Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 18 The Creator's Persistence
When this thought came to my mind, I suddenly felt the world was so vast!

The irritability in Li Zimo's heart disappeared, and a large amount of inspiration rushed down like a waterfall, allowing him to bathe in the ocean of inspiration.

With a sudden wave of his hand, the door of the room was slammed shut, and the fine rice paper floated in the air.

Afterwards, the four treasures of the study were ready. He picked up the brush filled with ink and threw it hard at the rice paper in front of him.

The ink was splashed down, and under the control of Li Zimo's exquisite soul, every drop of ink rushed to where it should go. After a dozen breaths, it fell layer by layer, splashing out a painting with a strong Taoist charm.

In the seven-foot-tall painting, an unknown practitioner stands with a sword in his hand, and in front of him are billions of evil demons.

Although we are outnumbered, the back of the nameless monk is as strong as a mountain, like a stabilizing force in front of the black sea of ​​evil demons, making people feel extremely calm.

Although it was just a casual effort, Li Zimo had already displayed the charm of the nameless cultivator, and the effect was several times better than Lin Yuan's original version.

Just looking at the painting, Li Zimo frowned.

Too ordinary!

In his mind, the nameless monk should be calmer and more selfless.

He is the last hope of righteousness, so his appearance cannot be so clean, and his weapons should not be so neat.

He has to be dirty.

These dirt are not filth, but his honor, the proof of his survival through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the indispensable weight of his life.

Reaching out and pulling, he pulled the ink out of the rice paper and then started to draw again.

The nameless monk in the new painting looks rather embarrassed.

His robe was already tattered and his magic weapon was covered with scratches, but his expression was still firm, like a copper pea that could not be broken or cooked, looking firmly into the distance.

Compared with the previous one, this painting has a stronger Taoist charm, and the temperament of the nameless monk is more outstanding. Just by looking at the other person, people will be stunned by his demeanor and understand that this person has countless stories.

If an ordinary monk could draw such a painting, he would be proud of it.

But Li Zimo didn't.

He looked at the painting in front of him critically, then shook his head in dissatisfaction.

Still average.

He killed his comrade, leaving him with an orphaned child. How could such an ordinary painting be used to commemorate him?

continue!

At this moment, Li Zimo was completely immersed in painting.

It was as if he was touching a paintbrush for the first time. Painting was no longer a tool for breakthrough, but a channel for him to express his emotions.

The despair that had accumulated before burst out at this moment, allowing his painting skills to continue to improve and move towards a higher level.

He felt as if time had stopped, all the sounds around him had disappeared, the whole world was silent, and there was only his paintbrush.

He kept drawing and revising, and every time he redrawn his work his skills improved by leaps and bounds, allowing him to constantly break through himself and reach a higher level.

I don't know how long it was before he stopped.

At this time, Li Zimo became thinner, but his eyes were unusually bright.

He took a few steps back, distanced himself from his new work, and then began to appreciate his most satisfying work.

Although only a few strokes are used, the nameless monk comes to life on the paper, perfectly displaying his charm and temperament.

The vigorous vitality jumps on the paper, but behind that vigorous vitality lies extreme forbearance and restraint.

The complex emotions allow people to feel the despair in his body, as well as the tenacious hope that remains after being struck by despair countless times.

And it is this hope that is the most precious part of the entire game, and it was also the most powerful weapon for the righteous to fight against the evil.

No matter who you are, as long as you have played "Survivor", after seeing this painting, you will definitely believe that this is the protagonist and will not accept any rebuttal.

The moonlight of history shines into reality at this moment, and the sacrifices of the past are reproduced at this moment through the characters in the game, giving this painting an inexplicable charm.

Li Zimo let out a long breath, and felt that his heart knot had been untied. Sitting weakly on the chair, he tilted his head and looked at the painting, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

His body was extremely tired, but his soul was cheering.

This is no longer a painting.

This is atonement.

It was his atonement for his arrogance.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, a new idea came to his mind.

The grace of the unknown person cannot be witnessed by oneself alone!

Other disciples are also qualified to see this person's style and admire the style of this outstanding person together.

So, how can we let more people see it?
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to the bamboo slips beside him.

Although he still wants to play "Survivor", after drawing the most satisfying masterpiece of his life, his desire to play games has decreased, and it has been replaced by another desire.

He hopes to display his works through channels, hoping that other people can see his paintings and get that wonderful feeling.

Thinking of this, he picked up the bamboo slips.

"I didn't play "Survivor", I just wanted to add a little content here, and I didn't break my oath."

After preparing himself mentally, Li Zimo directly pulled out the spells from the bamboo slips and looked at them one by one.

Although he was not as good as Master Wang, Li Zimo was also a half-step golden elixir cultivator. He quickly classified the spells in "Survivors of the Righteous Path" and found the spell for placing illusions.

After carefully studying this part, Li Zimo found that this place was quite ingeniously done.

In order to save space on the bamboo slips, Fangwai cropped the pictures on purpose. Many pictures were reused and stretched repeatedly where possible, using small-volume techniques to create a huge visual effect.

After roughly studying the principles of these techniques, Li Zimo became more and more impressed by the mysterious Fangwai.

"This Mr. Fang Wai is truly a remarkable man. He can actually achieve such a powerful effect by combining illusions. I used to think that he was not good at painting, but now it seems that it was a necessary sacrifice for the sake of capacity."

Although he understood, Li Zimo did not stop.

He carefully studied the principles behind it, trying to understand its intentions, then pulled out various illusions, constantly optimized and replaced them, and added his own paintings into them bit by bit.

Adjusting the size of various resources, he tried little by little and continued to experiment.

And when he finally put the picture in, he looked at the brand new game illusion and his heart was filled with strong emotions.

I did it!
Compared with the previous version, the "Survivors of the Righteous Path" after his modification has become more gorgeous.

He made use of all the capacity in the bamboo slips, and the exquisite graphics brought the quality of the game to a higher level, making it look more fun.

Restraining his urge to play, Li Zimo secretly said what a pity.

Although he put his own paintings in, he still had to make a lot of choices due to the limited capacity of the bamboo slips.

If there were more advanced bamboo slips, or even the jade slips used by immortal masters, the quality of the game would surely be higher.

What's even more unfortunate is that he can't play such a good game.

He can't play!

I really shouldn't have sworn that oath!

But it’s okay, even though I can’t play, I can let other disciples play.

Rounding it off, it's equivalent to me having played it.

Li Zimo sighed and comforted himself, then copied the contents of the bamboo slips several times.

With these replicas, he hurried away, ready to let others taste them.

Thanks to Mr. Suiyuan for giving 100 points of reward, thank you.

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(End of this chapter)