"Alright, alright. Eat your food. Oh, right. Why've you been running in the morning lately? "Zhuo Siqing changed the topic.
"I'm not feeling well, so I want to train," Lu Sheng answered honestly.
Even if he did not have any supernatural powers, he still had Blood Qi.
He found a special cultivation method for cultivating his hands and eyes based on this body's condition. Its name was slightly unique. It was called the Silver Devil Path.
It was a training method created by a master painter in the Great Yin.
It was said that when one cultivated it to the highest level, they could create countless afterimages with their hands. They could draw up to 100 paintings in an instant. However, that person's paintings were naturally not simple paintings.
Lu Sheng modified this cultivation method slightly. After making it more suitable for his body, he started cultivating it.
In this place, it became a method to train his wrist's agility. Many parts of the cultivation method required a large amount of Spiritual Essence to be used. Hence, it was not suitable.
To make up for this, Lu Sheng dissolved another spirit-prompting thread and fused it into his body to slowly nourish himself.
Although the spirit-prompting thread did not conform to the world's rules, as long as it did not leave his body, it would not affect him too much.
"Training is good, but don't ruin yourself," Zhuo Siqing reminded him. "I'll be attending a painting forum soon. I'll prepare some food beforehand. You can eat alone at home."
"Alright." Lu Sheng nodded.
He had some idea of the East Park Autumn Dew Fertilizing Method. It provided him with 15 special Divine Veins with different patterns.
The way to train his spirit was to observe these patterns every day. His gaze would follow the lines of the patterns.
Lu Sheng trained several times. He felt a vague cooling sensation in his spirit. He even felt a little tighter. It was as if a huge force was pressing down on his spirit.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
Lu Sheng was slowly getting used to these days. With his already powerful Spirit Power, he controlled his hands and trained continuously. He had successfully leveled up his Basic Painting Technique to the advanced stage.
Some basic sketches of people, mountains, and rivers were barely passable.
He was only one step away from becoming an official painter.
Another benefit was that his physical body was getting bigger and bigger, and his body was getting thicker and thicker.
Strong muscles gradually appeared on his arms and legs. With the fusion of the spirit-prompting threads, his height of 1.6 meters grew by a few centimeters. Now, he was more than 1.7 meters tall.
As for the East Park Autumn Dew Fertilizing Method, this manual was divided into nine levels. With the help of his soul, which was at the pinnacle of the Army Raising realm, he quickly broke through the first level and entered the second level. Now, he began to study another diagram.
Life passed by little by little.
Soon enough, it was time for Zhuo Siqing to participate in a new round of the National Painter Competition.
His wish was to fulfill Zhuo Siqing's wish. Hence, since Lu Sheng had nothing better to do, he decided to tag along.
In the first round of the National Competition, the artists would first be selected in the district. Only the top three in the district would have the right to go to the central city.
The competitions here were arranged according to the town, district, central city, national, international, level by level.
There were also several types of competitions, and one of the most authoritative was the Eyes of the World Competition.
Lu Sheng had nothing to do anyway. There was no limit to where he could observe the Divine Vein every day, so he followed Zhuo Siqing to the registration area in the district.
"Zhuo Siqing, you're here again? Do you think you can do it this year? "the old man in charge of registration asked with a chuckle.
"Duh, of course I believe you!" Zhuo Siqing waved his hand and said brusquely.
"That's a good attitude you have there."
With a smack, a stamp was stamped on the paper. The old man passed the completed registration form to Zhuo Siqing. Then, he looked at Zhuo Zhenyu who was behind him.
"How sturdy." He could not help but praise.
"Sturdy indeed eats a lot," Zhuo Siqing said helplessly.
"Isn't that good?" The old man chuckled and said, "Alright, go in. Bring your drawing to the usual place. Someone will be there to evaluate it. There'll also be a special public voting round. Each side will get a total of 50 points, and the top three will qualify. Is that alright? "
"No!" Zhuo Siqing nodded.
"Can I go in?" Lu Sheng interjected.
"You can, but you don't have the right to vote," the old man said with a smile.
"It's fine, it's fine." Lu Sheng waved his hand. His fan-sized palm made the old man's eyelids twitch. "I'll just take a look and see how others vote."
It would be fine if Zhuo Siqing could qualify. If he could not, the old man felt that he had the obligation to help him.
As for how he could help, there was the public voting round. Although he did not know how to draw, it should not be a problem for him to get more than 40 points if he helped.
He had already thought about it. He would purposely go and look around the area for the works that were better than Zhuo Siqing's.
The father and son quickly entered the exhibition hall's entrance one after another.
"He wasn't this sturdy before this. Children really change as they grow older …" the old man mumbled softly behind them.
Lu Sheng followed them into the exhibition hall. The floor was red and the walls were white. There were all sorts of paintings hanging on the walls.
A plump bespectacled man who looked like a merchant was standing at the corridor by the entrance. He was verifying the identities of the people who entered.
Zhuo Siqing brought Lu Sheng forward. He carefully handed over his Painters Association membership card and his personal identification card.
"Zhuo Siqing? You're here again? "The plump merchant looked at the father and son. He felt slightly helpless.
"I've told you many times. You're not good enough. It doesn't matter how many times you participate."
"The most important thing is to participate. The most important thing is to participate." This time, Zhuo Siqing did not dare to boast anymore. However, there was a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. He handed over his identification card.
"Alright, alright. Let's go in," the plump merchant said as he glanced at Lu Sheng who was behind him.
He could not help but hold his breath when he felt a powerful pressure on him.
The father and son finally entered the exhibition hall.
Zhuo Siqing sighed in relief. He turned around and spoke to Lu Sheng with a straight face.
"Actually, I was just hiding my strength just now. That plump merchant doesn't know much about me because his son is also one of the participants. That's why I was able to lower my guard."
"…" Lu Sheng was speechless. Did he really think that he was an idiot? How could he not see through something so obvious?
"Don't worry. Your father is very powerful. I have two companions from the same group. Although they're not as powerful as me, they're still very powerful. According to the standard, three people will share a theme, and they'll paint. I'll introduce you to them. "
Zhuo Siqing did not notice his son's speechless expression at all. He dragged him deeper into the exhibition hall.
The innermost exhibition hall was divided into many compartments. Paintings of different combinations were hung in different compartments.
Soon, Zhuo Siqing brought Lu Sheng to a compartment on the left.
"Rui Xiong, Ai Lin! Come and see my son! "
Zhuo Siqing yelled as he dragged Lu Sheng into the room. The two people who were dozing off were so shocked that they almost fell backward.
"Uncle Zhuo! You're too loud! "The girl slammed the table angrily. She stood up and yelled.
The boy beside her clutched his chest with a sour expression.
"I … I …"
"What's wrong, Little Xiong? Don't scare me! "The girl quickly rushed over to support him.
"Mi … Mi … Mi …" The boy tried his best to speak, but it was clear that his breathing was rapid. He could barely speak.
"Bam!"
Lu Sheng walked over and slapped the boy's back.
"Pfft!"
The boy spat out a mouthful of bread. His expression quickly relaxed.
"The bread is stuck! Thank you, thank you. "He quickly thanked Lu Sheng.
Zhuo Siqing knew that he had scared the two of them. However, he was laughing smugly. He did not mind it at all. He even thought it was funny.
Ai Lin sighed in relief when she saw that the boy was fine.
"I'm Rui Xiong. She's Ai Lin. We're both members of the Painting Association. We're here to participate in the official painting competition." The boy stood up and extended his hand to Lu Sheng. "You're the Xiao Yu that Uncle Zhuo mentioned before, right?"
"Mm-hmm." Lu Sheng nodded. He extended his hand and shook the boy's hand lightly. "My father has caused trouble for you."
"It's fine. I'm the same age as Ai Lin. We're both 18. You can call me Brother Xiong from now on. Not 'bear' as in 'black bear', but 'xiong' as in 'majestic'!" the boy Rui Xiong said to Lu Sheng seriously.
"Alright."
"I'm Ai Lin. You can call me Sister Lin." The girl at the side came over and introduced herself enthusiastically.
"All of you are participating in the competition?" Lu Sheng asked, puzzled.
"Yes. Actually, I didn't want to participate so early, but Uncle Zhuo insisted that he bring me along, so he dragged me here," Rui Xiong said helplessly.
"The most important thing is to participate! The most important thing is to participate! It's good for you youngsters to participate in competitions like this. "Zhuo Siqing laughed heartily.
"Yes, yes, yes … Since Uncle Zhuo is here, let's meet up. Let's take out the paintings that we agreed on last time, "Rui Xiong suggested.
"Me first! Me first!" Ai Lin volunteered. She lifted a huge painting frame that was half the height of a person. It was covered with a white cloth.
"Watch me! The theme this time is harvest. I've painted a painting with the autumn harvest as the theme. "
"Swoosh."
She lifted the canvas abruptly.
"Hiss …" Specks of golden light scattered from the painting frame.
Lu Sheng's pupils contracted. He could faintly hear the sound of countless waves of wheat.
A faint fragrance of wheat wafted in the air. It was as if he was surrounded by countless waves of golden wheat.
The sun was gentle and warm. It shone on his body, and he felt lazy.
"What … what painting is this?" Lu Sheng quickly snapped out of his daze. He looked at the painting frame again. There was only a large wave of wheat on it. There was nothing else.
However, the strange feeling he felt just now was as if he had really entered a large wheat field. He could feel the brilliant and wondrous scenery.
His five senses seemed to have been deceived. He had instantly entered that environment.
"Impressive! Ai Lin, your painting skills have improved again. "Rui Xiong gave her a thumbs up and praised.
He did not look strong, and his physique was average. However, he regained his senses after Lu Sheng.
"Look at yours! Quick, quick, quick! "Ai Lin quickly urged Rui Xiong.
Feeling helpless, Rui Xiong quickly carried his painting over as well.
"Whoosh!"
The canvas was lifted.
A fragrant fruit fragrance quickly spread in the air.
Lu Sheng felt as if he had shrunk countless times in an instant. He stood between the countless fruits as he explored.
His nostrils were filled with the rich fruit fragrance. He could also taste the sweet juice in his mouth.
He snapped out of his daze and looked again. However, he discovered that there was only a fruit basket in the painting frame.
"It's my turn!" Zhuo Siqing quickly carried his painting over. The difference was that he had an additional painting frame. "I'll show you my son's painting as well!"
Before Lu Sheng could react, he saw Zhuo Siqing lifting the canvas and revealing the two paintings underneath.
Lu Sheng's was an average sketch. It was fine.
However, his was a painting of three people. They were holding hands as they looked up at the starry sky.
The sea breeze blew. The blurry silhouettes seemed to be him, Rui Xiong, and Ai Lin in the painting.
Just looking at the painting was enough to make one feel a deep sense of friendship. The three of them looked intoxicated. It was as if they had melted into the brilliant starry sky.
However, the most eye-catching thing was …
The three of them were naked. They were not wearing any clothes, especially Ai Lin. She had drawn the three points very clearly …
The entire compartment fell silent.
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