3760: C3760 Fetal Breath Technique

C3760 Fetal Breath Technique

Yang Bo found a room and walked into it with the ancient painting, shutting Cao Yuande out.

Cao Yuande was surprised at first, but then he revealed a smile. The more mysterious Yang Bo was, the more he felt that Yang Bo could fix the ancient painting.

These ancient paintings had been sentenced to death. Many restoration masters were at a loss. Even if Yang Bo could only repair one painting, he would still be able to make a profit on the second floor.

Yang Bo sat in front of the table, staring at the painting that was already full of mold. He was full of confusion. When he saw this painting just now, he actually felt a weak fluctuation of spirit energy.

If it was really a painting with spirit energy, Logically speaking, this painting shouldn't be moldy. Why did this happen?

The paper in front of him had already been damaged to such an extent. If he wanted to rely purely on uncovering the painting to repair it, he probably wouldn't be able to do it. He had to take extreme measures!

Yang Bo stared at the ancient painting. Light swirled before his eyes. Wisps of light flew out from his eyes and landed on the painting that was covered in mold.

The paper was moldy. This was an irreversible process. Spending an instant could make time pass, but there was no way to make time go back.

Yang Bo could only try to use the light in his eyes. Until now, he had not fully understood the function of the light in his eyes. At this time, he could only try his best.

As the light fell, the yellowed and black paper changed slightly. The originally completely black paper gradually became layered. The picture on the paper gradually appeared.

After a long while, the picture became clearer. A ray of light also appeared on the picture and entered Yang Bo's eyes.

Yang Bo could finally see it clearly. It was actually a picture of Chen Qu sleeping technique. Next to the picture, he wrote, "Young Master Dao, young age, old illness, death and death. Death and death. Death and divinity. Qi and life. Essence and form. Divine Qi essence. Third form. True Immortal Qi essence."

Seeing this, Yang Bo felt as if there was a bell ringing in his mind. He was completely stunned. He stared at the painting in a daze, not moving at all!

The circulation of spirit energy in Yang Bo's body had slowed down a lot because he was staring at the painting. However, with every circulation, the spirit energy in his body increased even faster. With every circulation of spirit energy, it was almost equivalent to half a month of normal cultivation!

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Bo gradually regained his senses. He forced himself to look away. He knew very well that this was not a place for cultivation. He could not wait to take this painting away!

Yang Bo let out a heavy sigh. He was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he stared at the painting and studied it.

The painting was not finished. The picture was extremely simple. Only a simple brush could clearly see Old Master Chen Lian. However, the brush strokes were simple. There was no art to be seen.

From the value of the art, this painting was not worth much!

Yang Bo stared at the ancient painting and looked at it carefully. From the brilliance of the ancient painting, this painting should have been about a thousand years ago, which was around a thousand years in the A.D.

According to historical records, the end of the Tang Dynasty to the first year of the Northern Song Dynasty was about 871 to 989 BC, which happened to be a thousand years ago!

Thinking of this, Yang Bo was stunned. He stared at the scene in astonishment.

Chen Zheng was a dao scholar who created the Sleeping Immortal Art. He had the "Fetal Breath Art," and the content of the painting was part of the "Fetal Breath Art.

According to the historical records, Old Master Chen Zheng had lived for 118 years. According to the ancient age, he had lived for more than 100 years. This was definitely extremely rare. Yang Bo suspected that Old Master Chen Zheng was a Qi Cultivator. This painting was not made by Old Ancestor Chen Zheng, but by the disciples of Old Ancestor Chen Zheng!

Yang Bo stared at the painting and looked at it carefully. He could faintly feel that the words in the painting seemed to contain the ultimate truth.

Life, death, sickness, and death were the natural laws. However, Taoism's medicinal Qi Cultivators were precisely to go against the Dao. Through reverse searching, one could refine into a true immortal!

Yang Bo really wanted to know whether Old Ancestor Chen Zheng was a loose cultivator or he came from the Blessed and Heavenly Lands. This painting only used ordinary paper. However, after a thousand years, there was still spirit energy overflowing. This was sufficient to show that the cultivation of the person who drew this painting back then was not low!

Yang Bo was now a Heavenly Net Stage Middle Period Cultivation. The fact that this painting could bring such a huge impact to him meant that Old Ancestor Chen Bu's Sleeping Immortal Art was very effective.

After a long time, Yang Bo sighed. The light in his eyes had recovered quite a bit. It was not suitable to take it out now, and Yang Bo would never return it.

He put the painting into his Universal Bag.

Yang Bo pushed open the door and walked out. He saw Cao Yuande waiting for him outside the door. There were several people standing beside Cao Yuande. They were originally chatting. When they saw Yang Bo walk out, everyone's eyes fell on him.

Cao Yuande looked at Yang Bo and could not help but ask, "How is it? "Is it repaired?"2

The others also looked at Yang Bo with inquiring eyes.

Yang Bo shook his head. "It's too difficult to fix these paintings. I'm afraid I can't do it."

Cao Yuande could not help but feel disappointed. Although he had already guessed that something like this might happen, he still felt regretful. After all, he was in the warehouse. And so many paintings!

The people standing beside Cao Yuande looked at each other and started to discuss.

"I knew it. Those words have already been sentenced to death by us. How can they be repaired? Unless there is a great magic that can allow time to go back. But how can there be such a person in this world?"

"If repairing ancient paintings is so easy, I'm afraid that I would have been a master of cultural relics repair long ago. Why would I stay here to help?"

"Friend, you are still young and you are unable to repair these ancient paintings. This is not shameful. You will encounter more difficulties and challenges in the future. You must work hard!"

"I think it's better to give up. The remaining ancient paintings no longer have any value in repairing them. Giving up is the best choice!"

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Yang Bo did not feel anything when he heard their words. Although he knew that these people were mocking him, he urgently wanted to go back and cultivate. He could feel that this painting would be of great help to him!

When Cao Yuande saw the ashamed look on Yang Bo's face, he immediately reacted. He shouldn't have had too much hope, but now that Yang Bo didn't succeed, wasn't this very normal?

Cao Yuande quickly said, "Yang Bo, just do your best. Don't take it to heart."

"Actually, the value of the remaining paintings should not be too high. According to some of the works that we have repaired, there are very few famous works."

Yang Bo nodded and seemed very ashamed. "Professor Cao, I am really sorry. I will go back first!"

Cao Yuande nodded. "I'll send you off!

Yang Bo waved his hand. "No need."

Cao Yuande insisted on sending Yang Bo off. He turned around and saw the few people who had followed him earlier squeezed into the room where Yang Bo was repairing the ancient painting. Everyone seemed to be very surprised.

Cao Yuande walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

One of them replied, "Where is the waste that he brought in just now? The damaged painting is gone!"

Cao Yuande was stunned. He stared at everyone and felt like he had missed something.

The content came from [Micoo Reading].

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