Immortality, starting from the heaven and earth

"Great Confucianism, worthy of being a great Confucianism."

Inside the room, Ji Dong looked at a painting in front of him, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

In that painting, there is a pine tree that is dying.

There are many mountains and rocks, but the pines are proud.

But this painting, which is supposed to show the scenery of autumn, makes people feel a sense of perseverance after watching it carefully.

Even if it is blown by a strong wind, it will definitely not be affected in the slightest.

"The autumn wind is bleak and ruthless, and the pines are independent and proud of the world..."

Following these words, Lin Yi slowly closed his eyes, and a ray of spiritual consciousness followed his steps, and entered the blue sky "Hurrah..."

In an instant, a gust of cold wind whizzed in, bringing withered yellow leaves and covering the entire cliff.

"If mana is injected into this object, this ordinary painting will also have the power of a magic weapon."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ji Dong slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the Qimu stone tablet he saw when he was in Tianluo Sea Territory.

"With emotion as the source and thought as the guide, it can be turned into an artistic conception that controls everything."

With the words falling, an invisible fluctuation spread from Ji Dong's whole body.

As soon as this wave appeared, it swept across the world in the painting, and then spread to the entire world in the painting.

With the movement of Lin Yi's thoughts, the autumn in this painting also began to change.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yi woke up from the darkness, his brows slightly frowned.

"No, my thoughts can replace the world in this painting because this painting is false.

Therefore, my spiritual consciousness and my mana can complete this transformation without any effort.

But once this kind of falsehood is put into the real world, my magic power, my spiritual consciousness, and even my whole being will be compared to the real world.

Just like a drop of water falling into the vast ocean, it is insignificant at all. "

"It's the right approach, but it's not enough."

With the words falling, Ji Dong's eyes could not help but brighten up after pondering for a long time.

"Whether it's love or thoughts, it all starts from the heart..."

Thinking of this, Ji Dong subconsciously looked at his hands.

"Only when one's mind is united and one's own mind is transformed into the mind of heaven can one achieve the way of transforming into a god."

With these words falling, Ji Dong's mind was shaken, and the seven-level cultivation base of Yuanying in his body, which had been stagnant for many years, began to operate rapidly at this moment, as if breaking some kind of bottleneck.

If Ji Dong is willing, he can choose a place with rich aura and practice in seclusion.

Then, in less than thirty years, his cultivation base can step from the seventh level of Yuanying to the ninth level of Yuanying.

Because the bottleneck between the two no longer exists, all that is needed is the accumulation of mana.

"The world of mortals is so beautiful, it will be difficult to enter the deep mountains again."

As Lin Yi said, he withdrew from the world in the painting.

Perhaps, he can break through the ninth level of the Nascent Soul in a short period of time, and even reach the peak of the Nascent Soul.

But after that, he still had to waste a lot of worlds to attack Huashen.

Since, in this world of mortals, I was able to break through the shackles of my cultivation in such a short period of time.

Then, for the remaining thirty years, if he stays here as before, will he be able to directly step into the realm of transforming gods, and even grasp the artistic conception of transforming gods as a cultivator?

If Ji Dong was still a little unconfident in the past, then he has full confidence at this time.

"It seems that besides making wine, I can also draw. I finally know how to spend my spare time."

Thinking like this, Ji Dong walked out of the courtyard.

Even though Wang Huai'en and Su Bai drank all the good wine in stock for half a year in less than a month, it seemed like a loss.

"But actually, it's blood money for me, and I don't know if this is one of the reasons monks are not allowed to hurt mortals without reason.

After all, just a few years is worth decades or even hundreds of years of retreat.

This is not something that panacea and spirit stones can compare with. "

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

"Brother, are you painting?"

On this day, when Jiang Yuer was going to ask Lin Yi to go to the mountains to collect wine-making materials, she saw Lin Yi sitting in the small courtyard and drawing.

This situation, for her, is simply unbelievable.

After all, in the past few years, almost every time she came, her elder brother was lying under the big tree and drunk.

"How about it, does it look like it?"

Hearing this, Lin Yi looked up at Jiang Yu'er and said.

"What does it look like?"

Jiang Yu'er was taken aback for a moment, then followed Lin Yi's gaze to the front of him, looking at the content in the painting.

I saw her appearance on the white paper.

To be precise, it was the first time she stepped into this courtyard and met Lin Yi for the first time.

On the screen, she was wearing a light blue long dress with two small braids, and her whole body was gray. She looked nervously at Lin Yi who was lying on the counter.

"How is it, like?"

Ji Dong asked with some expectation, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

After all, he doesn't know how to draw. Although he knows some new methods such as sketching compared to the world here, he is still a novice.

The difference is that this novice is an immortal cultivator, and after dozens of private attempts, he has easily mastered this painting technique.

After all, compared to alchemy, painting is too simple.

"It's not like, it's not like at all. How can I be so dirty."

Jiang Yuer's face was full of joy at first, and then she seemed to think of something, and said with her waist pouted.

Hearing this, Ji Dong said with a regretful face.

"Is that so, then this painting has to be destroyed, this is my first painting, hey."

With that said, Ji Dong was about to take the scroll on the table and destroy it.

But in the blink of an eye, a pair of small hands put away the painting first.

"Don't destroy it."

"Didn't you say it's not good-looking, it's better to ruin it."

"No way... This is the first picture my brother drew, and it's Yu'er. No matter how ugly it is, as long as it belongs to my brother, Yu'er doesn't want him to destroy it just like that."

As she said that, Jiang Yu'er was afraid that Lin Yi would repent, so she ran out of the courtyard with the painting in her hand.

"This girl."

Seeing this scene, Ji Dong spoke with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't forget, we have to collect the materials for brewing later."

"Know it."

Following those words, Jiang Yuer's figure completely disappeared in the small courtyard.

Brewing wine is convenient to experience the artistic conception, while painting is to exercise your own mind to replace the mind of heaven.

At this initial stage, both have their own advantages, and Ji Dong will naturally not give up easily.

...

"Mother, can you frame pictures?"

As soon as Fang came home, Jiang Yuer said excitedly while holding the picture scroll in her arms.

"Whose painting?"

Jiang asked quite curiously.

She knew that a month ago, a great Confucian went to Lin's wine shop to paint, could it be that this painting...

"My brother helped me draw it, and painted my picture...Mother, do you know how to frame it?"

Jiang Yuer said with a showy face.

"Of course it will."

Hearing this, Jiang smiled slightly and said.

"Seeing that you are so happy, there is another happy event to tell you. Your daddy wrote again. This time is different from the past..."

... (end of this chapter)