Chapter 178

The Pendulum had learned painting.

As a famous beauty of her generation, painting was one of her basic talents. Although most of her memories from before her death had been lost, the foundation of painting remained, just as the songstress flower still retained her singing skills.

The round and bright Pendulum clung to the back of Li Banfeng's hand, teaching Li Banfeng composition stroke by stroke. Li Banfeng learned painting skills for a whole night, and by dawn, he could at least draw a human figure.

From the perspective of sketching basics, this painting had a certain sense of perspective and three-dimensionality, and the body proportions basically met the standards of a normal person.

Li Banfeng concentrated his mind and dripped a drop of blood onto the painting. The blood spread rapidly on the drawing paper, and the paper surface quickly folded and bent. A thin-bodied woman slowly walked out of the drawing paper.

The height was a bit small, less than a foot tall.

Does it count as a beauty?

Li Banfeng stared at the woman for a moment, found a piece of cloth, and covered her face.

Although he drew it himself, he couldn't bear to keep looking.

The Pendulum comforted him from the side: "Depicting appearance isn't something that can be learned overnight. The master has great natural talent; if you study more in the future, you will definitely be able to draw a stunning beauty."

"How long will it take to study?"

"I don't remember that, it should take two or three years."

"Two or three years?"

This meant that within two or three years, Li Banfeng wouldn't be able to master the fourth-floor technique at all.

Seeing Li Banfeng a bit annoyed, the Pendulum didn't dare to speak.

Whoosh~

The record player spat out a puff of steam, like a sigh: "Oh, husband, what the Blood-Stained Pendulum taught you is Western painting technique. This painting technique is not easy to learn; two or three years isn't long, you are just too impatient."

"Although it's a bit ugly, let's try this first." Li Banfeng went out with the foot-tall woman to find a suitable opponent for her.

He chose a sensitive plant.

Similar to ordinary sensitive plants, this sensitive plant would also fold its leaves when startled, but its strength was slightly greater, capable of tearing the skin and flesh of ordinary people.

Li Banfeng ordered the foot-tall girl: "Go pick that sensitive plant and bring it back."

The foot-tall girl stood still.

"Grass, that grass, bring the grass back, do you know what grass is?"

Li Banfeng gestured and spoke, spending a lot of effort before the girl finally understood Li Banfeng's meaning and wobbled toward the sensitive plant.

"This isn't even as good as the clay figure I molded; at least the clay figure could understand after being told once."

The Pendulum explained: "Master, when you were drawing, you only drew long hair for her, but didn't draw ears."

"The ears were covered by long hair, do they still need to be drawn separately?"

"I don't understand the reason for this either, perhaps they should be drawn."

"When I molded the clay figure, I didn't make ears either."

"I remember the master used a toothpick to poke holes on both sides..."

Rip~

While the two were still talking, the foot-tall girl had already been torn to shreds by the sensitive plant.

Li Banfeng retrieved the remains of the foot-tall girl and placed them in the Suishenju. Before long, the remains turned into a pile of shredded paper with some bloodstains on it.

This meant that the foot-tall girl had completely lost signs of life, and the beauty Li Banfeng had spent a night making had failed again.

Seeing Li Banfeng's dejected expression, the record player comforted him: "Husband, the fourth-floor technique is inherently difficult to learn; to achieve this level overnight is already quite an accomplishment."

Li Banfeng was very unconvinced: "If this were in the Outer Continent, let alone this kind of paper person, even the kind made of rubber would be available in abundance if you wanted to buy one!"

"What kind made of rubber?" The Lady didn't quite understand Li Banfeng's meaning, "Husband, if you want to buy, that won't work; the beauty must be made by hand, this is the foundation of the technique."

"I'm a residential cultivator, and I have to learn painting and molding clay; doesn't that make me a craft cultivator?"

Choo-choo~

The record player laughed: "A residential cultivator doesn't seek to be proficient in everything, but must be familiar with everything. The official will know later that there are still many things to learn."

This actually fits the characteristics of a shut-in, knowing a little bit about everything.

Li Banfeng took out paper and pen and continued to learn painting.

He only had one fountain pen, which he bought from Feng's Grocery Store. He drew for a whole night last night, and the nib had already split.

The fountain pen couldn't be used anymore; what else could be used?

Li Banfeng brought over the Judge's Pen.

"Don't..." the Judge's Pen spoke; he was too lazy to accompany Li Banfeng in painting, but also too lazy to say another word.

Li Banfeng was also too lazy to listen to his nagging, dipped it in ink, and started drawing directly.

The Judge's Pen is a weapon, and the nib is very sharp; touching the paper surface would tear it immediately.

The record player advised: "Official, take a rest; this object isn't useful either. Wait until you buy some good paper and pens before studying further."

Li Banfeng was stubborn and wouldn't listen to anyone's advice. He held the Judge's Pen, controlled his strength, and drew the beauty stroke by stroke.

After drawing for a while, Li Banfeng was too lazy to draw.

Not only was he too lazy to draw, he was too lazy to do anything.

"Hmph!" The Judge's Pen sneered.

Just one sound.

This is the cost of the Judge's Pen.

When Li Banfeng used it to fly over the Iron Wire River, he should have paid the cost.

But so much time had passed, and the Judge's Pen had been too lazy to collect the cost.

Now that Li Banfeng was forcing the Judge's Pen to draw, the Judge's Pen collected the cost.

For the next half day, no matter what Li Banfeng did, he would feel lazy.

Ma Wu sat on the plot, quietly looking at the pocket watch in his hand.

In another half day, the land reclamation would be over.

Little Xiao Genzi sat beside him, looking at the scars all over Ma Wu's body.

It was said that they were emotionally involved, but those Centipede mother and daughter were not human; they couldn't be too gentle with Ma Wu.

When he first met the Centipede Girl, Little Xiao Genzi only felt it was absurd; the second time he met the Centipede Mother, Little Xiao Genzi understood one thing: Ma Wu was truly fighting for his life.

He was fighting to reclaim land, and he was also fighting to cultivate; this was his intention in coming to the New Land.

Seeing Ma Wu's perseverance, Little Xiao Genzi was very impressed.

Young Master Wu is a person who can accomplish great things.

Little Xiao Genzi chose the best sect and also chose the best boss; he firmly believed that he could also achieve some success!

The two stared at the pocket watch together, waiting for the land reclamation to succeed. In the darkness, there was a rustling sound of crawling.

Little Xiao Genzi picked up his spoon and shouted angrily: "Who is it?"

"Hehehe, young man, you're quite interesting."

Upon hearing this voice, Ma Wu began to tremble all over.

Before coming to the New Land, he had made many preparations; he knew how dangerous this trip was, and he also knew what he had to face.

But there was one thing he didn't want to face.

In Puluo Province, if a name were mentioned that could make Li Banfeng and Ma Wu tremble at the same time, that name was not He Haiqin, not Chu Huaijun, nor was it the powerhouses of great families like Monkey Qiu.

They had seen some scenes, and even had varying degrees of contact with big figures like Green Water Beggar, Yao Lao, Feng Daiku, and Pan Dehai.

But if Madam Bagworm Moth were mentioned, even if Li Banfeng were here, he would only think about running away; this was an existence that had truly made them step into hell.

A Madam Bagworm Moth, wriggling her fat body, arrived at the edge of the plot.

Different from the Madam Bagworm Moth encountered before, this Madam Bagworm Moth's face was younger, and by human standards, she should be around thirty.

And don't say, her face was quite pretty.

But no matter how pretty, Ma Wu couldn't stand up.

Seeing Ma Wu didn't dare to face the enemy, Little Xiao Genzi took his spoon and sprinkled a patch of golden juice toward Madam Bagworm Moth first.

Although Madam Bagworm Moth had a fat body, she wasn't clumsy at all.

She easily dodged the golden juice and stared at Little Xiao Genzi's spoon for a long time.

"Little doll, you threw this thing at me? You really made me angry."

According to the Land Deity's test rules, aliens in the New Land must enter the plot boundary before they can make a move.

But Madam Bagworm Moth didn't come for the test.

She is a wandering monster; she doesn't need to follow the rules of land reclamation.

Madam Bagworm Moth waved her antennae and hit Little Xiao Genzi directly.

She doesn't like killing people, only likes playing with people, but this blow was enough to take Little Xiao Genzi's life.

The bucket behind Little Xiao Genzi suddenly turned to his front, blocking this blow for Little Xiao Genzi.

This is a gold cultivation first-floor technique, Golden Bucket Protection.

The golden bucket carried on the back will help the cultivator block attacks.

Although this blow blocked Madam Bagworm Moth's antennae, Little Xiao Genzi still flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and lost consciousness.

Madam Bagworm Moth rushed into the plot angrily, preparing to torture Little Xiao Genzi.

Ma Wu stood in front of Little Xiao Genzi, blocking Madam Bagworm Moth.

"Little brother, what do you want to do again?" Madam Bagworm Moth looked Ma Wu up and down.

Ma Wu restrained his body's trembling, stared at the bagworm moth, and looked for a full two minutes.

Madam Bagworm Moth's gaze softened; Ma Wu's talent played a role.

"Little brother, do you want to play with sister?"

Ma Wu nodded: "Yes, play."

Madam Bagworm Moth smiled: "Can you handle it?"

Ma Wu took a deep breath and said: "I can handle it!"

Madam Bagworm Moth laughed out loud and rushed toward Ma Wu.

Ma Wu gritted his teeth and also rushed toward Madam Bagworm Moth.

The Land Deity looked down at the plot from mid-air, unwilling to leave for a long time.

He was stunned.

This young man is only at the first floor, and he really dares to rush up?

Isn't this just courting death?

Why is this person so stubborn, why not give up this piece of land?

Madam Bagworm Moth and the Centipede mother and daughter are two different concepts.

Measured by human cultivation, the Centipede Girl is at the third floor, and the Centipede Mother is barely at the fourth floor.

This Madam Bagworm Moth is at the eighth floor, one of the most formidable alien monsters in the New Land.

Even if Ma Wu has the talent given to him by Feng Daiku, it's a free gift here at Madam Bagworm Moth's place.

The Land Deity lured Madam Bagworm Moth over to scare Ma Wu away.

But he didn't expect Ma Wu to rush toward Madam Bagworm Moth.

The Land Deity looked down at Ma Wu and sighed in admiration: "He is indeed a good man; he might be useful in the future."

Land reclamation testing is, after all, a test; it tests those who can take responsibility for a plot of land.

One mile of land, Ma Wu can take responsibility for it.

The Land Deity mobilized his mind and lent some power to Ma Wu.

Madam Bagworm Moth, who was laughing wildly, suddenly changed her expression.

"Little brother, you, you be slower..."

Five hours later, Little Xiao Genzi woke up.

Ma Wu was feeding him medicine; Little Xiao Genzi swallowed the medicine soup in his mouth and sat up.

Seeing Ma Wu covered in scars, his appearance almost unrecognizable, Little Xiao Genzi asked anxiously: "Young Master, where did that bug go just now? I'll fight her to the death!"

Ma Wu smiled: "She left."

Little Xiao Genzi was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Young Master, you won? I said it, you aren't afraid of that bug!"

He didn't know Madam Bagworm Moth's level and felt that Ma Wu won as a matter of course.

Ma Wu smiled bitterly and shook his head; he didn't even know how he won this battle.

Twice, he almost passed out, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Young Master, how much longer? Let's grit our teeth again, I estimate it's almost done."

Ma Wu didn't speak.

Little Xiao Genzi looked around and felt that the surroundings were much brighter.

He looked up at the sky and saw a halo of light.

"It's bright, there's daylight!" Little Xiao Genzi said with a face full of joy, "It's done, the New Land has been reclaimed!"

Ma Wu was smiling, and when he smiled, tears were swirling in his eyes.

The New Land has been reclaimed.

Ma Wu, relying on his own strength, reclaimed one mile of wasteland.

Little Xiao Genzi took out a signal flare and asked Ma Wu: "Should I tell Seventh Brother?"

Ma Wu nodded.

Little Xiao Genzi broke open the signal flare; today his luck was surprisingly good, and the first signal flare went off.

Li Banfeng was strolling in the wilderness; learning painting was really too difficult, not to mention that he would have to learn sculpture and pottery in the future. He was thinking of a shortcut, when suddenly he saw firelight flickering in mid-air.

Signal flare!

Something happened to Ma Wu!

Li Banfeng rushed toward the plot, and while running, he saw the halo in the sky.

The New Land has been reclaimed?

Li Banfeng took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

He was so busy learning the fourth-floor technique that he forgot the time; the three-day land reclamation period had already passed.

Li Banfeng ran faster and faster, and when he rushed to the edge of the plot, he saw Ma Wu, covered in scars, smiling at him.

The halo around the plot was gone; the New Land had really been reclaimed.

Li Banfeng walked into the plot, looked at Ma Wu, and they laughed together.

"Brother!" Ma Wu shouted hoarsely, "I did it!"

"You did it! Well done!" Li Banfeng shouted loudly, and their laughter echoed in the wilderness for a long time.

The three of them spent half a day digging a well, Ma Wu lit a bonfire, and Li Banfeng drew a bucket of water, waiting for it to clear.

Little Xiao Genzi went off to cultivate with his bucket; they had been reclaiming land for three days, and now he had to hurry to replenish his golden juice.

The two sat around the fire, drank a few cups, and Ma Wu said to Li Banfeng: "Brother Li, how old are you this year?"

This stumped Li Banfeng; he was an orphan and didn't know his birthday. According to the time registered at the orphanage, it was roughly twenty-two years old this year.

"Let's say twenty-two."

Ma Wu said: "I'm twenty-three, one year older than you. Calling you Brother Li feels distant; can I call you Old Seven?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "Then I'll call you Old Five from now on."

"Uh..." Ma Wu thought Li Banfeng would call him Fifth Brother, but calling him Old Five was also fine.

"Old Seven, our brothers have struggled to this day, and I've always been a burden to you. Today, the wasteland has been reclaimed, and I feel I can be considered a useful person.

In the future, we will build houses on this territory, establish a foundation, do business, and increase our cultivation.

We each have our own methods; if we reclaim a few more plots, we will definitely be able to carve out a world!"

Li Banfeng had the same intention. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard an angry shout in his ear: "Bah! Two shameless people!"

The Land Deity appreciated Ma Wu, but hearing that these two still wanted to use this method to reclaim land, he couldn't suppress his anger, spat at them, and left.

A heavy rain fell, and the bonfire was extinguished.

The two picked up some dry firewood and were just about to light a fire when Li Banfeng's ears twitched, and he looked into the distance.

With the help of the Silk-Thread Earrings, he heard the sound of a giant object wriggling. The dry firewood in his hand fell to the ground, and Li Banfeng shouted: "Old Five, scatter blood!"

Madam Bagworm Moth is here!

Just hearing the sound of her wriggling made Li Banfeng unable to speak clearly.

This is the evil monster that once hurt the Lady!

Ma Wu stood in front of Li Banfeng, his expression calm: "Don't panic, leave it to me."

Li Banfeng said: "It was already left to you to deal with; this is your plot, hurry up and scatter blood!"

According to the Land Deity's contract, as long as Ma Wu scatters blood, it means seeking the Land Deity's protection. If Madam Bagworm Moth forces her way in, the Land Deity must protect Ma Wu.

But Ma Wu didn't intend to scatter blood.

He just stood at the edge of the plot, waiting for Madam Bagworm Moth to appear.

"Brother, I won't be a burden to you again!" Ma Wu's expression was extremely firm until Madam Bagworm Moth's body appeared in their line of sight.

Madam Bagworm Moth looked at Ma Wu, was stunned for a moment, her body trembled, and she retreated suddenly: "Little brother, I went to the wrong place; it's dark, I didn't see the road clearly.

I'm not here to find you, really not, I'm leaving now, leaving immediately..."

What's going on?

Watching Madam Bagworm Moth go away, Li Banfeng was confused.

What puzzled him even more was yet to come.

Ma Wu jumped up and landed on Madam Bagworm Moth's back.

Madam Bagworm Moth let out a miserable cry: "No, really no, it's really not possible today, little brother, I know I'm wrong, I really went the wrong way, please spare me..."

The power the Land Deity lent to Ma Wu had long been taken back; the current Ma Wu was not that powerful.

But Madam Bagworm Moth was very afraid; she shook her body and ran wildly in all directions, trying to shake Ma Wu off.

But Ma Wu sat very steadily and very calmly.

Watching the dust splashing in all directions, Li Banfeng stood in the plot, dumbfounded.

What on earth happened?

PS: This battle is very important to Ma Wu; he is Banfeng's brother, not Banfeng's burden.

Madam Bagworm Moth doesn't like killing people, but likes playing with people; this time she suffered.

(End of chapter)