Mrs. Jing didn't think Han Sen's artistic conception was very powerful. She was surprised mainly because she was a little confused.
It's like receiving a gift by express delivery. I don't know who sent it or what is inside. But after opening the express delivery, there is still a box inside. I opened it layer by layer, but nothing happened. No matter how hard you try to dismantle the layers, you can’t finish them.
Regardless of whether the gift inside is good or bad, just this way of giving gifts makes people feel uncomfortable.
Mrs. Jing is a very patient person and does not have too much impatience. She just peels off Han Sen's artistic conception layer by layer. However, after a while, she still hasn't seen the core of it.
Even God has no patience to face the never-ending exploration. After Mrs. Mirror peeled off the layers, she still couldn't see what was inside, and she finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"I want to see, what is your artistic conception?" Mrs. Jing thought, and the deified-level artistic conception instantly descended on Han Sen's artistic conception, forcibly breaking it.
The spring rain destroyed the flowers, and the flower-bone-like artistic conception was forcibly broken open, turning into petals falling all over the sky, but among the layers of petals, there was nothing, and it was actually empty.
"It turns out that he is just a superficial person, a person with no substance." Mrs. Jing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart.
Artistic conception is the embodiment of a person's will and temperament. Han Sen's artistic conception is only external, but very empty internally. It cannot be regarded as the artistic conception of a strong person.
Madam Jing was about to withdraw her thoughts and no longer study Han Sen's artistic conception, but suddenly she was slightly startled.
Han Sen's artistic conception has been forcibly broken by her. Logically speaking, the artistic conception should have been broken and should not continue to leave traces in her consciousness.
However, Mrs. Jing was still able to see Han Sen's artistic conception with her mind, which was obviously not normal.
With her thoughts moving slightly and her eyes lowered, Mrs. Jing looked at the petals that had fallen to the ground. Each petal was crystal clear. Although it fell to the ground, it was not damaged at all.
The thought invaded a petal, which immediately caused Mrs. Jing's expression to change slightly. She just wanted to peel off the petals to see what was inside, but did not notice the petals themselves.
At this time, my thoughts entered the petals, and I suddenly felt that the artistic conception like the sea was rushing towards my face. The man's mind was as broad as the sea and the sky, and the profound artistic conception made Mrs. Jing a little surprised.
Mrs. Jing picked up another petal, and the immovable mountain-like artistic conception in it suddenly suppressed it, as if it was an eternal pillar holding up the sky.
If a woman is a book, then a man is an epic.
The connotation of a man is not the broken body lying on the hospital bed when he gets old, but the ambition to throw his life and blood on the battlefield when he was young.
Secular people often only see the final success or failure, but they fail to see the difficulties and obstacles along the way, as well as the bravery and persistence of men in the face of difficulties and desperate situations.
Everyone has failed, but a real man can still stand up and keep going after failure. No matter what environment he is in, no matter how his body changes, the only thing that remains unchanged is the heart that longs for victory and the desire for victory. The determination to pay everything to win.
Han Sen's artistic conception does not have a core. That's because a real man has no end. His ambition will continue to expand over time, and he will continue to advance until the end of his life.
Han Sen's pursuit is not to climb the highest mountain, but to go higher and further. There is no limit to ambition, and infinity is eternity.
Mrs. Jing didn't see the core of Han Sen's artistic conception, but every petal was the artistic conception that Han Sen had experienced at a certain time in the past, including anger, joy, sadness, perseverance, and the sea. Like mountains, like sky, like earth.
Maybe it was just a single artistic conception, Han Sen was not as good as Mrs. Mirror, but looking at the petals made Mrs. Mirror more and more moved.
Suddenly, Mrs. Jing suddenly raised her head. She found that she had unknowingly fallen into Han Sen's artistic conception, and was affected by Han Sen's artistic conception.
"I can't keep things that mess up my mind." Mrs. Jing's face turned cold, Chun Yu's artistic conception fell, and she wanted to completely destroy Han Sen's artistic conception transmitted by the mirror body, so as to prevent her own artistic conception from being influenced by it.
Thousands of petals were destroyed under her artistic conception, but Mrs. Mirror soon discovered that after those petals were destroyed, they took root and sprouted like seeds, and flowers bloomed again.
No matter how violent Mrs. Mirror's artistic conception is, how she destroys Han Sen's artistic conception again and again, in the end there will still be flowers that stubbornly grow out, and they cannot be completely destroyed no matter what.
"How could this happen..." Madam Jing was horrified and could no longer remain calm. She couldn't completely destroy Han Sen's artistic conception. This was simply impossible.
She is a powerful deified person with a powerful artistic conception that is rarely matched by the Huangji clan. She can't believe that she can't do anything to Han Sen, a guy who has just been promoted to the king level.
"Is his artistic conception so strong?" Mrs. Jing looked at the half-opened artistic conception flower in her consciousness with a strange expression, and her heart was filled with waves.
Ding!
Mrs. Mirror took a step back, separated the two Mirror Eye rings, and looked at Han Sen.
Mrs. Jing soon discovered that her artistic conception faded quickly in Han Sen's body, and disappeared completely after a while. Even Mrs. Jing couldn't feel it anymore. Apparently, the artistic conception conveyed to Han Sen by the Eye of the Mirror Spirit had already Digested or dispelled by Han Sen.
"Thank you, madam." Han Sen opened his eyes and bowed slightly to Madam Jing.
Mrs. Jing's artistic conception of spring rain made Han Sen realize a lot, and this thank you was sincere.
Mrs. Jing looked at Han Sen with a complicated look in her eyes. She turned and left without saying anything.
After returning, Mrs. Jing used many methods to erase Han Sen's artistic conception, but she couldn't completely remove it, which made Mrs. Jing feel a little irritable.
"Am I not even as good as a little king?" Mrs. Jing bit her lips and used her thoughts to destroy Han Sen's flower of artistic conception again without believing in evil. However, the result was still useless. The flower of artistic conception seemed to be rooted in Her consciousness is like a sea, no matter how it is destroyed, as long as the roots are still there, it can grow again.
The flower of mind is planted in the sea of consciousness, half-open and half-hidden. Wild fire, in spring.
On the fifth day after the stone quarry resumed work, another strange thing happened. The workers dug out a stone from the quarry. The stone was the size of a millstone and had many words engraved on it.
The two marquis who dug out the stone were promoted to dukes in a matter of seconds after reading the words on it.
Mrs. Jing went to the stone field in person and brought the stone back to the base. She also asked Hongyun who was in the base to study it together. However, the day after they studied it, the deified-level Hongyun suddenly changed from the deified-level to the deified-level one overnight. Fell back to the king level.
