The Hardest Thing to Describe in Painting Is the Spirit

Chapter 720: The Difficulty of Painting Is the Spirit

"What exactly is the so-called martial arts and martial soul?"

Qin Mu looked at the descendants of the gods around him. These people indeed had a bearing and momentum different from ordinary people, and a spirit of moving forward and breaking through all obstacles.

This is different from the spirit of the times that is as fierce as fire and oil is boiling in the supernatural masters of Yankang Kingdom.

Although the supernatural masters of Yankang are also brave and aggressive, their temperament and spirit are agile and changeable, like boiling oil, each bubble has a different color. That is the spirit given to them by the era of reform, with a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending.

The spirit of these descendants of gods is not the spirit of the times, but the spirit of martial artists.

This spirit is not like the butcher's great knife skills, nor like the village chief's smart and restrained swordsmanship, nor like Granny Si's clever and eccentric supernatural powers. It is different from the deaf man's talent shrunk in the painting, different from the blind man's insight into everything and unrestrained, and different from the mute's fire hidden in the volcano's furnace.

They are like ascetic monks, like Ma Ye who has not yet attained Buddhahood.

Qin Mu's eyes lit up.

Yes, just like Lord Ma!

Master Ma from Canlao Village.

At that time, Master Ma was stern and serious, and he was very serious about everything. Qin Mu learned his seriousness and concentration from him.

Although Ma Ye's body was standing straight, he gave people a feeling of carrying a heavy load, as if he was carrying a Mount Sumeru on his back, and the mountain was pressing on him.

This pressure became his motivation.

Of course, pressure can only become motivation if it does not cause you to collapse. If the pressure is too great, it will crush you.

Ma Ye was once overwhelmed for a period of time, but after Qin Mu came to Canlao Village, he was able to withstand the pressure and continue to move forward courageously.

These young descendants of the gods in the Douniu Heavenly Palace, like Master Ma, are also a group of warriors under tremendous pressure.

However, their pressure was not Mount Sumeru, but the despair of their race’s divine bridge being completely severed, the divine bridge realm completely non-existent, and being unable to cultivate into the divine realm.

This despair will turn into motivation, forcing them to move forward and find a solution.

It will also become a mountain that crushes them and completely destroys their spiritual will.

"It's a warrior!"

Qin Mu's eyes became brighter and brighter, revealing a hint of a smile: "Once upon a time, I had not cultivated my magical powers, and I was also such a warrior. But after opening the Spirit Embryo Divine Treasure, I gradually forgot this spirit."

Warrior is the name given to those who have not yet embarked on the path of cultivation. Warriors can only use low-level means such as fists and weapons. When Ma Ye was in Canlao Village, he was also a warrior. His fighting skills style used his own physical body to achieve the effect of supernatural powers, and it was even more powerful and fiercer!

Finally, everyone began to enter the South Heaven Gate. Qin Mu stood still. He didn't quite understand the meaning of Wu Dou Tian Shi asking them to enter the South Heaven Gate. What does entering the Tao through martial arts have to do with entering the Heavenly Palace?

Under the Nantian Gate, a woman suddenly groaned. Her bones and tendons were broken by the immensely heavy pressure. She suddenly became a lot shorter and was pressed to the ground, vomiting blood!

Another young man was walking when suddenly his leg bone broke.

Some people's bodies had small holes bursting out, and blood gushed out like a stream.

Some people suddenly vomited blood, and their internal organs burst under the enormous pressure!

The others seemed to be carrying a South Gate of Heaven. Some were pressed so hard that their bodies kept shrinking. They moved forward under the pressure. Every time they took a step, the pressure suddenly increased, crushing them to less than five feet tall.

As they continued to move forward, their bodies became smaller and smaller, and soon they were reduced to less than a foot in height.

Some people were crushed and knelt on the ground, supporting themselves with their hands, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. Then their arms could no longer support the pressure of the Nantianmen and their arm bones broke.

More people shouted loudly, punched and kicked vigorously, and used their physical bodies and supernatural powers to resist the pressure from Nantianmen. Their fists and feet were like axes that split the sky, splitting the pressure and moving forward step by step.

Qin Mu frowned and looked at the South Heaven Gate in doubt. Could this gate really be the gate to the Emperor's throne? Was the pressure there so strong that only a true God could withstand it?

How could a person with supernatural powers at the level of life and death withstand such strong pressure?

If it is the South Gate of Heaven of the Emperor, perhaps only a true God would have the strength to cross it. If one does not become a true God, he will be crushed or even killed!

It's impossible for Wu Dou Tian Shi to eliminate them using this method, right?

"The rune mark on the South Gate of Heaven has not fully lit up."

Qin Mu observed and found that the texture patterns on the South Heaven Gate were lit up for less than 1%, which meant that the pressure was far from reaching the level of a true god.

Apparently, the martial arts master also knows his limits.

Although these gods have been walking for a long time, the South Gate of Heaven is too high and too wide, and they have not yet walked half the distance. Obviously, as the pressure increases, this gate alone will eliminate most of the gods.

Qin Mu took off his clothes, bare-chested, tied up his trouser legs, and said with a smile: "Long Pang, you don't have to go in. Just keep an eye on my clothes for me."

He handed all his clothes and the gluttonous bag to Long Qilin, and left unarmed.

Long Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, took the clothes, and said, "Master, don't you need the sword pill?"

"Need not!"

Qin Mu let out a low shout, raised one hand and lowered the other, and a green dragon pattern appeared on his back, gradually transforming into a large green dragon. The green dragon flew out of his body and coiled around his flesh.

He stretched his body again, his muscles and bones crackling, the green dragon dissipated, and a white tiger pattern appeared behind him. A white tiger leaped out from behind him and roared in the mountains.

He stretched one leg back and bent the other leg, the pattern of Black Tortoise emerged, and a giant turtle with a dragon head and a tortoise body rose under his feet. He stepped on the Black Sea, with a thousand-winged Teng Snake wrapped around his body, looking ferocious and vicious.

Qin Mu opened his arms, the Black Tortoise dissipated, flames shot up into the sky behind him, the Vermillion Bird spread its wings and flew up from the flames, and fire spread everywhere.

"I'm going to pick up the spirit of martial arts and fight my way in!"

He abandoned all distractions, forgot all supernatural powers, forgot his swordsmanship, forgot all external disputes and troubles, forgot Yankang, and let his spirit return to his childhood, to the time of hard training in Canlao Village, to the time of hard training with Master Ma, the blind man, and the butcher.

At that time, he followed the old men in the village to strengthen his body, and in his spare time he herded cattle and played the bamboo flute.

His mind became extremely simple, as if he had turned into the cowherd boy again, yet he was different.

In the past, his mind was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, but now, after going through all kinds of hardships and dangers, he has calmed down his mind.

On his neck, the wisdom beads given to him by Indra Buddha suddenly scattered, one by one, and every time one fell off, a new one was formed.

That is the pearl of wisdom formed by his own wisdom.

Each wisdom bead is the size of an egg, round and transparent, flowing continuously around his neck, as if they could reflect people's hearts.

Qin Mu strode into the Nantian Gate. As soon as he entered, he felt an invisible pressure pressing down on him, making his bones crack.

The pressure on the physical body is relatively mild, but the pressure on the soul is the most ferocious!

Qin Mu shouted loudly, activating the Three Dan Techniques of Tyrant Body, resisting the pressure and moving forward.

The further he went, the greater the pressure became. Qin Mu could hear dragon roars coming from his body. Those were the Eight Sounds of the Ancestral Dragon. The dragon roars vibrated, driving his blood and energy to flow throughout his body.

He had already caught up with the first wave of people who had fallen to the ground, and he lifted them up, throwing them out of the Nantian Gate one by one. He couldn't bear to let them stay under the Nantian Gate, where they would be crushed to death.

The pressure became heavier and heavier, and the blood and energy around Qin Mu overflowed and became thicker and thicker.

His blood and energy were almost violent, turning into a surging torrent behind him, but his eyes were becoming brighter and brighter.

Behind him, the torrent of energy and blood sometimes turned into a blue dragon with rumbling thunder, sometimes turned into a black tortoise with waves in the black sea, sometimes turned into a red bird with raging flames, and sometimes turned into a white tiger, fierce and ferocious.

Various strange visions changed behind him, helping him to cut through the waves and move forward bravely!

Finally, he caught up with the people in front of him. They had been crushed to the size of three-inch people, but even so, no one retreated and they continued to move forward.

Blood continued to gush out of their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, but they continued to withstand the pressure and tried to walk out of the Nantianmen.

Qin Mu was also pressed down to a height of only a foot. He took a step forward to walk in front of the crowd and suddenly laughed out loud, unrestrainedly: "It is the spirit that is hard to describe in painting!"

He shouted loudly using the Eight Sounds of the Ancestral Dragon and the Buddhist Sanskrit, walked forward shirtless, and chanted in a long voice: "How can I fulfill the wishes of the great sage! My wings are lighter than powder and thinner than silk, and I cannot bear to be pulled by the flowers!"

The people behind him listened attentively, and were unconsciously infected by his voice. The blood in their bodies surged, and they were connected with Qin Mu's spirit.

"If I believe that Brahma is not me, how can I turn death into heaven?"

Qin Mu lifted up the willow leaf between his eyebrows, and his body shook, revealing three heads and six arms. The three vertical eyes between his eyebrows shone with golden light, and the three faces were full of smiles. He laughed loudly and said, "The mountain moon enters the pine and the gold shatters. The river wind blows the water and the snow avalanches! Once I break through the gate of heaven, I will sit in the ancestral temple and laugh at the heroes!"

"Great!" A descendant of the gods was so excited that he couldn't help but shout.

His singing was heroic and unrestrained, integrating the spirit of everyone into one, and leading the descendants of the gods forward.

Everyone's spirits were connected, and with a united will, they actually managed to block the pressure from Nantianmen. The energy and blood behind them were like a vast ocean, and the sea of ​​blood was surging.

At this moment, the old farmer Qianniu had already arrived at the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Palace. When he was about to enter the palace, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked back and saw a bloody light from the South Heaven Gate rising straight into the sky, rushing into the Douniu Palace and shaking the stars!

The old farmer was surprised, watching this scene, he saw that under the Nantianmen, Qin Mu led everyone to stride forward, and everyone's bodies gradually grew taller, and their bodies became taller and taller, making the pressure from the Nantianmen have no effect on them!

"Master, this 107th generation descendant of Emperor Kaihuang seems to be quite remarkable."

Lao Niu spoke up and said, "He has a strong appeal and a heroic spirit, which is somewhat like the Kaihuang era. In the past, only a few people could pass through the South Heaven Gate, but now that he is here, there are probably dozens of people who can pass through the South Heaven Gate."

"Nantianmen is only the first test, the danger is still to come."

The old farmer had a blank expression on his face. He turned around and walked into Lingxiao Palace, saying, "You guard this section of Lingxiao Palace. I want to see if he can get in!"

The old ox stood up on its two hind legs, shook its body, and the blue dragon scales all over its body flowed. It laughed and said, "The master is bullying them. But if you don't defeat the master, who can ascend to the heavenly palace without a realm?"