This is not right!

Tang Shidao was very sure that this 'plot' happened once... no, it happened twice.

I have just spent this year.

If we take the planet's revolution as an example, the distance is exactly one revolution. After a total orbit, the position returns to the origin again. However, this origin should be one year later, not one year ago. In other words, this is not true.

The world is not real time either. I don't know why, but I am trapped in this 'circle'.

The second time, Tang Shidao stopped even exercising.

Plain and simple.

It was absolutely as it was before, even the words spoken in memory and the number of steps he walked were simulated and restored. Because he had practiced meditation before and had the improvement of the Yuanzu Mystic Body, Tang Shidao's brain was comparable to a computer, especially in terms of magic knowledge.

, even supercomputers cannot match it. So, it is not difficult to do this.

Finally, one year has passed.

Calculated to last sleep.

Wake up again.

He was still standing not far from the school gate, and Lei Dazhuang continued to buy steamed buns and fried dough sticks. Farther away, Bai Meiren slowly passed by alone, attracting the attention of countless boys along the way. Everything remained unchanged, everything

As usual, everything is back to square one.

"What's the matter, Taoist priest? I'm hungry. Here are some hot chive buns." Lei Dazhuang handed over the breakfast while paying with his wallet.

Tang Shidao silently took the buns, completely clueless.

This is simply unsolvable.

When you work hard to keep fit, you go back to a year ago. When you remain unchanged, you go back to a year ago. Whenever the planet turns to its original position, everything will return to this moment. It's like a circle with no end at all.

Unfortunately, I still remember all this.

"If I die unexpectedly, does it count as a mission failure?" After class, Tang Shidao stood silently on the roof of the building thinking about life.

Jumping off a building is not an option, it's too scary, and it would be too much trouble if you fall half to death.

After school in the evening.

Disrupting the original plot, he left Lei Dazhuang and ran to buy some medicines and some sleeping pills. After a little combination, Tang Shidao found a 'painless' way to die. Then, he drank and went to sleep.

Wake up again.

He was standing at the entrance of the school, and Lei Dazhuang was buying steamed buns and fried dough sticks next to him.

"Hold the grass."

"What's the matter, Taoist priest? I'm hungry. Here are some hot chive buns."

"It's okay. Well, give it to me." Tang Shidao took the bun and was already sure: this is not the mission of the Master Network!

He must have triggered something in the place where time was suspended.

Therefore, I am now trapped in a place that is not a mission.

This is no longer a question of mission.

This is not a matter of life and death... Maybe, I will never 'die'. If I fail the mission of Master Network, I can leave, but now I can't leave, and I will be trapped in this cycle forever. If this is a stand-alone game, then I will always only

You can play a game and it will never end.

This eternal cycle is, in some ways, more terrifying than death.

It's just a year, not a lifetime.

A cycle is a circle.

So what's the difference? Skill! Skill is created by individuals. It's not a naturally formed circle, it's a square.

after class.

Tang Shidao walked up to the roof and silently clarified his situation: "First, time is one year, the cycle of the planet's revolution back to its original position. Second, time reincarnates infinitely and has no end...at least for the time being.

The third rule is that you cannot die accidentally. If you die, you will enter a new escape circle. The fourth rule is that no matter whether it is the original plot or not, the result will definitely be the escape circle. The fifth rule is that fitness has no effect, but the memory in the brain can be retained.

"

"Taoist priest, what are you doing?"

"I'm planning for the future." Tang Shidao responded casually.

"Taoist, you can't have ideals. This is not in line with the Basic Law." Was there any serious time when Lei Dazhuang was a sophomore in high school? No!

"I can't turn over?"

"A salted fish is still a salted fish when he turns over. How can you turn into a shark?" Lei Dazhuang has always been very reasonable, really.

"I want to learn something."

"On behalf of the teacher, I support you."

"I want to learn to draw."

"You represent your parents' opposition to you. As a sophomore in high school, chewing books is in line with an adult's world view."

Tang Shidao smiled.

He knew that his grandfather would not have any objections, because his grandfather only wanted him to live in peace, and it was best not to get involved in those dangerous things. Then, Tang Shidao really started to learn painting. It must be said that after meditation and Yuanzu Mystical Body

The modified heads are different from ordinary people. In addition, the art of refining also involves drawing, such as when I was a designer in the Galaxy of Sin.

In just four weeks, Tang Shidao has already become famous on campus, and both teachers and students are not stingy with the nickname of painting genius.

Three months later.

Tang Shidao's name has spread throughout the tea city, and local media even came here to interview him.

Because of his grandfather's relationship, his life was not too troubled. After a year of hard work, Tang Shidao has become famous all over the country and has entered the first-class level in the country. It is even said that he is famous among the local emperors. However, Tang Shidao feels that it is still

not enough.

Lie down for the last time.

Wake up again.

Time returns to its starting point again.

Tang Shidao swung his hands, feeling a little unskilled. After four or five days of adaptation, his previous 'painting skills' came back. Tests proved that he could remember everything his brain remembered, but his physical fitness was not retained at all. A week later,

Tang Shidao found his grandfather with three paintings and tore out an egg: he had just become a teacher of a certain painter and needed to study painting with concentration for a year.

Grandpa asked someone to evaluate it, and he agreed.

Because the assessment is...this kid will become the top painter in the country sooner or later, maybe in a few years.

then.

Tang Shidao got a lot of free time.

By the way, does painting have anything to do with this ‘dilemma’?

No!

No!

Tang Shidao just wants to test one thing: if he works hard at one thing and achieves it to the extreme, will the world change?

A cycle is a circle.

Skills are square.

Skills are what differentiates them from outside the cycle.

After practicing for a whole year, Tang Shidao's painting level can be described as reaching its peak. But this is not over yet. In the next cycle, Tang Shidao continues to cheat, and once again strives for one year to continue learning painting. This time it is not landscapes and figures, but

Machines and golems in the art of weapon refining. The cycle started again a year later, when Tang Shidao painted unscientific monster creatures.

Cycle through it again and learn to paint the magnificent universe.

When Tang Shidao felt that he had reached a bottleneck, he did not stop using his hands. He started practicing calligraphy again during the test. After he realized something, he spent a whole year painting one thing, flowers. After failing to improve, he painted another

The leaves of another year. If it still fails, I will paint the snowflakes of another year. If it still fails, I will paint the water drops of another year.

After that, Tang Shidao went through many cycles and finally felt that painting had entered a "Tao" realm.

It’s as if whatever you draw is a painting.

Entering this state, Tang Shidao continued, using the cycle ten times to practice one thing: painting the soul.

Of course, this is not the drawing of the soul woven by life. Without magic power and body, no skills can be used here. Tang Shidao chose to draw the soul because he thought it was the most difficult thing and would be beneficial to his future practice. As a result, Tang Shidao

Shidao was not wrong, because of the mage's knowledge, this was an infinite road to painting.

In addition to humans, the soul of painting also includes animals and monsters, and even void creatures that mortals cannot imagine.

Feeling.

There is no end to the painting of the soul, and it also enters some kind of infinite loop just like here.

But……
To be continued...