Chapter 290:

The jade stone that Yi Jiangnan is carving is not good. A thin and shallow jade belt traverses the left and right ends of the stone. The upper and lower ends are either black, gray, or dark green minerals. It looks very ugly. . The thin layer of jade belt is not good in texture, and there are many white spots in between, which cannot be used as jewelry.
To put it bluntly, this stone is actually a scrap of material that was cut by the calcifier when others were liberating the stone.
But Yi Jiangnan took a fancy at a glance, spent thousands of dollars to buy it, placed it in the studio, watched it during the day and at night, watched it for six years before he started carving, and then spent another three years before finally Make it look like it is today.
The thin and shallow jade belt was carved into a billowing river by Yi Jiangnan. The white dots in it became the Lingling waves on the river, and the black gray or dark green minerals at both ends were carved into A cluster of trees, with tall green pine, romantic weeping willow, and wild giant ficus.
If it wasn't for the first time, no one would believe that ugly scraps would eventually become such an exquisite work of art.
From a distance, it is a lifelike picture of a river; from a near distance, it is a real world. Closer, you can even smell a slight smell of water vapor and hear a roar of waves.
Lin Nianci looked at the picture in surprise, and the man who was carving it.
The terrifying aura was surging right in front of her eyes, making her almost pounce.
But not yet, she feels that the aura of this picture is still growing, and no one knows how wonderful it will be at the moment when it is actually completed, and how aura is overflowing and fortunate. It can be compared with any national treasure that has been circulating for thousands of years.
This man named Yi Jiangnan did not know what kind of miracle he was creating.
Lin Nianci's internal organs had rotted, and a stinky blood poured into her throat, but she swallowed hard. Her skin bladder continued to age, and her deep wrinkles covered her otherwise beautiful face, making her anxiety increase every minute and every second.
She walked aside and sat down swayingly, her red eyes staring at the river and river like a hungry beast, staring at her prey.
However, Yi Jiangnan didn't feel her gaze at all, and didn't even know her existence.
He put all his body and mind and even his soul into this creation.
Three days later, he put down his tools and stared intently at this magnificent picture, and his eyes gradually burst into wet tears.
Nine years later, he finally carved out the magnificent mountains and rivers in his mind, and he also integrated his own efforts into a masterpiece. He slowly backed away, hooked his lips, and smiled happily.
However, this smile lasted for only a moment and turned into panic and disbelief.
He saw a pair of hands as thin as dead branches covering his work, and then did not know what the other party did. This river and river map turned into ashes in his eyes.
It really turned into ashes, not an exaggerated rhetorical technique. His leather shoes were even covered up by this layer of white ash.
He turned to look at the master with both hands, and asked in a daze, "What did you do with this picture?"
Lin Nianci didn't take care of him at all, just digesting the luck of this sweet and syrupy liquid. So it is these treasures that she loves most, because it is a pleasure to absorb them without suffering. Unlike the dragon veins, every digestion is like a blunt knife cutting meat.
Her old face regained its original youthful beauty at a rate visible to the naked eye.
And Yi Jiangnan also recognized that this person turned out to be the man who provided him with many national treasures to appreciate, and prompted him to constantly hone his skills. He always thought she was a good person.
"What did you do to my work?" Yi Jiangnan asked again, his tone calm and his expression calm. He is a highly functional autistic patient, and it is not easy for him to speak actively.
Lin Nianci said lightly: "Continue to work, I will provide you with more jade. What else do you need, you can tell them." She pointed to a group of bodyguards standing at the door, and then walked away without looking back.
Yi Jiangnan loves to sculpt, as long as the energy source continuously provides him with materials, he will continue to create excellent artworks. He does not know how to be tired, nor will he complain, nor does he need freedom. All he lives is carving.
Therefore, Lin Nianci did not treat him as a person at all.
But she has forgotten that even if Yi Jiangnan is autistic again, it is indeed a person with blood, flesh, feelings, and thoughts. He can integrate all of his own into carving, and naturally will also put his soul in his works.
Lin Nianci destroying his works is equivalent to destroying his soul. He will hurt, hate, and resist.
What's more, he has a very high IQ and is a genius. He almost immediately realized what he had never thought about.
Lin Nianci can ruin his work, how about the previous work? What about the national treasure brought by her? Is destruction their common and only fate?
For an artist, that kind of behavior is equivalent to unforgiving.
Yi Jiangnan knelt with his head on his knees and fell to the ground with white tears, tears falling down big and big, hitting small holes. He opened his mouth and snarled silently, and the colic from his heart almost made him faint.
He knelt in white ashes all night, until the next day, the man in black opened the door of the studio and urged: "Miss Lin asked you to start work quickly."
Yi Jiang Nan Mu looked back stupefied, revealing a haggard and twisted face and a pair of red eyes.
Seeing his gruesome appearance, the man in black looked very surprised, but he repeated the sentence: "Hurry up."
Yi Jiangnan stood up, took out his tool, and walked to a black stone of his height, Ding Dang Dang Dang began to chisel. He never talked, but only knew the job. The man in black saw him back to normal and shut the door and left.
Yi Jiangnan chiseled for seven days and seven nights without stopping, his palms were frayed, and his blood became blurred, and he never stopped. If it were not for the assistant to take a look from time to time and feed him with water, he would probably die in the studio.
The man in black heard of his abnormal reaction and hurried back to the villa to take a look, his eyes suddenly fixed. Just because Yi Jiangnan's sculpted work this time turned out to be an angry-eyed vajra, that grim face like a ghost, and his angry eyes seemed to infuse infinite vitality and spirit.
Just a face-to-face, the man in black was taken back a few strides in shock.
Immediately afterwards, he cried out in surprise. Just because there was a group of humans standing beside the angry King Kong, it was as thick as the Shura evil spirit who had just crawled out of hell.
The man in black has been blessed by Lin Nianci and can sense many unusual things. His instincts told him that this group of humanoids and this angry king were extremely dangerous items.
However, when the assistant asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything. He just smiled secretly at the corner of his lips and strode away.
After another half a month, Yi Jiangnan finally finished carving the angry king. King Kong's body and limbs were only roughly chiseled out of shape, but the angry face was repeatedly polished and modified by him, and finally it was beautiful and lifelike.
The long-awaited human figure quietly merged into the statue quietly, turning into a touch of charm in the eyes of the angry King Kong.
Yi Jiangnan looked at the statue in surprise, and then had an inexplicable feeling. At the moment, he thought it seemed to be alive, breathing, heartbeat, and thinking. Its anger is so real and so inviting, through his eyes, Yi Jiangnan can actually see a paved by lava.
He stepped back two steps, his fingertips shivered slightly, he couldn't hold the heavy knife.
Hearing the sound of the tool falling on the ground, the assistant pushed the door in and saw that King Kong, whose eyes were radiating divine light, screamed on the spot.
So more than an hour later, this extraordinary King Kong was transported to another place in Lin Nianci.
The spirit provided by the river and river chart has been consumed by her, and she has become old, weak and ugly again. Before finding a way to completely cut off cause and effect, she could only survive by aura.
It was the right time to send this statue full of luck, so that she put her hand on the face of Angry King Kong without looking at it, and tried to ingest the sweet agar.
But this time she was wrong. It was no longer pure aura that flowed into her body, but rather a silver needle thinly sculpted into an evil spirit. They instantly pierced her blood vessels, swam in her meridians, muscles, and even every cell, causing her endless suffering.
This pain is more than the last insult, because it is deeply rooted in the soul, and it can't be escaped anyway.
Lin Nianci's internal organs were stirred into minced meat almost instantaneously, along with thick black blood, pouring out from her throat. The many believers who were guarding her not only did not help, but took out a silver cup and took her blood in turn.
She rolled with pain, her body was old and skinny like a skeleton for a while, and plump and beautiful like a flower for a while. And her soul is constantly tearing and healing, repeating a process that is better than death.
She reached out her hands to the believers for help, but these people just looked at her with greedy eyes.
She looked up to see the angry King Kong, but suddenly found that its face was exactly the same as the white curtain. He looked down, his pupils spitting fire, but the corners of his mouth were raised, showing a crazy smile.
Lin Nianci was stunned, just wanting to see what happened, but his hair was grabbed by a believer and dragged into the next room. A group of believers wearing black hooded robes surrounded her, and a sharp call sign appeared in her mouth, as if attending a carnival.
Each of them was holding a silver cup with Lin Nianci's blood in it.
The leading man in black drank his blood and felt it silently.
The rest looked at him breathlessly.
Several others quickly bound Lin Nianci to a round altar, and his hands and feet were welded to death with an iron ring.
"How is it?" Someone asked anxiously.
"The news from Xuanmen is true, her blood is the old magic medicine! I gained more power, it is true!" The man in black raised the silver cup high, howling like a beast.
Seeing his radiant face, the rest could not wait to drink the blood from the cup.
There was a swallowing sound at the scene, but in Lin Nianci's ears it seemed like the devil's whisper. She gradually realized what ideas these people were playing. They were just like the monsters in Xianghuo Village, preparing to eat her meat and drink her blood.
No no no, no! Her followers will not be so cruel!
However, this self-deception was soon broken. It was found that Lin Nianci's blood had magical effects. These people took out their prepared knives and lined up to the altar to film her skin.
"Thank you for the gift of the saint." Each of them would kneel beside Lin Nianci and say this sentence in a pious tone, but when he started, he did not show any mercy.
In just a few minutes, Lin Nianci's right thigh was cut off a large piece, exposing the bones.
She screamed in pain, trying to absorb the vitality of these people, but the white curtain turned into a black mist and penetrated into her body, firmly locking her magnetic field, so that she could not fight back. The soul of the white curtain is not exhausted in a day, and her magnetic field cannot be released in a day.
And how powerful is the soul of the white curtain?
The tenth heaven is all together, enough for Lin Nian to die here.
Ling Chi's torture finally ended, these people holding a thin piece of meat, swallowed on the spot.
Some people are not satisfied yet, staring greedily at Lin Nianci's other leg.
The man in black scolded: "Don't do anything to kill chickens and get eggs, let her take care of it."
Everyone only promised, Yu Guan left. In a few moments, several doctors came in to help Lin Nianci clean up the wounds on his body. They even intended to keep her here forever, as a livestock providing meat and blood. What a terrible act is this?
Lin Nianci collapsed, crying and crying like a child, his thin body trembling, as if she was about to fall apart.
The doctors were indifferent, took a few tubes of her blood, and left without carrying the head of the medicine box.
Apart from Xuan Chengzi, why did Lin Nianci care about others? She has only divided human beings into two types, one is herself and her master, and the other is a tool. So now, these tools people treat her with the same attitude, let her fall into the endless abuse of hell.
In the utter pain, she thought of Van Gogh in a trance-I foresee that you still have three debts to repay ...
So right now, is all she has suffered repaying her debts?
The first debt is white curtain, the second debt is Yi Jiangnan, and the third debt is those believers. Everyone who had gathered around her turned out to be her creditor.
Thinking of this, Lin Nianci's tears burst forth, and the anger and despair in her heart burned her heart like an industry fire.
She thought without resentment: those bad things are done by others, what does it have to do with me? God is too unfair!
Immediately afterwards, she recalled another sentence of Van Gogh-not reintegrating Yangyu into a whole and refining it into a part of the body, you will always only be crushed in my eyes. Poor worm.
"No, I'm not a poor worm. Vanguard, wait, I can kill you this time." Lin Nianci bite her teeth fiercely and began to refine those dragon veins quickly, then screamed in pain while using iron The circle cut off his hands and feet.
The white curtain hidden in her body was also refined together.
Feeling the surging, vast immense power is gathering in his body, Lin Nianci suddenly realized.
It turns out that the way to become a is so close to her, so close that you can see it as soon as you lower your head!