Chapter 273 Breaking

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"Where's Teacher Zhen?" Qin Shuang asked softly.

Luo Xiaofei raised her finger and pointed to the door of the studio. Worry is all over his face. Qin Shuang was taken aback for a moment, could it be that with the sixteen paintings she gave, Yen Zining hasn't yet comprehended the soul of the Battle of the Scarlet Plain?

"Teacher?"

Wen Tianqiang shook his head lightly and said, "Teacher's spirit...is broken."

Qin Shuang was startled, stepped forward quickly, stretched out her hand and opened the door, and saw Zhen Zining sitting hunched on a chair with her hands in her hair.

Qin Shuang took a deep breath, and the look on her face became ugly. With her powerful soul, she instantly felt a faint dead air floating in Zhen Zining's breath, which was a sign of being deeply trapped in a spiritual world, a kind of loss, extreme loss, life. Unrequited loss.

She just sat there in a fixed frame, without any reaction to Qin Shuang's entry, like a lifeless statue, and like a black and white spirit pattern painting that lost its color...

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei stood behind Qin Shuang, Wen Tianqiang said to Qin Shuang in a low voice:

"Bao Ziqing came over just now!"

There was a flash of light in Qin Shuang's eyes, and she whispered: "What is he here for?"

"I don't know. We saw him in the corridor. At that time, he was coming out of the teacher's door."

Qin Shuang nodded, no need to think about it, Bao Ziqing would not say anything good. Walking gently in front of Zhen Zining, he called softly:

"Teacher Zhen!"

Zhen Zining didn't move at all, as if he had turned into a stone man, he didn't hear Qin Shuang's voice at all.

"Sister Qin, help the teacher!" Wen Tianqiang's voice was full of pleading.

Behind Qin Shuang, Luo Xiaofei also looked at Qin Shuang with pleading eyes, her hands twisted in front of her body, she opened her mouth, trying to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

"Teacher Zhen!"

Qin Shuang called out again, Zhen Zining's body trembled slightly, as if hearing Qin Shuang's call, he slowly raised his head, saw Qin Shuang standing in front of her, his expression lifted,

Then he became gloomy again, buried his head in his palm again, and said in a voice of extreme weakness and loss:

"Qin Shuang, I failed!"

Qin Shuang's eyes fell on the spirit pattern painting on the table, stared at it for a few breaths and said:

"Mr. Zhen, can I have a look?"

Donnie Yen said without raising his head, "You can watch it if you want."

Qin Shuang looked back at Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei. The two stood at the door with embarrassed expressions, not knowing whether they should exit or stay. Qin Shuang thought for a moment and said:

"I don't know to what extent the teacher's painting has reached, but there is likely to be a lot of blood and brutality inside. If you want to see it, you can close the door. If you have scruples, you can leave."

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei looked at each other, and Wen Tianqiang took a firm step forward. A moment of hesitation flashed across Luo Xiaofei's expression. After all, when Qin Shuang painted the first spirit pattern painting of the Scarlet Plain Battle, she was so scared that she peed. At that time, it was only one of the sixteen paintings, but this time it was a complete spirit pattern painting drawn by Teacher Zhen who synthesized the essence of the sixteen paintings. She didn't know if she would be able to withstand the shock. However, yearning for artistic conception painting, Luo Xiaofei finally closed the door, took a step forward, and stood beside Wen Tianqiang.

Qin Shuang nodded, turned her eyes to the spirit pattern painting on the table, and injected a soul force.

"boom……"

The entire room disappeared, and the four of them seemed to be in a bloody battlefield, the battlefield of the Battle of the Scarlet Plain. The low-level fighters on the ground are colliding with each other, the sound of weapons colliding, the tooth-piercing sound of weapons cutting into bones, screams, roars...

It was not a battle between two people, but a battle between tens of thousands of people. It was like the huge waves raised by two hurricanes stretched to the horizon, hitting each other fiercely, and there was a huge roar everywhere.

In the sky.

The densely packed high-level warriors covered the sky like hummingbirds, just like two clouds covering the sky collided in the middle, and warriors fell from the sky screaming from time to time.

Luo Xiaofei's body had already started to tremble, and her legs kept trembling. She found that her lower abdomen was a little swollen again, and she felt a urge to urinate, so she couldn't help but tightly clamped her legs, and kept telling herself in her heart.

"It's fake, it's all fake, it's just a spirit pattern painting."

Wen Tianqiang's eyes were wide open, his face showed excitement, and his two big hands clenched tightly from time to time, then loosened, loosened, and clenched again...

Yen Zining was the same as before, Qin Shuang watched carefully, and then frowned. Generally speaking, this painting still reflects the cruelty of the Bloody Plain, but there is still a kind of break in the whole artistic conception. This kind of break is like a person singing, but the singing is intermittent, which is not fully integrated. The reason for the painting.

Qin Shuang thought about it for a while, and then understood the reason in her heart. Although she had sixteen paintings provided by herself, Yen Zining had not participated in that battle after all. It would be difficult to completely integrate these sixteen partial battles into a grand battle. A star and a half.

At this time, the power of the soul injected into the spirit pattern painting was exhausted, all illusions disappeared instantly, and a heavy breathing sound came from her ears. Qin Shuang turned her head and saw Wen Tianqiang's eyes were red, with a look of Looking crazy, but Luo Xiaofei looked terrified, Qin Shuang knew that these two people were going to be possessed, and immediately gathered the power of the soul and shouted:

"wake up!"

The three people in the room suddenly woke up, not only Wen Tianqiang who fell into madness and Luo Xiaofei who fell into fear, but Zhen Zining who fell into a state of despair also shook his body and raised his head.

Qin Shuang rolled up the spirit pattern painting on the table, put it aside, and then spread a piece of spirit pattern paper, Zhen Zining suddenly got up, she understood what Qin Shuang was going to do, and immediately came to the table and gave it to the table in person. Qin double tone and cinnabar. Qin Shuang picked up the brush and thought for a while. If she finally made the final painting that combines sixteen paintings, I am afraid that Yen Zining will not paint the Battle of the Scarlet Plain again, because that would be plagiarizing the paintings of her students, and Yen Zining's people will not come out. Such a thing. He picked up the spirit pattern pen and turned his head to Donnie Yen and said:

"Teacher, do you know where your drawing is poor?"

"En!" Donnie Yen nodded.

"Teacher, I haven't been able to combine sixteen partial battles into one, but I can combine two partial battles. Teacher, please take a good look, maybe it will inspire you."

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