The old man's eyes widened and he said: "Who said I am a beggar? I am here today to listen to the opera!"
The moment Yu Wen Zhouyuan saw the old man, his eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam that had not been seen in many years. This old man was none other than the person who defrauded Yu Wen Zhouyuan of a meal six or seven years ago.
The middle-aged fat man sitting opposite Yu Wenzhouyuan, the innkeeper, immediately frowned, stood up and walked quickly to the door. He rummaged through his pockets and fumbled for a long time. Finally, he took out a copper coin, threw it to the old man, and said:
"I gave you money, so go away. It's really bad luck."
The old man took the copper coin, bit it with his teeth, and got a mouthful of patina. He grinned at the waiter and said, "Well, is it true, or is it the reality of your shopkeeper, hum." As he said that, he took the copper coin in his hand.
Throwing it away, it landed in the store clerk's hand, and he said proudly: "A pot of tea!"
Then he glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan and walked over. It was not that he recognized Yuwen Zhouyuan, but that there was only one person at Yuwen Zhouyuan's table in the inn at this time.
The waiter in the shop was stunned for a moment, looked at the copper coins in his hand, and then looked at the shopkeeper's.
The middle-aged fat man's face twitched, he rolled up his sleeves, and was about to throw the old man out, but at this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand and said, "Shopkeeper, let me forget it."
The middle-aged fat man immediately paused, hesitated, muttered a few words, then turned and walked towards the back room.
The old man chuckled, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said: "You..." Just after he said a word, he suddenly froze and stared straight at Yuwen Zhouyuan. After looking at Yuwen Zhouyuan carefully for a while, his face showed a strange look.
Colorful, he said in surprise: "It's you!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly and said: "Senior, we meet everywhere in life. We haven't seen each other for seven years, but you still have the same style."
The strange look on the old man's face became even stronger. He stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan for a long time, then sighed, with a rare hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said: "Entering the mortal world... you have really entered the mortal world!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan picked up the jug, filled a glass, and after drinking it said: "This junior is just struggling among mortals, how can he not be as comfortable as his seniors are playing in the world."
The old man took a deep breath, grabbed the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and said: "I have seen countless True Monarch monks in my life, but you are the first one who can become a mortal in six years!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't say anything, and his mood didn't change at all. He just smiled slightly and continued to listen to the woman singing.
The old man looked straight at Yuwen Zhouyuan. After a long time, the admiration in his eyes became stronger and he said: "Yes, yes, young man, if you can understand the artistic conception, then within a hundred years, I can guarantee that you will become a true king!
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Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head, took a sip of wine, and said, "What is artistic conception?"
The old man was about to speak when he suddenly turned his eyes and said with a smile: "Look, this man is old and can't think of anything when he's hungry."
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a serious look at the old man and said with a smile: "Senior, watch the show slowly, junior, take your leave!" As he said that, he took the wine bottle, stood up and left the inn.
The old man was startled, then his eyes gleamed and he murmured to himself: "Interesting."
Yuwen Zhouyuan carried the wine bottle and walked slowly on the street, stepping on the fallen leaves under his feet, returned to the shop, opened the shop door and walked in.
As soon as he took a step forward, the old man's obscene voice came over: "Yes, it turns out that this is where you entered the mortal world for the past six years."
The old man did not know when he appeared behind Yuwen Zhouyuan. As he walked in, he looked around and his eyes gradually showed surprise.
Yuwen Zhouyuan did not show any surprise at the old man's appearance, but sat aside, drinking and looking at him.
"Wing-winged tigers, sky spiders, underworld beasts... You are a good young man. You have actually drawn most of the monsters in Muyang Realm, Sanjiu Realm, Dongzhou Divine Realm and even Netherworld Ghost Realm.
." The more the old man looked at it, the more surprised he became in his eyes. Finally, his eyes suddenly swept away and fell on the painting tube in the corner. With a move of his right hand, the half-finished scrolls in the painting tube flew out one by one.
These scrolls are all semi-finished products.
The moment the old man saw these semi-finished products, his eyes suddenly became solemn, and he looked at them one by one carefully. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said slowly: "I really underestimated you, I didn't expect you to actually
With such experience, it is absolutely impossible to draw these True Lord Stage monks and monsters so closely without you personally fighting them."
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly and didn't say anything. He just drank quietly, as if everything the other person said had nothing to do with him.
After pondering for a while, the old man put down the statue in his hand, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said, "Young man, what is your name?"
"Yuwen Zhouyuan!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said calmly.
The old man nodded, waved his right hand, and his whole temperament suddenly changed. From a dirty old guy, he became majestic in an instant. Although the whole person did not exude any majesty of spiritual power, he had a kind of dignity.
It is as unfathomable as the sea.
Under the pull of the spiritual power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, his eyes suddenly flickered brightly. At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan could not see through the old man's cultivation level. However, the bright light flashed slightly and then calmed down. Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted
He took a sip of wine and said, "Senior, junior, this Chenyuantang building is so simple that it can't withstand the torment. You'd better take it in."
The old man snorted softly and said: "Boy, please experience it carefully, this is my artistic conception!"
As he spoke, the old man's whole body suddenly moved, and a sense of raging violence suddenly enveloped the entire house, but miraculously, no brick or tile of the house was damaged, and no trace of it was revealed.
At this moment, the inside and outside of Chen Yuantang seemed to be two worlds cut off by a knife.
This raging and violent aura permeated the surroundings. Yuwen Zhouyuan's body involuntarily erupted with strong spiritual power to resist it. At this time, almost as soon as his spiritual power flowed, he was immediately attracted by this raging and violent aura.
In an instant, he was assimilated by this violence and became crazy.
Under this crazy artistic conception, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a hint of horror. The spiritual power in his body was out of control. He even had a feeling that even his Yuanying was being shaken at this moment.
The opponent's violent aura was assimilated, as if at this moment, everything he had worked hard on for decades in cultivation was turned into the opponent's spell to attack him.
"This is the state of my madness. I used this artistic conception to break through the True King. Under this artistic conception, all spiritual power will be assimilated by the artistic conception and allowed to be controlled by me." There was a hint of madness in the old man's voice.
, after taking a look at Yuwen Zhouyuan, the artistic conception immediately dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.
In these short few breaths, Yuwen Zhouyuan was already covered in cold sweat. He took a deep breath, his right hand was trembling a little, picked up the wine bottle and took a big sip. After a long time, the spiritual power in his body gradually calmed down.
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"Why didn't I feel this artistic conception when I met the cultivator Di Zhenjun before?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said after a moment of silence.
The old man was startled and scratched his head, and said awkwardly: "This... I forgot. Although I had controlled my cultivation just now, I also used the true self stage to stimulate my artistic conception, so this power is a bit too great...
...Actually, it is impossible for monks in the True Lord stage to display such a state of mind. They just bring some of their magical powers, hehe, I'm sorry."
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the old man with a wry smile, and murmured to himself: "Imagination... this is the artistic conception..."
The old man rolled his eyes, with a sly look on his face, and whispered: "Use to enter the mortal world to feel everyone's artistic conception. Through the artistic conception, you can finally break through the true master and reach the true king. This is what every monk is thinking about.
To break through to a true master, you need to go through a process. Young man, would you like to experience other people's artistic conceptions, this will be of great benefit to you?"
Yu Wen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and he knew that understanding the artistic conception of other Zhenjunqi, although this kind of thing has certain dangers, the benefits are huge.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the old man and did not agree immediately, but said slowly: "Senior, what price do you want this junior to pay?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, patted his chest and said: "The price? There is no price. I will protect you. We can walk sideways in this great country. I will keep you safe!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan did not speak, but looked at the old man silently.
Gradually, the old man scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Well... I think your portraits are pretty good... This..."
"Okay, I'll give it all to you!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said decisively.
The old man rolled his eyes, slapped his chest in slight annoyance, and said: "What do I need these low-level magic weapons of yours for? There are some semi-finished products here that are somewhat interesting, but I don't want them anymore. So I will say it directly, look at me
Don't you feel attracted to someone who is so handsome, wise, mighty and heroic? Don't you think I am a very suitable candidate for a portrait to be painted in my likeness?"
When the old man first said this, he was still blushing, but at the end of the sentence, he became excited and his chest clapped loudly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was startled for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay! But my current cultivation level is not enough. I have to wait for the True Lord before I can paint your portrait more perfectly."
The old man immediately became happy and said repeatedly: "Young man, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, you must draw the most perfect side of me, um... By the way, I want more portraits, so let's draw a few more,
One hundred pictures! Just one hundred pictures!"
The old man was very happy, and secretly thought that when he went to a brothel or met a beautiful woman, he would give him a statue of himself. In this way, these beauties would definitely remember him for a lifetime.
Especially when he thought of the scene where the beautiful women were holding him in their arms, with a hint of coquettishness in their eyes, the old man suddenly became excited. The more he looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, the more he liked him. He grabbed Yuwen Zhouyuan with his big hand and moved his body.
The person disappeared into the store.
When he appeared, he was already in mid-air among the clouds, a hundred thousand miles away from Kyoto.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness was swept away, and he was suddenly horrified. He roughly estimated that this teleportation was thousands of miles away. This kind of cultivation was already appalling and made him feel horrified.