Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(402)
Philion was taken aback and asked: "Son of Poseidon, don't you realize that this is the will of an Olympus goddess? Or is it the will of white-armed Hera, the father of the gods? How can your competitive wife be despised by you?"
"The monarch in charge of the ocean is no lower than any goddess on Mount Olympus!" Xothoth frowned, "Because my father is the real power of the ocean and the brother of the father of the gods. If you want If you want me to agree to your crazy plan, please let my father give me orders and make me regress, otherwise this matter will not be discussed."
After calming down, he said slowly: "It's better not to let the tense atmosphere ruin the harmony of the banquet, son of Alps. Today, let us drink, celebrate, and watch singing and dancing. Tomorrow, we can argue as much as we want."
Philon was helpless. In the dead of night, he remembered the goddess's instructions, so he drafted a document and wrote his name on it. He said in the letter that he was sorry for his behavior at that time, and hoped to express his apology to Dolus of Arima with a sincere banquet and cleansing wine.
After writing the letter, he posted it overnight, where it was mixed with the letters of many artists in the court. He hoped that Dolos could quickly read this letter and meet him.
At the same time, Xie Ning lay on the rolled-up snake tail of Echidna, biting the end of a pen in her mouth, racking her brains to think about how she was going to reply to so many artists who were "seeking knowledge".
"Well, let me think about it..." He frowned, "Read it again, what did they say?"
"They want you to teach you the techniques of painting, about 'how to make paintings come alive on paper' and 'how the use of color is complex and changeable, like the dusk and morning of the day.'" Eqa Dena repeated, "And more flattering words of praise, saying that you 'hold the pen tip of a peacock tail feather, and the gods envy the brilliance you paint'..."
"Stop, stop, stop," Xie Ning interrupted with a headache. Rainbow fart sounded very pleasant, but too many stereotyped rhetoric made it a bit scary. "No need to say more later."
He thought for a while, but still had no clue: "I have been studying painting for several years before I started. It is said that the entry threshold for an original painter is 3,500 hours of board drawing. For me to paint oil paintings, I have to spend more time than this." Stretch it two or three times. A few pieces of paper, a few words, how can I finish..."
Echidna said rudely: "Then you reply, time and talent are indispensable. This is not something ordinary people can understand."
"So ruthless?" Xie Ning straightened up, "Actually, I looked at the works they brought over. Some of the paintings are quite good, but they are trapped in the times and the upper limit is not high. If I can give some guidance, maybe in a few years Another master has emerged."
The evil demon grinned his lips and laughed at the innocence of his little lover: "Ha, Dolos, you have to know one thing, that is, words are a hundred times lighter than actions, and words cannot describe actions one hundred times. Profound. The more you pass on simple and easy-to-understand methods for the world to learn, the less they will be able to value your results. On the contrary, they will be disappointed in it, because this method is neither mysterious nor pretentious. It lifts the veil and is as simple as a piece of paper. An ordinary stone. They despise you because of this, thinking that you are just relying on good luck to find a shortcut unknown to the world. When they try it themselves, this simple stone is indestructible across the way in front of them, allowing them to eat All the suffering.”
The snake demon hissed and lowered his voice: "At this moment, the world will not change its opinion. Instead of reflecting on their arrogance, stupidity, and lack of talent, they will turn around and get angry at you: You must be hiding something secret. As they said this, their expressions changed faster than turning the pages of a book. Poor Doros, by then, I'm afraid you will still be confused, 'Why did the people who admired and loved me yesterday become so angry that they want to take stones today? Did you hit me?’ I’ll tell you now, this is the specific reason!”
Xie Ning couldn't help but be speechless after hearing this ridiculous argument. Echidna had already held him lovingly in her arms, "Of course, this is also one of the tactics used by the gods to rule the world: they don't want to express it clearly. Telling people exactly what they want to do and why they want to do it is replaced by various complex oracles and obscure images. They have to be interpreted by people racking their brains, because it is for the subordinates to figure out their minds. The privilege of the superior.”
Xie Ning said sarcastically: "But I'm not a 'superior' either."
"You are not a superior, you are my partner." Echidna kissed his lips, "If you are willing to teach your teaching methods, then go ahead and do it, and I will write for you. But you You have to remember a question: Can the people of the world who are used to communicating with gods get used to your new way of communicating with them?"
So complicated……
Xie Ning murmured, carefully considering her words, and after polishing the sketch with Echidna, she wrote it on a stone slab covered with divine ointment. This could neutralize the toxins on the snake demon's skin and prevent the viewer from seeing it. Many people were poisoned and died.
They were writing replies quickly and chatting leisurely. Echidna swung the tip of his tail back and forth, pretending not to care and asked: "Doros, since you said that the stories of this era have been recorded in later generations, then I want to know, who is your favorite person here? Achilles, Odysseus, Antigone, Hector?”
Xie Ning paused.
You said why bother... I can smell the sour smell. Let me ask this question, are you a fishing law enforcement officer?
"If I told you, wouldn't you be angry?" Xie Ning asked tentatively.
"Not angry," Echidena wagged the tip of his tail, "Yeah... not angry."
...Only when you are not angry can there be ghosts.
Xie Ning sighed, put her index finger on her chin, and thought seriously for a while: "I think it's probably Sisyphus?"
His answer far exceeded Echidna's expectations. The demon asked in surprise: "The king who revealed the secret of Zeus, deceived and bound the god of death, so that in the end he could only be with the huge stone, pushing it up the mountain every day, and watching the stone roll down from the top of the mountain every night." ?”
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