Doomsday Rise

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It was obviously a coffin, but after Liu Wei'an's mind was immersed in it, he found that it was a world. The world of mortals is bustling, and people come and go on the streets, rapping, selling, and bargaining, making people seem to have entered the ancient painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

The scholar wearing a kerchief, waving a folding fan, seems to be commenting on the couplets. In fact, from the corner of his eyes, he looks at the big girls passing by on the street. From time to time, he can see a vendor pushing a wheelbarrow passing by, shouting: "Let me go, let me go..."

"Master, do you want to buy paintings? The paintings here are all from Tang Boju's house. They are all high-quality goods. If they are fake, you will pay ten. You can take a look at insects, fish, flowers and birds, statues of people, mountain gods and ghosts, and you will always like it." A slightly old voice sounded from the ear.

Liu Wei'an woke up suddenly, only to realize that he was standing in front of the calligraphy and painting booth. The owner of the booth was an old man with gray hair, his eyes were cloudy, deep lines and rough hands showed that his life was not rich.

The old man was wearing white washed sackcloth, and the original color could no longer be seen clearly. There are more than 20 paintings on the booth, and the painting time is not long, and the residual ink fragrance can still be smelled.

Liu Wei'an looked at himself again, he was dressed as a scholar, he didn't hold a folding fan in his hand, but the fabric was fine and luxurious, he should be called a wealthy family, he casually flipped through a pair of paintings and asked, "How much money is a pair?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was stunned for a moment. How much is the current habit, and how much silver should be an ancient saying. Why did he ask such a question?

"Don't worry, son, look at the painting first, and then discuss the price. If you think it's worth it, it's worth one thousand taels. If you think it's not worth it, then it's ten taels." The stall owner said with a smile.

Liu Wei'an was taken aback again, there was such a painting seller, he couldn't help but glanced at the stall owner, he was stunned after seeing it. When I saw the stall owner before, he looked like he was bent down by life, but now, the stall owner’s appearance has not changed, but his eyes have changed, calm but deep, like the sea, unfathomable.

"Xiaosheng is being abrupt, look at the painting first, then negotiate the price." Liu Weian lowered his head and carefully observed the painting. It was a painting of insects and birds. Liu Wei'an has no foundation in painting, so if he was asked to look at outlines, line drawing, coloring, etc., he would not be able to see the name at all. He didn't think the painting was so sophisticated at all. On the contrary, he felt that the painting was very bad, like a child doodling.

A worm is a mass of gray ink plus two black dots to form a worm. Birds are also free to apply a larger mass of gray ink in the air or on the treetops, and spread a little on both sides to form wings. If they are plump, they are not afraid of breaking the treetops.

He looked left and right, but he didn't see what was so good about the secondary painting. He was thinking that even if he painted it himself, he could paint it better than this.

"Young master, how is it? Isn't that a good statement? This was written by Tang Boju in his later years.

It is very rare to collect the mastery of painting techniques. "The stall owner seemed to ask kindly.

"Excuse Xiaosheng's poor eyesight, I didn't see any characteristics of this painting." Liu Wei'an hesitated for a while, thinking that he should tell the truth.

"Young Master, take another look." The stall owner's voice was full of confusion, and Liu Wei'an couldn't help lowering his eyes. This look, it turned into a flash of lightning that struck him.

boom--

Liu Wei'an was shaken all over, as if a huge universe had been split open in his mind, and bugs, birds, branches, and rockery emerged in the universe. However, at this time, the bugs, birds, branches, and rockery were no longer real objects, but turned into mysterious formations one by one. A huge pen with no end in sight is sketching, one stroke at a time, the formation is evolving from simple to complex, from death formation to life formation, and in a higher place in the universe, a vast talisman turned into a galaxy covers the universe. In the galaxy, stars shine.

Soul-suppressing talisman, Liu Weian recognized this talisman at a glance. Although he knew this talisman was in the shape of a stele, but after studying it day and night and turning it into ashes, he knew it all.

The formation outlined by the giant pen and the soul-suppressing talisman complement each other. As the giant brush swayed in the void, some things that were incomprehensible before suddenly became clear. More and more stars lit up on the soul-suppressing talisman. Some connected stars formed lines, and a sense of fullness was fed back to the body. Liu Weian felt inexplicably joyful and satisfied.

But soon, Liu Wei'an felt something was wrong. As the huge brush was swung faster and faster, insects and birds took shape one by one, moved, and the feeling of fullness became stronger and stronger, and finally it was about to explode. Liu Wei'an was secretly in a bad mood, he knew that this was a situation where he had accepted too many things at once and couldn't put it down. However, in this situation, he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't even listen to it.

what to do?

The soul talisman above the head is getting brighter

, if it was other times, when so many stars were lit up in a short period of time, he would jump up happily, but now, he wants to cry. If the body explodes, these things can still be kept in his mind, but that's fine, if the body explodes, these things will disappear with the clouds, and he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Just when the gap between the eyebrows was cracked, a familiar voice sounded. In an instant, the universe was small, the galaxy was dim, and everything was solidified into a painting in front of me. The painting of insects and birds was exactly the same as the one I saw before, without any change.

"Young master? How do you feel this time?" The stall owner was still smiling, with a good attitude, as if whether Liu Weian bought it or not, he would not be troubled by it.

"I'm very satisfied with this painting, but I don't know the price—" Liu Weian looked at the stall owner.

"Not expensive, ten thousand taels." The stall owner raised a finger.

"It's really not expensive." When Liu Wei'an wanted to get the money, he realized that he didn't bring any money, and suddenly became embarrassed, looking at the stall owner: "Xiaosheng was in a hurry to go out, and he forgot to bring the silver. I don't know if I can credit—"

"No credit at all!" The stall owner interrupted him, and said in a leisurely manner: "It doesn't matter if you don't bring any silver, the young master is a scholar, if you can leave a pair of calligraphy, it can be exchanged."

"Really?" Liu Wei'an was both surprised and delighted. He tried his best to draw a painting. His paintings are worthless, but this painting of insects and birds is priceless. He is making a lot of money.

"It's true that the old man pays attention to honesty when doing business. However, the young master can't paint arbitrarily, there are requirements." The stall owner said.

"What's the request?" Liu Weian's heart sank, and he could still cope with it. How could he draw according to the request? What if you ask him to make a portrait of a person? Still have to draw a cartoon pattern out.

He looked at the stall owner anxiously.

"Young master, don't worry, the old man's questions are all good at you." The stall owner said with a smile.

"Please come up with a question, sir!" Liu Weian thought in his heart that the stall owner was bragging, how could he know what he was good at?

""Dark Emperor's Book" or "Soul-Suppressing Talisman"!" The stall owner said lightly, making Liu Weian almost jump up. For a moment, his scalp was numb, and he looked at the other party in disbelief.

How would he know?