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Yan Jin, who took the art postgraduate entrance examination twice in her previous life, traveled through time with her mind full of world-famous paintings.
Others know the sea of ​​​​cognition and the sword intention, but in his sea of ​​​​knowledge lies a creation pen that can draw all things, and a scroll of Spring and Autumn pictures that can "The cicadas sing in the Spring and Autumn, and the young man returns". When he was nine years old, he painted a naked man, and all the ladies in the capital were deeply involved in it; when he was eighteen years old, he painted a thunderstorm and the dark clouds were so frightened that he turned his head and knocked the Danzong next door upside down; when he was twenty years old, it was even more outrageous. He painted a second-dimensional wife for his natal magic weapon, and the spirit of the weapon danced on the sword every day.
"Abstract? This is the deconstruction of the avenue!" Yan Jin dipped in cinnabar and painted cyberpunk graffiti on the Hehuan Sect's mountain-protecting formation, and used Pythagorean composition rules to deconstruct the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
When the twisted lines tore open the sea of ​​blood in the underworld, and when the whirlpool swept away the Penglai Island, the entire world of cultivation finally realized that this madman who painted the Mona Lisa with a violent expression might be the biggest bug in heaven.
Until that night when the blood moon was in the sky, everything he cherished was carbonized into ashes in the fire of karma.
It turns out that ink painting can't save the people who care, so let's pave the way to hell and let the sunflowers live forever in the flames of the burning sky. Yan Jin broke the pen of creation and splashed the Cthulhu totem on the projection of the heavens: "Isn't it said that art comes from pain? Today I will paint all the pain of three thousand worlds -"
This time he will dip in the blood of immortals and paint all the bugs of three thousand avenues - prove the truth with abstraction, and become the king with absurdity!