Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

Ruyi Peak, Bamboo Forest Residence.

This place was actually very lively ten minutes ago, but now it is extremely deserted.

For some reason, this place is suddenly deserted.

Li Mo sat in the room, looking at the various paintings in the room.

Mountains and rivers, spring and snow, portraits, birds and beasts, and so on.

They are all excellent works that can be used as God-viewing Pictures.

Of course, most of them are lower-level shapes, and there are few middle-level shapes.

"So Brother Ouyang, you are so good at drawing God-viewing Pictures, how come you have a side job?"

"Alas, Junior Brother, you don't know how poor people who do art are."

Ouyang opened up and complained bitterly.

A good God-viewing Picture is not achieved overnight.

It requires a flash of inspiration and a lot of rare materials.

After drawing it, you may not meet the right person.

For example, the painting of high mountains and flowing water contains the meaning of mountains and rivers. It cost three thousand taels, but no one has met the right person to appreciate it, so it can only be left here to gather dust.

After listening for a long time, Li Mo fell into deep thought.

How come in a different world, artists still don’t make money?

“So Brother Ouyang, you have to find a side job to support your painting?”

Li Mo asked.

“That’s not entirely true.”

Ouyang laughed.

Li Mo: “Brother, your saliva is about to drip.”

“Ahhh….”

Ouyang wiped the corner of his mouth and said seriously:

“Junior brother, are you preparing for the realm of observing the gods?”

Li Mo nodded:

“I really don’t know what kind of meaning I should observe.”

“You should come to me!”

Ouyang promised.

Li Mo was half-believing and half-doubting.

He always felt that Brother Ouyang was not so reliable.

To be on the safe side, let's take a look with the eyes of destiny first...

[Name: Ouyang]

[Age: 27]

[Root: A master of painting. ]

[Realm: Four orifices of observing the spirit. ]

[Destiny: Blue-grey]

[Evaluation: Born in poverty, his paintings were handed down after his death, and he became famous. His unique understanding of painting gradually gained the appreciation of everyone. ]

[Recent experience: In order to support his fellow brothers in the Danqing Academy, he often made money from his side job. ]

Li Mo: "..."

So the biggest reason why the paintings are not worth money is that the person is still alive, right?

But not every dead painter's works can be famous.

Senior Brother Ouyang does have something.

"I have a lot of pictures of observing the spirit, you can take a look at them at will."

"If you can make the pictures 'move' successfully, it means that you can carry the shape and meaning in the pictures, and then it is suitable for you."

Move?

Li Mo didn't quite understand what this meant.

Ouyang stood up and said mysteriously:

"This is my unique way of painting, you will know it later."

He took down a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain from the wall.

"This is the first picture of Guanshen I made, which contains the meaning of a tiger roaring in the mountains."

"Although this is only a lower form, those who see this form will enter the realm of Guanshen, and their every move will contain the power of a tiger, which is very powerful."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and looked over.

His mind seemed to be attracted to the painting at this moment.

The vast mountains and forests suddenly appeared in front of him, surrounded by clouds and mist.

As if in a trance, Li Mo had come to the deep mountains and old forests.

Indistinctly.

The leaves moved, as if something was approaching.....

A gust of evil wind blew in his face.

It was a colorful tiger, with half-opened tiger eyes, with the fierce power of choosing people to eat.

It stepped on the bluestone with one claw and inspected the forest. This was the king of beasts inspecting his territory!

It was majestic and fierce!

It scanned everything coldly, as if looking for prey!

It saw Li Mo!

It opened its bloody mouth!

It roared:

"Meow..."

It lay down, shaking like a sieve, and its hair stood up in fear.

The tiger instantly turned into a weak kitten weighing hundreds of pounds, as if it had seen some monstrous beast.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"This is not right."

Li Mo was confused.

You should stand up straight, how can I observe if you don't stand up straight?

Student Li was puzzled, and his mind was just about to get closer.

The tiger became more and more frightened.

Puff——

It disappeared.

Li Mo: "....."

This is inexplicable.

Is there something wrong with this Guanshentu?

It was at this moment that the artistic conception was completely destroyed.

Li Mo opened his eyes and saw the Guanshen picture. The ink was messy, as if it had been scribbled by someone, and it was obviously destroyed.

When he looked up again, he met Ouyang's stunned eyes again.

Senior Brother Ouyang was obviously also doubting his life.

"What's going on?"

Li Mo looked puzzled.

"Junior Brother Li, you are indeed in the Inner Breath Realm, right?"

Ouyang's face was full of distress, and he was lost in thought for a long time before asking.

Li Mo nodded: "It's just been a long time since I became a Xuandan."

"That's strange."

Ouyang frowned and put away the picture of the tiger descending the mountain:

"My picture of the tiger descending the mountain, even if the master's mind enters, it will not be destroyed..."

He had shown this painting to other fellow disciples before.

Some could not bear the power of the tiger and were driven out, while others simply could not sink their minds into the painting.

Both of these show that the person is not qualified to carry the tiger's form.

What if the painting is broken?

Li Mo said a little embarrassedly:

"How about we try again?"

Ouyang: "Ah?"

The cost of the painting just now was more than one thousand taels of silver.

His heart is bleeding now.

Still coming?

But he just promised that it would be absolutely no problem.

If he regrets now, will Junior Brother Li take out his hammer?

"Well, it seems that I have to take out some of the things that are kept in the bottom of the box."

Ouyang took a deep breath.

He went to the house to search for a while, and soon returned with a scroll.

The painting was spread out.

On it, there was a lifelike beast, which was extremely magical.

"I was lucky enough to meet a beast, and it had a trace of Bai Ze's blood."

"It took me a lot of effort to draw it on paper, and I also broke through because of it..."

"Senior Brother..."

"Hmm?"

"Sorry, I was careless just now, and I was so focused..."

Ouyang was stunned and looked down.

The Guanshentu, which contained a trace of Bai Ze's blood, had the same fate as the tiger descending the mountain.

It was shattered into dirty ink.

The paper that originally contained a heavy artistic conception became light at this time.

Ouyang sat on the ground with his buttocks, as if he had lost his soul.

"My drawing..."

"Brother, how much is this drawing worth?"

Li Mo was a little embarrassed.

"Wow... This is my painstaking work. At that time, I didn't sleep for ten days and ten nights to track the strange beast."

"Ten thousand taels?"

Li Mo took out a silver note.

"Wow... I was even kicked by the strange beast because of this, and several ribs were broken."

"Twenty thousand?"

Another silver note was placed in front of him.

"Junior brother, this is a work of art. Do you know what art is? If you sell it to someone who doesn't understand..."

"Fifty thousand."

Li Mo had no expression on his face and took out three directly.

"Junior brother, you can see that you have artistic talent at first glance."

Ouyang's face changed dramatically and he smiled.

The cost of his painting is only 10,000 taels. If he meets a suitable buyer, he can sell it for 30,000 or 40,000 taels at most.

50,000 taels is already a big profit.

Li Mo was a little speechless, but he didn't lose money.

[Congratulations to the host, successfully investing 50,000 taels of silver in 'Ouyang']

[Investment feedback: "Miaobi Shenghua Moxilu"]

["Miaobi Shenghua Moxilu"]: "A peculiar painting method that can copy the spirit of an object and imprint it on paper."

The reward looks good.

But Li Mo is a little listless now.

How can he not even observe the shape?

What should he do?

Is he really going to draw it himself?