Li Zhuoguang saw that the Thirty-six Stratagems of Love were useless, so he stopped forcing it. Simply walk up to the futon, tear it open, and take out the secret book inside. Li Zhuoguang unfolded the secret book and read it with great interest. The painter of this secret book was also top-notch. The nude girl in the painting is smiling sweetly, her eyebrows, eyes, lips and cheeks are full of charm. Compared with the solemn and precious appearance of the jade statue, although her appearance is similar, her expression is very different. It must be said that the people of the Xiaoyao Sect are all extremely talented and learned people. Whether it's a jade statue or a nude secret book, it's like a simple hypnosis linking one link after another. That is to say, Duan Yu corrected his three views, and later met Wang Yuyan, a living person. If it were someone else, maybe it would be like what Li Qiushui said, and people from the Xiaoyao sect would be everywhere in the world to kill him. Duan Yu glanced behind him and immediately looked away: "Ah, don't look at anything inappropriate, don't look at anything inappropriate." "Deliberately leaving the scroll here and deliberately painting it naked, what's the difference between this and taking off your clothes in front of me? It's in vain if you don't see it." "Who on earth blasphemed God and did such a despicable thing?" "Of course she is." "What?!" "You don't really think of her as a fairy, do you?" Li Zhuoguang pointed to the jade statue: "She is Li Qiushui, the current concubine of the Xixia Kingdom, and she is also a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect."
Li Zhuoguang thrust the secret book into Duan Yu's arms and said, "These are the Xiaoyao sect's "Beiming Divine Art" and "Lingbo Weibu", which are just right for you." "I don't want to see this." "An old lady of seventy or eighty years old painted her naked body when she was young to amuse the young people. You take it seriously. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You must know that beauty is as white as bones. Not to mention that her skin is dry and wrinkled now, and her breasts may have fallen off. It’s on my belly.” "I still don't look at it." "Does her face have to be replaced by Ariana's before you are willing to look at it?" "Nonsense, how could I be that kind of person!" "What's wrong with my face?" Others also came in, and Ariana seemed to hear someone praising her beauty. "No...nothing." Duan Yu waved his hands nervously. Li Zhuoguang took out "Bei Ming Ern Palace Picture" and said to everyone: "Which of you is better at painting, please redraw this secret book." Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one responded. Until a voice came from Li Zhuoguang's shoulder: "Me." Li Zhuoguang looked sideways and saw Huang Shiren raised his little paw. "Huang Shiren, are you serious?" Li Zhuoguang didn't believe it. Why didn't he know that this little yellow guy had this skill? Huang Shiren nodded confidently. "It?!" This was Duan Yu. In his limited knowledge, the weasel couldn't speak. Li Zhuoguang said casually: "Exotic beasts, do you understand alien beasts? Just like the toad that imitates the cry of a cow, the silkworm that can cool down, and the eagle that beats people. There are so many exotic beasts in the world, a talking weasel is nothing. ?” Li Zhuoguang didn't bring a pen, but the three-disaster gourd his mother gave him happened to contain a brush instrument, so he didn't need to dip it in ink. Li Zhuoguang took out the magic weapon and handed it to Huang Shiren. He also took out the map of Middle-earth he bought before and asked Huang Shiren to copy it on the back of the map. "This boy has a moral obsession and dare not look at naked women. Just follow this picture and become a man." Huang Shiren nodded to indicate that he understood. Just at noon, Li Zhuoguang took out the dishes made by his mother and some dry food to heat up, preparing to have a hasty meal here. "Report! Mr. Li, where did you get these things from?"
"Oh, this, I learned it from the jugglers. It's just a simple trick. If you are interested, you can go home and learn from those jugglers." Duan Yu looked at the Eight Immortals table and matching chairs that Li Zhuoguang took out out of thin air, and hesitated to speak. He knew about the deception, but no matter how you looked at it, it couldn't be a deception. When Li Zhuoguang laid out a table of dishes, Huang Shiren also finished the painting. He handed the scroll to Li Zhuoguang's hand. What Li Zhuoguang didn't expect was that this little yellow boy really wasn't boasting. His brushstrokes were smooth, his lines were clear, and his painting skills were quite good. The only flaw was... "Tell me, why did you draw my naked body?" Li Zhuoguang stared at Huang Shiren. Huang Shiren didn't know what he had done wrong, so he could only explain: "Master, you asked me to draw the man." "If I ask you to draw a man, do you have to draw me? Can't you..." Li Zhuoguang glanced around and then landed on Wei Changfeng: "Can't you draw Wei Changfeng?" "He's not as good-looking as you." "It makes sense. But you still have to change the picture. Change it to whatever you want, as long as it's not me." Huang Shiren scratched his head. This was not drawn with a pencil. Just erase it. It is still difficult to change it. Suddenly his eyes lit up, he held the brush in his little paw and began to paint. After a while, it was changed. Li Zhuoguang took the scroll, nodded with satisfaction, and stuffed his storage belt into him: "I have a gourd now, and I changed the bag into a small backpack. I will give it to you in the future." Huang Shiren happily took the backpack and put it on his back. Li Zhuoguang hesitated for a moment, then gave Huang Shiren the brush instrument and the "Tongtian Ru": "Study hard." He also threw the revised "Bei Ming Sheng Gong" to Duan Yu: "You too, study hard." Duan Yu took the revised version of "Northern Divine Art" and opened it, his face began to become distorted. All the naked women in the painting were replaced by naked men, and those naked men had a big weasel head on their necks. And Huang Shiren's painting skills were really amazing. Not only did he reproduce the content, but he also kept the charm of the original naked women. All the weasel faces were smiling, happy and angry, and extremely charming. Although Duan Yu couldn't understand it, he was shocked. He bowed to Huang Shiren and said, "May I ask who is Huang's master?" Huang Shiren was searching for dried meat in his storage backpack and replied, "The elders said that learning people should first learn calligraphy. Since I was a child, they asked me to copy from stone tablets and fragments." "I've learned." Duan Yu understood the elders in Huang Shiren's mouth as Li Zhuoguang. Looking at the processed secret book in his hand, although it was a bit uncomfortable to read, it was not unacceptable. In order to get close to Miss Ai, Duan Yu started to think about the Mouse version of "Northern Divine Art" while eating lunch. Duan Yu was actually quite talented. He memorized the entire "Northern Divine Art" in just one meal. But he later said to Li Zhuoguang: "This is an evil skill, I don't practice it." Li Zhuoguang did not comment, but just asked: "Is your family rich?" Duan Yu didn't understand but still answered: "Some assets." "Pay money to support 500 people, provide them with simple skills, let them practice internal force, and let you absorb it every year. They don't have to do anything except practicing all year round, and they can support their families. Believe me, there will be many people who regard you as a living Bodhisattva." Duan Yu was stunned. He never thought that he could pay money to buy internal force.