Train to Another World.

Chapter 241: The Revised North Sea

Li Zhuoguang saw that the thirty-six strategies of love were useless, so he stopped forcing it. He simply walked to the futon, tore it open, and took out the secret book inside.

Li Zhuoguang unfolded the secret book and read it with great interest. The painting skills of this secret book were also first-rate. The naked woman in the painting was smiling sweetly, her eyebrows, eyes, lips and cheeks were all charming. Compared with the solemn and precious appearance of the jade statue, although the appearance was similar, the expression was very different.

It must be said that the people of the Xiaoyao Sect are all gifted and learned. Whether it is the jade statue or the secret book of nudity, it is like a simple hypnosis that is linked one by one.

Duan Yu has a positive outlook on life, and later he met Wang Yuyan, a living person. If it were someone else, he might have done what Li Qiushui had said, and gone around the world looking for people from the Xiaoyao Sect to kill.

Duan Yu glanced at the back and immediately looked away: "Ah, don't look at what is inappropriate, don't look at what is inappropriate."

"You intentionally left the scroll here, and you intentionally painted nudity on it. What's the difference between this and taking off your clothes in front of me? I'd rather not watch it."

"Who on earth blasphemed God and man and did such a despicable thing?"

"Of course it's her."

"what?!"

"You don't really think she's a deity, do you?" Li Zhuoguang pointed at the jade statue: "She is Li Qiushui, the current queen dowager of the Western Xia Kingdom, and also a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Li Zhuoguang stuffed the secret manual into Duan Yu's arms and said, "This is Xiaoyao Sect's "Northern Divine Art" and "Lingbo Microsteps", which are just right for you."

"I don't want to see this."

"An old lady in her 70s or 80s drew a picture of herself naked when she was young to tease young people, and you took it seriously. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You know, beauty is like bones. What's more, her skin is dry and wrinkled now, and her breasts are probably falling onto her belly."

"I still don't watch it."

"Do I have to replace her face with Ariana's before you'll be willing to watch it?"

"Nonsense, how could I be that kind of person!"

"What's wrong with my face?" Other people came in, and Ariana seemed to hear someone praising her beauty.

"Nothing... nothing." Duan Yu waved his hands nervously.

Li Zhuoguang took out the "Northern Dark Spring Palace" and said to everyone, "Who among you is a better painter? Re-trace this secret book."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one responded. Until a voice came from Li Zhuoguang's shoulder: "Me."

Li Zhuoguang turned his head and saw Huang Shiren raising his little paw.

"Huang Shiren, are you serious?" Li Zhuoguang was a little unconvinced. How come he didn't know that this little yellow-skinned guy had this skill?

Huang Shiren nodded confidently.

"It?!" This is Duan Yu. According to his limited knowledge, weasels cannot speak.

Li Zhuoguang casually said, "Strange beasts, do you understand strange beasts? Just like the toad that can imitate the sound of a cow, the silkworm that can keep cold, and the eagle that can hit people. There are so many strange beasts in this world, what is a talking weasel?"

Li Zhuoguang didn't bring a brush, but his mother stuffed a gourd with three disasters, which happened to contain a brush, which didn't need to be dipped in ink. Li Zhuoguang took out the brush and handed it to Huang Shiren, and then took out the map of Middle-earth that he had bought before, and asked Huang Shiren to copy it on the back of the map.

"This kid has moral obsession and is afraid to look at naked women. Just become a man according to this picture." Huang Shiren nodded, indicating that he understood.

It was just noon, so Li Zhuoguang took out the dishes made by his mother and some dry food, heated them up, and prepared to have a quick meal here.

"Report! Mr. Li, where did you get these things from?" "Oh, this, I learned it from a magician. It's just a simple trick. If you are interested, you can go home and learn from those street performers."

Duan Yu looked at the Eight Immortals Table and the matching chairs that Li Zhuoguang had pulled out of thin air, and hesitated to speak. He knew about the illusion, but this thing couldn't be an illusion no matter how he looked at it.

When Li Zhuoguang had finished setting the table, Huang Shiren had also finished painting and handed the scroll to Li Zhuoguang.

What Li Zhuoguang didn't expect was that this little yellow-skinned guy really lived up to his words. His brushwork was smooth, the lines were clear, and his painting skills were pretty good. The only flaw was...

"Tell me, why did you paint my naked body?" Li Zhuoguang stared at Huang Shiren.

Huang Shiren didn't know what he had done wrong, so he could only explain: "Master, you asked me to draw this man."

"If I ask you to draw a man, do you have to draw me? Can't you..." Li Zhuoguang glanced around and then landed on Wei Changfeng: "Can't you draw Wei Changfeng?"

“He’s not as good-looking as you.”

"That makes sense. But you still have to change the picture. Change it to anything, just not me."

Huang Shiren scratched his head. This wasn't drawn with a pencil, so it wouldn't be difficult to just erase it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he held the brush in his little paws and began to paint.

It was done in a short while. Li Zhuoguang took the scroll, nodded with satisfaction, and stuffed his storage belt into him: "I have a gourd now, and I changed the bag into a small backpack. I'll give it to you from now on."

Huang Shiren happily took the backpack and put it on his back.

Li Zhuoguang hesitated for a moment, then gave the brush and the Tongtian Lu to Huang Shiren and said, "Study hard."

He also threw the revised "Northern Divine Art" to Duan Yu: "You too, study hard."

Duan Yu took the revised version of "Northern Divine Art" and opened it, and his face began to distort. He saw that the naked women in the painting were all replaced by naked men, and on the necks of those naked men, there was a big weasel head.

Moreover, Huang Shiren's painting skills were really amazing. Not only did he reproduce the content, but he also preserved all the charm of the original naked women. Each of the weasel faces had a sweet smile, showing both joy and anger, and was extremely charming.

Although Duan Yu didn't understand, he was deeply shocked.

He just bowed to Huang Shiren and asked, "May I ask who your master is, Brother Huang?"

Huang Shiren was searching for some dried meat in his storage backpack as he answered, "My elders said that learning to be a person starts with learning calligraphy. Since I was young, they have taught me to copy stone tablets and fragments of manuscripts."

"I'm grateful for your advice." Duan Yu understood the elder Huang Shiren mentioned as Li Zhuoguang. He looked at the processed secret book in his hand. Although it was a bit uncomfortable to read, it was not unacceptable.

In order to get closer to Miss Ai, Duan Yu started to study the Rat Version of "Northern Divine Art" while eating lunch. Duan Yu was actually quite talented, and he memorized the entire "Northern Divine Art" in just one meal.

But he later said to Li Zhuoguang: "This is an evil skill, I won't practice it."

Li Zhuoguang did not comment, but just asked: "Is your family rich?"

Duan Yu didn't understand but still answered: "I have some assets."

"Pay money to support 500 people, provide them with simple exercises, let them practice internal energy, and let you absorb it every year. They don't have to do anything except practice all year round, and they can still support their families. Believe me, many people will regard you as a living Bodhisattva."

Duan Yu was stunned. He had never thought that he could pay money to buy internal energy.

(End of this chapter)