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Chapter 107 Be Shocking 【Subscribe! ! 】

Kunzhou, Bianzhou, Guanzhou...

The white-clothed painter walks in the wilderness and the rivers and lakes.

Every time he goes to a place, he will stay for a month or two, draw a wonderful picture of the mountains and rivers, and then cover the canvas on the mountains and rivers——

The reason why the borderlands are chaotic and dilapidated is because of the war in the previous dynasty, which broke the ground veins.

As a result, the vitality of these places is lost, and they cannot raise too many creatures, so they can only take time to recover slowly.

But when the map of mountains and rivers fell, it gradually became effective.

Those who live in the cracks between poor mountains and bad waters are pleasantly surprised to find that the land has become more fertile.

The fruit on the tree was no longer sour and unpalatable, and the sown seedlings became stronger and stronger, and even those gloomy old trees began to sprout new shoots.

Such a change made them extremely happy, and they all kowtowed for the grace of God.

"These barren states would not be able to fully recover to the level of other states until two thousand years later."

"According to the current speed, it will take about three hundred years to completely recover its vitality, and in the next seven hundred years, it may become more prosperous and give birth to countless creatures..."

The painter in white stands on the top of the mountain.

Only one year has passed, but he seems to have experienced hundreds of years.

The eyebrows are all white, the hair is like snow, and the skin is dry...

The hand holding the pen is still as stable as Mount Tai, and the eyes are getting brighter, like stars.

He looked at the earth from afar, his eyes full of regret.

Whether it is skill, technique, strength, physique...

Everything has reached the pinnacle, the pinnacle of this life, but after drawing six pictures, it is almost exhausted.

There is still a long way to go from a truly complete picture of the Great Monsan River.

Is it because his accumulation is not enough?

Do not……

It is because the world of this era is too small, and the upper limit is too low, not enough to support him to a higher realm.

Moreover, although Danqing Miaofa is miraculous, it is only a little bit.

The painter in white used to think that it was extremely mysterious and had infinite potential.

Now that I have thoroughly understood it, I realize that it is just the surface, and there is a vast world behind it.

"Perhaps in the legend of Taixuan, there is heaven and earth in the sleeves of immortals. It is not an exaggerated description, but a real magic method."

Longing appeared in the painter's heart, but he was not disappointed.

He walked down the cliff with a pen, and his white clothes were like snow.

"It's time to bring closure to this picture."

...

Kunzhou, Qinghe Town.

The foxtail girl was left alone in the town.

At first she wanted to follow the son.

Before leaving, he remembered what the young master said.

"We will meet again."

"Until then, live well."

Unconsciously, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

Since the young master can use the map of mountains and rivers to slow down the speed of her life, and help her prolong her life for thousands of years.

Then it shouldn't be difficult to extend one's life for thousands of years.

Now that the son has said everything, he just left for a short time, and will meet again in the future...

If she just left like this, wouldn't she be very disappointed when the young master came back but couldn't see her?

So she endured it and chose to live in Qinghe Town to tidy up the family yard.

She prepares a table of sumptuous delicacies every day, sits in the courtyard, and waits for the son to return.

Day after day.

Spring goes and autumn comes, frost melts and flowers bloom.

A whole year has passed, but she has never seen that figure.

"My son is going out this time to draw a picture that will shock the world."

"For this stunning picture, the young master spent many years just preparing it. It is normal to draw slowly."

"I can't just wait, I have to prepare something..."

She recalled that when she first met the son, it was the season of peach blossoms.

So I found some peach saplings and planted them in the backyard.

Maybe wait until the next time the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

The son will return home.

Thinking of that scene, she became more and more motivated.

One, two...

One year, two years...

I don't know how many years have passed.

The town is surrounded by peach groves, every peach moon, thousands of flowers bloom together, very beautiful, attracting countless couples to stop.

Qinghe Town also changed its name and surname because of this, and was called Huatao Town.

The figure she was expecting still didn't appear.

She locked herself in the house in despair, and for three whole years, she never stepped out of the door.

until three years later.

She opened the door and walked out.

"Master may have lost his way outside."

"I'm going to find him."

With a bit of hope, a bit of anger.

She left the town to look for the son.

It wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized that the outside world had completely changed.

The once barren land is now full of vitality.

Although there is still a long way to go compared with those lands of fish and water, it is nothing compared to the poor mountains and rivers full of evil spirits in the past.

It wasn't until this moment that she finally understood.

What is the young master going to draw...

It is not a map of mountains and rivers, nor a scene of rivers and rivers.

But this bustling scene!

Today's flourishing rivers and lakes are the astonishing pictures drawn by the young master!

When she was stunned, she wept quietly.

"My lord, with your heart as the brush and your soul as the ink, you have painted the scene of this prosperous age, the mountains and rivers are peaceful, and this shocking picture..."

"you succeeded."

At this moment, she finally understood what the young master meant.

He left, but never left.

He used his soul as ink to draw the map of the world.

This is the picture of prosperity.

It is also the son himself.

"fraud……"

She wiped away her tears and stepped into the rivers and lakes.

She is no longer delusional.

The son has passed away, and he has devoted all his energy to painting this mountain and river.

If she went with the young master, it would be in vain to ignore the young master's wishes.

She made a decision.

"Young Master, since you have drawn this scene of prosperity, I will protect it for you until the end."

"I will not let anyone trample on your hard work..."

Follow her thoughts.

The sky and the earth seemed to fluctuate, and traces of black color gathered at her fingertips, forming a black long sword——

Although her strength is exhausted, there is no one out of ten, and she is a bit weaker than ordinary third-rate masters.

But when the young master painted a picture of mountains and rivers, he transferred part of his power to her.

She can rely on this power to slow down the speed of her own vitality, and she can also control this power to borrow some of the old master's magic.

Even if it's just a bit of power.

It can also make her surpass the so-called peerless master and become invincible in the world.

Since then.

Huatao Town is missing a fox-tailed woman who is looking forward to the son's return day and night.

In the rivers and lakes, there is an extra white fox fairy whose whereabouts are elusive.

...

Imperial state, imperial capital.

Since the painter in white beheaded the emperor's head, he painted it as a long-lived slave queen.

Yan Chicheng became more and more restless.

He was extremely curious and longing for the rivers and lakes described by Brother Ning, so he packed his bags and tried to leave the Taoist temple and the imperial capital.

Sure enough, as Brother Ning said.

Due to the chaos in the imperial capital, the new emperor ascended the throne.

It's hard for the emperor to protect himself, let alone stop him from going out.

He escaped successfully, walked with the sword behind his back, and walked into the rivers and lakes.

It wasn't until he traveled the rivers and lakes for decades, slaying monsters, getting rid of many injustices, and completely established and implemented the path in his heart.

Only then did he understand what Brother Ning had experienced in the past.

Looking back, recalling the different pictures of Hundred Demons again.

He had all kinds of new insights.

"Strange Tales of a Hundred Demons, I'm still conservative."

"There are probably many real tragedies. Brother Ning didn't choose to record them with a brush, but buried them completely..."

Yan Chicheng was filled with emotion.

In the past, as a storyteller, he had all sorts of thoughts and emotions.

But when he got into the story, he finally understood how precious it is to be able to stick to his mind like Brother Ning without wavering in the slightest.

only……

"Where's Brother Ning?"

Yan Chicheng walked out of the rivers and lakes and looked at the world, feeling confused.

He has traveled the world for many years, and his reputation has spread, leaving behind many deeds, which makes him quite famous.

But that brother Ning who was both a teacher and a friend disappeared.

Ever since he painted the world's magical spirit beasts and transformed them into various legendary deeds, he has completely disappeared without a trace.

In the first few years, people didn't pay much attention.

It is normal for the painter to disappear for a few years and draw in retreat.

But over time—

Five years, ten years passed.

People suddenly woke up.

"Where is the Miraculous Painter?"

All of a sudden, various speculations and rumors spread wildly in the arena.

The old works of Shenmiao Painter, even the original "Midnight Demon Fox", were looted by countless people.

If the magical painter no longer appears...

These are all perfect!

Not to mention, many of these works contain divine power and are rare treasures!

When people scramble for Zhiyi's paintings.

Yan Chicheng had some guesses.

He remembered what Brother Ning had said to him.

"Paint a masterpiece."

What is a shocking work?

With these doubts in mind, Yan Chicheng passed two hundred years in a flash.

He is no longer the ignorant young man of the past, but has become the master of Yongle Taoist Temple, the leader of the Taoist sect, and is admired by others.

Until one day, he retreated out.

I saw a young descendant dug out the painting of the Immortal Slave from the depths of his study.

Looking at that wonderful picture, the confusion deep in Yan Chicheng's heart arose again.

At this time, the legend about the white fox fairy began to spread in the world.

This reminded him of the fox-tailed woman who sat behind Brother Ning in the past.

So he left the Taoist temple and set off for Bianzhou.

He has never left the Taoist temple for more than a hundred years, and is committed to cultivating a new generation of Taoists and passing on the spirit.

Therefore, when he saw Bianzhou with his own eyes and saw the great changes in the Jianghu, he was shocked beyond words.

Only a hundred years have passed, and the poor mountains and rivers in the past have turned into such a prosperous and prosperous scene?

With this shock and confusion.

He spent a full three months traveling through various places in Bianzhou and Guanzhou.

Finally, in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, I saw the white fox fairy.

Time seemed to stop on her.

Over the past hundred years, she has not changed at all.

It's just that the softness that leaned against brother Ning back then was gone, and her demeanor was a little more cold and calm.

Yan Chicheng knew that spirit beasts had a long lifespan, so he was not surprised.

Directly explain the purpose of coming.

It is to ask Brother Ning about his condition.

It was also asking about the stunning picture that Brother Ning was talking about.

Facing Yan Chicheng's question, Fairy Baihu's eyes flashed a trace of loneliness.

She turned and left, leaving only one sentence.

"This river and lake is the picture drawn by the young master."

Hearing this, Yan Chicheng was struck by lightning.

He suddenly understood something, reached out to touch the trees around him, and exhausted all his strength, it seemed that he had finally crossed a certain distance.

He saw a picture scroll and a power that nourished all things.

Recalling the great changes in the rivers and lakes over the past hundred years.

Remember the bustling towns that grew and built.

Recalling that this place, which was originally independent from the prosperity, was finally touched by the sun and became a part of the prosperity...

Recalling the speculations of the world over the past century, and the ups and downs that have arisen in order to compete for the map of Zhiyi.

His eyebrows moved slightly, he lost his bearing, and burst out laughing.

I don't know how long it took, the laughter stopped, and he was completely amazed.

"Brother Ning, this picture should be shocking."

...

[Mengli 1353, peach month eleventh. 】

【You exhausted your mind and energy to draw pictures of mountains and rivers, lay the foundation for the seven states, and disappear from the world. 】

[Until two hundred years later, the picture you drew spread throughout the world through the mouth of old friends. 】

[The whole world is amazed, so it leaves an immortal legend. 】

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