Without A Heroic Spirit, I Can Only End In Person

Chapter 105 Traveling in the world 【Please subscribe! ! 】

Can you continue your life with Danqing paintings?

This point is not difficult to verify.

After leaving the imperial capital, Jiang He brought Ruan Xiangyu to a place with beautiful water and beautiful mountains.

In the depths of a dense forest full of aura, he picked up a pekoe brush and tried to draw a more refined mural on the mountain wall.

It took three full days to finish the painting.

The peach blossoms in the painting are in full bloom, undefeated all day long, like a fairyland in Taoyuan, extremely beautiful, and there is a wooden house in the corner of the painting, like the former residence of immortals.

Jiang He invites Ruan Xiangyu to step into the fairyland of Taoyuan and live in a wooden house for a while.

Woke up one day and saw her rushing into the wooden house, yelling.

"My lord! The rate of exhaustion has slowed down!"

"This method works!"

Ruan Xiangyu was full of surprises.

Since Xueyun fulfilled his last wish and the remnant soul dissipated.

She became more and more melancholy, worried about the future, worried that she would not be able to accompany the young master for too long, worried that the young master would be lonely on the road, no one would accompany him, and could only eat and sleep in the open...

The day-by-day weakness weighed on her heart, full of haze.

Now the haze seems to be swept away by the sun.

She finally saw hope——

Even if from now on, she can only live in the world in the painting all day long, as long as she can accompany the young master day and night, she will be satisfied.

Hear Ruan Xiangyu's words.

Jiang He also breathed a sigh of relief.

The most difficult thing in the world is not that you can't do it, but that you don't know what to do.

Now I have finally found a feasible method, and I can finally work hard in this direction.

However, although the method is feasible, there are still some places that need to be made up——

One is time.

This Taoyuan map drawn by Jiang He with all his strength, it is fine to place it no matter what, once someone stays in it, the power stored in it will be quickly consumed.

In a few days, the magic will be lost.

The second is the effect.

For ordinary people, this picture of Taoyuan can seal off all their power and completely stagnate their life state.

But for the magical spirit fox, the effect is greatly weakened, and it can only delay the weakening speed to a certain extent.

Mostly because of the interference of Linghu's own magical power, the level of power is too high.

The third is the scene.

Jiang He wants to use this method to make up for Xiangyu's lost life, so that the world in the painting can't be too narrow and monotonous.

If you are facing an unchanging scene all day long for dozens or even hundreds of years.

Isn't it like going to jail?

Didn't this also become another form of longevity slave?

"What I want to draw cannot be a [Painted Coffin], it must be a real fairy tale cave!"

"For me now, this is undoubtedly a daydream..."

Jiang He frowned, but there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

Even if this method is impractical and confusing.

It's better than doing nothing.

Moreover, for those who have created immortal feats and made feats unimaginable to others.

Before they succeed, what is in front of them is not a castle in the air?

It is to face up to the difficulties that we can make a world-shattering move!

[You write in the mountains, paint the scenery of Taoyuan, and then establish the path in your heart. 】

[However, it is not enough to prove and practice the way in your heart. 】

[You want to practice the wonderful method of painting hard, reach the peak of your skills, and paint amazing works. 】

【So decided...】

【A: Retreat in Taoyuan, B: Paint the magic, C: Paint landscapes, D: Intervene personally. 】

Different paths emerge on the pages of the book.

One is the retreat that Jiang He is best at. Although the improvement speed is slower than walking in the world, after a hundred years, the proficiency can be improved no matter what.

Do it again next week, and you can always reach the peak of your skills.

But Jiang He's gaze didn't stop at this option.

"Restarting the anchor point can be used as a retreat, as a way to defeat a powerful enemy, as a hole card to make up for regrets, and reverse the ending...but it is not suitable as a conventional method."

"Put it on the painting path, especially."

"I have already drawn the Tale of the Hundred Demons in this life...do I have to do it again in the next life?"

"As far as creation is concerned, it's not that the more times you draw, the better. One time is a skillful hand, two times is a work of craftsmanship, and three times it becomes an assembly line..."

"A work of flowing water is difficult to enter the elegant hall."

Jiang He intends to do his best in this week's program——

If you don't even have this heart.

How about climbing the pinnacle of skill, how about a shocking work?

His eyes scanned the remaining two options.

Jiang He made a choice.

【Drawing wonderfully】

"During the Meng Dynasty, there were magical spirit beasts that roamed the world."

"If I can draw it with a brush, retain the magic with the scroll, and draw works that contain the magic..."

"Most likely to reach the peak of Danqing Miaofa!"

[You want to paint all the wonders of the world to prove the way of painting. 】

【However, the whereabouts of the miraculous beast are vague and difficult to find. 】

[You recalled Yan Qingliang's gift of pens in the past, so he set off again to Cailang Painting Workshop. 】

[Meng calendar 1346, the sixth day of the lunar month. 】

[You arrive at the Cailang Painting Workshop, and suddenly realize that there are a lot of voices. 】

[I found Yan Qingliang and found out after asking. 】

[Because you cut the emperor's drawing, the world was shocked, the name of the painter spread all over the world, and the strange pictures also spread in the world. 】

[Because of the actions of the new emperor, everyone in the world admires the painter's fame and respects the way of painting. Painters from all over the world also gather in Cailang Painting Workshop to plead for inheritance. 】

[The peaceful holy place in the past is now too disturbed, and a new building has to be built outside the painting workshop. 】

Jiang He couldn't help but laugh.

He is famous for his way of painting, which made the Cailang Painting Workshop, which was originally a holy place for painters, become more famous and became a holy place for Meng pilgrims.

Don't look at Yan Qingliang's troubled look of "Oh, I'm so annoying, why so many people want to learn to paint...", in fact, he is already full of smiles.

Old Versailles.

after all……

It was only a few months ago that Mengdi was cut off at the entrance of the vegetable market, and the blood on the [Longevity Slave] hadn't cooled down yet.

How dare these people who study and pursue painting dare to be presumptuous?

One is more polite than the other, and most of them have a bit of real talent and learning, and they really want to learn how to paint.

Secondly, the new emperor also sent some royal children to Cailang Painting Workshop.

It is not only a disguised form of flattery, but also a wonderful way of admiring Cailang Painting Workshop.

After all, he was also in the court at that time, and he watched with his own eyes the painter in white splashing ink into the painting, beheading all the top masters like chopping melons and vegetables.

It is reasonable to want to learn this wonderful method.

This is also a good thing for Cailang Painting Workshop.

Although it is very difficult to learn the wonderful method of Danqing, you must have superb painting skills to be qualified to learn it. It doesn't mean that you can draw a picture of a chicken pecking rice casually, and you can turn it into reality.

But now Cailang Painting Workshop has become a holy place in the world.

Many scholars and scholars who would have devoted themselves to other professions have come to learn painting.

With a huge base, more masters of painting will naturally be born.

"In the original history, although the Meng Dynasty had the wonderful method of Danqing, because it was too difficult to learn, its status was only ordinary."

"According to this process to develop..."

"Will the future Meng Dynasty become a dynasty in which the art of painting proliferates to its peak?"

Thinking that the famous scene of "Three Stages of the Power of Painting" may appear in the future.

Jiang He took the risk to suppress his laughter, which explained his intention.

...

Yan Qingliang's eyes lit up when he heard it.

When he was young, he wanted to paint all the spirit beasts in the world, but it was hard to find the magical spirit beasts, so he failed to achieve his wish.

If Ning Xiaoyou can do this...

It can be regarded as making up for the regret in his heart.

He immediately went to the depths of the workshop and took out a scroll and some corresponding records.

"According to the records in the workshop, there are six kinds of magical beasts in the world."

"One is the Yuxiang white fox...you should be very familiar with it."

"The second is the horse with the mane of clouds, running among the clouds day and night."

"There are also thousands of flowers and butterflies, camel mountain takins..."

"However, the mystical spirit beasts are all extraordinary in power, contain magic, and are unique in the world, so they are extremely hard to find."

"Little friend Ning, how do you plan to find it?"

Yan Qingliang spread out the scroll and placed it in front of the painter in white.

While talking about it carefully, I was curious at the same time.

This picture scroll depicting a celestial horse in the clouds has the same origin as the cloud mane brush, which was left by a senior painter in the past.

It was when he saw this painting in the past that he aroused the idea of ​​painting all the spirit beasts in the world.

It's a pity that after running for many years, I haven't even seen a cloud-maned horse.

He really wanted to know what Ning Xiaoyou planned to do?

The answer from the painter in white made him stunned in place.

"Master Yan is right, the magical spirit beast is hard to find in the world."

"In turn, let the spirit beasts come to find us, wouldn't it be enough?"

Ok?

What is Ning Xiaoyou talking about, why can't the old man understand?

When Yan Qingliang was in a daze.

But the painter in white looked at the scroll for a moment and began to pick up his pen.

There is no picture scroll, space is used as paper, and spirit is used as ink.

After a short while, a vivid cloud-maned white horse stepped out, similar to the one in the painting, with a little charm.

The painter in white seemed dissatisfied with this.

He kept writing and drawing.

Accompanied by his movements, white horses with cloud manes stepped out one after another.

They were only half similar at the beginning, and became more and more lifelike, shaking their heads and stamping their feet.

After a short while, hundreds of white horses with cloud manes stood between the painting workshops.

The white-clothed painter jumped on his horse, and the fox-tailed woman also jumped lightly. There were many white horses around, but she sat behind him.

Accompany this action.

These cloud-maned white horses seemed to have received the signal, and they all raised their heads and neighed, resounding through the sky.

In the newly built painting building around Cailang Painting Workshop, those painters who came to study were still exchanging painting skills, and there was a lot of voices.

Hearing this movement, he opened the window and looked out.

All of them were suddenly shocked and lost their voices.

But I saw hundreds of white horses scrambling to step on the auspicious clouds and go away!

The last few white horses are about to go empty.

The painter in white looked back and smiled.

"Master Yan, do you want to go to the clouds with me and look for the horse that rides the clouds?"

After all, the painter in white rode away on horseback.

"...Young friend Ning, don't leave, even old people!"

Yan Qingliang picked up the paintbrush and drew a white horse out of thin air. Its spirit and shape are also full of charm.

He got on his horse, clamped the horse's belly, although his speed was a bit slower, he also walked on the clouds, and galloped away with thousands of horses through the air.

Thousands of horses riding on the clouds, passing through the sky of Kaizhou, attracted countless people to look up and be shocked.

Yan Qingliang walked among the clouds, laughing too.

It seems that he has regained some youthful and wanton demeanor.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Above this altitude.

Among these clouds.

Suddenly, he saw a magnificent white horse galloping from afar.

"It's really good..."

[You draw a group of horses riding on the clouds, running on the sky, neighing endlessly, using this as bait. 】

[When the world was shocked, the spirit horse in the cloud was also attracted, and came riding on the cloud. 】

【You immediately chase after it and draw it among the clouds. 】

[After three months, the spirit horse you painted has exhausted its verve, and the wonderful technique of painting has also improved a lot, and it just stopped. 】

【Lingma bids farewell and runs away. 】

[The group of horses stops, and they also return to Cailang. 】

[However, the act of ten thousand horses stepping on the clouds has also spread throughout the world and turned into anecdotes. 】

[Zhiyi Fengbi, the world calls you a miraculous painter. 】

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