Chapter 169 Paper Cutout Men

“Miss, go back, I’ll send out the garbage!”

“No!” Qin Shuang shakes her head and says, “I have to go back to collect points later.”

“Ok!” Qin Yunxia takes the folded piece of paper.

“Be careful!” Qin Shuang warns her.

Qin Yunxia glances around, then shoves the painting into her arms, and hurriedly runs towards their courtyard.

Qin Shuang watches Qin Yunxia run away, then she pushes the cart towards the east gate alone. The garbage is sent to the east gate, then received. Qin Shuang returns to the Western Painting Institute, from the supervisor she receives ten points, then hurries to her residence.

Back at her residence, she immediately closes the courtyard door, dropping the bolt down. Qin Shuang doesn’t care about taking a bath now, going to her study, she drives Qin Yunxia out, and then unrolls the painting paper on the desk. She doesn’t look at the drawing paper with the spirit strokes instead reaching out and touching the drawing paper, she wants to examine the texture of this paper.

“It seems like it was soaked in a medicinal liquid!”

Qin Shuang mutters to herself, and then tears a small piece from the corner of the drawing paper, she puts it in her mouth.

“It’s the smell of Tian Huang wood! Its not soaked with a medicinal liquid, but by adding Tian Huang wood during the paper making process?”

She turns her eyes to the painting on the paper. Its a green grassland, the grassland is full of flowers of different colors, and dozens of butterflies are flying among the flowers.

The whole painting is lifelike, as if real, and Qin Shuang even feels that the butterflies in the painting are flying.

Of course, it’s all just a feeling, but Qin Shuang can conclude that once the spirit pattern in the painting is activated, all this will become real.

The grass in the painting will sway with the breeze, the butterflies will dance, and even the flowers will release a real scent. But Qin Shuang is not able to transmit her spirit power now, so she cannot activate this painting. However, Qin Shuang knows that since this painting was thrown away by Zhen Zining, it proves that it is a failed work. Even if Qin Shuang can release her spirit power at this time, I am afraid that this painting cannot be activated.

Reaching out her hand and gently stroking the painting, a strange look appears in her eyes.

Can painting on such paper with cinnabar make the painting real and vivid?

She suddenly recalls the demon sorcery that she had encountered in the small village. He made a man from paper, and then that paper man became a paper man who could fight.

“Was that made from this paper and cinnabar?”

Qin Shuang releases the power of her soul and wraps the painting. In her soul, she can clearly perceive that each stroke on the painting contains spirit, its basically a painting constructed by spirit lines.

“But how can I get such paper and cinnabar? How can I understand the principles of drawing with spirit?”

Qin Shuang stands upright, folding the painting, putting it in a drawer, and then turning to walk outside.

“Miss, where are you going?”

“You stay at home, I’m going out for a walk!”

Qin Shuang walks out of the courtyard door and walks straight towards the Eastern District. There are many service industries such as shops and restaurants. These shops and restaurants are naturally the assets of Lucheng Confucian Academy, but the service staff is recruited from the students in Lucheng Confucian Academy, and the students are also paid with points.

Qin Shuang walks along the streets of the Eastern District. This is the first time she has come to the Eastern District Market. There are shops on both sides of the road, with plaques on them, indicating what kind of shops they are. Just by looking at the plaque, you know what’s being sold.

Qin Shuang constantly looks at the plaques on both sides of the street. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, she finally sees a shop with a plaque on it that says Spirit.

At this time, Qin Shuang feels that its not unusual for there to be a Spirit shop in Lucheng Confucian Academy. Since there is a Spirit Painting Master here, then naturally there are students who are learning how to paint with spirit.

Qin Shuang steps into the shop. Inside there are a dozen Confucians picking things out, and there are two shop assistants in short jackets who are helping the customers, but from their temperament and their manners, you can see that they are also Confucians, its just that they are here to earn points.

The two shop assistants don’t come up to help Qin Shuang. In fact, they don’t help anyone. They only answer when someone asks questions.

Indeed, on the shelf Qin Shuang sees that type of pale golden paper, then she points to the paper and asks:

“How much is that?”

A man standing not far away comes up to her and asks: “You’re talking about the spirit paper?”

“It turns out this is called spirit paper!” Qin Shuang immediately nods: “Yes, thats it.”

“One point for one sheet!”

“Ze!” Qin Shuang can’t help clicking her tongue. It’s really expensive. Looking away and then looking at the things on the shelves she asks:

“Is there any cinnabar?”

“Yes! Only second-grade and third-grade products!”

“What about first grade?”

“First-grade products are specially for the college painters and will not be sold here. How much do you want to buy?” The guy looks at Qin Shuang, and hope appears in his eyes. Working here is based on commission, the more you sell, the more points you get.

Qin Shuang shakes her head. She doesn’t know how to use these things yet. She is going to go back and look at the books she obtained from the demon sorcerer. Then she says politely to the man:

“I’m just here to find it today. By the way, do you know where we can learn spirit painting?”

Realizing that he won’t earn the points, the man’s face shows a hint of impatience:

“As long as you are willing to spend points to study in the Painting Institute, naturally there will be teachers to teach you.”

At this time, another person asks a question about prices, and the guy leaves Qin Shuang and walks towards that person. Qin Shuang doesn’t care, she just can’t figure out why she needs to hand over extra points to learn Spirit Painting, isn’t she already using her points to pay for her classes?

Just seeing that guy not willing to deal with her, she shakes her head, and walks out of the door, deciding to go back and read the demon sorcery book first.

All the way back to her residence, she sees that Qin Yunxia has already heated the water up. Then she remembers that she had transported garbage for an hour and had not yet taken a bath. Immediately, she feels sticky. After taking a bath under Qin Yunxia’s service, Qin Shuang sits in the study room.

Instead of cultivating, she takes a book from the bottom of her bookcase and looks through it page by page.

The cultivation methods in front are still the same as what Qin Shuang has. So she flips through very quickly. Suddenly, her flipping hand stops and her eyes light up.

“Paper-cutout Men!”