How Am I Still Alive? Chapter 178

The inauguration ceremony of the Atrium Master is not difficult, it just needs to come up with a work of art that will satisfy the "God".

But the hardware premise of the second-order gardener branch occupation, which requires a large list of occupational requirements, is too exaggerated.

Lu Ping'an asked, this requires a very high level of "gardener" and "scholar", spatial ability, and a certain level of art. If you really learn from scratch, ordinary talent can be regarded as three years after ten years. The hardware requirements of the class occupation are gone.

A normal second-order only requires the accumulation and foundation of a single occupation, but what a master court teacher needs is the accumulation of "three occupations".

However, high requirements mean that this professional ability is a composite product of "multi-path" and "multi-professional", which means that it has a high demand and high ceiling for its own professional skills and professional abilities.

"The foundation goes a long way, this profession requires so much... Hope, don't let me down."

Along the way, Lu Ping'an prepared a lot, and finally gathered all the accessories at this time.

Finally, it is to complete the advanced ceremony.

Things have been lined up before, and now it's just laid out.

The first thing that hung up was a small painting. It was a "god statue" that Brother Guan helped him to get, and it was also a witness to the ceremony.

It was a fairly simple ink painting, with free and easy brushwork and freehand brushwork like splashing ink, which outlined the mountains and mountains.

The beautiful water, the magnificent mountains, the boundless green, and the ethereal spirit between the clouds and mists, the minimalist brushwork is impressive.

It's just that when Lu Ping'an got the painting, he looked at it for a long time and only asked one question.

"This is the statue of the immortal in the pavilion? But the question is, is the immortal?"

"In the pavilion."

Oh, in the pavilion? So you can't see the fairy?

"Oh, what about the pavilion?"

"On the bridge, by the lake."

"...Where's the bridge? Where's the lake?"

"The bridge is under the mountains, and the lake is at the source of the water"

"Under the mountain? I only saw the top of the mountain... Forget it, when I didn't ask, this is a freehand painting? It's really conscious..."

When he got this portrait, Lu Pingan really thought it was Senior Brother Guan joking.

However, it was later discovered that this is also the practice of this "Ting Zhongxian", and its portraits and idols cannot find its body.

Is this a taboo, or a quirk?

"Don't think about it, don't understand it, the gods of the art department, the more you try to find a logic for it, the faster you go crazy. Just feel it." The senior brother said so, but fortunately, the ceremony itself Pretty simple.

Lu Ping'an took a deep breath and took out an oil painting, which was his most satisfying work these days.

It was a graffiti-like landscape, and the whole world was only black, white, red and gold.

Black, is a living person, or a dead ghost.

White, is blank.

Red is tears and blood, and the boundless sea.

Gold is the only light in the composition, and it is the redemption from top to bottom.

"Redemption" is the name of this phrase, but Lu Ping'an prefers the less noble name - "Alive".

The black ghosts in **** are scrambling for the golden thread of redemption, trying to escape from the blood-filled boundless hell.

The golden lines were covered with all kinds of black, and the unlucky ones were constantly kicked down.

They are fighting for the possibility of "salvation", just like the wicked who were rescued by spider silk in Buddhist stories.

But at the end of the line, those "survivors" who came up through hard work cry helplessly, and a lot of red seeps from their eyes.

In the redeemed heaven, it seems to be white... but in fact, only "white" has turned into life, and black has turned into "blank", which is still a purgatory of cannibalism.

A large number of whites are fighting for the golden shackles, trying to escape back to hell.

Black and white, fighting each other over golden redemption, trying to fight their way to **** in each other's eyes.

Salvation, two-way reincarnation, boundless hell.

To live is all, this world, there is no heaven and redemption.

What is the difference between hell, heaven, and earth?

There is no doubt that the malice and irony in this painting are overflowing, and Lu Ping'an himself does not know when it was painted.

But since I came out and I am quite satisfied, I will use it to hand in my homework.

Lu Pingan put the painting in front of the portrait, and lit seven candles arranged according to the seven stars according to the requirements of the ceremony.

"Heaven, earth, things, spirits, gods, ghosts, and immortals, all of them can't help but be born. There are immortals in the white sea, and their names are self-concealed.

After worshipping the gods, Lu Pingan whispered the god's prayers.

The more he read, the faster, silently and wonderfully, he fell into a daze.

He looked at the portrait on the wall, inexplicably lost in confusion, the world in the painting seemed to be getting closer and clearer.

The mountain passed, turned one hill after another, and saw the secret realm among the mountains.

It is a small world among the mountains, with lakes, water and small stone pavilions by the lake.

The vision was drawn closer again, from the back to the front, from the distance to the near, Lu Ping'an saw the front of the pavilion, on the side of the lake.

There, an old man in a cape was fishing while drinking wine.

He suddenly raised his head and seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and put a hand directly on the void...

The next moment, Lu Ping'an's painting fell into his hands. He only glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction. He seemed to be smiling...

Lu Ping'an tried to observe more carefully and closely, but when he got close enough, he didn't see anything.

It was a piece of nothingness, and the place where the human head should be under the cloak was a black hole, an inexpressible object that absorbed light.

That outstretched hand is there, it is obviously... what is it? Lu Pingan found himself unable to express himself!

And the weirdest thing is that the void where the eyes should be, seems to be attracting to me......

"Lu Ping An!" The big cat screamed, causing Lu Ping to wake up.

"It's like a dog crawling, but it's interesting, very interesting." He whispered like a thunderbolt, but he chased after him, making Lu Ping'an dizzy.

[Ding, congratulations to the host...]

Before Lu Ping'an had time to check, everything in front of him had been completely distorted. The sky was the sea, the sea was the ground, the mountains were the wind, and the wind was the water. The borderlines of elements and rules were all distorted.

The violent stun directly hit him, and he accidentally crossed the boundary, and suffered the corrosion of powerful pollution, but the next moment, those pollutions became orderly again.

Under the guidance of "Gods", Lu Ping'an began to move towards the second-order directional transformation.

In the infinite mud, the young man sits cross-legged, and the twinkling twinkling is a strange cycle of reincarnation that is sometimes dim and turbid, and sometimes rational and calm.

And the compartments that are obviously very close, but it seems that nothing happened.

And this time "sleep", or transformation, completely baptized his body. He was dissolving and reorganizing. The body of all spirits became his cornerstone. When everything faded away~www.mtlnovel.com~ he has completely Qualitative transformation completed.

At this time, he had already woken up. Although his body was still unable to move, he was secretly glad that he was still alive.

After struggling for two full hours, Lu Ping'an always suspected that he had lost his mind... He knew that in order to be safe during the advancement, it was best to stay sensible and online throughout the process.

"Didn't you say that this kind of high-risk advancement will only appear after Level 3?" There is a risk of death and becoming a monster in advancement, but it stands to reason that Level 2 will not.

But obviously, Lu Ping's "secret way" is somewhat different.

His ritual process seemed normal, but Lu Ping'an always felt as if something went wrong.

At this time, Lu Ping'an had time to check the series of system prompts.

Just the beginning made him laugh with satisfaction.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully advancing to the advanced palm garden division (level 2 gardener). 】

[Comments on entry works (virtual personality of Ting Zhongxian): unqualified technique, qualified freehand brushwork, barely qualified comprehensively, looking forward to your future works, but you'd better visit the psychiatry next door regularly, only healthy body and mind can have healthy works ... Of course you don't have to go, I look forward to your work on giving up treatment. 】

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