Immortal Immortal

Manager Hu picked up the picture of a roaring tiger and lit it under the candlelight like Li Mo.

After a while, there was a pile of ashes on the table.

Manager Hu dipped his fingers into the ashes and smeared them on the faceless face, revealing lifelike facial features.

Li Mo was not too surprised, and his mood gradually calmed down.

After all, no matter how weird the tricks Hu Guanshi showed, he was in a world of information explosion in his previous life and was influenced by horror movies.

"Li Mo, we can see that there are many flaws in the tiger's roaring picture. I wonder if you can draw it perfectly now?"

There was obviously a meaning of consideration in Guanshi Hu's words.

Li Mo nodded in agreement.

Without waiting for Manager Hu to move out of the way, Li Mo moved a chair and sat at the other end of the desk, just face to face with Manager Hu.

The corners of Guanshi Hu's mouth raised, and his interest in Li Mo became more intense.

She didn't bother Li Mo and just touched up her makeup.

Li Mo's eyes became calm, and his magical power allowed him to quickly enter a state of concentration, which showed the mystery of the Book of Creation.

He studied the ink patiently.

Only the ink stick the size of a fingernail is left, which is constantly rubbed in the inkstone and slowly blends into the clear water.

Li Mo did not stop grinding the ink stick until it was like rice grains. He continued with his fingers against the ink stick, so that the value of the ink stick could be fully utilized.

Manager Hu put away his smile and looked at Li Mo seriously.

The footsteps of the apprentice returning to the wing suddenly sounded outside the door. Unknowingly, more than an hour had passed, and the sky was extremely dark.

Li Mo picked a medium-sized regular script brush and dipped it in a little ink.

With just one stroke, the tall pine tree trunk was formed. He skillfully used leaf tendons to modify the details, making the artistic conception of the lonely pine in the mountains unmistakable.

Manager Hu realized that Li Mo did not choose the tiger roar picture that he had practiced for a long time.

Li Mo painted patches of grass.

Then the old man's appearance was outlined, forming a whole with the pine tree.

Manager Hu couldn't help but be a little confused when she saw this. For some reason, what she wanted to see was the tiger in Li Mo's painting, not the old man in the forest.

She was about to interrupt the painting when she was attracted by the charm in the painting.

Li Mo's expression became more and more crazy, and he took turns holding the pen with his left and right palms, just not wanting the soreness of his muscles to affect the accuracy of writing.

Manager Hu immediately gave up the idea and showed some appreciation in his eyes.

Without waiting to refine the image of the old man in the painting, Li Mo drew the body of the beast next to the tree. It turned out to be a tiger covered in long stripes.

The tiger looks a little lazy, with its tail drooping and its head deliberately lowered by three points.

Li Mo moved faster and faster. Even though the tiger had come to life, he still had no intention of stopping and alternated his hands one after another.

He could feel it himself, as if he had fallen into a trance.

The most important thing is that Li Mo has the magical power of photographic memory. As long as he can remember the state of enlightenment, he can try to simulate it in the future.

So he didn't choose to stop and let his body act on instinct.

It wasn't until the ink ran out that Li Mo came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream. The exhaustion of physical strength made him gasp for breath.

He looked at the painting, his expression becoming a little helpless.

Because I didn't stop in time, the tiger in the painting was a bit superfluous, resulting in unnecessary flaws, which is worse than the picture of a roaring tiger.

What Li Mo copied was also Zhang Shanzhe's tiger picture, called Songquan Heart Adjustment Picture.

The Songquan Heart Adjustment Diagram shows an old man and a tiger sitting opposite each other. Zhang Shanzi used the fierceness of the tiger to highlight the indifference of the old man.

Like an immortal watching a tiger.

But Li Mo's Songquan Heart Adjustment Picture is different. Because there are too many words and inks, the tiger's momentum actually overwhelms the old man, as if he wants to bite the old man's head at any time.

Li Mo said hesitantly: "Guanshi Hu, there is something about this painting..."

"Yes, you do have talent."

Manager Hu looked at the Songquan Heart Alignment Chart and repeated, "You are really talented."

She flicked it gently, and the Songquan Heart Adjustment Painting dried naturally. The old man in the painting became as thin as a skinny corpse.

The tiger is even more terrifying. The scattered ink almost occupies half of the rice paper, as if riding a demonic wind towards the dying old man.

"Li Mo, starting from tomorrow, you will be the official painter of the Painting and Calligraphy Hall."

"Thank you, Lord Steward."

Manager Hu couldn't hide her love for the painting in her eyes, but then she did something that shocked Li Mo, and burned the Songquan Heart Adjustment Picture to ashes again.

"Li Mo, remember to paint as usual in the future and leave no traces."

Manager Hu took out three bone slips with residual warmth from his sleeves.

[Jade Slips for Passing Gong]

On the surface, Li Mo didn't know what the bone slips were for, but in fact, the Book of Creation had already flooded his memory. The bone slips were the jade slips used to teach martial arts seven thousand years ago, and were specially used to store spell information.

"Guanshi Hu, this is..."

"There are three spells in it. Although they are not life-defining skills, the spells can give you abilities that are different from ordinary people."

"Dharma is the art of survival, and art is the way of protecting yourself."

According to the information provided in the Book of Creation, in the Heart Beast Sect seven thousand years ago, exercises were used to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and mastering the spells can exert the effect of the spiritual energy in the Dantian.

Manager Hu pushed the bone slips to Li Mo and continued to explain: "I can't provide you with the exercises. You can only go to the medical clinic to choose by yourself."

"Spells are taught by the respective halls. Li Mo, you can choose one."

Li Mo has heard many false and true rumors. It is said that cultivation requires the acquisition of skills and Dharma practitioners, both of which are indispensable. It seems to be true.

"Place the bone slip between the eyebrows."

Li Mo nodded, holding the bone slip with his fingers and placing it between his eyebrows.

"The digestive bone slips should not be too long as it can easily damage the soul. Just take a rough look."

Li Mo just wanted to reply, but a large amount of magic information poured into his mind, which was then successfully digested by Photographic Impression.

In addition to methods for practicing magic, the bone slips also contain auxiliary prescriptions.

However, the content is limited to the total period.

The spell is called [Ah Hui Attached Curse].

The Book of Creation reacted, and Li Mo discovered that the Heart Beast Sect seven thousand years ago also had a curse attached to it, but it was dozens of times more complicated.

Of course, relatively speaking, the training steps were also much simpler, but the effect of Rongzhen's Ah Hu curse made Li Mo's hair stand on end.

Li Mo didn't have time to think about it, his brain had already started to hurt.

He put down Ah Hui's cursed bone slip and checked the other two spells.

The three arts have something inexplicable in common. They use the practitioner's body to raise... no, to imitate spiritual beasts.

[Ah Hui's Curse] Take one of the limbs and the bones will become snake bones.

【Painting Qingyi】Using tattoos to depict animal heads on the surface of the skin.

[Soul-Chasing Poisonous Sting] The palm is hollow to contain venom, and the little finger turns into a poisonous sting.

Li Moguang scanned the content and realized that the so-called magic spells mentioned by Hu Guanshi would be harmful rather than beneficial to him after being practiced.

The spell with the same name, A Hui's curse in the Heart Beast Sect is to release a snake bone spiritual whip, which can split giant trees during the Qi training period (total horn), but in Rongzhen, only the poorest imitation is left.

Why do limb bones turn into snake bones?

That's why Immortal can be so messy, otherwise his body will definitely collapse.

"Fellow practitioners of Shu and Dharma?"

"Could it be that the exercises in the medical clinic can transform decay into magic?"