Volume 2: Earthly Experience Chapter 30 Mysterious Old Man
Tengchong.
A city located in the southwest of Yunnan. The weather here is sunny and warm in winter and spring, and it is cool and pleasant with alternating sunny and rainy weather in summer and autumn. Many people travel here every year!
Wang Bing was naturally one of the many travelers.
As usual, he was still dressed like a traveling painter, and from time to time he would find a deserted place to start sketching.
The reason why I came to Tengchong was not because I believed whatever others said.
When Wang killed the three people who were about to attack him in the alley, he extracted the spirits of the three people at the same time.
By observing the spirit, Wang Bing was roughly sure that what the man said was correct. There were indeed rumors about natural elves in Tengchong.
As for the means of snooping into memory...
There are actually many ways to pry into memories in this world, whether it's Taoism's soul-searching, wizards' soul-binding, or the Gu master's sincere Gu, all of these can pry into the memories of the person being searched.
It’s just that these methods are particularly harmful to extraordinary people.
You see, if Wang Bing wanted to use the soul-binding technique, he would need to kill the person first. When the person's soul turned into a monster after death, the wizard would cast a spell to bind it and finally read its memory.
Moreover, the memories obtained by killing people are just fragments. Only the most profound obsessions of the original owner during his lifetime will be retained.
Not to mention Taoism's soul-searching, which is a means of directly and forcibly reading your soul.
Generally, this kind of move is forbidden in Taoism unless absolutely necessary.
And Cheng Gu...
Let the bugs go directly into your brain , how can this not cause harm...
Therefore, when it comes to exploring souls, in terms of efficiency, the Lu family's soul-clarifying technique is naturally the most famous in the circle.
At the very least, Wang didn't know who in the entire circle of extraordinary people, except for the Lu family, could completely copy the memories of others.
"Hey, young man, you're a great painter!"
At some point, an old man appeared behind Wang Bing, twirling his beard and looking at Wang Bing's paintings with a kind look.
"Haha, old man, you're too kind. My painting skills are not up to par!" Wang Bing smiled and responded symbolically.
"Haha, young man, excessive modesty is hypocrisy!"
The old man smiled and said, "Your brushstrokes are very spiritual. You really opened my eyes. I can't think of anyone who could draw this kind of painting except the people from the Secret Painting Boat..."
!!!!
Wang Bing's originally squinted eyes suddenly opened a little, and he glanced slightly at the old man beside him.
This old man was dressed very simply, just like an old man in the countryside, except...
A familiar scent instantly made Wang Bing alert.
Could this old man also be a shaman... and maybe even a great shaman!
Shaman, there is no obvious hierarchy in this world.
Normally, the alien world is only roughly divided based on the number of spirits controlled by the shaman and the strength of the spirits.
Little Shamans: Three elves with average strength, their spirits do not need to condense into physical form.
Shaman: Three or more elves with medium strength, and at least one or two elves that can condense into a physical form.
Great Shaman: There are more than five elves with strong strength, and at least four of them can condense into physical form.
Of course, the owner of the Soul-Binding and General-Sending Technique is excluded!
The Eight Great Skills are like bugs, and you can never look at these people with the eyes of an ordinary person.
Just like Wang Ye who mastered the Fenghou Qimen, can you say that his research on this art is deeper than Chen Jinkui's?
That's definitely impossible. He has been immersed in research for many years. Besides, Chen Jinkui is a big boss after all.
But!
After Wang Ye obtained the Fenghou Qimen, even Chen Jinkui’s Liu Yao Money Class could not do anything to him. If this isn’t a BUG, then what is this?
As a bug exists, Wang Bing naturally cannot use ordinary methods to distinguish, but this does not affect his classification of others.
The old man in front of me can definitely be considered a great shaman.
Although the majestic witch aura on his body was suppressed very well, Wang Bing was naturally sensitive to this aspect...
This old man suddenly came to me, is he up to something again? Or is he also a Quan Xing?
In an instant, countless conspiracy theories flooded into Wang Bing's mind. He looked at the old man and smiled, "I didn't expect you to know about the secret painting boat!"
"Haha, that's natural. At the beginning..."
The old man suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his speech.
He closed his eyes and said solemnly, "Forget it, forget it. We are just old friends. I used to love painting, and my old friend taught me a lot in this regard..."
grass!
Can you act even more fake? Wang Bing cursed in his heart.
Seeing Wang was unmoved , the old man coughed and said, "Since you and I are destined to be together, why don't we drink and talk? I might be able to give you some advice on secret painting!"
Sure enough, the old man realized that his brushwork came from Mi Huafang.
Wang Bing no longer has any major problems with the divine paint.
It's just that in the art of secret painting, his progress was a little slow due to his study of the art of summoning spirits and sending generals.
Therefore, during this trip away from home, Wang Bing also focused his studies on secret painting.
…
"Didn't you say we could talk while we drank? Why am I just standing here watching you eat?"
In a five-star hotel, Wang Bing held his chin and complained a little helplessly.
“Hey!”
The old man took a big bite of the bait and said, "The 'Da Jiu Jia' in this store is still the best..."
"Young man, let me tell you, old man, drinking requires a certain mood...sometimes you can't just drink without any effort...that's meaningless!"
"yes--"
Wang Bing shrugged and said in a long tone: "So can you tell me what's wrong with my writing style?"
"well……"
After the old man swallowed the last bite of "Da Jiu Jia", he poured himself a cup of tea and said, "My friend said..."
“…”
After hearing these two sentences, Wang Bing's face fell completely. He knew what the old man said...
"By the way, my surname is Zhong and my given name is Li! What's your name, young friend?"
Zhongli?
Wang Bing raised his head and looked at the old man with a strange expression, thinking to himself: You are not the guy who often eats out without bringing money in a certain month!
Looking down at the dishes on the table, Wang Bing's eyes twitched. This restaurant is not cheap, and...
This old man ate a lot!
The reason why he was willing to come here to eat with the old man was because Wang Bing's intuition told him that the old man in front of him knew a lot of things.
Most of the strangers who come to Tengchong at this point are here for the nature elf.
Wang Bing had just entered the circle and didn't know much about some things. Maybe he could try to get some information from this old man.
"Bai Ze!"
Wang Bing said calmly: "I know what you said, but I don't understand why you, with your profound cultivation, came to Tengchong..."
"Your accent doesn't sound like you're from here!"
"Young man, you are not from this place either..." The old man suddenly looked up at Wang Bing, and his expression returned to normal.
"Yes, I prefer traveling, walking around, seeing things, writing and drawing!"
Wang Bing narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's surprising that such a small place can attract a great shaman to come here!"
"Haha, are kids these days so powerful? I think I've hidden myself pretty well!"
