Chapter 337 The Artist - Lin Ke (The Last Day, Seeking the Moon
"To break through level 15, what you need is to choose a good direction."
Lin Ke recited this sentence silently in his heart.
This is the feeling Garose told Lin Ke after breaking through level 15.
This sentence also means the Wumian Emperor.
Direction is important!
Miscellaneous is not as good as precision, and precision is not as good as specialization!
Legend is okay, after all, it doesn’t matter which law you choose, it won’t have much impact.
But like gods, if their responsibilities overlap, they will affect each other.
And there’s feedback!
If a legend wants to successfully advance, it needs a huge amount of feedback.
If you have no talent in thunder and lightning, but choose the law of thunder and lightning, then you will either have to change directions, or you will have to fight to the death.
For example, a noble gentleman cannot make any progress for hundreds or thousands of years.
Li Guan Mobi is the same, it takes hundreds of years to advance to the first level.
In other words, like Lin Ke and those followers of Lin Ke, those who have reached level ten in more than ten years can be considered to be extremely talented.
After all, bloodline talents are not bad.
The directions Lin Ke is currently planning to choose for himself are mechanics, optics, thermal science, electricity and atomic physics.
This is one of the most powerful subjects in the past life, named physics.
Don't forget that Lin Ke has three bloodlines, and he's still at the Andrew level.
He now has a lot of professions for each bloodline, but it does not affect his continued promotion at all.
"Knowledge" bloodline, except [Inventor].
He focused on [scholars] and created [mathematicians], [physicists], [biologists], [chemists], etc.
But after all, Lin Ke wants to combine it into one profession, and that is [Scientist]!
At the same time, in addition to these part-time jobs, there are also some small part-time jobs.
For example, [artist], [author], [composer], etc.
But too much is always bad.
Now, Lin Ke is trying to integrate these part-time jobs, and finally create a profession with [Author] as the core.
【artist】!
"Knowledge" bloodline, [Scientist] and [Artist]!
"Creating with stories and content, whether it's paintings or music or anything else, is inseparable from expression..." Lin Ke thought while drawing, and the power of the [painter] slowly flowed through him.
What were the novels of the past life called?
One-dimensional!
One-dimensional text expression can give rise to two-dimensional and three-dimensional works.
From text to pictures to moving pictures and sounds, they are all interconnected.
Lin Ke is now integrating the characteristics of [the author] as the core, plus other characteristics.
At this time, in his soul space, the "little tree" belonging to the "knowledge" bloodline was already more than ten meters tall.
More than ten meters, it would have been considered two or three floors in the previous life.
On such a tall tree, many branches representing professions grow wildly, with shining leaves, each representing a certain trait or skill.
Each leaf will show a special vision.
For example, on the branch of [Scholar], there is a leaf that looks like withered ice, which is the zero degree of skill, and another leaf that is gaseous like wind, but it is pressure.
In addition, there are overheating, refraction and focusing, etc., which are very conspicuous among the leaves.
At this time, other branches were fine, but the [Author], [Painter] and other branches began to tremble to varying degrees.
The leaves above fell off, falling on the roots of the tree and blending in for an instant, turning into a few shadows wandering around the branches.
"Art, expression, display, perspective...well, maybe adding the heart and senses..."
Outside, Lin Ke looked pale due to the disappearance of several professions, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
As the main plane of Nasenge, many people's eyes will burst out with light when they use their professional power.
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
When the eyes shine, it proves that the blood vessels in the body have reached their maximum efficiency, and the blood vessels in the soul space have also begun to absorb elements.
Lin Ke was like this at this time, the light in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and the brush in his hand was getting faster and faster.
[Dancer], [Performer], [Clown]...
These occupations made him extremely flexible.
His body was flying up and down in front of the drawing paper, as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon.
What he is painting is called "Powerful".
What is powerful?
When the boy wearing armor with white light raised his sword and stabbed the Fire Demon King, was he weak or strong?
True strength is the courage to raise the sword to those who are stronger.
Anyone who dares to fight with a weaker person can only be considered a coward.
Lin Ke admired the white light very much, so he took the white light away.
Such courage is fearlessness.
As Lin Ke continued to paint for thirteen days without sleep, the entire painting gradually took shape.
A weak and pale boy wearing armor jumped into a ball of burning lava.
The entire picture was rendered in that aggressive red color, except for the boy's armor, which was shining white.
Next to it, ten meters away from Lin Ke, all the nobles from the human race who represented Gu La were watching.
"As expected of Count Lin Ke, this painting seems to be more than just a painting. I seem to see countless words on the painting paper forming an epic poem, praising the hero who went to the fire."
A human viscount praised.
Another person was eating milk berries and responded with a smile: "Yes, I seem to have seen the entire process of the heroic epic. Hey, look, the armored hero is moving!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, others also spoke up.
"It's moving! It's moving!"
"Your eyes are dazzled. That is one of Count Linke's professions, the basic ability of [painter]."
"I seem to hear a very brave song, who is singing it?!"
The human nobles exclaimed one by one.
Not far away, Garrosi touched the two mustaches at the corners of his mouth thoughtfully.
"Oh! This is [Artist]!" Rika chewed a piece of sour milk cake, which was a snack she specially put in her space ring.
"Artist? Oh no, [artist]?" Lolita looked at Lika curiously.
"Yeah! This reminds me of a person, a very annoying person, who pinched my face since I was a child and hung out with that guy in the mist." Speaking of artists, Lika seemed to think of something bad.
"What is art?" Lolita didn't know much. She had lived in a place like Pink Street since she was a child, and she didn't have much exposure to anything later.
"Art, art is... oh, it's just painting, poetry, and other nonsense." Rika waved her hand, a little disgusted with these two words: "My father said that if it can make people feel the impact, it is art.
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"Impact?" Lolita frowned: "You mean my sledgehammer is also art?"
"Absolutely." Rika swallowed the last half of the milk cake, clapped her hands, and then said: "By the way, Nicks is still helping Buck train the medical team?"
"Yes." Lolita said helplessly, "I can't help it. I originally wanted me to train the new knights, but I'm too lazy. Fortunately, Master Garose's followers are powerful enough."
"Haha, maybe they can be liberated in the future too!"