Without A Heroic Spirit, I Can Only End In Person

Chapter 106 The Map of Mountains and Rivers 【Subscribe! ! 】

Jiang He chased the cloud-maned horse for three full months.

It not only depicts its divine steed appearance, but also depicts its magnificence.

The spirit horse in the painting was born under his pen.

Not only can you chase the sky and step on the clouds, but you can also travel thousands of miles a day.

In this process, Jiang He's attainments in Danqing Miaofa have successfully taken a big step forward!

If it is said that Yan Qingliang could understand his realm before, he could still hold his own.

Now he is completely invisible.

There are six kinds of magical spirit beasts in the Meng Dynasty.

After Jiang He drew the [Divine Horse Among the Clouds], he set his sights on the next spirit beast.

[Thousands of flowers and butterflies].

It's like running among the clouds, a cloud-maned horse that is hard to find.

It is almost impossible to find a butterfly in the vast world.

Be someone else—

For example, Yan Qingliang when he was young, at best he just tried his luck.

After spending several months walking among the sea of ​​flowers, but failed to find any trace of Lingdie, I had no choice but to give up.

Jiang He is different.

After the end of Ema in the Clouds, the time has come to the beginning of spring.

He took Ruan Xiangyu to Lingzhou, known as the state of thousands of flowers, and built a wooden house in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers that had just bloomed.

Since then, he started painting flowers every day when he woke up.

All kinds of colorful flowers.

In spring, the flowers he painted were so vivid that they fell in the sea of ​​flowers, and people couldn't tell the real ones from the fake ones.

Bees and butterflies can.

They will bypass the false flowers and stay on the real flowers.

In summer, the flowers he painted were completely fake.

Even those bees and butterflies can't tell the truth from the false, and even run to stay on the false flower to gather honey.

Wait until autumn.

He swiped his brush, and the flowers took root.

Those bees and butterflies all gave up the real flower and surrounded the false flower, forming a grand scene.

until this time.

He stopped, stopped painting flowers, and started to paint grass.

Day by day, day by day.

Three full months passed.

Winter is here, and it is snowing heavily.

The grassland where the sea of ​​flowers used to be is completely covered by snow.

Looking from a distance, it is covered with snow.

In the snow scene, the woman with the fox tail heard the call and walked out of the house.

"Sir, don't worry, the chicken soup will be ready soon..."

The painter in white smiled lightly upon hearing this.

"You can wait for the chicken soup first, and watch this first."

The fox-tailed woman's heart moved slightly.

The young master has been painting for a whole year, and now he is finally going to finish it?

She looked at--

But the painter in white picked up a pekoe brush and added a flower bud to a green grass under his feet.

It seems to be the finishing touch.

When the buds appear, the snow capped scene instantly melts away.

On the entire grassland that can be seen as far as the eye can see, every green grass is slightly swaying, as if blowing by the breeze, sprouting buds.

These buds grow rapidly and bloom quickly.

Just a breath in the past.

The grassland, which was still covered with snow just now, has already bloomed into a boundless sea of ​​flowers.

The flowers are colorful and colorful.

With the wind blowing, you can even smell the strong fragrance of flowers.

When this beautiful scene is born in the cold winter, it seems like a midsummer in an instant.

There is also light blooming in the eyes of the fox-tailed woman.

"My son..."

"coming!"

The eyes of the painter in white suddenly lit up.

He immediately pulled out the canvas, picked up the brush, and looked into the distance——

But on the ice and snow, a colorful butterfly flew by quickly, sprinting towards this sea of ​​flowers, the speed was so fast that it even set off a hurricane!

Even if there are flowers in full bloom in winter, how can it compare with this beautiful flower sea?

Another spirit beast picture to start!

I saw the painter in white immersed in painting.

The fox-tailed woman's eyes became softer, standing beside the painter, quietly watching him record the beautiful butterflies in the sea of ​​flowers with the brush in his hand.

I don't know how long it has passed...

She came back to herself suddenly.

"Broken, chicken soup!"

...

[Cloud-maned horses, colorful butterflies, camel mountain takins...]

[In order to climb the pinnacle of painting, you traveled to every state in the world, and painted the spirits with your brush, and you also left many legends, and your reputation spread more and more. 】

[Time flies, five years have passed. 】

[1351 of the Meng calendar, the eleventh day of the Dutch month. 】

[You have drawn the spirit beasts in the world and made them into five-spirit diagrams. The miraculous method of the painting has reached the unimaginable realm of ordinary people, and you finally feel the bottleneck. 】

[You know that you have already reached the peak of the wonderful method, and it is difficult to advance further. 】

【So decided...】

[A: Direct drawing, B: Personal intervention]

Jiang He brushed the words with his fingertips.

All the memories, experience, and knowledge of the past five years have been absorbed and digested.

He knew in his heart——

Now the skills and techniques have all been polished to the peak.

Finally, I can try to draw that amazing picture.

"The concept of the world-shocking picture is too big. Even if everything has been polished to the peak, if I want to achieve the effect I expected, I must devote all my heart, strength, and even everything."

"This should be my last picture in this life."

Jiang He already had a premonition.

He's going to give it his all on this picture.

It is even possible to die with painstaking efforts when the picture is completed.

Think of that possibility.

He has no regrets.

the reason is simple--

For a creator, being able to devote everything to create a peak work that can shock the world is the ultimate pursuit.

Even if it wasn't for Xiangyu.

He may well end up on that path, too.

"Now I understand why there are swordsmiths who sacrifice their lives for swords..."

"So."

"Since you have to pour everything into it, leave nothing behind."

【Personal interference】

Double the increase, increase it for me!

...

Wuzhou, among the mountains.

The painter in white stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.

There are not many people living in this mountain range at present, only a small number of mountain people exist.

But he knew that after thousands of years, Taoists would come here to open up Taoist temples and leave inheritances.

Give the name of longevity.

Some memories flow in my heart.

He called out.

"Xiangyu."

"Young master, I'm here!"

There was a reply from afar.

In the shadow of the tree, the fox-tailed woman landed with a basket, and there were some fruits and vegetables in full bloom——

Many years ago, when she was still strong, she protected the young master for a while.

It's just that with the weakening of strength, the young master has also gone from being weak to the current state where he is invincible in the world and invincible in the sky.

She has been completely reduced to a little cook.

However, she didn't mind, on the contrary, she enjoyed it, picking and choosing with her backpack.

"There are a lot of resources here, my son, you are lucky tonight..."

"Xiangyu, what's your favorite place?"

The painter in white patiently listened to her and asked questions.

The fox-tailed woman froze for a moment, as if realizing something.

The young master has finally completed his accumulation and is about to start painting?

For living in the painting, the fox-tailed woman didn't mind at all, but looked forward to it.

She recalled it, her cheeks flushed.

"Qinghe Town."

Although there is nothing special about Qinghe Town, it is just an ordinary town.

But that was the place where she met the young master.

And even though there wasn't much communication with the young master at that time, there was a tacit understanding.

If possible, she would like to live in that hut in Qinghe Town all the time.

"Qinghe Town? Is there any more?"

The young master is not satisfied with this answer?

The fox-tailed woman was slightly disappointed, thought about it, and said again.

"It's a barren village in Bianzhou."

When traveling with the young master, the hut in the deserted village where we lived together was not bad.

Full of memories.

"Anymore?"

Young master still not satisfied?

The foxtail woman said several different things.

The painter in white stopped asking.

Confused, she asked involuntarily.

"Young Master, after asking so many places, which one do you want to draw?"

The painter in white smiled, but did not answer her question.

Instead, he summoned a painted horse with a cloud mane, and drove her to Kunzhou, circling in the air.

The Yunmane painted horse was extremely fast. In just two or three days, it had already run across every corner of Kunzhou before landing in Qinghe Town.

The former residence of the painter has long been dilapidated.

After the white-clothed painter rebuilt the residence, he meditated for a whole month.

Finally picked up the canvas, picked up the brush.

What falls into the pen is not the Qinghe Town that the fox-tailed woman imagined——

Mountains, forests, cities, rivers, people...

On a canvas the size of a tablecloth, the entire Kunzhou is actually condensed!

The fox-tailed woman looked at the canvas, feeling dizzy as if she was about to fall into it, and she couldn't bear the huge amount of information contained in it.

The young master wants to draw a picture of mountains and rivers based on the whole of Kunzhou!

During the painting process, the painter in white put all his heart and soul into it. Every time he writes, a strand of hair changes from black to white.

When he straightened up, his temples were already gray.

It seems to gradually go from youth to twilight, spanning decades!

"Young master!"

Seeing the young master's gray temples, the fox-tailed woman had tears in her eyes.

She was full of puzzlement.

Obviously she only needs a very small drawing...

It doesn't need any beautiful scenery, as long as it can slow down the time and let her spend a few more years with the young master, she is already satisfied.

My son, why is this so?

The painter in white seemed to know what the woman was thinking.

He didn't say much, he directly lifted the canvas, took her out, and rode a cloud horse towards the sky.

Standing high above the sky, looking at the incomparably vast land.

The painter in white dropped the canvas in his hand——

Accompanied by this movement, the canvas on which the mountains and rivers of Kunzhou were drawn turned into a hazy shadow, covering the entire land and blending with it!

The entire land of Kunzhou seemed to have stopped for an instant.

The river stopped flowing, the birds and beasts stopped, and all the people in Kunzhou were slightly absent-minded.

When they came back to their senses, they looked around suspiciously, but they couldn't find any changes.

Only the foxtail woman over Kunzhou can feel it.

Her life passed, stagnated.

She obviously didn't set foot in drawing, but her life stopped passing by.

No, to be more precise...

The land of Kunzhou was replaced by a picture drawn by a painter in white!

Realizing this, the shock in the foxtail woman's heart overwhelmed her sadness for a moment.

The son's voice sounded.

"This is a map of mountains and rivers... it is only a part at present."

"When it is fully formed, it can be integrated into this state, and with the help of the power of the earth's veins, it can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and maintain its own stability."

"The power released during this process can make the vegetation grow stronger and the land more fertile."

"It is equivalent to a painting treasure that nourishes the earth."

"This process will cause wear and tear, and it can only last for about a thousand years before it will automatically disintegrate."

"Xiangyu, I transferred part of the power of the Mountain and River Map to you. As long as you are in the Mountain and River Map, you can slow down the speed of life."

"This process takes almost a thousand years."

The fox-tailed woman already understood what the young master was thinking.

With the existence of the map of mountains and rivers, not only can she prolong her life for thousands of years, but she can even walk in Kunzhou at will without any restrictions.

Moreover, according to the son's words.

He even wants to draw more pictures of mountains and rivers to connect them together!

"Young master, I don't..."

"Xiangyu, listen."

The fox-tailed woman just spoke.

But was interrupted by the painter in white.

He looked at the fox-tailed woman with clear eyes, and said calmly.

"It's my choice."

"Even without you, I will definitely draw a truly shocking picture."

"You can be my dream, or my obsession, or my destiny."

The fox-tailed woman originally had countless things she wanted to say, and countless things she wanted to persuade.

Seeing the eyes of the white-clothed painter, but unable to utter half a word of persuasion——

After getting along for many years, she already knew that the decision made by the young master would never be changed.

She had no choice but to bow her head in silence, wiping the tears off her cheeks.

If this is the son's choice...

Then she can go with the son.

The painter in white seemed to see through her thoughts, raised his hand to rub her head, and whispered in her ear.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead, I'm just leaving temporarily."

"We will meet again."

"Until then, live well."

After all, the white-clothed painter sent the fox-tailed girl back to Qinghe Town.

Riding away.

It's almost the end, writing, deleting and deleting, it's even slower, sorry!

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