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Volume One Awakening Chapter 42 The Aura in Ancient Paintings

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    Chapter 42 The Spiritual Energy in Ancient Paintings Wang Tianshi was unwilling to calm down and continued to practice. From morning to four o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Tianshi finally gave up. It wasn't that he still didn't feel the spiritual energy entering his body after such a long time, but  , the spiritual power he spent eight hours cultivating was not even as much consumed by the sunlight as he was on the balcony in the morning.  "It seems that the cultivation method is not wrong, but that there is not much spiritual energy here at all!" Wang Tianshi finally found the reason.  Reiki is a spiritual gas that is derived from the spiritual beings of heaven and earth. It cannot survive in a city where filth flows everywhere.  These are not things that a spiritual urn can teach him, he can only let him explore on his own.  Since cultivating spiritual power had no results, Wang Tianshi tried to induce the spiritual power in the sea of ????qi to enter his heart.  This was not because he was bored, but because he had experimented to be prepared. You must know that although the spiritual urn had transformed his body drastically, the spiritual power itself did not have the ability to quickly repair wounds.  Therefore, at the critical moment, we have to rely on the blood essence energy transformed by spiritual power.  However, no matter how Wang Tianshi mobilized, the spiritual power in the sea of ????qi, let alone entering the meridian connecting the blood and heart, even the sea of ????qi refused to come out. It just circulated and condensed in the operation of the mind, and it turned dark before he could see it.  , Wang Tianshi cursed angrily: "In my day, the two brothers separated their families so thoroughly that they have no contact with each other for life and death!" Wang Tianshi didn't force it, and if it doesn't work, it won't work.  Although he cursed angrily, he was not too disappointed in his heart. Although the spiritual power he cultivated was divided, it was fair, with Qi Hai and Blood Heart half on one side. What he will do in the future is to find a place with abundant spiritual energy.  Practice!  When night fell again, Wang Tianshi called A Ming before going out. After learning that he was fine, Wang Guangyuan cried with joy on the phone. Wang Tianshi was also relieved, comforted his father for a while, and promised to visit him later.  After him, Wang Tianshi hung up the phone.  Wang Tianshi left home again. In addition to his casual attire of T-shirt and shorts, he also carried a backpack, which contained a sweatshirt, sunglasses and a mask that could cover his whole body. After all, the world in the future cannot always be like this.  in the dark.  Wang Tianshi was in no hurry to rush to see his father. Although night had fallen, it was not dark enough.  For several days in a row, he has brought too much panic to the city that gave birth to and raised him. He did not want to be caught by more people because of his flying, leaving a new shadow on the city.  .  He walked aimlessly on the street, with people coming and going and neon lights flashing on the street. All this made the newly born Wang Tianshi watch with great interest and appreciate it carefully.  The latest news was being broadcast on the screen of the building not far away: "Yesterday, after many days of undercover investigation, our city's police raided a stronghold of Japanese spies in Maple Grove Villa. There were thirty Japanese spies, armed with heavy and heavy weapons.  The desperate resistance with weapons was completely eliminated. The police found a large amount of commercial and military intelligence information involving our city and its surrounding cities at the scene. This information has been handed over to the country as evidence of crime and a serious warning was issued to Japan. The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs spoke  People categorically denied this incident today and slandered our city for harming Japanese expatriates!" Wang Tianshi burst out laughing. He has seen this kind of verbal spat between China and Japan for more than ten years. It is really not new, but until  Only today did he know that behind every quarrel between China and Japan, was there a thrilling fight like last night?  NinjaWang Tianshi clenched his fists when he thought of this name. He had suffered enough ninja knives and he would get them back.  Unconsciously, Wang Tianshi came to Linhe Street and saw him. The neighbors and merchants on Linhe Street greeted him enthusiastically: "Shitou, why haven't you seen your dad in the past two days" "Shitou, have you had dinner? Your aunt  Would you like a bowl of the freshly made cold noodles? " Shitou is the nickname given to Wang Tianshi, who grew up on this street with Wang Guangyuan, by a neighborhood merchant on Linhe Street. In the past, he was taboo about the name Shitou.  It was somewhat contradictory, but now, it feels extremely cordial.  Wang Tianshi responded with a smile one by one, and went all the way to his Jingsi Zhai. Before opening the door and going in, he glanced at the Juxian Pavilion next door. As expected, a strange boss had changed in the store. Wang Tianshi did not go in to ask Wei  He could have guessed the news about Wei Xian without asking. Wei Xian secretly moved the store and ran away with his family.  He opened the shop door and turned on the lights. He didn't know why he opened the shop, or even why he came here. Perhaps, this was the most familiar place in his life, or perhaps, he was nostalgic for the peaceful and comfortable life before.  .  Because from the moment he became a vampire, his life would never be peaceful again.  He burned the antiques that were neatly arranged in rows. The items for sale here were not very valuable antiques, but every time? Almost every store has one or two "store treasures" that are used to attract customers. The value ranges from hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands, but few stores dare to openly display antiques worth more than one million for sale.  When he cast his eyes on Jing Sizhai's "Store Treasure" hanging behind the counter, he was shocked This is a pen and ink landscape painting by Duan Kun, a folk painter during the Qianlong period, with a market price of between 200,000 and 400,000.  between.  Although Duan Kun's painting skills were not inferior to any painter during the Qianlong period, because he lacked the title of a court painter, his reputation was not famous enough, so that his paintings were not very valuable in later generations.  What caught Wang Tianshi¡¯s attention was the faint blue light emitting from the painting After his experience last night, he was too familiar with this blue light, or he was too eager for it.  That blue light is the effect produced by the gathering of rich spiritual energy. An ancient painting actually contains spiritual energy. What is this concept?  Wang Tianshi couldn't understand. He didn't even know that he, who used to look at paintings or paint, could see the aura from the paintings today.  Is it because I have practiced Kong Ming **?  Wang Tianshi looked at it again in confusion. There were no other ancient paintings in the store.  Only this Duan Kun's landscape painting is condensed with spiritual energy Despite this, Wang Tianshi's heart could not stop beating wildly. Just now, he was worried that practicing spiritual energy would be a drop in the bucket, but he actually saw spiritual energy from a painting.  Other cultivators may not know what to do after seeing this painting that contains spiritual energy.  You must know that what he cultivates is Kong Ming **, which is the star-absorbing ** of the new era.  He quickly turned around and closed the store door, walked under the counter, slowly stretched out his left hand to the painting, and moved his Kong Ming Qi slightly, and saw the aura condensed on the painting instantly turned into a green light from the acupuncture point in his palm.  , was inhaled into the body.  The next moment, the ancient paintings worth 200,000 to 300,000 yuan had turned into ashes falling down.  In an instant, Wang Tianshi had refined this group of spiritual energy into spiritual power, and half of it was still part of the blood heart and half of it was part of the sea of ??qi. Originally, this group of spiritual energy was pitiful, but it was divided by the two, and it was almost undetectable.  But Wang Tianshi was satisfied. He had to know that the amount of spiritual energy he had just absorbed was several times greater than what he had gained from a hard day's practice during the day.  But when he saw the ancient paintings turning into fly ash and slowly falling, he felt heartbroken again. That was an antique worth two to three hundred thousand yuan. Such a small amount of spiritual power was not enough to sustain the sun for half an hour. It was too wasteful.  ¡­ That¡¯s what he said, but Wang Tianshi couldn¡¯t hold back his excitement. Ancient paintings actually contain spiritual energy. What about other antiques? Can he make some preparations in advance and collect some antiques that contain spiritual energy for preparation?  An unexpected need?  As for the astronomical number required to collect these antiques, Wang Tianshi has not worried about money for the time being. Just because he does not suck the blood of bad people does not mean that he will not rob or defraud bad people of their money.  He quickly closed the door of the shop and looked at the shops along Linhe Street one by one. In an antique shop at the end of the street, he saw another ancient painting that exuded a spiritual blue light.  This is a picture of clouds and mist on mountain peaks. The picture is as lifelike as a fairyland. Judging from the paper quality and signature, it should be a work from the late Ming Dynasty. However, the author Liu Xi confused Wang Tianshi. It was the first time he saw this man named Liu.  Author of Creek.  The spiritual energy contained in it was obviously more than that of the ancient painting that Wang Tianshi had just absorbed in his store.
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