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 Life in the calligraphy and painting hall is very boring, and it has lasted for a month without knowing it.
 As a painter's apprentice, Li Mo can only work in the lobby and the wing.
 Only formal painters can have access to the practice, resulting in the vast majority of apprentices being eliminated as handymen.
 What the calligraphy and painting hall teaches is also the most basic painting skills, occasionally mixed with some common sense about the eight meridians, but it is not in-depth.
 If the atmosphere hadn't been depressing, Li Mo would have had the illusion of being in a Niujiacun school.
 He had long been accustomed to the routine of the calligraphy and painting hall. When the beast's roar that vaguely sounded every night ended, he would naturally wake up from his bed.
 The wing room was definitely better than the place where I first came to the pawn shop, but the furnishings were also extremely simple, and four people shared a room.
 Painters and apprentices seldom communicate with each other. Li Mo tried to get clues from others, but the information he could get was limited.
 Li Mo still doesn't understand how spiritual practice can involve painting, and he even openly treats painting skills as an assessment.
 He just knows.
 The apprentices in the studio are basically selected from the children of the residents of Rong Town, so they are more or less familiar with the matters of practicing the method.
 Li Mo relied on insinuations and memories revealed from time to time in the Book of Creation, and he managed to gain some confidence in his practice.
 He also thought about branding his organs, but he gave up the idea after hearing that the steward himself taught him the technique after he became a painter.
 The sky was slightly bright, and the chill of late autumn enveloped the calligraphy and painting hall.
 Li Mo lifted off the quilt and stood up, stretching his muscles and bones with bare feet in the room. His heart beat faster, recovering his body temperature like a cold-blooded animal.
 The painter apprentices in the same room woke up one after another.
 Li Mo also recognized Zeng Xiaoyi among them. The latter was nearly nineteen years old, and the late-stage death disease was beginning to erode his body.
 He walked out of the wing first and walked quickly toward the lobby in the dim candlelight.
 Li Mo understood that it was almost time for him to get involved in spiritual practice. He was close to a fatal disease, so it would definitely be unwise to continue hiding his weakness.
 When he came to the lobby, there were already many painter apprentices studying ink.
 A painter named Liu Qin was walking in the lobby. He looked to be in his forties, with a slender body, except for his right leg, which was bloated and blue.
 She only has routine duties and will be replaced by another painter every other month.
 Li Mo chose a position near the corner, picked up the weight stone to press the rice paper, poured some water on the inkstone, and took out the ink stick from his arms.
 Inkstones, brushes and other items are all ready-made, and if they are damaged, you can ask the painter for help.
 Only the ink sticks must be kept alone.
 The ink stick was only about the size of a finger, but weighed three kilograms. Li Mo didn't know what was mixed in it, and the resulting ink had a special rusty smell, which was pungent and unpleasant.
 Li Mo's printing speed was neither too fast nor too slow.
 He felt that he had a photographic memory, and his body was transforming in a subtle way.
 Li Mo has a photographic memory and has a skillful composition ability. In addition, he has seen paintings by famous artists in his previous life. As long as he can keep up with the coordination of his hands, it is not difficult to get rid of his status as a painter's apprentice.
 While he was hibernating this month, he focused on honing his arm control.
 Li Mo spent most of the time studying the ink, then picked up the brush and sketched it. After a while, the portrait of the wooden figure appeared on the rice paper.
 Then he started grinding ink again, just switching from his right hand to his left hand.
 Liu Qin noticed Li Mo's behavior and couldn't help but shake her head. After all, the main thing to evaluate a painter is to copy tigers and beasts, and the wooden man is only used to memorize acupuncture points and meridians.
 Li Mo's daily behavior is to repeat the process of painting wooden figures.
 Liu Qin has seen the wooden figures painted by Li Mo. The acupuncture points and meridians are accurate, which shows how outstanding his talent in painting is.
 It's just a pity...
 Liu Qin went to work and closed her eyes to rest, and no longer paid attention to Li Mo.
 She occasionally selects a few paintings, but not because of how good the paintings are, but because there is something strange and inexplicable in the paintings.
 At this moment, Liu Qin noticed that Li Mo suddenly raised his brush.
 This time Li Mo picked a pen with a stick as thin as a long chopstick, and instead of copying the wooden figure over and over again, he began to draw the outline of the tiger beast.
 His movements are extremely skillful and his breathing is steady. It is hard to imagine that he has not drawn tigers and beasts for a month, but there is no hesitation at all when he starts writing.
 Liu Qin subconsciously approached Li Mo, and her eyes were attracted by the patterns on the rice paper.
 Li Mo painted a tiger standing on a rugged rock. Its body is slightly slanted, its eyes are staring into the distance, and the markings on its body are like running water, reflecting the tiger's animal desire.
 As the painting took shape, Li Mo realized the weirdness of the ink strips.
 The ink strips seem to give life to the tiger, causing the painting to become increasingly unfamiliar. The emaciated tiger in the painting has an indescribable ferocity.
 Li Mo imitated the "Tiger Roaring Picture" by Zhang Shanzhu, a master of tiger painting in his previous life. However, perhaps because of the ink strips, it was completely different from the original work, with an indescribable horror.
 "What an eye-catching white-fronted insect."
 Liu Qin waited until Li Mo stopped writing before speaking, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of complexity.
 It wasn't a surprise of being gifted, it felt more like apprehension or fear.
 Liu Qin, who was practicing martial arts, actually became afraid of his apprentices. Even if it was only for a moment, he was still caught by Li Mo.
 Li Mo realized that the method of pawn shop, calligraphy and painting hall might involve painting.
 He understands that hiding clumsiness is useless. Although he cannot show anything different from ordinary people, he must show value, otherwise he will have no foothold.
 "Li Mo, you..."
 Liu Qin realized that she had lost her composure, so she calmed down and said, "I will bring this painting to Guanshi Hu. It has some charm and should be appreciated by her."
 "Thank you, Mr. Liu."
 Seeing that his goal was achieved, Li Mo couldn't help but let out a long breath.
 The painter apprentices around him fell silent, looking at Li Mo with eyes full of various emotions, including jealousy, envy, and resentment.
 Liu Qin picked up the tiger roar picture and left.
 Li Mo didn't know if he was mistaken. He noticed that Liu Qin's arm holding the painting was emitting a faint black energy.
 The other apprentices couldn't see it at all, probably because of the difference in Li Mo's brain.
 The ink on the surface of the tiger's roar is blurred.
 In the picture, the gray and black hair of the tiger that comes down the mountain to hunt is gradually disappearing.
 The tiger's appearance became more and more unfamiliar, until he finally resembled a naked man lying on the ground, with his tail replaced by an exposed spine.
 Li Mo was in a daze, and Liu Qin's fork in the aisle disappeared.
 His temples felt swollen, so he packed up his things and returned to the wing.
 Li Mo glanced at Zeng Xiaoyi before leaving.
 Zeng Xiaoyi collapsed on the chair, his bloody hands staining the rice paper red.
 The pawn shop doesn't seem to be selecting suitable cultivation seeds at all. They seem to intend to keep the vast majority of people out.
 Li Mo didn't know what it meant, but he would rather die on the road of cultivation than endure the pain and despair of immortality.
 For more than ten days after that, he was still busy between the wing room and the calligraphy and painting hall.
 But Li Mo never saw Liu Qin again.
 [Early today, from now on it will be posted at 8-9pm]
 [Thanks to Jiu Shangzhu, Sima Xianqing, Oda Wolong, Wu Xiaolong, Original Fetus, Dada Dada Weiguai, I am the little match seller of boys, rewarded by Shuba. 】
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 The world is sick, and all immortals are suffering from a stubborn disease called immortality. 
 Under the influence of immortality, all kinds of cultivation methods are moving in strange and inexplicable directions. 
 [Fetal period: When a baby is born, its limbs are atrophied and weak] 
 [Total stage: After the age of twenty, the organs will completely rot] 
 [Weak Crown Stage: After the age of fifty, the skin and flesh become withered and decayed] 
 [And the period of establishment: after one hundred years old, blood will be depleted and mutations will occur] 
 I am a seeker of immortality and a seeker of survival. 
 There have been 10,000 completed copies of the exquisite "Cultivation of Immortality in a Deceptive Way", and 2,500 completed copies of "The Fifteen Years of Blacksmithing in the Liaozhai Studio". The character is guaranteed, and readers are welcome to read and collect it.
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 He sold magic weapons on Taobao and participated in the Double Eleven Feijian promotion, accidentally becoming the sales champion. 
 He has sold vinegared dragon liver, steamed phoenix marrow, and spicy big kun fin in Meituan, and was rated as the top ten must-eat takeaway by sand sculpture netizens. 
 He helped people refit the flying sword and accidentally won the F1 Formula 1 competition. 
 He is Su Mu. 
 A profiteer who has traveled to the world of highly developed cultivation and magic! 
 He not only has a plug-in, but also a cute sister. 
 His slogan is: My sister can’t be so cute… 
 Pooh! 
 It is krypton gold that becomes immortal, one liver to the end! 
 My own krypton is not a big deal, it’s great to let others cry and beg for krypton together. 
 Little money is really sweet.
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 This is a strange and inexplicable world…Mountains, water, stones, flowers, grass, trees, wood, the Sun, moonlight, stars… All creation under the Heavens and Earths are sources of energy. In this world, there are all the classics from his previous world, but there is a new addition: The Law of Dao. Fang Zhengzhi was conflicted. I can obtain power from reading books? Should I read Tao Te Ching first? Or should I read The Art of Becoming Invisible? What about the Analects of Confucius or… The Golden Lotus? With The Law Of Dao as his foundation, can Fang Zhengzhi master the Dao of All Creation and open the gate of God?
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 When he woke up, Zhou An became the emperor of the Qianyuan Empire. He thought he could drunk lying on the knees of a beautiful woman and woke up in control of the world. 
 In the end, he was just a puppet emperor, and the pawn used to stabilize the world before the queen mother became the emperor could be cut at any time. 
 At the border of the empire, foreign races are ready to move, taking advantage of the new emperor’s powerless, weak and incompetent, invading the empire when the ruling and the opposition are in chaos, yelling to behead the faint emperor, and save Qian Yuan Baixin from water and fire. 
 The demons are in chaos, ghosts and monsters are rampant, there are many schools, good and evil are fighting, and the souls are charred. 
 Zhou An opened the Golden Finger Jiangshan Sheji map. 
 Light up the map of the harem and get [Nine Heavens Profound Girl?] 
 Light up the map of the main palace and get [Qianyuan Dragon Armor] 
 Light up the map of the East Palace and get the 【Emperor Sword Technique】 
 Light up the map of the West Palace, get 【Qiankun Step】 
 Light up all the palace maps to get 【True Dragon’s Qi】
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 Qin Ming traveled to the world of immortal cultivation, but he didn't have a golden finger. With his mediocre talent, he was abandoned by his family and was ordered to participate in the sect's reclamation and recruitment mission, becoming a low-level spiritual farmer. 
 Every day he faced a cruel cultivation environment, a difficult life, and great pressure. 
 Until one day he came back from farming and found that what he harvested was a little different. 
 [Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Term]: Weak Mana (Harvestable) 
 From now on, he managed steadily, worked hard to farm, and finally became a big boss. 
 There was a chaos in the immortal world, and everyone was dumbfounded. 
 "Is this the strength that a spiritual farmer should have?!" 
 "Show your cards, I'm just a farmer..."
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 [Mortal Flow] [No System] [Single Female Protagonist] [Traditional Cultivation of Immortality] A fisherman boy named Lin Yi, in order to prevent his sister from being sold to the house to become a maid, he resolutely chose to join a village called Yaowang Valley. Jianghu sect. With his status, how can he gain a foothold in the sect? A mysterious skill and a magical ball pulled Lin Yi into a colorful world. With his mediocre qualifications, how can he survive in this world full of dangerous immortal cultivators...
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 Obtain the treasure of chaos and repair the Nine Dragons to unify. Slash the sun, moon, and stars, and slay the eternal demons. As soon as Lu Chen was in trouble, all the ghosts and gods in the world were shocked. The drunk and lying Luanfeng beauty smiles, and the three thousand avenues lead to the salvation of all sentient beings.
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 Chen Che traveled through the strange world of immortality with an overload plug-in.
 Every time he enters the overload state, his body will experience some discomfort.
 The training speed of the exercises has been improved, and the weak cough.
 The speed of boxing comprehension increased, and the arm was red and swollen.
 The speed of supernatural power cultivation has increased, and the headache is splitting.
 …
 Chen Che, who was suffering from an external illness, chose to practice in a low-key manner.
 It was not until the first year of Daozong that the new emperor ascended the throne and began to rectify the dynastic order, killing traitors…
 Then something unexpected happened!
 What?
 The father I never met turned out to be a big traitor?
 It also affects me to be exterminated by the nine clans?
 never mind! Stop pretending!
 I see who can kill me!
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 The creatures of the ancient world, after experiencing the Long-Han Tribulation, the Lich Tribulation, and the Conferred God Tribulation, established a system based on class and hierarchy. 
 ﻿﻿But something called a system has completely broken the ancient pattern. The saints are all greedy for the system. They have opened hundreds of millions of merits, but no usable system has been developed. The saint said that this wave of losses is numb.
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 Three thousand avenues, is there a secret to becoming an immortal?
 How can an ordinary female cultivator achieve longevity?
 Please see, an ordinary woman’s path to immortality.
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 You think too much, cultivation is not like this…
 When Kong Hou steps on the path to cultivation, she learns that all xianxia stories are full of lies.
 A relaxed cultivation story.
 Kong Hou: a traditional musical instrument like a harp. The female protagonist’s name.
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 A poor and ordinary boy from a village joins a minor sect in Jiang Hu and becomes an Unofficial Disciple by chance. How will Han Li, a commoner by birth, establish a foothold for himself in his sect? With his mediocre aptitude, how will he successfully traverse the path of cultivation and become an immortal?
 This is a story of an ordinary mortal who, against all odds, clashes with devilish demons and the ancient celestials in order to find his own path to immortality.
 A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality reviewed by on September 19, 2015 rated 2.0 of 5
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 One day, the supreme villainess’s sleeping soul is bound to an unknown life form who calls itself the Cannon Fodder System.
 The lifeform requires her to act as various cannon fodders in various worlds, dying again and again in different inexplicable ways just so the story plot can progress.
 Shao Yin believes that every single character should be allowed a chance to live their own life, instead of becoming a stepping stone for the so-called protagonists.
 Hence, she does her best in each and every world.
 System: Please try your best to act your role as a cannon fodder.
 Shao Yin: Hm?
 Why would she do that? Is it not pleasing to hold money and power within her own hands?
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