"you......." Taoist Taihua saw at a glance what Su Changyu had done. He had swallowed the Blood-blasting Pill to burn his blood and thus improve his cultivation. However, if this kind of pill was swallowed, one would shorten his lifespan by at least ten years. "Master, please heal your wounds quickly." Su Changyu's lips turned pale, but he still let Taoist Taihua heal his wounds first. Because Taoist Taihua's injuries are very serious, we can't delay any further. "I am sorry for you, Master." Taoist Taihua took a deep breath. He felt a little regretful for coming here, but what he regretted most was that he had accomplished nothing and could not even deal with a mere monster, causing his disciple to shorten his life. "Master, stop being sentimental and recover from your injuries quickly." Su Changyu seemed casual and asked Taoist Taihua to heal his wounds quickly. Taoist Taihua didn't have much to do either. He swallowed a healing pill and then began to absorb energy to heal his wounds. As for Su Changyu, he endured the discomfort and stared at his surroundings, worried that he would encounter monsters again.
A few hours later. Taoist Taihua has finished his treatment. His injuries are still serious, but they have stabilized. As long as he rests well for two or three years, there will be no big problem. After Taoist Taihua healed his injuries, Su Changyu began to meditate to recover his strength. He had just swallowed the Blood-blasting Pill, which not only shortened his life span by ten years, but also burned a lot of his blood and essence, which was equivalent to a serious illness. He needed to stabilize himself, otherwise, if the condition worsened, his life span might be shortened by more than ten years. This went on until late at night. Su Changyu woke up. "Changyu, eat something." At this time, Taoist Taihua took out some dry food. It was a meat pie made of monster meat. It tasted average, but it contained blood and energy. It could strengthen the body and restore qi and blood. Su Changyu took the meat pie and then fell silent. Taoist Taihua was somewhat helpless. He had a lot to say, so he could only speak slowly. "Chang Yu, it is your master who has dragged you down." Taoist Taihua said earnestly that he felt he was a burden to Su Changyu. "Master, don't say such things anymore." Su Changyu disagreed. He was an orphan, raised by Taoist Taihua. To Su Changyu, Taoist Taihua was his master and also his father. If he died if he went back, Su Changyu would not have any complaints. Therefore, Su Changyu felt that such words of thanks were unnecessary. Ugh! Taoist Taihua sighed. He knew what Su Changyu meant, but he felt more guilty. "Master, think about something happy. Anyway, we have obtained the spirit essence, and we can make a flying sword for my junior brother."
Su Changyu broke the silence and tried to say something that would make people happy. "Yes, although I almost lost my life, the harvest this time is indeed not cheap. These spirit stones are worth at least hundreds of spirit stones." "Sure enough, if you want to be rich, you have to fight for it." Speaking of the spirit stone, Taoist Taihua couldn't help but feel much happier. Although he almost died on this trip, the harvest was extremely terrifying. He earned at least more than two hundred low-grade spirit stones. The most important thing is that this kind of spiritual essence is necessary for making flying swords. "Alas, we worked so hard, even nearly died, but the spirit stones we earned were not as much as a painting by Junior Brother." "Sometimes I think comparing myself to others is really frustrating." Su Changyu spoke, and his words sounded a little dejected. After saying this, Taoist Taihua felt a little unhappy. Yes, after working so hard, the product you get is not as good as someone else's casual drawing. How can you not feel sad? "But we can't let your little brother draw all the time. It's impossible for us to rely on your little brother to support everyone, right?" Taoist Taihua felt somewhat helpless. "That being said, it's not hard to ask Junior Brother to draw a picture occasionally. After all, after this experience, I understand that life is more important than face. When we get back, I'll ask him to draw a picture. I'll use part of it to make a flying sword for him, and the other part to buy some high-quality healing medicine for you." Su Changyu made his decision and no longer cared about being shameless. If he hadn't prepared a blood-bursting pill this time, both the master and the disciple would have died here. So Su Changyu understood that life is more precious than face. "Okay, but don't ask for too much, just enough." Taoist Taihua nodded. Although it's still a bit embarrassing, it's better than losing your life. "Master, don't take it too seriously. Junior Brother likes to draw, and he might have drawn a picture for Second Junior Brother as well." Su Changyu spoke. After hearing this, Taoist Taihua was stunned. Yes. Maybe they don't need to ask, Ye Ping can draw one himself. "Oops!" Suddenly, Taoist Taihua thought of something else and his expression changed. "what happened?"
Su Changyu was a little curious. "Chang Yu, I think what you just said makes sense, but did your second junior brother also draw a portrait?" Taoist Taihua spoke. After hearing this, Su Changyu was also stunned. "That shouldn't be the case. Junior Brother Luo Chen is not that kind of person." Taoist Taihua said nothing. “Perhaps even if a portrait is drawn, it will be just a profile, like mine?” Su Changyu guessed with gritted teeth. "I hope so, if not..." Taoist Taihua did not continue speaking. Because the meaning is already very clear. Chapter 42: Successful Qi Induction, Opening! Candle Dragon Immortal Acupoint! [New Book Request Everything] Early night. Ye Ping sat alone in the back cliff. There was a piece of rice paper in front of him. Ye Ping gazed at the starry sky, still thinking hard about 'drawing qi into the body'. At this moment, Ye Ping also deeply realized how useless his qualifications were. You can't even do the simplest way of drawing Qi into your body, how can you achieve immortality? In fact, it is not Ye Ping's fault. It is mainly because he has read too many online novels. Basically, the protagonists of all the immortal cultivation novels, even if they are losers, can easily draw qi into their bodies. The sky is like ink. Gazing at the darkness, a poem emerged in Ye Ping's mind. The sound of leaves falling like rain, and the moonlight as white as frost. I lie alone late at night, who will sweep my bed for me? This is a poem by Bai Juyi, which is apt for the occasion. Thinking of this, Ye Ping picked up the brush beside him and started painting on the spotless rice paper. This time, he didn't draw anyone. He only paints landscapes. Ye Ping's brushstrokes were as fast as flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, and he painted the depression in his heart.
On the rice paper, a night scene appears, which is extremely deep and gives people an indescribable feeling, a little depressing. This is the soul of painting. Ye Ping has reached the realm of painting soul, hiding everything in his heart in this painting. If this painting is viewed by others, it will cause some deep thoughts and depression. The works of great painters often embody the essence, spirit and vitality. If you are happy, splash ink to create a painting, which makes people feel happy. If you are in a bad mood, your pen will move quickly and you will paint the depression in it. Ye Ping kept painting. He painted the night extremely deep, as if there was no hope. All the depression in his heart was reflected in the painting. Looking back on these days, I have been thinking hard every day just to guide the Qi into the body. Not only has this wasted time, but the most important thing is that I have been researching for almost a month without making any progress. How can I not feel depressed? It was when Ye Ping vented all his emotions in the painting. Suddenly. A gentle breeze blew slowly. The breeze blew on his face, and Ye Ping's depressed and anxious heart suddenly calmed down at this moment. In an instant, Ye Ping stopped painting, and raised his head to look at the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. There was silence between heaven and earth. All sounds are silent. People follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, the heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature. For some reason, this sentence suddenly appeared in Ye Ping's mind. But at this moment, Ye Ping was inexplicably stunned. He froze in place. After a long while, a smile appeared on Ye Ping's calm face. "Big Brother, I understand." Ye Ping understood. He really realized it. boom! boom! boom! The sky was originally very calm, but at this moment, black clouds condensed and formed a terrifying vortex.
In the vortex, there were flashes of lightning and thunder. The terrifying lightning, like dragons, cut through the sky for thousands of miles. In the middle of the cliff behind Qingyun. There was a strong wind. The rice paper in front of Ye Ping was rustling in the wind. If it hadn't been held down by the inkstone, it would have been gone long ago. All the dead leaves rolled up, as if it was the end of the world. In the distance, Xu Luochen was standing in the room. Hearing the whistling wind, his brows furrowed.