Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Chapter 95 It’s so fucking limited!

“You just want to be a blessing to the world.

Have you ever thought about whether the world needs your blessing?
Isn't this selfish?
A kind of self-righteousness? "

The tall and thin middle-aged man was stunned by Ning Yan's question.

Then he fell into deep thought.

Ning Yan continued:
“Even a three-year-old should know that a blessing only counts if it does not affect others.

If the other person does not agree and you take it by force, it cannot be considered a blessing at all, it can even be called a curse.

If the world knew, it would just spit on it and throw your gift into the trash.

Your so-called value has never meant anything, and the world has never recognized you at all."

The tall and thin middle-aged man couldn't help but take two steps back, his face pale, as if he had been hit hard.

"Impossible! There is no way the world won't recognize me!

I served her so faithfully and devoted my life's talents to her.

How could she not recognize me?!"

"Then let the world respond!

Even just one sound!
As long as she responded.

I will admit that you have her approval!"

"World! World, come out!"

The tall, thin middle-aged man shouted loudly.

His lonely voice echoed in the wild.

After shouting for a while, there was still no response.

The tall and thin middle-aged man immediately became depressed, like a child who had lost his only candy, and said sadly:
"Could it be that Big Brother is lying to me? I actually have no talent for painting at all?"

"No, your eldest brother did not lie to you."

Ning Yan said seriously.

"But you're doing it the wrong way."

The tall and thin middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked quickly:
"What's wrong? Tell me quickly, can't I fix it?"

Ning Yan said in a deep voice:
“I heard that a good painter would use his or her own blood and sweat to paint a picture, which is what is meant by working hard.

If you can't even reach this step, how can you compare with other painters?
How can we create masterpieces that please the world?"

The tall, thin middle-aged man suddenly realized:
"Is that so?!"

Ning Yan replied decisively:

"exactly!"

The tall and thin middle-aged man looked at Ning Yan, took out a blue booklet, and said with a serious expression:
"Thanks to your guidance, I have learned the tricks of painting a masterpiece. In return, this is my personal experience of cultivation, which condenses all my wisdom of cultivation. I give it to you. I hope you can be a witness to my painting of a masterpiece!"

"Come on! I won't even blink!"

Ning Yan responded solemnly.

The tall and thin middle-aged man put the book aside.

He took out a short knife and cut open his heart. Blood flowed out. Ning Yan quickly reminded him:

"Hurry up! While it's hot!"

The tall and thin middle-aged man looked pale. He quickly picked up a short knife, dipped it in blood, and began to carve on the big stone in front of him.

The blood in his heart flowed faster and faster, and he painted faster and faster.

Ning Yan kept encouraging him.

However, before he finished the whole painting, his right hand shook violently, the dagger slipped out of his hand, and his body fell to the side.

Ning Yan quickly supported him and asked:
"It's just the last bit, try harder!"

The tall, thin middle-aged man's lips turned pale, and he replied weakly:
"I seemed to be unable to see the world... but I saw my father... He waved to me to follow him quickly, I couldn't delay any longer... Please help me finish this painting, this is my last wish..."

After saying this, he spread his right hand to the side and lost all sound.

"Alas... I saved another lost soul. Is it easy for me?"

Ning Yan let out a long sigh.

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are also good.

Now that I have inherited your inheritance, I should fulfill your last wishes.

Ning Yan put away the blue booklet next to him, and instead used a knife to carve on the boulder with the other party's hard work.

When I finally finished drawing, I saw that it was a world map.

Of course, it’s from the previous life.

There's no way, his understanding of this world is too limited.

At present, he only knows about Qingcang, and he doesn’t even know what the county head of the neighboring Fulong County looks like.

He also didn't want to deceive a prodigal son who had returned from the sea of ​​suffering. Since he wanted to draw a world map, he could only move the map of his previous life up.

I don't know if this drawing is correct. Ning Yan looked at the map on the big stone and recalled some history.

The Yuan Dynasty had an area of ​​1372 million square kilometers.

The area of ​​the Tang Dynasty was 1237 million square kilometers.

The Ming Dynasty had an area of ​​997 million square kilometers.

China has an area of ​​960 million square kilometers.

The total area is 4566 million square kilometers.

Asia covers an area of ​​approximately 4458 million square kilometers.

It's not enough to include the whole of Asia, they still owe me 108 million square kilometers.

Forget it, let’s cede Alaska, and the extra money will be considered interest.

"That way, it should be correct."

Ning Yan looked at the map on the rock and nodded with satisfaction.

Turning to look at the corpses all over the field, he became conflicted again.

This middle-aged man is worth 100 points, so I must take him back.

And the dead warriors around him were all his companions and should also be taken back.

But he couldn't move so many corpses at once.

If it is carried back and forth several times, the remaining things might be eaten by wild beasts.

Just when Ning Yan was worried, a burst of excited shouting suddenly came from the forest:

"Junior sister! Junior sister! Hehe, haha! Let's play together!"

"Let's play statues together!"

"The loser this time just has to cut off his finger!"

Excited shouts were mixed with the sound of dead branches being crushed and the urgent sounds of running away.

In the blink of an eye, two figures emerged from the woods and entered the mountains.

The one in the front was Tang Junwen, his steps were psychedelic and his figure was like fog, unpredictable.

Following closely behind was a man in green clothes, flashing like a ghost, but stopping every time he changed direction. It felt like a crazy TV screen, running in a jerky manner.

Seeing Ning Yan, Tang Junwen suddenly shouted:

"Run! This is violent anger!"

Angry?

Ning Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

The ordinary peak of Qi Gathering could no longer satisfy him.

He had long wanted to test the power of anger.

Now that we have run into each other on the spot, is there any better opportunity than this?
"Looking at the tragic scene in the village today, I am deeply traumatized and I know I won't be around for long."

"Near death, it's too damn limited!"

The powerful vital energy suddenly penetrated his arms, mixed with his own mind, and spurted out rapidly.

"Brother Tang, get down!"

The invisible air currents merged into one, turning into a solid wall that pressed down fiercely!

For a moment, Tang Junwen felt that the entire space was locked. In shock, he fell to the ground reflexively according to Ning Yan's reminder.

In an instant, it felt as if a mountain torrent rumbled over my back, instantly tearing all the clothes behind me into pieces and causing waves of knife-like pain in my back.

At this moment, the man in green who was chasing closely seemed to have realized something was wrong. He suddenly opened his arms and crossed them in front of him, his skin faintly turning dark, iron-like.

There was a "boom" explosion.

The man in green was thrown backwards as if he were hit by a huge rock, and his legs plowed deep grooves in the earth and rocks.

"Tick."

"Tick."

Strands of blood dripped from his arms.

The arms that were used to block the attack were covered in blood, and white fascia could even be seen in some places.

But soon, with the gathering of vital energy and the contraction of muscles, the blood stopped dripping, and even the skin and flesh began to tighten inward.

Faintly, only a few long bloody wounds remained on the arm.

Such a serious injury was stopped in an instant.

However, his aura seemed to have weakened a lot, and he fell directly from the violent state, and was still continuing to fall.

The man in blue wept and cried:
"Junior sister, you hurt me, how could you be so rough——"

"boom!"

A punch landed, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)