Chapter 330 The Energy and Spirit Flow at the Tip of the Pen

Professor Cao chose a relatively flat stone and placed Lin An down, then placed the easel in front of Lin An.

But Lin An still didn't move and remained the same.

Suddenly, Professor Cao frowned.

Yan Zidu held a pair of huge antlers, made a fist with his left hand and spread his thumb and middle finger, as if he was measuring the distance between himself and Lin An. The thumb of his right hand quickly moved over the four fingers to calculate.

After a while, he looked at Lao Cao and Brother Da Zhuang and shook his head, "It's not that far."

Yan Zidu's school is proficient in the calculations of ancient alchemists. In the modern two generations, they have learned from the best of hundreds of schools. They even understand foreign tarot cards and have their own unique abilities.

According to their school of thought, humans living between heaven and earth have their own qi. If a person wanders outside the world and his Qi is broken, we can naturally speculate whether Lin An has turned into a stone statue in advance.

His school of thought is probably the school that is least consistent with Lin An's theoretical construction. It has nothing to do with spirituality, but focuses on the connection between heaven and man.

"But does it mean that it has become a statue?" Brother Da Zhuang pinched Lin An's shoulder, "It has a body but no soul. This is the right state."

"Since I can explain some things, I am still under control."

Professor Cao came to the side and found a stone to sit down. The sea breeze blew his white hair, which made him look a little old.

"According to Lin An's own theory, the furnace disciplines spirituality. When the furnace is too strong and spiritual practice cannot keep up, the furnace will begin to devour the soul..."

As he spoke, he was breathing heavily, but his voice was still strong and steady. "Lin An believes that the reason why the witch hunter knight finally turned into a stone statue is because the soul is disciplined by the furnace and people lose themselves."

"But he still doesn't know whether the furnace has put the soul in it, or whether it has been completely refined into nutrients."

Professor Cao raised his head and glanced at Brother Da Zhuang and Yan Zidu, "According to his theory, his current mind does not exist in the body, so he is in a state of soullessness like a statue."

While the three elders were discussing, Chen Shuyun silently placed the painting tools and paints he brought and adjusted the easel.

She seemed to be observing the situation carefully just now. Every detail of the arrangement at this moment was exactly the same as the location in the hotel just now, every detail.

Just as she was adjusting the easel, Lin An suddenly started moving again and continued painting, which shocked Chen Shuyun.

She covered her mouth and took a step back, as if she was afraid of disturbing Lin An.

He looked at Lin An blankly, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

Sometimes at certain stages, many so-called obstacles suddenly become meaningless. Only then do people know what is worth caring about.

Chen Shuyun just silently did what he could, praying that Lin An could still be alive. Now it seems that he is indeed fine!

This was something that made her happy, but her tears couldn't stop flowing.

"It's the girl who has a delicate mind after all!" The three elders all looked over and Professor Cao sighed.

"Huh?"

Yan Zidu put his hands into the sleeves of his coat, bent down and stared at every movement of Lin An's brush, "The energy is flowing, good guy, his soul is walking in the painting."

"It's almost the Tao!"

As he said this, he looked at his two old buddies with some disbelief, "How can a rough place like our Lujiao produce an artist?"

Brother Da Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and pointed at himself, "Unlike you who tell fortunes in the park, I am an internationally renowned translator, not a rough guy!"

As he said that, he pointed at Lao Cao, "He is a professor at a top university in the country!"

Yan Zidu held out a thumbs up and sneered, "You are noble, you are amazing!"

Lao Cao didn't speak. He was tapping his knees silently. His body was deteriorating. He had just rushed from another city, and now he was actually aching all over his body.

Brother Da Zhuang and Yan Zidu laughed and wisely did not mention Lao Cao's physical condition.

"Hey, you said..." Brother Da Zhuang looked at Lin An, "Anzai divides the soul into the heart and the spirit. Doesn't it mean that the spirit is part of leveraging the aura to cast spells? How come the mind is involved in painting?"

Yan Zidu stroked his goatee and smacked his lips, "I don't know anything about spirituality. I know that the energy and spirit are concentrated at the tip of the pen, and you can eat steamed buns with ink."

Knight Carl couldn't get involved in the topic they were talking about. He only understood some of the daily language of the Eastern Tu Empire. He couldn't understand the words of these foreigners, so he simply looked at Lin An.

He said he was looking at Lin An, but actually he was looking at Professor Cao quietly out of the corner of his eye.

That man!

Give him an extremely scary feeling!

Even though he looks so old at the moment, he seems more like a napping lion, full of powerful momentum at the top of the food chain.

As soon as he got a little closer, goosebumps crawled all over his body, and the weapons of faith hanging around his waist conveyed wave after wave of uneasy emotions.

He patted the weapon quietly, but he did not dare to let these killing gods notice that the weapon of faith was conscious.

He didn't even dare to hold the hilt of the sword tightly for comfort, for fear that the man would think he was going to do something.

But suddenly there was a moment when he suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, and his whole body seemed to be electrified, as if he was shrouded in great fear.

At the same time, everyone else looked towards the sky.

Right above where Lin An was painting, the sky seemed to have a pair of big hands, slowly tearing open the curtain, and within the curtain, dark golden mist surged.

The little boss immediately looked at Chen Shuyun in surprise. What they had just seen on Lin An's painting was this dark golden light, exactly the same!

"This is impossible!" Knight Carl exclaimed, watching the thick dark golden liquid in the gap flowing down from the edge of the gap like a waterfall.

He quickly looked carefully at other places, and sure enough, dark clouds were gathering, emitting a glare like petroleum.

How could that kid Lin An achieve the ritual effect of the Goblin Castle in his paintings? ! !

You know, to maintain such a space gap, the goblin castle consumes slave wizards every second!

That's what you get in exchange for your life!

"No wonder this guy called us over in a hurry." Professor Cao snorted and twisted his neck, a pair of huge antlers rising from his pale hair.

The wild aura was fully activated, and the dark golden viscous liquid waterfall flowing down from the sky suddenly stopped.

"Ho~~"

"Gulu gulu~~~"

"Crack~~"

There was a sound in the crack, and Professor Cao's momentum seemed to disturb some creatures in the spiritual world, and they all came to the crack to look at the real world.

In the dark golden mist, the shadows were vague and unclear.

Knight Karl was in a panic. He couldn't tell how many lichs there were in this gap, and his eyes were extremely serious.

But at this moment, a blade of light flashed across the sky and earth.

"Get back here!"

He saw the man he was instinctively afraid of holding a huge five-meter-long Miao knife in his hand. He stepped on it with both feet, and the tall and burly figure flew towards the gap in the sky like a god.

As Professor Cao's body rose higher, the dark golden viscous waterfall flowing down actually showed a countercurrent effect, and actually shrank back!