to find a stable place.

Sima Qingshan was among these refugees. He saw many refugees starve to death or freeze to death on the side of the road due to hunger and cold.

Faced with these life and death, Sima Qingshan was also helpless.

He can paint, but his paintings are fake after all.

The so-called splashed ink comes true, but it is tangible but intangible.

For example, he drew a steamed bun, but the steamed bun could not satisfy his hunger, so he could only watch these refugees starve to death by the roadside.

Wearing a patched green shirt, he paints all the way. What he paints are the various attitudes of these refugees. There are also various emotions among the refugees, including bullies, cunning and treacherous people, and enthusiastic people.

Many refugee children saw Sima's green shirt painting, but they didn't have much expression on their faces. What they cared about was being able to eat and wear warm, poetic and picturesque, which had nothing to do with them.

Outlined with a plain brush, the ink changes from thick to light, and the lifelike refugees on Suxue's official road are vividly displayed on the paper.

Faintly, there seemed to be a sense of sadness pervading.

Sima Qingshan closed his pen, and his whole breath seemed to be condensed a little in this painting.

"This painting should be called "Refugees Picture"."

Sima Qingshan took a deep breath.

He remembered the scene of interrogating Lu Fan on Beiluo Lake.

On that day, he stood in the ink boat with his green shirt flying, looking at Young Master Lu who was leaning on the railing listening to the snow, and asked to join Bai Yujing, asking how to practice painting.

However……

But Young Master Lu waved his hand, rejecting his joining.

"Bai Yujing won't accept you."

"The world is so big, you can go for a walk, maybe you can gain something and understand something."

"Hua Dao is not the way of the sword or the way of the sword. He does not have strong destructive and lethal power, but if he achieves something, his power is not inferior to the way of the sword."

Lu Fan said.

Under the snow, Sima Qingshan was thoughtful.

After that, he left Beiluo City and headed south all the way.

Today, while painting "Picture of Refugees", Sima Qingshan's pent-up breath suddenly burst out.

Originally, he was just a newcomer to Tizo, but he actually completed the tempering of Yizang.

"Paint the way, between the heaven and the earth."

A smile hung on the corner of Sima Qingshan's mouth.

He looked at the refugees along the way.

After finishing the painting, he stepped into a nearby small town.

The small town is snowing.

There is a lot of hawking on the street. Although the small town is small, it has all the internal organs. Compared with the big cities like Beiluo and Nanjiang, the small town is more humane.

Sima Qingshan patted the snow on his body, found an empty seat by the street of the small town, put down the bookcase, and took out the "Picture of Refugees" he had just drawn.

He wants to sell paintings.

All poor painters can do is sell paintings.

The painting was put on for a day, but no one cared about it at all. Although many people gathered around and thought the painting was very good, they couldn't tell why. They could only point and say "this painting is beautiful".

Sima Qingshan was neither annoyed nor anxious.

If this city could not sell the painting, he changed to another city and continued to sell it.

There was a rich girl in a red cloak, followed by a little maid, who held a paper umbrella and pushed through the crowd.

The girl's eyes were like stars, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at the picture scroll, and her red lips were lightly pursed.

"This painting has a rare charm..."

"Sir, how do you sell this painting?"

The girl in the red cloak looked at Sima Qingshan and said.

"One hundred taels."

Sima Qingshan looked at the girl and smiled.

"One hundred taels? You poor painter, think your paintings are worth a hundred taels? Who do you think you are?"

Before the girl opened her mouth, the maid beside her was extremely surprised.

The surrounding crowd also let out a hissing sound.

One hundred taels... This artist is crazy about money.

Does he know how much one hundred taels is?

This painter probably has never seen so many silver taels in his life.

"Little Hong, don't be rude."

The girl was in a hurry and scolded.

The servant girl was suddenly indignant, "Miss, don't be fooled by this poor painter."

The girl in the red cloak ignored the maid, and looked at Sima Qingshan, her pink and pretty face seemed to be a little flushed by the wind and snow, and said: "Sir, is this painting really a hundred taels?"

Sima Qingshan looked at the girl, and he faintly felt a surge of spiritual energy in the girl's Qi Dan.

Obviously, this girl is a practitioner.

A practitioner who was born because of the transformation of heaven and earth.

"Do not."

Sima Qingshan shook his head.

The girl was stunned.

"This painting costs one thousand taels."

Sima Qingshan smiled again and said.

The maids around the girl were going to explode in anger. Has this poor painter never seen Yinliang in his life?

How dare the starting price of a broken painting rise to one thousand taels?

Do you think their lady is easy to bully? !

"Xiao Hong, go back and find my father to prepare the silver taels. This painting...is about to be finalized."

The girl bit her plump red lips and said seriously.

"Miss……"

The maid couldn't believe it.

However, the girl's firm gaze made the servant girl tremble in her heart, and she hurried towards the mansion.

Sima Qingshan glanced at the girl in surprise.

smiled.

"This girl, it was just a joke before. Since the girl is interested in this painting, let's sell this painting to the girl at a price of ten taels."

Sima Qingshan stood up, shaking off the white snow from his body, revealing the patched green shirt.

The girl in the red cloak was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled.

"really?"

As if afraid of Sima Qingshan's repentance, the girl took ten taels of silver from the maid and handed it to Sima Qingshan.

Then he looked at Sima Qingshan expectantly.

Sima Qingshan rolled up the scroll and handed it to the girl.

When handing it to the girl, Sima Qingshan leaned slightly, approached the girl, and said softly: "Look at the painting with spiritual energy, remember, don't watch it for more than an hour... otherwise, the loss outweighs the gain."

Sima Qingshan exhorted.

The girl was shocked.

However, Sima Qingshan had already carried the bookcase on his back, and disappeared in the snowstorm and on the street.

left the crowd.

Sima Qingshan came to a bun stand.

"Ten taels of silver, one thousand steamed buns, is it feasible?"

Sima Qingshan said.

The owner of the steamed bun stand was stunned, ten taels of silver? A thousand steamed buns?

This man is afraid of being a fool.

Nod quickly.

Sima Qingshan handed him twelve taels of silver.

"Trouble."

"Outside the city gate tomorrow, distribute to the victims, one for each."

Sima Qingshan said.

After Sima Qingshan finished speaking, he picked up a wisp of falling snow in his hand and immediately wiped it in the air.

He drew a pair of icy eyes suspended in the air, staring at the stall owner, making the stall owner tremble and terrified.

this person...

When he came back to his senses, Sima Qingshan had disappeared in place.

And the floating eyes also turned into snow drops.

Sima Qingshan had a poor life, he knew very well that ten taels of silver was enough to move people's hearts, he couldn't fully trust the stall owner's conscience, so he frightened the stall owner with some means.

the second day.

outside the city gate.

Sure enough, the stall owner set up a stall, and baskets of steaming steamed buns were handed out outside the city gate, causing disturbances in this peaceful small town.

The victims who had been suffering from hunger and cold for several days gathered in front of the city gate, and some victims wept with joy.

Sima Qingshan smiled in the distance.

Turning around, carrying the bookcase, the patched green shirt swayed in the wind and snow, and disappeared on the official road.

Downstairs, the girl in the red cloak was holding the picture scroll, and no one paid attention to it. Looking at the back of Sima Qingshan who disappeared, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Sima Qingshan went south to Nanjiang City.

Every time he passes through a city, he will paint a painting and sell it.

However, it was not as lucky as the first day.

For three consecutive days, none of his paintings were sold, and the world thought he was crazy.

In this troubled world, can paintings be eaten?

Obviously not.

Although each of Sima Qingshan's paintings was sold for only ten taels of silver, the price was simply unaffordable for ordinary people.

fourth day.

Sima Qingshan was ready to close the stall.

suddenly.

A familiar voice sounded behind Sima Qingshan.

"Sir, can this painting still be sold?"

The soft voice, with a little warmth, made Sima Qingshan stunned. Looking back, he saw the familiar girl in red cloak, pursing her lips, looking at him.

"Girl... you?"

The girl blushed, and raised the "Picture of Refugees" in her hand, "I told my father that I will come out to learn art from a teacher, and I will return home after I have achieved something in my studies."

"I like Mr.'s paintings very much. Can Mr. accept me as an apprentice?"

The girl said.

Sima Qingshan was stunned, but shook his head.

This girl... probably ran out secretly.

In troubled times, which family would like to let their pretty daughter run around.

"Hurry up and go home, your father should be in a hurry." Sima Qingshan said.

The girl felt a pity and didn't force it, but bought the painting and turned to leave.

Sima Qingshan used the twelve taels of silver he earned to help the victims again. Although it was not much, it was enough to do what he could.

Day after day followed.

Every time Sima Qingshan sells paintings, a young girl will appear, wearing a red cloak, and ask stubbornly if Sima Qingshan can accept her as an apprentice.

Sima Qingshan refused.

"I'm just a poor painter, I can only paint some scrolls, so I'm not qualified to accept girls as apprentices."

The girl didn't insist every time, bought the painting and left.

Time and time again, when Sima Qingshan entered several cities, girls all appeared.

this day.

Sima Qingshan continued to set up a stall to sell paintings.

However, the sound of horseshoes bursting outside the city and the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky.

Sima Qingshan frowned, put away the picture scroll, and walked out of the city, he saw bandit horses charging and killing among the refugees outside the city, and a girl in a red cloak, her black eyebrows were raised slightly, her spiritual energy was circulating, and the red cloak was flying In the meantime, confront the bandits.

Sima Qingshan couldn't help smiling.

This girl is really courageous.

He took out a brush.

The bandits trampled and ran, and the horseshoes raised thousands of piles of snow, and the plain snow flew like rice.

The girl's pretty face was pale and a little nervous.

She told herself silently in her heart that she is a practitioner, and a practitioner can block a hundred with one, and she can.

The bandit leader showed a cruel laugh, and swung the machete in his hand violently, intending to chop the girl into pieces.

suddenly.

The girl heard a gentle voice behind her.

"Girl, do you want to buy paintings?"

The girl's body trembled.

However, under the command of the Saber, cut off a strand of her black hair, and the black hair was flying, and the Saber, together with many bandits, seemed to be erased from the picture scroll.

Disappear.

Only a dozen or so bewildered horses were left wandering in the snow.

The girl's eyes widened.

Turning around abruptly, he saw Sima Qingshan holding a brush and looking at her with a smile.

A scroll was handed over.

The girl subconsciously took it, unfolded it, and saw in the scroll... there was a girl who was looking forward to Qianxi, with picturesque eyebrows and peach blossom smile.

The girl pursed her red lips, her eyebrows slightly curved.

"Painting sect, Sima Qingshan."

Sima Qingshan smiled, "Miss, would you like to join my sect?"

...

Lu Fan was not clear about the establishment of the Painting School.

He was sitting upright on the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion, the breeze was blowing, and the snowflakes in the sky had already collapsed.

In front of his eyes, the system prompted the words to flow continuously.

"The high-rise building is built on the ground. Congratulations to the host for stepping into the 4th floor of Qi Refining. The spiritual energy reserves have reached 10,000 strands. You will be rewarded: Fengling sword × 2, and ten random spiritual energy weed seeds."

"The host enters the 4th layer of Qi refining, the scope of aura delivery is expanded, the ability to recover autonomously (aura, soul strength, physical strength) is strengthened, and the body spell "Thunderbolt Jue" is obtained."

"Reminder: With a reserve of 10,000 strands of spiritual energy, you can obtain the qualification to condense spiritual liquid. 10,000 strands of spiritual energy can condense 1 drop of spiritual liquid."

The system prompts kept flashing in front of Lu Fan's eyes, but Lu Fan was a little taken aback.

Because the change this time was a bit huge, at least, from Lu Fan's point of view, it was a big change.

"With 10,000 wisps of spiritual energy, can one drop of spiritual liquid be condensed?"

Lu Fan murmured.

What is ectoplasm?

As the name suggests, it should be liquefied spiritual liquid, but it is different from Lingshi. When Lu Fan broke through to the third level of Qi Refining, he obtained the method of making Lingshi, but...

The spirit stone is just to guide the spiritual energy into some jade or some ore that can hold the spiritual energy.

A better-quality ore can only hold ten wisps of aura.

As for the spiritual liquid, one drop contains ten thousand wisps of spiritual energy.

Lu Fan smacked his mouth. There is no doubt that ectoplasmic liquid is an excellent resource for practitioners.

With the spiritual liquid, the speed of cultivating top practitioners will definitely be much faster.

Moreover, it wasn't just that Lu Fan's spiritual energy reserves changed from spiritual energy to spiritual liquid.

Lu Fan was even able to condense the spiritual energy in the air into spiritual liquid!

In this way, Lu Fan's aura could be saved a lot.

With his spiritual consciousness surging, Lu Fan raised his hand and grasped in the void.

Immediately, the aura turned into a huge vortex and gathered in Lu Fan's palm, continuously compressing.

At last……

It turned into a perfectly round, crystal-clear blue... like a teardrop-like spiritual liquid.

The spiritual liquid contained extremely powerful energy, and with his spiritual sense... he could even detonate it!

Is it caused by too high concentration of aura?

Lu Fan smiled.

In addition to the spiritual liquid, Lu Fan also received many other rewards.

What surprised Lu Fan the most was...

The familiar reward "Feng Ling Sword × 2".

Lu Fan was dumbfounded by this coquettish operation.

Heart is surging.

The wave of profound meaning spreads, the avenue roars, and the void tears.

The two pitch-black openings permeated the terrifying coercion, and the resounding phoenix cries resounded.

Two crimson phoenix swords floated beside Lu Fan. They also had no handles, exuding heat and sharpness like the tail feathers of a phoenix.

Lu Fan looked at the three Feng Ling swords and couldn't help being speechless.

Is this the rhythm of preparing to replace his Thousand Blade Chair with a Phoenix Feather Chair?

However, he also remembered that when he introduced Feng Lingjian before, there was a (disabled) introduction at the suffix, how many Feng Ling swords there were in total, which made Lu Fan quite curious.

A broken Phoenix Feather Sword is the top grade of Xuan Rank, and I dare not imagine the grade after getting all the Phoenix Feather Swords together.

There is an inexplicable sense of anticipation for collecting small cards.

Just after Lu Fan finished searching for rewards.

The people who were alarmed by the thunder punishment finally stepped across Beiluo Lake one after another, and rushed towards the Baiyujing Pavilion with a feeling of concern.

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