Ten days later, Qin Yang spent all his money and was expelled from the inn by the inn shopkeeper./Read novels together”
Qin Yang originally wanted to joke with Painter Zhou, but he didn't expect Painter Zhou to take it seriously. Qin Yang said, "Take it out and see."
Painter Zhou used his hands covered with dirt, fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a ingot of white silver, and said to Qin Yang: "Twenty taels, I'll give it to you after you've painted it."
Painter Zhou took out twenty taels of silver at once, which was quite unexpected to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang thought to himself that it is easy to draw ghosts but difficult to draw people. I just draw things to fool him, and I will trick him into getting the money first.
Qin Yang took the brush and started painting on rice paper. What he drew was the extremely artistic conception picture given to him by Master Feng.
Draw it and stop the pen.
Painter Zhou looked at Qin Yang's painting coldly and said, "There is no artistic conception, let alone the extreme destruction. I will pay me paper money and ink money."
Qin Yang thought to himself, you are a little more tender when you play tricks on me, so he said, "Why do you say that the paintings are not artistic?"
Painter Zhou said: "The pen falls and tears the ghosts and gods, and the paintings shock the world. That is the artistic conception. Pay me the money for paper and draw money."
Qin Yang spread his hands and said, "No word, you can do it."
Painter Zhou sneered and said, "Exchange your seven taels of soul."
As he said that, Painter Zhou reached out to Qin Yang's forehead.
Qin Yang felt that the five fingers of painter Zhou had grabbed into his sea of consciousness. Qin Yang's sea of consciousness was now in the shape of an ocean. The five fingers grabbed into Qin Yang's sea of consciousness. The ocean in Qin Yang's sea of consciousness was immediately
Five fingers sucked without a drop.
Qin Yang's sea of consciousness dried up, Qin Yang felt dead and lay next to the painting stall.
What's strange is that the people coming and going around ignored this. Painter Zhou kicked Qin Yang away and continued to sit in front of the painting stall as if nothing had happened.
Qin Yang was shocked and thought to himself: "What the hell is this? Under the blue sky and the sun, someone killed someone, but he didn't even report to the official."
Everything seemed unreasonable, and Qin Yang's sea of consciousness had dried up. It was logical that he had no consciousness and was dead, but Qin Yang could still think now.
It was just that his body was stiff and cold and could not move, which made him look like a dead person.
Qin Yang suddenly realized that he had been in a state of life and death.
He lay on the ground and realized this artistic conception between life and death, and recalled the situation where Painter Zhou grabbed his five fingers into his sea of consciousness.
Ten days later, Qin Yang realized something and said to the painter Zhou: "I also want to paint the ultimate artistic conception."
Painter Zhou said coldly: "You are dead, how can you paint the ultimate artistic conception?"
Qin Yang said: "Life is death, death is life, between life and death, how can we not draw the ultimate artistic conception of destruction?"
Painter Zhou said: "Get up."
Qin Yang got up, took the pen of Painter Zhou, and drew a sword on the paper.
After Qin Yang finished painting, painter Zhou shook his head, kicked Qin Yang aside, and said, "It's just a figure."
Qin Yang lay on the ground and continued to feel it. Whenever he felt something, he asked Painter Zhou for a brush. He only drew a sword every time, and every time he finished painting, he was kicked away by Painter Zhou.
In this way, more than twenty years have passed without realizing it. People are walking in front of Qin Yang in a hurry, coming and going. Many people pass by Qin Yang once and never appear again. Some people walk by Qin Yang every day.
One or two times.
In twenty years, many young and glamorous girls have become vicissitudes of life.
In addition to lying on the ground every day to realize the artistic conception of life and death, Qin Yang is also experiencing his own dreams.
Qin Yang's current dream is the process of Fu Dong from birth to death. At first, the end of this dream was the scene when Fu Dong committed suicide after he accidentally killed Ji Yu.
At that moment, Qin Yang felt more and more deeply that Fu Dong's feeling of despair and empathized with it.
In the end, in this feeling of despair, Fu Dong was frozen when he committed suicide and suddenly moved. Qin Yang's dream continued.
Qin Yang entered Fu Dong's dream after committing suicide, but this dream was the situation when Qin Yang himself followed Master Hao to Yujing City from his birth to leaving Rongjing.
After coming out of Fu Dong's dream, Qin Yang's dream saw the process of Fu Dong's resurrection and going to Bingzhou, Suzhou and Rongjing to verify the dream.
The last scene in Qin Yang's dream is when Fu Dong meets three fairies outside Rongjing City.
Qin Yang recognized the three fairies Fu Dong saw, which were Xue Rui, Xiao Yueer and Ren Yao.
When Qin Yang woke up from the dream, he felt a trance and felt that he had experienced many lifetimes.
He suddenly said to Painter Zhou: "I want to draw."
Painter Zhou gave him a pen. As soon as Qin Yang's pen fell on the paper, the world changed and the sound of wind and rain suddenly became heard.
He finished it in one go, drew an ancient sword, and drew it, and his pen stopped.
A huge artistic conception enveloped the area of a hundred steps around Qin Yang. Everything around collapsed under the cover of this artistic conception, and all the pedestrians, vendors, Zhou painters, and Qin Yang himself were all painting it.
Shi fell to the ground and died expressionlessly.
When Qin Yang died, he felt very strange. He died once, but why did he die?
After this thought flashed through his mind, Qin Yang's consciousness fell into darkness.
When Qin Yang woke up, everything around him was the same.
Pedestrians on the street were still flowing, and pedestrians coming and going, beside him, Painter Zhou squinted his eyes in the sun and looked at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang was wondering why the collapsed houses stood up again in a blink of an eye.
At this time, Painter Zhou said, "You have been basking in the sun for a day here. Don't you feel hungry?"
"One day? I only stayed here for one day?" Qin Yang asked in surprise, because he remembered that he had been here for more than twenty years.
"Yes, there is only one day, how long do you think it will take?" Painter Zhou said lazily.
Qin Yang knew that he was trapped in a dream, but everything in his dream was exactly the same as everything around him now.
Moreover, he felt that the twenty years in his dreams were so real, every day the sunrise and sunset and the changes of the year were real.
"Or, I am still in a dream now, but I am not enlightened." Qin Yang felt a little enlightened in his heart.
During the twenty years in the dream, Qin Yang finally had a slight understanding of the artistic conception of Jimiao.
He walked to Painter Zhou and said, "What can you draw?"
Painter Zhou said: "You can paint everything, flowers, birds, insects, animals, birds, animals, landscapes, people, brothers, what kind of painting do you want?"
Qin Yang said: "The ultimate destruction of artistic conception."
Painter Zhou looked at Qin Yang in shock and said, "What's the ultimate artistic conception?"
Qin Yang smiled slightly and said, "You can only understand the meaning but not express it. Give me the pen."
Qin Yang's words had an unquestionable domineering aura, and painter Zhou handed the brush to Qin Yang.
Just in front of the street, there was a burst of pedestrians' screams and the sudden sound of horse hooves.
A frightened horse rushed towards Qin Yang and the others from the street. Some pedestrians dodged without rushing and were injured by the horse's hooves.
Qin Yang's pen fell on rice paper, and the pen was like a dragon and a snake, with three strokes and two strokes, and a stroke of an ancient sword was drawn in a blink of an eye.
When Painter Zhou saw the sword, he suddenly felt that he was brought into the painting by a huge artistic conception. In the painting, it looked exactly like the real scene, except that there was an ancient sword floating in the air.
The ancient sword in the painting flashed and shot into the forehead of the shocked horse. The shocked horse died suddenly.
The ancient sword disappeared, and the painter Zhou's consciousness retreated from Qin Yang's painting. At this time, he heard a shocked horse neighing and fell to the ground and died.
Painter Zhou was suddenly shocked and looked at the ancient sword painted by Qin Yang again. The ancient sword had disappeared from the rice paper.
"Draw a sword and kill a horse? A god?" A thought flashed through Painter Zhou's mind.
His consciousness was immersed in the painting just now. After his consciousness came out of the painting, his attention was immediately focused on the shocked moment that was killed by Qin Yang with the sword he drew.
When he went to find Qin Yang again, Qin Yang was already submerged in the crowd and disappeared.