Chapter 216 Dreams and Art

"After completely digesting the devoured soul, the commander can act at will. In the matter of devouring souls, the commander must be cautious and not greedy. With the current strength of the commander's soul, it is impossible to withstand the impact of a large number of dead souls.

What he thought in his heart was completely known by 2020.

It's okay to know it. 2020's words made Li Meng feel a lot more relieved. Finally, he didn't have to be a monk.

Turning and leaving the balcony, Li Meng returned to the practice room.

As the door behind him closed, the practice room became quiet again, silent.

Sitting cross-legged on the cushion Li Meng fell into deep thought.

What can I do to concentrate?

He couldn't practice driving things anymore, because once his mental power was released, the souls of the dead would be sucked in. There were more than 10,000 people in Black Flag City. Although the advanced technology had saved the citizens of Black Flag City from being tortured by illness, there were many elderly and frail people, and some people died naturally every day.

Once the souls of the dead were devoured by Li Meng, and once it exceeded the limit that Li Meng could bear, it would be a bit bad.

Thinking of this, Li Meng shook his head helplessly.

Being strong is not necessarily a good thing, because once you become strong, you will be troubled by more troubles, unlike before when his spiritual power was still weak, he didn't have to worry about these problems at all.

Unlike now, he is just a big light bulb. Once he uses spiritual power, all the souls that should have been swallowed by the subspace will be attracted.

What should I do?

What can I do to concentrate?

With a frown, Li Meng fell into deep thought.

"I got it..."

His eyes lit up, and Li Meng found a way to concentrate.

Li Meng has liked painting since he was a child. When he was a child, his family was poor and he stole the teacher's chalk paintings. When he grew up, he had to choose a promising major because of poverty and gave up his dream.

Li Meng always thought that he had the cells of an artist because he liked a quiet environment.

After getting a job, Li Meng would also paint some ink paintings in his spare time to satisfy his fantasy of being an artist.

Since God gave him a second chance, let him realize his dream.

Thinking of this, Li Meng said: "Intelligent brain, bring me a set of oil painting tools. Is it difficult to get the materials? "

The blue light flickered, and the bust of the "intelligent brain" appeared in the air in front of Li Meng.

"Pigments can be synthesized from minerals. Currently, 23 different colors of pigments can be synthesized. Other equipment is not difficult. Please wait..."

The blue light flickered, and the intelligent brain disappeared again.

Li Meng did not wait long. About half an hour later, the elevator door opened, and a soldier of the Imperial Guard came in with a wooden suitcase in his hand. It was not small, about 1.2 meters long and 1 meter wide.

Taking the suitcase from the soldier, Li Meng said: "Go..."

The soldier turned around and left, and Li Meng also crossed his legs. Sitting on the futon, he opened the suitcase.

It turned out that the suitcase was a folding drawing board with a folding stand at the back, which was very small and exquisite.

There was also a paint box inside. Li Meng opened it and took a look. The colors were quite complete, and the missing colors could be synthesized with other colors.

There was also a scroll, the material was very good, it felt very comfortable and cool.

Li Meng stood up and moved the oil painting tools to the balcony.

He set up the stand and drawing board, cut the drawing paper with a painting knife, and stood in front of the drawing board. Li Meng held the palette in his hand, looking at the city below and the scenery in the distance, and calculated how many colors he needed.

Perhaps it was because Because of his strong spiritual power, all his memories of ink painting were dug out. With just one look, Li Meng got the answer to how many colors he needed.

In less than ten minutes, Li Meng had mixed the required colors.

Holding the palette in his left hand and the brush in his right hand, Li Meng started painting on the drawing board. He was like a god, and every stroke and every painting was exactly the same as what he thought in his mind. Li Meng's attention was completely focused.

From time to time, he looked up at the city below and the scenery in the distance, and then lowered his head to paint on the drawing board.

Time passed bit by bit. After an unknown period of time, Li Meng let go with a deep breath. Put down the brush.

Finished...

Take a step back and look at the ink painting on the drawing board. Li Meng is very satisfied.

What is drawn on the drawing board is a scene that Li Meng saw. The huge energy tower in the distance and the huge fireball of the energy tower are vividly painted on the drawing paper. The dark clouds in the sky, the wasteland, the city, and the mountains in the distance are all so real, as if they were taken by a photo.

Of course, no matter how real it is, there is still a certain gap from the real scene.

But the feeling of the painting is different from the photos taken by the camera, giving people a strong sense of art.

"2020, how long has it been?"

In my mind, the voice of 2020 sounded.

"6 hours and 19 minutes, You Lan came, but was sent away by the intelligent brain with an excuse."

More than six hours?

2020's answer scared Li Meng. He was so absorbed that he didn't notice the passage of time at all, as if only a little time had passed.

Li Meng said in his heart: "Is it useful? ”

2020: “When painting, the commander’s mind is highly concentrated and his mental state is very stable. During the painting process, the assimilation speed increases tenfold, and the commander should feel it.”

After hearing what 2020 said, Li Meng felt it, and the whole person felt a lot more relaxed. His mind was no longer in the confused and fanciful state before. Those weird memories seemed to disappear, and no longer poured out of his mind on their own, torturing his will.

After thinking about it, Li Meng asked: "In the future, before painting, release mental power to devour the souls of the dead, and then assimilate them through painting. 2020, is this feasible?"

2020: "With the current soul strength of the commander, up to five souls can be devoured at the same time. It will be very dangerous if it exceeds this number. In the painting state, it takes about five hours to assimilate three souls. Commander, you must control this speed yourself."

Five hours to assimilate three souls, Li Meng is already very satisfied with this efficiency. It seems that painting is very useful.

After sorting out the oil painting tools, Li Meng returned to the practice room with satisfaction.

"Intelligent brain, inform 666 that she will stay by my side and be responsible for these painting tools. Since painting is useful, we can't stay in the practice room all the time. We have to go out and find some scenery that is meaningful for painting."

You can't paint a place twice. You have to paint from different angles. This is the sense of art.

With that, Li Meng walked towards the direction of the elevator.

After staying in the practice room for so long and not even having lunch, Li Meng was a little hungry.