Chapter 538 Raising the Artistic Level

"My God, there are too many to count. You actually have so many of such exquisite things, my brother... destroying my psychological endurance. On the open-air warehouse, a beautiful color, the texture is close to the concrete, and there are gold and silver jewelry as large as a sea of ​​mountains, exquisite jewelry made of various high-end gemstones, and countless luxury products. , precious things, from all the commodities of the human beings on the earth to other high-tech products in the world of the dead.

And the number is still increasing. The vision of this group of gods and demons can easily see that there are various spaceships within a radius of hundreds of miles, and space-time freight trains are transporting goods in a very fast and continuous manner in a series of temporary light gates. .

Seeing this, He Fang held her face and said in surprise, feeling really speechless.

I have always thought that these days are extremely happy and extravagant shopping, and there are tens of thousands of luxury goods and top-quality goods when I start with just bags. Time spans from the latest few hours to vintage vintage art bags from millions of years ago.

However, the "rebellious" and uncontrollable younger brother who brought all of this easily killed her in a second.

He did nothing. Just bought tens of billions of luxury products, and some of them are "insignificant"... What a fucking talent!

He Ming rubbed his two eyebrows with the thumb of his right hand first. This is a newly developed habit of a great man. It expresses the inner humility and arrogance and also makes the eyebrows more beautiful. It sounds difficult to understand. A simple description is from imitating a great man to Create your own great character.

Like Hitler. Yes, hey... what does my abs guy have? Picking noses—this is a characteristic of monkeys all over the world, and every little kid knows it, and they do it every day.

Shoulder shrugs - that's what the Western world is all about. Little foreigners know how to do it every day.

How about kneading the unique and extremely beautiful two delicate eyebrows? From a life of hanging silk with nothing, from elementary school to university, how many people have admired his beautiful eyebrows that do not belong to hanging silk? Let alone now, it should be put to good use.

After pretending to be coercive, He Ming folded his hands in front of his chest, arrogantly looking down like desert sand. There are as many valuables as the sea water in the Pacific Ocean, and he said in a casual tone: "First, this is our property, and then...that's it."

"Cut. Let you pretend!" He Fang didn't know what He Ming meant, and immediately kicked his ass hard.

"Hee hee..." the wives snickered. This group of gods is as strong and powerful as gods, handsome, beautiful, and easily resist the gravity of the giant planets floating in the air. The real gods are like low-level carbon-based monkeys and start to fight.

If carbon-based monkeys come to this place,

see them. For sure... I can't open my mouth for an hour. Is there too much difference? How can this be? Shouldn't it be extremely noble?

"What should we do? Go down and take a look? God, I really can't take it anymore. It will definitely destroy my perfect and healthy values." He Longhao chattered authentically. He Xiaoqian imitated He Fang's graceful posture of kicking her husband, and greeted He Longhao's ass with a pair of super beautiful legs under a delicate and sexy skirt.

Situ Haoran quickly seized the opportunity to laugh wildly. "Hahahahaha, it's so weak, so weak. Seeing a little wealth changes my mentality. What a weak heart? If God knows your heart, he will tell you..."

At this point, he suddenly couldn't continue. He Longhao immediately asked: "What will God tell me? Oh oh oh, I heard: Haoran is a big fool! Talent is as short as his brother."

Everyone laughed, especially He Longhao's true love girl, who laughed very happily. Maybe he really likes He Longhao's sense of humor and... people on earth think they are self-righteous but passionate and smart, right?

Situ Haoran smiled and said: "Wrong. (www.) is how steel is tempered. You should study hard, even though you are already a piece of scrap iron."

"Cut. I can cut steel by a single hair." He Longhao said with a disdainful expression, and began to spray each other again.

However, the two sides were just fighting, and did not say anything low-level or endanger the friendship. This is a battle between good friends and bad friends, former boss and new boss for status in the world.

"Stop talking nonsense. Let's go down and have a look now or wait until there is a light curtain to go home and take a closer look. What do you want? Hurry up and take away the good things you like. Otherwise, I will bring them to the earth for the people Then you can't get the service back." He Ming rubbed his eyebrows again and said. It's really troublesome to become a super life form, a little tired, no virus, and become the best food, bar none. So ok, I can't even do a stretch. The energy is full, blowing breath can satisfy the healthy energy of sub-healthy people around the world.

"Let's take a look. There are so many good things to choose from?" He Ma said.

He's father, He Xiaoqian's father, He Ming's father-in-law and other men of the same generation looked at each other, coughed and said: "I'd better go first. I have something to do."

Just kidding, how many hours do you have to choose from so many things? Many virtual games, food, and wives can no longer play interesting games.

That's it, a few men decide to leave, they are not interested in those things, and they want them whenever they want.

They went back to the space-time train up there—because it was too time-consuming to fly all the way back. When it came, the space-time train was built 500 meters in the air, and a suspended station had just been built. If the He family is willing, they can build all structures in the air, on the ground, underground, and in the ocean as they like.

Including the starry sky is no exception. The most recent building is the Black Hole Vacation House.

Build in just the right range not to be sucked away by the black hole. Looking at the absolutely dark black hole from the house is both exciting and scary-the earth carbon-based monkey character of the He family would never choose this kind of house.

Women naturally opt for fine jewellery, jewellery, and more. And the central optical brain immediately mobilized tens of thousands of robots to temporarily set up a very beautiful and interesting "fruit stall" for them to shop... Well, it's just that the fruits are all kinds of big and small, all of which are delicate, exquisite, It is rich in various atmospheres such as art, but there are no jewelry such as decadent styles.

The large number made the group of gods choose and choose quickly. It's like buying fruit...and it's free.

He Ming would soon go crazy after playing with hundreds of pieces of high-end jewelry that could not be bought by selling his soul before the Chinese New Year—ten wives rushed to ask him the same question, "Am I beautiful, my husband? This How is it? How about this?"

I...fuck your father.

You should ask Li Yuanfang. He is a master at this.

What's more terrible is that more than 100,000 relatives got the news. Soon the silent warehouse was full of screams. He Ming became the best "brother, how is brother?" And it didn't take long, and was preparing to attend the banquet. Shocked and intoxicated by the mansion on the planet, the guests flocking to play, watch and have fun...

Helpless, He Ming hurriedly hid in the art area under the pretext of urinating. There are almost no people here, after all, those jewelry, luxury goods, etc. have not been enough.

"Give each of the guests the right to choose 20 pieces of various items. Except for precious items." He Ming issued this order to the central optical brain, and soon heard countless cheers from afar.

Anyway, it's basically useless to sell these things at once, unless other companies want to flatter him. How else could it be sold? In a world where productivity is so developed, how can there be dumping? Can a primitive planet similar to the earth pay the corresponding value? With ** or soul?

Ha ha ha ha!

Many super consortiums belong to no-cost business, use unmanned mining ships to collect resources from abandoned planets, and then manufacture countless commodities... They are worried about sales, how can they untie so many commodities? Especially luxury goods. That was hell.

In the art area, He Ming appreciates numerous high-quality works of art. From his point of view, they were indeed almost the same, and they were all amazing. In the paintings alone, there are millions of paintings from human beings to alien races—so how can He Ming understand?

Among them, there are countless secrets, but he has no way to learn them. It's all too much. He can learn all the arts of Earth and reach maturity in a day.

However, it takes 10,000 years to learn a calligraphy school in the league...because 10,000 years are new calligraphy...

What's more, because of the emergence of drugs with 100% brain function on the earth, He Ming swears that his extraordinary madness has... definitely been surpassed by drug-addicted artists, or will definitely surpass-after all, people cherish every second and practice hard. And myself... oh oh oh, hahaha. clap clap.

Touching his nose, He Ming, who was unwilling to become a front wave and be surpassed by a donkey, decided to strengthen his artistic cultivation. So what is more pleasant than true love: "I want to upgrade my artistic cultivation. Get me the most beautiful calligraphy of our Chinese civilization in the entire Shanmeng. It seems to be regular script, right? Anyway, it is recognized as the best Calligraphy. And ink painting, anyway, the best oriental painting. And the painting style of "Mona Lisa's Smile"? Anyway, the best will do."

Talk to the air. There are only countless works of art in front of you. But He Ming knew that on this planet mansion, including the growth status of a blade of grass is also under the monitoring of the central optical brain. So supermarkets in the multiverse. Even in a planet-sized shopping mall, there are very few asses who steal. Because it is very stupid and must be caught. Of course, it depends on the identity. The life of the gods and demons can freely take the goods in the supermarket, and the operator regards it as an honor.

Because it’s worthless, and it’s a great honor for God to take a fancy to you.

In fact, the fear of the other party turning their faces is, after all, one of the ultimate forces in the universe. In that case, let alone the supermarket, my life would be lost.

"Sir, the Beibei Calligraphy School is currently popular in the art circle of Chinese civilization. There are many top painters of the ink painting school, each with its own style. The latest retro impressionism is popular in the Western world."

"What is Beibei calligraphy? Show me a masterpiece." He Ming understands ink painting and Western Impressionism, so the art class is not in vain.

A second later, a light curtain slowly opened in front of his eyes: He Ming held his breath, God, a kind of indescribable magnificence, truly extraordinary calligraphy, each character reached the extreme of art, majestic and magnificent, a kind of exciting The impact of art is coming. At first glance, the author is still Xiao Wang. It is Wang Xianzhi.

Because time is infinite and the body is powerful, the artists on the earth are proficient in almost all schools of thought in the world of the dead, learning the civilization of the earth easily, and truly flourishing and prospering in the world of the dead - there will be no ridiculous things here Politicians come to interfere with artistic creation.

Even quite a few masters began to learn the art of aliens. Anyway, no matter from English or original calligraphy, they all have very amazing attainments.

Of course, this is based on the terrible learning speed and long hard training time. Anyone with a heart can become a master of art. But that's all. The main body of the multiverse is power, powerful gods and demons, and becoming a god. No matter how great art is, mortals are still mortals. What's more, the manpower is limited. Even if they surpass their compatriots, other aliens have already been superior due to problems such as intelligence, and it is impossible to surpass them.

"Where's the masterpiece of Beibei on the earth? No way, grass, I'll get it back." Spread out on the light curtain is also a relatively excellent earth calligraphy, one of the masterpieces.

Although compared with the other one, it is almost the difference between gods and mortals, but it is worth understanding on the earth. There is so little time, the golden hour is only a short moment.

But the calligraphy "Bodhisattva's Embryo Sutra" is the little devil's national treasure.

He Ming immediately decided to serve the people and plunder the little devils.

"There is also regular script, let's use Xiao Wang's style. Let me get it. Money is not a problem." He Ming said happily, thinking of a good joke in his mind, "I am not talented, but it is actually the successor of the two kings." Or, "This highly myopic comrade, please keep your glasses safe, and don't be scared off later."

"I've already obtained master's painstaking secret books. There are 23 masters of regular script, 28 masters of Beibei calligraphy, 125 masters of various schools of ink painting, and 234 masters of Western Impressionism that meet your requirements."

"I've learned it all, Xiaoyi. Bring it to me. I'm here for the secret manual of hard work."

Soon, a group of robots rushed over to arrange the environment, and made a study area that was not accessible to other people except important people. The things they used were also extravagant items here: desks, pens and inks, paper and so on. It is convenient for He Ming to practice.

And after taking out the whole set of magical glasses and wearing them for a quick scan, He Ming easily mastered all the wonderful arts. However, the level is still not up to the authors of hard work cheats, because they will not really die, and they may improve their artistic level every day.

It is impossible to learn all the arts and produce some fusion, that is nonsense, the combination of ink painting and impressionism is the work of primary school students. Although the critics will admit that your observation and application of color are superb, it is a pity that you have a problem with your brain. It's not that all kinds of exercise add up to really improve physical fitness.

"Let's go to a party: go to the east of the river to find all the waves... My love is as sincere as my little brother... It's cool!" He Ming experimented with regular script and Beibei calligraphy, and soon found that the former is extremely beautiful, while the latter is more inclined Dignity... It can be judged from this that the current artists are pursuing dignified art.

Of course, no one knows when those stupid asses will change into another style.

That is art.

"Kangcao, do you still have sloppy calligraphy?" Comparing his own sloppy calligraphy, He Ming regrets that his favorite sloppy calligraphy is not as good as regular script and other empress calligraphy, and Beibei and other formal calligraphy. This is Brother Chun's wild calligraphy.

"There are 22 of the best masters. Delivered in 39 seconds."

"Very good." Ten minutes later, He Ming improved his crazy grass again, and after the experiment, it was on par, changing from a donkey artist to a miracle artist. Immediately laughed.

Through the calculation of super intelligence, such a masterpiece of art, even if the people on the earth have 100% brain function, it is impossible to achieve it without 100 years of uninterrupted practice.

Persistence and talent are indispensable. It is absolutely impossible for people on earth to handle it. This is not a matter of persistence. Genius brain pills and other brain-stimulating potential pills themselves have a strong stimulating effect and a strong motivating effect. However, can the monkeys live to be a hundred years old?

The most important thing is: can I, the man who changed the earth, serve the people wholeheartedly for a hundred years without wavering or changing?

I have a pity with the monkeys who know the answer in 2112 a hundred years later: the possibility is not 10%. Abs is already alive in history—maybe he accidentally pooped and was attacked by some demon. There must be a global mourning bell ringing and three minutes of silence for the monkeys.

PS: The first update. (To be continued..)

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