Without A Heroic Spirit, I Can Only End In Person

Chapter 97 Back in Time

Jiang He's fingertips touched the pages of the book, and the overwhelming memory flooded into his brain, and he immediately became dizzy and fell asleep.

In the first week, he didn't seem to have gained much, but he just traveled all over the world of the Meng Dynasty and confirmed the situation of the dynasty...

The truth is just the opposite.

After he confirmed the safety of the environment, he returned directly to the imperial capital and retreated for nearly two hundred years.

During this period of painstaking painting skills, not only expanded a completely unfamiliar field, but also laid a solid foundation in this field!

This kind of experience and wisdom is his most important gain——

When the second week starts, history will change, deeds will be rewritten, and heroic spirits will be overwritten.

These skills and knowledge that have been honed are eternal.

"Two hundred years of painstaking practice, even if it's just retreat, has made my Danqing attainments surpass most Danqing masters in the Meng Dynasty, at most, it is slightly inferior to the real Danqing masters."

"Starting next week, you can try to change to a painter and leave a legend of painting."

Jiang He is still looking forward to the painter Heroic Spirit.

If it can form the legend of Miaobi Danqing, it may be able to form a special skill like the demon refiner's [Drain Spirit].

It can not only draw extraordinary pictures in reality, but also earn money in various ways.

You can also follow the example of the demon refiners who left jade in the tombs in the past. In the history of the Meng Dynasty, various authentic works of Danqing were produced, passed on, or buried...

Thinking of all the wonderful things, Jiang He started to have a headache.

"This Zhoumu has lived for too long, more than two hundred years, which is longer than Zhanlong Zhenren III's experience, and it also includes too much skill experience."

"Even the soul strength of 5.2 is somewhat unbearable..."

"Go to sleep first."

Jiang He dragged his exhausted body directly onto the bed and fell asleep soundly.

...

Jiang He woke up again, a day and a night had passed.

He ordered a takeaway, and while waiting for the delivery to arrive, dragging his hungry body, he picked up the drawing software to refer to the pen, and the pen followed suit.

Just a few strokes, a little color.

It is painted into a majestic drawing of violent wind and rain, and floods raging.

He pondered for a few seconds, added a few more lines, and outlined the figure of a fire-eyed flood dragon amidst the thunder and lightning.

It seems that I am not satisfied.

He tapped his fingertips lightly, and a swordsman walked across the water, chopped off the dragon's horn, and the dragon howled and fled in a panic.

Only a few minutes passed, and a pair of [Picture of Taoist Slaying Dragon] was born. There are not many strokes, but it seems to be able to feel a little heroic feeling through the picture.

"If this painting is sent to [Retired Army Soldiers' Elderly Care Group], Senior Brother Zhang, Lu Shuang and the others won't blow it up?"

"It's not much more interesting than the videos they send me of barbarian kings being beaten up, fucked up, and sidelined all day long..."

Jiang He looked at this dragon-slaying picture and became more and more satisfied.

Although it is just a casual work, it has many flaws.

Considering that he was a reckless Taoist who could only draw pictures of chickens pecking rice two days ago and knew nothing about calligraphy and painting.

This is already a qualitative leap.

According to this progress, when he creates all kinds of heroic spirits, he will also become an all-round powerhouse who is proficient in all arts.

No matter what skill, you can come at your fingertips!

Just then, the takeaway arrived.

Jiang He erased the drawing casually and had dinner.

...

After dinner, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

When conducting the simulation of Heroic Spirit No. 3, Jiang He specially chose the time period in the evening, so that he can sleep after the simulation, digest the memory directly, and go to school normally the next day.

Who would have thought that after sleeping for a whole day and night, it was still night when I woke up.

Well, it's still night anyway, so let's start the simulation for the second week.

Jiang He returned to the familiar sofa and called out the Book of Heroic Souls. Without much hesitation, he directly chose to restart the anchor——

Time, give me countercurrent!

Fox, live for me!

[Meng calendar 1337, peach month twenty-one. 】

[In the prime of Emperor Meng, the fortune of the country was prosperous, the weather was smooth, and the world was at peace. 】

[In the prosperous age, you came back from rebirth, and came back to life on the body of a painter who had just died in Qinghe Town, Kunzhou. 】

[You look around and see that charming woman leaning beside her, with her white skirt loose and her fox tail looming, she looks like a demon or a fairy. 】

[Memories of the past came to my mind, you already know that this is not a vixen that absorbs human energy, but a spirit fox that contains magic. 】

【In this situation, your heart moves slightly...】

[A: Write and keep the painting, B: Attack the fox tail, C: Rest and recuperate, D: Intervene personally]

Seeing the woman's charming face, Jiang He was deeply moved.

Scenes of the past emerged in my heart.

Make your choice now.

【Attack Foxtail】

"Is there really anyone who can refuse a big fluffy tail?"

As soon as Jiang He raised his hand, he stroked the fluffy snow-white fox tail while the woman's eyes were still closed, and immediately felt refreshed all over.

After hundreds of years, the big fluffy tail still feels so comfortable——

No, it should be better.

However, his actions also made the woman wake up instantly.

But seeing a white shadow flash past, the woman in white jumped up from the bed and stood at the door, hugging her snow-white fox tail, her face flushed.

"Deng, Deng disciple!"

After saying that, the figure dissipated.

It seems to have escaped.

"So the little fox is so shy..."

Jiang He couldn't help laughing when he saw the woman in white's reaction.

Thinking about it, the reason why the white fox lay flat later was because it was too weak and had no room to resist Jiang He, and the second was because it had changed back into a white fox, and its mentality would naturally change.

Plus Jiang He saved her more than once, and tried to save her life...

She gradually let go of herself, and her mentality gradually changed back to a fox, which is also a matter of course.

The white fox seems to have slipped away.

Jiang He didn't take it to heart.

Dragging his exhausted body, he organized the pen and ink tools at home.

On the one hand, he began to practice Taoism, to replenish the missing vitality, to recuperate, and to lay a solid foundation.

While returning to his old business, he began to draw Danqing paintings one after another.

Although his predecessor was an ordinary painter without much fame, he was one of the rare painters in Qinghe Town.

Now the skills have been greatly improved, and it is immediately welcomed by people.

Although it is not a daily fortune, but he also made a small fortune, and at the same time gained a little fame.

This will be of great help to Jiang He when he goes to the Danqing Holy Land to learn from the master Danqing and learn the inheritance of painting——

The holy place of Danqing in the Meng Dynasty was called Cailang Painting Workshop.

This is a holy place for painters similar to Taoist temples, with corresponding Danqing inheritance, with its own mystery.

According to legend, the master of Cailang Painting Workshop, that master of Danqing once painted dragons in the sea, and when he raised his pen to finish his painting, the ink dragon flew away into the sky and turned into a living thing.

This kind of mysterious method makes the painters all over the world yearn for it.

It's a pity that the method is not spread casually, only those painters who have reached a certain level of fame and skills.

Only those who are qualified to step into Cailang Painting Workshop, learn the method of Danqing, and exchange painting experience.

Jiang He's current skill level is definitely sufficient.

The only thing missing is fame.

This is not difficult for him.

After a few years of precipitation, you will be able to accumulate enough fame to enter Cailang Painting Workshop.

During this period of time, it happens that I can double practice Taoism, restore the foundation, and prevent premature death.

Jiang He was very busy and seemed to completely forget about the white fox.

Three days passed.

When he returned home, he immediately smelled a familiar fragrance.

He followed the fragrance to the kitchen—but saw that on the kitchen counter, there were some treasures of heaven and earth piled up on the kitchen table to replenish qi and blood and restore vitality.

These medicinal materials look very fresh, and one or two of them have not even been shaken off from the soil.

Jiang He let out a smile.

"It's back, it's all back."

[You sell paintings and return home, see the medicinal materials in the kitchen, and know the fox girl to repay your favor. 】

[So the medicinal materials were processed and made into two medicines, one to replenish the damage of one's own essence, and take it every day. 】

[A copy of Healing Fox Girl's Vitality Injury, how to write it, and put it in the kitchen. 】

[A few days later, the new medicine arrives, but the fox girl's medicine has not been used, so you turn a blind eye and continue to make medicine and sell paintings, doing your own way. 】

[Three days, five days, seven days, half a month...]

[One day, you sold paintings and returned home, but the medicine for the fox girl was gone, and you replaced it with food, and put it on the dining table. 】

[You buy two sets of bowls and chopsticks, eat only half of it, and go back to your room to rest. 】

[The next day, the leftover food disappeared, and the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned. Yesterday was like a dream. 】

[You smile and go out to sell paintings. 】

[At night, bring chicken wine home, put it in the kitchen, and wait for the change. 】

Jiang He touched the text with his fingertips.

Is this the first time human beings have tamed snails... No, the precious experience of Miss Linghu?

Although due to his presumptuous actions at the beginning, the white fox had some unnecessary embarrassment and anger.

Even if she went outside to collect some medicinal materials and sent them out of guilt, she was unwilling to have too much contact with Jiang He.

However, she is pure after all.

Now it is peace and prosperity again.

Jiang He has time to grind slowly with her.

It took a whole month to finally lower the white fox's vigilance again.

Let her gradually evolve from a wild repaying spirit fox to a domesticated spirit fox.

In addition to digging medicinal materials every day, Jiang He is left to make various elixir.

Just stay at home quietly and study how to make delicious food.

Although in the process.

Jiang He and Baihu didn't really face each other, but they gradually formed a tacit understanding.

"After all..."

"The little fox is just looking for a home."

"It was out of this idea that she entered the Yunzhou Palace in the past and accompanied the Xueyun Princess to grow up."

"She walked the desert with me in the past, and gradually got used to the wandering life, which is also because of this temperament."

"It's the same now..."

Unfortunately, the peace is only temporary.

The words derived from the pages of the book changed quietly.

[Half a year passed quietly. 】

[1337 in the Meng calendar, the third day of the Liang month. 】

[You go to Zhoucheng to sell paintings, see sweet and sour food, know what the fox girl likes, buy it and go home. 】

[The home has prepared delicious food, you are used to it, eat half of it, and when you return to the house, you see white clothes. 】

[The woman in white salutes quietly, calling herself Ruan Xiangyu, she is a spirit fox in the snow mountain, she was hunted down and fled here for her life. 】

[Now it has been half a year, and his injuries have healed, and the pursuers may arrive. In order to prevent you from being implicated, he wants to say goodbye. I hope you will be more careful. 】

【You heard his words, then decided...】

[A: Let him go, B: Let him go, C: Invite him to go with him, D: Intervene personally. 】

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(end of this chapter)