How Am I Still Alive?

The inauguration ceremony of the master in the palm of the hand is not difficult, just need to come up with a work of art that satisfies the "god".

But the hardware prerequisites for the second-tier gardener branch occupation, and the large number of occupational requirements that need to be listed, are too exaggerated.

Lu Ping'an asked, this requires a very high level of "gardener" and "scholar", requires spatial ability, and also requires a certain level of art. If you really start learning from scratch, ordinary talent can be regarded as three years after ten years. The hardware requirements of the first-level occupations are up.

The normal second level actually only needs the accumulation and foundation of a single profession, while the palm master actually needs the accumulation of "three professions".

But the high requirements mean that this occupational ability is a composite product of "multi-channel" and "multi-occupation", which means that its own occupational skills and occupational abilities have high demand and high upper limit.

"The foundation is solid and we can go far. This profession requires so much hope. Don't let me down."

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

Finally, the advanced ceremony is completed.

Things were neatly arranged before, and now they are just arranged.

The first thing to hang up was a small painting, which was a "god statue" that senior brother Guan had brought for him, and it was also a witness of the ceremony.

It was a fairly simple ink painting, with free and easy brushwork, freehand brushwork like splashed ink, outlining mountains and mountains.

The beautiful water, the majestic mountains, the boundless green, and the ethereal spirit among the clouds and mist, the minimalist brushwork is impressive.

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

"Is this the statue of the fairy in the pavilion? But the question is, is it a fairy?"

"In the pavilion."

Oh, in the kiosk? 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 stacked mountains, and the lake is at the source of water"

"Under the mountain? I only saw the top of the mountain. Forget it, if I didn't ask, this is freehand painting? Really conscious"

When he got the portrait, Lu Pingan really thought it was senior brother Guan joking.

But it was later discovered that this is also the practice of this "immortal in the pavilion", and its portraits and idols cannot find its body.

What kind of taboo is this, or some quirk?

"Don't think about it, and don't try to understand it, the gods of the art department, the more you try to find a logic for it, the faster you will go crazy. It's enough to feel it." The brother said so godly, but fortunately, the ceremony itself Quite simple.

Lu Pingan 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 in four colors: 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 sentence, but Lu Pingan prefers the less noble name - "alive".

The black ghosts dreaming of hell are scrambling for the golden thread of salvation, trying to escape from the bloody endless hell.

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

They are vying for the possibility of "salvation", just like the villains redeemed by spider silk in Buddhist stories.

But at the end of the line, those "survivors" who had worked so hard to come up were crying helplessly, with a lot of red seeping from their eyes.

On the redeemed heaven, it looks like a piece of white, but in fact it is just that "white" has turned into life, and black has turned into "blank space". It is still a cannibalistic purgatory.

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

Black and white, fighting each other on the golden redemption, trying to fight for their own way, to go to hell in each other's eyes.

Redemption, two-way reincarnation, endless hell.

Alive is everything. In this world, there is no heaven and salvation.

What's the difference between hell, heaven, and the world?

There is no doubt that the malice and irony in this painting are overflowing, and Lu Pingan himself doesn't know when he drew it.

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

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

"Heaven, earth, things, spirits, gods, ghosts, and immortals all face each other. There are immortals in the Baihai, whose names are self-hidden, who carry Tai Chi, and are Xuanhua, hold mountains and seas, and fall into spring and autumn."

After worshiping the god and saluting, Lu Pingan recited the god's prayer in a low voice.

He read faster and faster, silently and strangely, he fell into a trance.

Looking at the portrait on the wall, he was inexplicably lost. The world in the painting seemed to be getting closer and clearer.

The mountains passed by, turned around one mountain after another, and saw the secret place among the mountains.

It is a small world among the mountains, with a lake and water and a small stone pavilion near the lake.

The field of vision was narrowed again, from the back to the front, from the distance to the approach, Lu Pingan saw the front of the pavilion, the side by the lake.

There, there was an old man in a cloak who was fishing while warming wine.

He suddenly raised his head, as if he sensed that someone was looking at him, and directly extended his hand to the void.

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

Lu Pingan tried to observe more carefully and closer, but when he got close enough, he couldn't see anything.

It was nothingness, where the head should be under the cloak, a black hole, the inexpressible that absorbs light.

That stretched out is a hand, that is obviously what it is? Lu Pingan found that he couldn't express it!

And the most weird thing is that the void where the eyes should be, seems to be attracted to him

"Lu Pingan!" The big cat's scream made Lu Pingan wake up suddenly.

"The brushwork is like a dog crawling, but it's interesting, very interesting." He whispered like thunder, but he chased after him, making Lu Pingan dizzy.

【Ding, congratulations to the host.】

Before Lu Pingan had time to check it, everything in front of him was completely distorted. The sky was the sea, the sea was the earth, the mountains were the wind, the wind was the water, and the boundaries of elements and rules were all distorted.

The severe dizziness hit him directly, and he accidentally crossed the boundary, and was corroded by powerful pollution, but the next moment, the pollution became orderly again.

Under the guidance of the "God", Lu Pingan began to move towards the second-order directional transformation.

In the infinite mud, the young man sat cross-legged, his pupils flickered with a weird reincarnation that was sometimes hazy and sane, and sometimes rational and calm.

But in the compartment that was obviously very close, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

But this time "sleep", or metamorphosis, completely baptized his body. He was dissolving and reorganizing. The body of all spirits became his cornerstone. When everything faded away, he had completely completed the qualitative change.

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 a full two hours, Lu Pingan always suspected that he had lost his mind. He knew that in order to be safe during the advancement, it was best to keep his mind online.

"Didn't it mean that this kind of high-risk advanced stage will only appear after the third stage?" There is a risk of death and turning into a monster in the advanced stage, but it stands to reason that the second stage is not possible.

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

The process of his ceremony seemed normal, but Lu Ping'an always felt that something went wrong.

At this time, Lu Pingan 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 palm gardener (level 2 gardener). 】

[Comments on entry work (Ting Zhongxian's virtual personality): Unqualified in technique, qualified in freehand brushwork, and barely qualified in general, looking forward to your future works, but you'd better visit the psychiatric department next door regularly, only healthy body and mind can produce healthy works Of course, it’s okay not to go, I look forward to the works of you giving up the treatment. 】