The inauguration ceremony of the Palm Court Master is not difficult, you just need to come up with a work of art that satisfies the "gods".
But the hardware prerequisites for the second-level gardener branch profession and the large number of professional requirements that need to be listed are really exaggerated.
Lu Ping'an asked, this requires reaching a very high level in "gardener" and "scholar", requires spatial ability, and a certain level of art. If you really start from scratch, ordinary talent can be regarded as three years after starting from ten years. The hardware requirements for higher-level professions.
The normal second level actually only requires the accumulation and foundation of a single profession. What the palm master actually needs is the accumulation of "three professions".
But high requirements mean that this professional ability is a composite product of "multiple paths" and "multiple professions", which means that its own professional skills and professional abilities have high demands and high ceilings.
"A strong foundation will go a long way. This profession demands so much... I hope you won't disappoint me."
Along the way, Lu Ping'an prepared a lot, and finally gathered all the accessories at this time.
Finally, it is time to complete the advancement ceremony.
The things had been prepared before, but now they were just laid out.
The first thing to hang up was a small painting. It was the "god statue" that Senior Brother Guan got for himself and was also a witness to the ceremony.
It was a rather simple ink painting, with free and unrestrained brushwork and freehand brushwork like splashing ink, outlining the mountains.
The beautiful water, the majestic mountains, the boundless green, and the ethereal fairy spirit among the clouds and mist, the minimalist brushwork is impressive.
But when Lu Ping'an got the painting, he looked at it for a long time and only asked one question.
"Is this the statue of an immortal in the pavilion? But the question is, is it an immortal?"
"In the pavilion."
Oh, in the pavilion? So you can't see the immortal clearly?
"Oh, what about the pavilion?"
"On the bridge, by the lake."
"...Where's the bridge? Where's the lake?"
"The bridge is at the foot of the mountain, and the lake is at the source of the water."
"At the bottom of the mountain? I only saw the top of the mountain...Forget it, if I didn't ask, is this a freehand painting? It's so conscious..."
When he got the portrait, Lu Pingan really thought it was Senior Brother Guan joking.
But later it was discovered that this was also the practice of this "immortal in the pavilion". His portraits and statues could not find their true form.
Is this a taboo or a quirk?
"Don't think about it, don't understand it. God of the art department, the more you try to find a logic for it, the faster you go crazy. Just understand it." Senior brother said this naggingly, but fortunately, the ceremony itself Quite simple.
Lu Pingan took a deep breath and took out an oil painting, which was his most satisfying work these days.
It was a graffiti-like landscape, and the whole world was only in four colors: black, white, red and gold.
Black is a living person or a dead ghost.
White means blank space.
Red is tears and blood, and the boundless sea.
Gold is the only brightness in the composition, and it is the salvation from top to bottom.
"Salvation" is the name of this story, but Lu Ping'an prefers the less noble name - "living" in his heart.
The black ghost dreams under hell are fighting for the golden thread of salvation, trying to escape from the bloody hell.
The golden threads were covered with all kinds of black, and the unlucky ones were constantly being kicked off.
They are competing for the possibility of "salvation", just like the evil people in Buddhist stories who are redeemed by spider silk.
But at the end of the line, those "survivors" who had worked so hard to come up were crying helplessly, and a lot of red oozed from their eyes.
The redeemed heaven seems to be all white...but in fact it is only the "white" that has turned into life, and the black that has turned into "blank space". It is still a purgatory where people cannibalize people.
A large number of whites are fighting for the golden shackles, trying to escape back to hell.
Black and white, fighting each other over golden salvation, trying to fight their way to hell in each other's eyes.
Salvation, two-way reincarnation, endless hell.
Living is everything. There is no heaven or salvation in this world.
What is the difference between hell, heaven and earth?
There is no doubt that the malice and irony in this painting overflowed. Lu Ping'an didn't even know when he painted it.
But now that I'm out and I'm quite satisfied, I'll use it to hand in my homework.
Lu Ping'an placed the painting in front of the portrait and lit seven candles arranged according to the seven stars as required by the ceremony.
"Everything in the heaven and earth, spirits, gods, ghosts, and immortals can't help but be encountered. There is an immortal in Baihai, whose name is hidden in his own name. He uses Tai Chi, is responsible for Xuanhua, sticks to mountains and seas, and falls into the Spring and Autumn Period..."
After worshiping the god, Lu Pingan recited the god's prayer in a low voice.
He read faster and faster, and silently and wonderfully, he fell into a trance.
He looked at the portrait on the wall and felt inexplicably confused. The world in the painting seemed to be getting closer and clearer.
The mountain passed, turning one hilltop after another, and saw the secret realm among the mountains.
It was a small world among the mountains, with a lake, water, and a small stone pavilion near the lake.
The field of vision was zoomed in again, from the back to the front, from the distance to the approach. Lu Pingping saw the front of the pavilion, the side near the lake.
There, there was an old man in a cloak, warming wine and fishing at the same time.
He suddenly raised his head, as if he noticed someone was looking at him, and raised his hand directly to the void...
The next moment, Lu Pingan's painting fell into his hands. He only glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction. He seemed to be smiling...
Lu Ping'an tried to observe more carefully and closely, but when he got close enough, he saw nothing.
It was nothingness, and where the head should be under the cloak was a black hole, an indescribable thing that absorbed light.
That stretched out hand is clearly...what is it? Lu Ping'an found that he couldn't express it!
And the weirdest thing is that the void where the eyes should be seems to be attracted to me...
"Ping An Lu!" The big cat screamed, causing Lu Ping An to wake up suddenly.
"It's like a dog crawling, but it's interesting, very interesting." He whispered like thunder, but he chased after him, making Lu Ping'an dizzy.
[Ding, congratulations to the host...]
Before Lu Ping'an had time to check, everything in front of him had been completely distorted. The sky was the sea, the sea was the earth, the mountains were the wind, the wind was the water, and the edges of the elements and rules were all distorted.
Severe dizziness hit him directly. He accidentally crossed the line and was corroded by powerful pollution, but the next moment, the pollution became orderly again.
Under the guidance of "gods", Lu Pingan began to move towards the second level of directional transformation.
In the infinite sludge, the young man sat cross-legged, and what flashed in his eyes was the strange cycle of being sometimes hazy and muddy, and sometimes rational and calm.
But in the cubicle that was obviously very close, it was as if nothing had happened.
And this time "sleep", or transformation, completely baptized his body. He was dissolving and reorganizing. The body of all spirits became his cornerstone. When everything faded, he had completely completed the qualitative change.
By this time, he had woken up. Although his body was still unable to move, he was secretly glad that he was still alive.
After two full hours of struggle, Lu Pingan always suspected that he had lost his mind... He knew that for the sake of safety during the advancement, it was best to keep his mind online throughout the process.
"Didn't you say that this kind of high-risk advancement will only appear after the third level?" There is a risk of death and turning into a monster when advancing, but it stands to reason that this is not the case at level 2.
But obviously, Lu Ping'an's "secret way" is somewhat different.
The process of his ceremony seemed normal, but Lu Ping'an always felt that something had gone wrong.
At this time, Lu Ping'an had time to check the series of system prompts.
Just the beginning made him laugh with satisfaction.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully advancing to Palm Garden Master (Level 2 Gardener). 】
[Comments on the entry work (Ting Zhongxian virtual personality): The technique is unqualified, the freehand brushwork is qualified, and the comprehensiveness is barely qualified. I look forward to your future works, but you'd better visit the psychiatric department next door regularly. Only a healthy body and mind can produce healthy works. ...Of course it’s okay if you don’t go. I’d rather look forward to your work giving up treatment. 】
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