After verifying the function of the random event generator, Cao Zhe returned to his usual 'ordinary' routine.
Fishing for dragons in the East China Sea, hunting ancient beasts in the Northern Wilderness, taking a leisurely bath in Wushishan City, or listening to a play in the Painted Skin Garden.
Life is boring, lonely and boring.
The effect of the Juyuan Formation outside the boundary is continuous and stable.
The concentration of vitality in the world is rising rapidly.
Under the influence of abundant vitality, the strictness of the world's rules began to increase, which was reflected on the surface in the strengthening of gravity, the increase in material density, the spiritual enhancement of animals and plants, etc.
Similarly, as the spirit of all things, the overall foundation of the human race has also been fully improved.
In some places where the concentration of vitality is high, people no longer even need to take 'food supplements' to exercise their bodies.
This undoubtedly greatly broadened the success rate of warriors.
Basic extraordinary martial arts began to spread rapidly. From cities to villages, almost all young people began to practice martial arts.
As the overall body becomes stronger, the children born will also be born stronger, forming a virtuous cycle.
"The world is changing so fast!"
“Who could have imagined that such drastic changes would occur in just a few decades?”
"Now, if you pull out a random weed on the roadside, the energy and vitality it contains can be comparable to that of a century-old ginseng!" In the teahouse in Jinling City, two former pseudo-cultivators, now true cultivators, were Small talk.
They were the first wave of "crab-eaters". They obtained treasures to build foundations, successfully found inspiration, and entered the threshold of true cultivation.
Moreover, driven by the treasure in the body, the speed of collecting inspiration and vitality is extraordinary.
Although it is still early to condense immortal energy, it can already extend life, and the spells and supernatural powers that mana can promote are not comparable to those in the past.
"This all depends on Master!" A cultivator said, cupping his fists in the direction of Martial Arts Mountain.
"Tell me, Master, what state is he in now?" asked an immortal cultivator.
"Who knows? It's very high anyway, maybe higher than the sky!" his companion immediately replied.
Rumor has it that the Master can hear all the voices in the world in an instant.
So if you have something to do, please flatter me as much as possible. It doesn’t cost any money anyway... What if it works, but it’s a great fate?
Immortal cultivator! Is there any problem with believing in a little bit of metaphysics?
No problem at all!
The topic about the Master did not last long.
Because often after the middle stage, it becomes a big wave of meaningless praise.
When it comes to praising the Master, all practitioners are going crazy.
All kinds of shameless and disgusting words were piled on top of each other, which made Cao Zhe feel embarrassed for a long time and automatically filtered out these complimentary words.
By the end of the bragging, everyone had exhausted their vocabulary and gradually began to change the topic, returning to some of the strange things they had seen and heard recently.
This is more than just small talk.
The world is rapidly improving and booming.
Every moment, there will be different adventures appearing in every corner of the world.
These 'adventures', for beings like Cao Zhe, are of course equal to nothing.
But for most ordinary practitioners, it is extremely precious and worth spending a huge price to find.
A group of immortal cultivators exchanging messages with each other is the core theme of this gathering.
One of the immortal cultivators suddenly mentioned a strange thing that he had heard recently, and gradually attracted the attention of all his fellow travelers.
"Did you hear that?"
"The Feitian mural at Lanruo Temple in the capital was blocked by a painter with the same painting!"
"What's going on? Tell me carefully!" Everyone around him suddenly became interested.
Of course, more people are keen to watch the excitement and take pleasure in others' misfortune.
Among the Feitian murals of Lanruo Temple, there is also a "cave sky", which hides fairy-like beauties.
The monks in the temple often attract wise believers, even tourists and scholars passing by, to view the murals and guide them to enlightenment, escape from the physical appearance, and enter the Brahma Gate.
To put it more clearly, it is 'fishing for law enforcement'.
Through the intense ups and downs of colors and emotions, many people are forced to "see through" it, leaving their homes and careers behind and practicing in its doors.
This method actually seems a bit 'dirty'.
Immortal cultivators know the strangeness of this and most of them despise it.
It's just that there are many monks in the Buddhist Painting Temple, and their cultivation is not weak, so they don't dare to provoke them.
Now I heard that there was a painter who blocked the murals used by the Buddhist Painting Temple to 'transfer people'. How can we not make everyone curious?
"This matter can be traced back decades ago, but it is said that there was a painter named Wu who somehow gained the favor of the Master in his early years. Thanks to the Master's love, he was given a magic pen."
"Outlining with a magic pen, as long as the painting has a charm, then whatever it is painted can be achieved."
"After the death of the painter surnamed Wu, he passed the magic brush to his close disciple painter Zhao Shou'an. Although Zhao Shou'an did not study in civil and martial arts, his painting skills were considered to be superior to those of others. He was especially good at painting Zhong Kui. Every time he painted, he attracted a lot of attention. This masterpiece, as if there really is Zhong Kui on the paper, ready to jump out at any moment to slay demons."
"A few days ago, Zhao Shou'an and his friend Zhu Changsheng visited Lanruo Temple. His friend was attracted by the murals and unconsciously flew into it. He was bewitched by the girl in the painting and did not want to come out anymore. He only wanted to indulge in it. .”
"Zhao Shou'an went to the monk in the temple to question him. The monk only talked about fate and did not come to rescue him. Instead, he asked Zhao Shou'an to go see more murals and gain something."
The immortal cultivator who was in charge of telling the story took a sip of tea, and then hurriedly continued with the expectant eyes of everyone: "Zhao Shou'an is very human. His master, Wu Hua Gong, has been painting all his life, but he dare not use that magic brush to draw ghosts and gods. , evil spirits, just use magic brushes to draw some mundane objects in exchange for some wine money."
"Zhao Shou'an was different. When he was angry, he used the white wall as paper and the morning dew as ink to draw a statue of Zhong Kui on the side of the mural."
"When Zhong Kui lit his eyes, the sky and the earth changed color, and the beauties on the wall panicked and fled in all directions."
"Buddhist music was loud in Lanruo Temple, and on the murals, there was a scene of Zhong Kui fighting the Buddhist protector Vajra."
"It was clearly a battle in the painting, but the sound of Buddha and divine light penetrated the wall and sprayed around, turning the original Lanruo Temple into ruins."
"Many monks died in this sudden outbreak."
"As for Zhao Shou'an and his magic pen, they also disappeared in Lanruo Temple. After hearing about it, many people wanted to look for it."
"If Zhao Shou'an really dies, then the magic pen he left behind will become ownerless."
A cultivator who heard this couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "To summon gods with paintings, only the magic pen passed down by the Master can have such power."
When everyone heard this, they were all envious.
However, they all thought about it. The treasure that is one with the soul was also made by Master, and it may not be worse than the so-called magic pen.
Although I think so, it is inevitable that I still have distracting thoughts.
Since it was originally a magic pen given by the Master, and in the world of the Master... no matter how envious they were, no one dared to take the magic pen away from the hands of the two masters Wu and Zhao successively. .
But now if Wu and Zhao die one after another, there is no clear statement as to who will pass the magic pen to.
Of course, it can also be obtained by "the virtuous".
