"Yeah, Yuzu is the most powerful."

The puppet master said that the name was Yuzu.

The girl sitting in a wheelchair was younger, but she comforted her before saying, like an elder.

"Winter is about to pass, spring is coming... I don't know if I can see the flowers blooming again."

The girl in the wheelchair looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window is a flowerbed, planting flowers that are either ordinary or rare, but because of the arrival of winter, most of the flowers are curled up in buds, waiting for the arrival of spring.

Only a small number of flowers are still blooming in winter. If the flowers bloom in spring, I don’t know what kind of colorful scenes will be in the flowerbed.

Before Dao said firmly, "I will see it, I will definitely see it."

Her tone was firmer than the stone of the statue, and even more firmer than the most resolute stone statue.

"Don't do stupid things for me, Yuzu." The girl in the wheelchair looked at Yuzu's eyes, as if she had seen through Yuzu's thoughts. "I have lived long enough and should have died long ago. Even if I die before the flowers bloom, you can put the flowers in front of my grave."

"Average humans can only last for a hundred years, and the extraordinary people who have achieved success in cultivation have been two hundred years. I have lived for a long time since the Warring States Period to this day, and it is good to die in this way."

"So you understand, Yuzu, I don't need you to do stupid things for me. I have lived enough as a human being."

Under the appearance of being a teenager, he actually lived for hundreds of years, which is something that ordinary people would never believe.

But Yuzi had no doubts before that, since she was created decades ago, she had never seen her master's appearance have become aging at all. Only a powerful existence like her master can create a puppet like herself.

A puppet that is perfect and can't be seen as a puppet on the surface.

If there is a person who has reached the pinnacle of puppet technology, he will definitely be the master.

He nodded and said before Yuzi, "I won't do stupid things, master, don't worry."

"Um."

He closed the door and walked out, and Yuzi's expression returned to calm before.

She is just a puppet created by her master. No matter how superb her skills or how close she is to humans in every aspect, she is essentially just a puppet.

A puppet has no heart, only mechanical pointers at the heart.

"Squeak."

He opened his door and walked in before Yuzi stepped in.

Her room looked like a combination of weird mess and neatness. In the front half of the room were a variety of materials for making puppets, some semi-finished and finished products, while in the second half of the room was a tripod and canvas.

All canvases are the same painting, a landscape painting of Ukiyo-e.

This Ukiyo-e painting has extremely high skills. Whether it is a mountain or a stream, it presents harmonious beauty in a rigid way. However, if each painting has the same scene, it will make people feel strange. There is no difference between the paintings, and it seems like it was copied.

But looking at the painted paints scattered on the ground, these paintings are indeed replicated by strokes.

On the other side of the landscape Ukiyo-e painting, there are a lot of other unfinished "paintings".

But these paintings are not even worthy of graffiti, and they can only be said to be all kinds of distracting paints painted together. If these things and those replicated Ukiyo-e landscape paintings are from the same person, the difference would be too big.

“…”

Before, Yuzi sat in front of the tripod and lifted her brush, and she wanted to draw something.

It is something that exists in reality and has seen with my own eyes, but has not been created by others.

For example, the fired room I saw a few days ago, a house that caught fire in winter was built, that is, the place where Ping Zhensheng got his own "heart medicine" and supervised Ping Zhensheng's self-immolation.

There must be countless paintings about the fired room in the world, but the only one who sees that the room is on fire and has the desire to draw it is Taozi.

If you can draw the fired room with artistic skills, it must be a very beautiful painting.

But unfortunately, Yuzi knew that she could not do it at all.

She could only mechanically imitate and replicate, and follow the steps to create a lifelike puppet.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Apply the brush to the canvas. Before Taozi was trembling with her wrists, thinking about the fire room, thinking about the snow falling that day, various pigments were made and then applied - Taozi finally made a ball of black and gray dirty cloth.

"Sure enough, I still can't draw it."

She could only draw a scroll exactly like the Ukiyo-e painted by her master, and replicated it with mechanical skills.

You can replicate Ukiyo-e paintings and oil paintings by famous artists.

This will naturally produce a print-like work, but it only stops here.

wisdom?

emotion?

soul?

Before, Yuzi was thinking about what she lacked. It could not be the so-called illusory heart. If she could just have a heart, she would immediately get a few human hearts.

It turns out that was useless.

Putting down the brush, Yuzi sighed before saying that she must have lacked some key things to become human.

"Happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, love, evil, desire."

Before, Yuzi held the relics obtained from the fire in her hand: "The emotions obtained this time are love and sorrow."

A layer of pink mixed with gray crystals precipitated from the relics, like salt particles slowly condensed from sea water.

However, this relic is not as turbid as salt grains in sea water, but is crystal clear, with pink and gray each occupying a clear part. If this thing is used for jewelry auctions, it should be that it will not be sold at any price.

After all, most human buyers have never seen this thing.

"All all emotions gather and add mermaid meat is the real immortal medicine?" When I was alone, Yuzi said more and more before, "If this is a scam, go to demolish the monk's temple."

The human body will eventually decline for various reasons, and the only way to continue is through some slightly special methods.

For example, the mermaid meat that the 800 bhikkhuns had eaten, such as immortal medicine, and the conversion of the body into other things.

But the latter obviously doesn't work, and the master will not agree to be something non-human.

After thinking about it, there is only one way to immortal medicine.

"It's just a plan to be evil." She said that the crystallization of the grapefruit sauce was closed, and she had already collected all the seven flavors.

Every taste is

Just like a hunter who is good at hunting, every emotion is finally gained through several years, or even decades of arrangements.

Human emotions are complex. Even if humans are carefully cultivated to develop towards a certain emotion, they may not necessarily develop the emotions they want in the end.
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