Golden Summoner.

As soon as the shell shells are added to the electric stove, the hot pot can be boiled.

This kind of hot pot can be regarded as unique.

Xia Pingan went on a guerrilla attack in Xinchuan City a few days ago, and took the opportunity to raid several supermarkets in the suburbs. Therefore, there are not too many kinds of food, supplies, things, drinks, and drinks in his secret warehouse.

With a wave of Xia Pingan's hand, boxes of various beer, liquor, mineral water, and boxes of canned vegetables and meat that can be cooked immediately appeared in the warehouse, piled up like a hill.

Xia Pingan picked up a bottle of wine and said to everyone, "No matter how many people we have, we must fight those monsters to the end. Long live the 87th Legion. I respect this bottle of wine. Let's do it!" After finishing speaking, Xia Pingan Finished the bottle of wine in one gulp.

"Long live the 87th Legion, it's done..." All the soldiers raised their bottles and shouted, and they did it together.

……

This time the hot pot was very enthusiastic.

Shi Yunhao organized the soldiers in the class to toast Xia Pingan in turn, and wanted to put Xia Pingan down, but he didn't want to. In the end, Xia Pingan put them all down alone.

The body of the One Yuan Realm is already close to an inhuman existence, and that little alcohol is completely pediatrics for Xia Ping'an.

Even Man Zijin was drunk, hugged and danced with a soldier, making the others laugh.

After everyone drank and fell to the ground, Xia Pingan was the only one who woke up in the end.

Looking at the eleven people sleeping on the ground stumbling around, Xia Pingan lifted them up one by one from the warehouse floor one by one, and sent them back to their sleeping place.

The place where the soldiers stationed here sleep is also an empty small warehouse. Everyone sleeps on the floor and sleeps in sleeping bags.

Everyone's nerves are tense these days, and today is just a time to relax.

After finishing all this, Xia Pingan also returned to his "room", sat down cross-legged, and directly took out the Jiezhu that he had harvested yesterday and today.

A few days ago, he had harvested two boundary beads, a Suiren's boundary bead and a Youchao's boundary bead. He didn't need those two boundary beads, so he kept them.

But on the way here yesterday, Xia Ping'an's luck came back again. After several battles, Xia Ping'an got two usable boundary beads in one fell swoop.

Tomorrow is November 11th, the 11th day of the lunar calendar. If you fuse the Realm Beads today, you will be able to enjoy the benefits of a surge in divine power tomorrow.

The first Boundary Bead Xia Pingan took out had only three words on that Boundary Bead - Li Guizhen!

After dripping a drop of blood, Xia Ping'an was quickly wrapped in a cocoon of light and entered the world inside the Boundary Bead...

Chapter 114

"Li Guizhen, this is the tiger you drew, it's so ridiculous..."

"This kind of tiger is still being sold for money. Could it be that we have never seen a tiger before?"

"That's right, this is not a tiger, it doesn't look like it, it's not majestic at all, I think it looks like a dog..."

As soon as Xia Pingan opened his eyes, he saw that he was on the street. In front of him, there was a table with drawing paper on it. A tiger was being drawn on the paper. People were pointing and whispering at him.

Xia Pingan looked behind him again, and there was a shelf behind him. There were two paintings hanging on the shelf. The painting was of a farming ox. The painting of a farming ox was pretty good, lifelike, and quite solid.

Xia Pingan understood at a glance that he was selling paintings on the street at the moment.

Li Guizhen lived in the countryside since he was a child, and he liked painting. There were many cows in the country, and Li Guizhen saw a lot of them, so Li Guizhen learned to draw cows, and he drew a lot of cows. Coming to this Tiantai city to set up a stall and sell paintings can be regarded as a way to make a living.

At this moment, Li Guizhen is not very old, and his reputation is only in the village of Tiantai, Jiangxi, not as famous as later, so Liang Taizu couldn't help but invite him to the palace for chatting and questioning.

Xia Pingan immediately figured out his current situation.

Just in front of the painting booth, a man dressed in silk and satin who looked like a country gentleman pointed at the tiger drawn on the paper, stared at Xia Pingan with dissatisfaction, and pointed at the painting, "You tiger is so beautiful! , as if dead, people who don’t know think it’s a dog, I’ve already told you, I’m going to buy this painting and hang it up to see people, how can I meet people with your painting, and pay back a hundred dollars , I won't give you any money..."

The squire snorted coldly, flung his sleeves and left.

Xia Pingan looked at the tiger in the painting in front of him, that...it really didn't look like it...it didn't have the spirit of a tiger...it was limp...

It is estimated that Li Guizhen can draw this kind of painting because he has seen tiger skin before.

At the nearby painting booth, a painter with a goatee who specialized in selling landscape paintings came over, stared at the picture of a tiger in front of Xia Ping'an, and immediately laughed. The goatee was raised proudly, yes Looking at Xia Ping'an, "Boy, I guess you haven't even seen a living tiger, so you dare to sell paintings of tigers. Do you know that those who buy paintings of tigers want to hang them in the living room or flower hall and study room for people to admire?" Yes, a countryman is a countryman, you should go back and draw your cows!"

The people around burst into laughter.

The business couldn't be done, Xia Pingan resisted the urge to draw another tiger on the spot, tore up the painting, and then silently started closing the stall.

While collecting the painting stalls, Xia Pingan had a question in his heart, if he redraws a lifelike tiger at this moment and completely changes the historical trajectory of Li Guizhen, then does this Boundary Bead itself count as a fusion? success?

After thinking for a while, Xia Ping'an came to the conclusion that Li Guizhen's painting of tigers is a historical allusion that inspired countless people. If Li Guizhen's later experiences were not there, this allusion would not exist, and he would be able to draw tigers at this moment Li Guizhen also disappeared from the crowd, what is the difference between him and other painters who can draw fierce tigers?

Xia Pingan thought for a while, and felt that the level of the tiger he drew at this moment should not be enough to make Li Guizhen famous in history. Maybe the fusion of this boundary bead would fail, so he merged this bead The process of Jiezhu should be regarded as a rare opportunity to pay tribute to Li Guizhen and improve my painting ability.

Xia Pingan wanted to see what level his painting skills had improved by following Li Guizhen's way of improving his painting skills.

In this world, especially the children of China, when they talk about painting, people often think of the story of Leonardo da Vinci painting eggs. They regard Da Vinci as the idol of painters, but Li Guizhen is for many people. It is an unfamiliar name. What many people don’t know is that 500 years before Da Vinci, there was a young man named Li Guizhen during the Five Dynasties of China. That is the true craftsman spirit and master spirit.

Xia Pingan didn't know where Li Guizhen lived, so he could only ask him along the way back to his home.

"I'm afraid Li Guizhen is stupid, he even forgot where his home is..." Someone who knew Li Guizhen muttered in surprise when he saw Li Guizhen asking where his home was.

"I heard that Li Guizhen made a big joke on the set today, and he lost his face. It's normal to be a little bit lost..."

Li Guizhen's family is in the countryside outside Tiantai City. He is neither too rich nor poor. His parents are still living in the house. He has hundreds of acres of land and a few cows. He is famous for his paintings in the countryside these years , also has a little net worth.

After returning home, Xia Pingan searched in Li Guizhen's bedroom, and found a lot of money that Li Guizhen had accumulated over the years in a box.

For the next two days, Xia Pingan didn't go anywhere, just waited at home, preparing things for the mountain, Li Guizhen's parents knew that Li Guizhen was being laughed at, and came to comfort Li Guizhen.

On the [-]th day, when the market was held in the city, the whole Tiantai city became lively again. People from all over the world flocked to the city to participate in the market. Only then did Xia Pingan bring some money and the things he was planning to enter the mountain with. , came back to town.

Today, the flow of people in the city is several times higher than usual, the streets are very lively, big girls, young wives and businessmen are all here.

Xia Pingan came to the city for a while, and then came to the market in the city selling mountain products.

Those who sell mountain products here are all farmers and hunters in the mountains.

Xia Pingan walked around here and found that the business of an old Orion is particularly good. The old Orion is over 50 years old. He is physically strong and energetic. He is carrying a kitchen knife and has a simple face. He sells a few pieces. Leopard skins, two wolf skins, several golden pheasants, and two rabbits. The golden pheasants and rabbits are packed in two cages, and other furs are directly put on the ground for sale.

Because the things that the old hunter sells are always a few dollars cheaper than those sold by others, so many people come to buy his things, and they all seem to be acquaintances, and they don’t bargain much. Some of the other people’s business has just started, the old hunter Everything has been sold out.

The old hunter, who had finished selling his things, packed up, then went to a nearby store to buy some salt, made a jug of wine, pulled some cloth, and was ready to go back.

"This uncle invited..." Xia Pingan came out from the street, stopped in front of the old hunter, and saluted the old hunter.

"What's the matter with this little brother?" The old hunter asked, hanging the wine gourd around his waist.

Xia Pingan smiled, "I saw that uncle was selling things on the street just now, and he was selling faster than others..."

"Haha..." The Orion uncle smiled boldly, "It's just a few dollars less for the same item, and I'm already a regular customer, so there's no need to worry about it. With this bit of skill, I can go up the mountain and hunt down a leopard, and I'll make up for everything. If little brother wants something, I will get it next time, and I can keep it for you..."

"Uncle is a bold person. I don't know if Uncle knows where there are tigers in the nearby mountains?"

"Then there are naturally in the Big Chong Mountain, why do you ask me?" the old Orion became curious.

"To be honest, I want to go into the mountain to see what the tiger looks like, and observe it closely. I don't know if uncle can take me to the mountain to have a look. Let's treat it as if I hired him to take me up the mountain and give you a fortune." cost……"

The old Orion's face suddenly became serious, "Brother, don't be joking, that big bug, if you see it, it might kill you, are you tired of working?"

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm not tired of working, I just want to see what the tiger looks like. I'm a painter, and the tigers I draw don't always look like it. People make fun of me, so I want to see it!"

"Brother is actually a painter?" Old Orion's face showed a bit of respect for "intellectuals".

"This is my painting of the cattle, I will give it to the uncle as a gift!" Xia Pingan took out a framed picture of the cattle and gave it to the old hunter.

The old Orion wiped his hands on his clothes before taking the painting, opened it curiously, and then praised, "Not bad, not bad, this old buffalo is really good at painting, little brother, your painting skills are not bad, But it is too dangerous to go into the mountains to see tigers, and I will do you harm if I take you there."

"Uncle, listen to me, I don't want to go up to the tiger to watch it, and I'm not so bold, I just thought that there are places where tigers come and go on the mountain, so I built a wooden house on the tree, and I will watch from the wooden house. Get something to attract the tiger, if the tiger can't come to the cabin, I'm not in danger!"

The expression of the old Orion moved, touched his bearded chin, and thought for a while, "Build a shed on the tree and watch it from the tree. That's fine, but you have to think about it, brother. Do you really want to go?"

Xia Pingan nodded with determination, "I have made up my mind, I must go!"

"Okay, then follow me, I'll take you there..." the old Orion said boldly.

……

Just three days later, a small tree house appeared on a mountain called Xianren Peak more than 50 miles away from Tiantai City. The tree house was built on the crown of a tall nanmu tree more than ten meters above the ground. place.

The trunk of the nanmu tree was thick and straight, and the tiger could not climb it.

Tigers often appeared near Xianren Peak. The Orion uncle and his son worked together with Xia Pingan to find a place for Xia Pingan.

Xia Pingan gave that Uncle Orion a sum of money and asked that Uncle Orion to send him some food, pens and ink every three days. For myself, here I use pheasants and hares to attract tigers.

Uncle Orion readily agreed, and Xia Ping'an's requests were easy and effortless, and Xia Ping'an's work was not in vain.

On the day Xia Pingan lived in the tree house, Uncle Orion got a pheasant, tied the pheasant to a nearby tree, and sprinkled a little chicken blood nearby, saying that this would attract the tiger.

After finishing all this, Xia Pingan waited on the tree for the tiger on the mountain to arrive...

Chapter 115

The pheasant was tied under another tree more than 30 meters away from Xia Ping'an's tree house. There was a meadow surrounding it, and nothing could block Xia Ping'an's view.

The pheasant crowed, pacing up and down on the grass with some anxiety, flapping its wings and trying to fly away.

After the old hunter and his son left, the mountains were noisy and quiet. Xia Pingan sat cross-legged in the tree house with his eyes closed, waiting patiently, truly treating himself as the true past, determined to make his painting Skill tempered to the extreme.

Li Guizhen's efforts, sacrifices, and determination to paint tigers back then are really amazing.

Tigers are not good at climbing trees, but there are too many poisonous insects and beasts that can climb trees in this mountain forest. Leopards can climb trees, poisonous snakes can climb trees, and poisonous insects can climb trees. Basically tantamount to disregarding life and death.

This spirit is the foundation of a person's success.

There are a few pieces of cake and two water bottles in the tree house. This is Xia Pingan's food.

There is a clear stream nearby, which can solve the problem of water source. If you want convenience, you can only get down from the tree and go to the nearby grass to solve it. This life is not much different from that of Youchao. into a primitive state.

For the first two days, the pheasant was clucking, and Xia Pingan didn't even see a tiger's hair.

On the morning of the third day, Xia Pingan was sitting quietly in the tree house. Suddenly, he felt the forest outside became quiet, and a murderous intent reverberated in the forest. The pheasant that was still crowing on the grass before suddenly stopped crowing at this time.

Xia Pingan suddenly opened his eyes.

On the tree not far away, a group of birds were suddenly startled and flew up, the grass swayed, and with a howl of a tiger, a majestic white-fronted tiger with eye-catching eyes rushed fiercely from the nearby hillside. Come down, the momentum, saying that the wind follows the tiger, is not an exaggeration at all.

With a gust of wind, he rushed down.

The pheasant was so scared that it shrank into a ball, and when it saw the tiger rushing and flapping its wings, it wanted to fly away, but just as the pheasant jumped up, it was jumped into the air by the tiger. Bite and pounce.

That fierce tiger is fierce and domineering, with a wild and endless breath of life and the aura of the king of beasts. Its eyes are full of murderous intent, its movements are fierce and powerful, and every pore in its body exudes bloody, masculine, and powerful breath. indescribable.

That is not a tiger kept in a zoo, nor a tiger kept in a cage, but a living beast that can tear apart all prey and enemies at any time.

Only when you see that tiger, you will know what the temperament of the real king of beasts is.

After the tiger pounced on the pheasant, it disappeared into the grass in an instant, but the image of the moment it came out to pounce on the pheasant just now was deeply imprinted in Xia Ping'an's head.

Xia Pingan felt that a certain nerve deep in his heart was touched, but he "forgot to tell" and couldn't tell what it was like. In the end, he only took out the drawing paper and pen, and grabbed it inside the wooden house. With that little feeling in my heart, I drew several pictures in a row, trying to express that feeling on paper.

But no matter how he drew, Xia Pingan always felt that the tiger he drew could not express the feeling in his heart, and was always lacking something.

Before Xia Pingan felt that his traditional Chinese paintings were good, but now after he drew a few pictures of tigers, he realized that the tigers he drew were still lacking something, which might be what Li Guizhen was looking for.

The next day, the old hunter father and son came again and brought Xia Pingan a rabbit and some pancakes. The rabbit continued to be tied near the big tree, and the old hunter father and son sprinkled a little sheep's blood near the big tree.

That night, a wild wolf came, and Xia Pingan threw a stone from the tree, yelling, and finally scared the wolf away.

A day later, the tiger came again and quickly took the rabbit away.

Xia Pingan remembered every action of the tiger's predation in his heart, and kept trying to draw the thing that touched his heart over and over again on the drawing paper.

Two days later, the old hunter and his son came again. Xia Pingan asked the old hunter and his son to bring some ink and paper for him, because the ink and paper he brought had been completely used up.

Xia Pingan was drawing tigers every day, learning from tigers, thinking about that tiger, dreaming and sleeping in his head, thinking about every move of that tiger killing its prey, he was completely immersed in that state, and completely forgot Knowing that this is the world in Jiezhu, he completely forgot that he is Li Guizhen at this moment. The portraits of tigers he drew are becoming more and more similar, and he consumes more and more ink and paper. Even the few brushes he brought They are all bald.

The thing that shocked Xia Ping'an's heart was not just the image of the tiger, but the spirit of the king of beasts on the tiger and the most primitive and surging spirit of all living things. "The power of the beast" is a kind of rhyme, a kind of enlightenment, a kind of way, which is hard to describe.

Xia Ping'an has been completely immersed in it.

The hunter father and son would send something to Xia Pingan every three or four days, and check to see if Xia Pingan was still alive. Every time they came, they would see Xia Pingan either crazy or silent.

Xia Pingan's painting of tigers, at the beginning, the father and son felt more and more alike. Later, when they saw the things Xia Pingan painted, the father and son couldn't understand them at all, because the things Xia Pingan painted became more and more similar. It's getting more and more strange, there are all kinds of chaotic lines, sometimes it's mountains, rivers and clouds, sometimes it's shaking leaves, or flowing streams, sometimes it's even a stripe on a tiger's body, a fierce light in its eyes, Sunrise and sunset...

The hunter father and son even wondered if Xia Pingan was crazy.

Xia Pingan lived in the tree house for two years.

On this day, the old hunter and his son came to deliver something to Xia Ping'an again, and then the old hunter suddenly said, "By the way, when I came out today, I heard a news that some hunters from the next village were hunting on another mountain. I bought a fierce tiger and was about to sell it..."

After Xia Pingan heard this, his heart moved, "Uncle, can you take me to see, I want to buy that tiger..."

"Ah, you're leaving here..."

"I'm going down the mountain for a while..."