The following magical techniques are each more subtle and profound than the last, and the time to comprehend them will also become longer and longer.
"Go out for a breather first, and after you have digested what you have gained during this period, you can come back to retreat. Maybe you can find a way to break through to the gods."
Being in seclusion for a long time is not good for the mind, body and body.
After ten days outside and more than three years spent in the training room, Liu Wuxie was very tired.
Walking out of the training room, Liu Wuxie was a little uncomfortable with the dazzling sunlight.
Shielding his eyes, he squinted and looked around. It was just after noon, and there should be fewer people on the street at this time.
Going to the hall of Yizhanglou, Liu Wuxie paid another ten days' fees to keep the previous training room, and no one was allowed to enter it.
After finishing the work, Liu Wuxie left Yizhanglou and returned to the street, feeling that things were right and people were wrong.
Although ten days had passed outside, Liu Wuxie actually spent three years in the training room, which felt like three years of time and space.
Many people have been in seclusion for hundreds of years. After they came out, they found that they no longer knew the world.
There are also some old antiques who have been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years. When they wake up, their descendants have long since disappeared, leaving only themselves alone in the world.
Liu Wuxie couldn't explain clearly the purpose of cultivating immortality.
But the thought of revenge kept telling him that he could only survive if he became stronger.
"The painter has started painting at Mochou Lake. Let's go and have a look."
There was an exclamation from the crowd, and many people ran out of the Yizhang Building. When they heard the painter painting, they gave up and entered the practice room.
Liu Wuxie was confused. It was just painting, so why were so many people following it?
Seeing a large number of monks running past him, Liu Wuxie was almost squeezed into a corner.
"Brother, what happened? Where are you going?"
Liu Wuxie stopped an ordinary monk, but he was in the low-level immortal realm. He couldn't bear Liu Wuxie's grasp and was frozen in place.
"you do not know?"
The monk's expression changed. Although Liu Wuxie was in the semi-immortal realm, why was he so frightened by the aura he released?
"I don't know!"
Liu Wuxie shook his head. After he came out of the mountain range, he plunged into the Yizhang Tower without knowing anything about what happened in the city.
"Do you know the Painting Saint?"
The young man patted Liu Wuxie's palm and signaled him to let go of him.
Only then did Liu Wuxie realize that she was still holding the young man, and quickly let go of her right hand, and the young man regained his freedom.
"Painting Saint Yuan Wenchang?"
Liu Wuxie said uncertainly.
Looking at Lingyun Immortal World, the only one who dares to call himself a painting saint is Yuan Wenchang.
However, Yuan Wenchang painted it himself and sealed himself inside.
Since then, the painting saint Yuan Wenchang has never appeared again. Some people say that he still seals himself in the paintings he made. The outside world sends him a rumor that he is trapped in a cocoon.
Liu Wuxie had a very good relationship with the painting sage back then, and the two occasionally discussed the meaning of painting.
Many of Liu Wuxie's current painting techniques actually come from the painting sage Yuan Wenchang.
No wonder his eyes showed joy when he heard the word Painting Saint.


Chapter completed!