My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Chen Mu suddenly understood a little.

The insights gained when brushing proficiency do not come out of thin air, they are all knowledge that already exists in the world.

The gray wall is like a huge database, and Chen Mu continuously obtains the information in it through the increase of proficiency.

There may be knowledge of the world from a previous life in it.

Otherwise, he would not be able to practice three-dimensional realistic painting skills.

It's amazing to think about.

...

At the entrance of the county government office, Chen Mu and Lu catcher walked in.

An old man with a blue nose and a swollen face approached.

Master Yan. Lu Chutou cupped his hands and said hello.

The old man's eyes were swollen, his chin was raised high, he hummed arrogantly, and walked out of the yamen with eight steps.

Painter Yan? He was beaten? Chen Mu was surprised, and then full of indignation: It's really getting worse and worse, to be so hard on such an old man! Too cruel!

Lu Zhaotou glanced at Chen Mu strangely.

He always felt that the scholar's expression was wrong.

There are six clerks in the county government office, and the offices are located in the rooms on both sides of the lobby.

Head Lu Zhao led Chen Mu to one of the rooms.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready.

There are also five or six painted portraits hanging on the wall.

The county government also found other painters.

There was also a pharmacy apprentice in the room who introduced him to the appearance of the thief. The other party is the only person who has seen the face of the thief.

As the other party explained, the image of the thief quickly formed in Chen Mu's mind.

He was about to start writing when suddenly he looked up at the portrait hanging on the wall.

One of them has both god and form, and it is already six or seven points similar to the image in his mind.

Chen Mu recognized the brushwork and was sure that it was painted by Master Yan.

As expected of an old painter, relying on many years of experience in painting portraits, he can draw six or seven portraits with just a few words from a pharmacist apprentice.

If he hadn't had a plug-in by his side, he wouldn't be able to compare to him.

But if I paint the image of the thief as it is, wouldn't I compare it to Master Yan?

This is an old painter for many years, and his status is respected. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be surpassed by your own post-school advancement?

No, no.

People have been beaten so badly, and it is inappropriate to attack other people's industry status!

Chen Mu splashed ink, and a bust like a photo appeared on the paper.

Three-dimensional, like a real person, except that it doesn't look like it, there is nothing wrong with it.

After comparing the portrait of painter Yan, Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction and left the county office leisurely.

...

Three days later, Chen Mu went to Zheng Tu to buy meat.

Passing by a restaurant.

I saw a wanted notice posted on the door.

The characters in the painting look ordinary, but their eyes are cold and scary. It was the real culprit in the Wang family annihilation case.

Chen Mu recognized that it was Master Yan's handwriting, and the portrait he painted was really unsuccessful.

Chen Mu nodded in relief.

The people who can kill the family massacre are definitely not ordinary.

Wanted by someone's portrait, maybe he will take revenge on the painter.

Alas, as an old senior, painter Yan really had to bear everything.

So, you must respect the elders.

Chen Mu was very proud of his practice of deliberately hiding his clumsiness in the yamen.

I wish the old painter a safe life.

...

clang!

boom!

With a crisp sound, the copper coins hanging in the air suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull explosion, like the explosion of firecrackers buried under the soil.

A small hole exploded in the adobe wall.

Chen Mu stepped forward and pulled out the copper coins that were deep in the mud wall.

Looking at the slightly deformed copper coins, Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

You can't use copper coins anymore, if you break it, you will lose money.

Ever since he was able to hit the tub ten meters away, he began to gradually reduce the target size.

Now it has been reduced to a copper coin.

Look up at the potholes on the walls.

Those potholes were all made by him with locust stones.

Bring up the grey wall.

Writing: 1043/10000/second order;

Drawing: 157/10000/second order;

Throwing: 9632/10000/first order;

As the throwing level gets closer to the second level, the locust stone gradually changes in quality.

Within ten meters, the strength is getting stronger and stronger.

Stones can fly off copper plates, and there is still enough power to blast a hole in the wall.

Although because the walls are adobe, it is relatively soft. But the power is also not to be underestimated.

If you hit someone this time, you'll have to tear your skin apart.

Finally got some self-defense.

It's just a little expensive.

Under his hard work day and night, he consumed a lot of calories.

Almost all of his own savings was eaten by him buying meat.

As a result, his money is about to run out, but he has also built up muscles.

From the outside, he is still a thin scholar.

Take off your clothes but you can see the obvious muscle lines on the body.

He felt like he could knock down the front with one punch.

You have to figure out a way to make money, or else you'll have to sit back and eat. Chen Mu frowned and thought.

Before, he wanted to save money to learn martial arts, but he didn't expect that he had already emptied his family by practicing only a locust stone.

It's a pity that Master Yan found himself two strong sidekicks.

Otherwise, I have to give him another gift.

...

Two days later, Chen Mu sat at the square table and carefully counted the copper coins in the pot.

He was considering whether to try his luck in the West Market.

The power behind Miaohuafang is huge, but it only monopolizes the calligraphy and painting business in Dongshi.

West City is not yet within the opponent's sphere of influence.

The second-order drawing ability that I finally got out of my liver should not be wasted.

As for whether he will be suppressed again, it is not that Chen Mu has not considered it.

But the poor are almost out of food, so they have to give it a try.

I heard that the Goulan tiles in the West City are more high-end, and the singers have unique skills, and they are even more beautiful.

Chen Mu returned to the house and took out the painting Xiao Qian again.

When I got money some time ago, Chen Mu even framed it.

With the signboard of this painting, I'm not afraid that those singers don't know the goods.

Chen Mu was full of confidence and went straight to the West City with Xiao Qian in his arms.

Still following the old routine, I found an elegant restaurant and rented a table and chair booth at the door.

After opening Xiaoqian's paintings, she began to wait for the business to come.

The three-dimensional realistic painting method is so peculiar that in a short while, the table is full of people.

This son, my master wants to ask for a portrait of the son. I don't know when...

There is time now. Chen Mu happily looked at the beautiful maid in front of him.

The owner of the beautiful maid must also be a beautiful young lady.

My second-order drawing ability is finally useful!

Chen Mu immediately packed up and followed the beautiful maid.

After a while, the two came to a deep house in a compound.

Why does it feel familiar?

Enduring doubts, Chen Mu followed the beautiful maid into the mansion.

Pass through the cloister pavilion and enter the quiet backyard garden.

An increasingly familiar sense of sight came.

Chen Mu suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

Turning around a rockery, I saw an old man with a gray beard and a spirited spirit looking at him with a smile.

Young Master Chen, my portrait is for the younger generation to look up to, remember to draw me a little more handsome. The old man grinned, revealing the only three big teeth left.

Chen Mu: ...

I can't get along with the portrait, huh? !