Without a heroic spirit, I can only end it myself.

Kunzhou, Bianzhou, Guanzhou...

The painter in white clothes walks in the wilderness and in the rivers and lakes.

Every time he visited a place, he would stay for a month or two, draw a wonderful picture of the mountains and rivers, and then cover the canvas with the mountains and rivers——

The reason why the borderlands are chaotic and dilapidated is because of the wars in the previous dynasties that broke the earth's veins.

As a result, these places have lost their vitality and cannot support many living beings. They can only spend time slowly recovering.

But when the mountain and river map fell down, it gradually came into effect.

Those who survived in the harsh mountains and rivers were pleasantly surprised to find that the land had become more fertile.

The fruits on the trees are no longer sour and unpalatable, the seedlings sown are getting stronger and stronger, and even the gloomy old trees are beginning to sprout new shoots.

This change made them extremely happy, and they thanked God one after another.

"It would take two thousand years for these border states to completely recover to the level of other states."

"At the current rate, it will take about three hundred years to completely recover, 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.

My eyebrows are all white, my hair is like falling snow, and my skin is dry...

The hand holding the pen was still as steady as a mountain, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, like stars.

He looked at the earth in the distance, his eyes full of regret.

Regardless of his skills, techniques, strength, physique...

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

It is still far from a truly complete map of the Damengshan River.

Is it because his accumulation is not enough?

No……

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

Moreover, although the wonderful method of painting is magical, it is only a small amount.

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

Now that I have thoroughly understood it, I have discovered that it is just fur, and there is a vast world behind it.

"Perhaps in the Taixuan legend, there is heaven and earth in the immortal's sleeve. It is not an exaggerated description, but a real magic method."

Longing appears in the painter's heart, but he is not disappointed.

He walked down the cliff with a pen in hand, his clothes as white as snow.

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

…

Qinghe Town, Kunzhou.

The fox-tailed woman was left alone in the town.

At first she wanted to follow the young master.

Before leaving, I remembered what the young master said.

"We will meet again."

"Until then, live well."

Unconsciously, a glimmer of hope arose in her heart.

Since the young master can use the Mountain and River Map to slow down the passage of her life and help her live for a thousand years.

Then it shouldn't be difficult to extend one's life for a thousand years.

Now that the young master has said it, he is only leaving for a short time and we will meet again in the future...

If she just left like this, wouldn't it be very disappointing if the young master couldn't see her when he came back?

So she endured it and chose to live in Qinghe Town to tidy up her home.

She prepared a sumptuous table of delicious food every day and sat in the courtyard, waiting for the return of the young master.

Day after day.

Spring passes and autumn comes, the frost melts and the flowers bloom.

A whole year passed, and she never saw that figure.

"Young Master is going out this time to paint a shocking picture."

"For this astonishing painting, the young master spent many years just preparing it. It is normal for the painting to be slower."

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

She recalled that when she first met the young master, it was the season when peach blossoms were in full bloom.

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

Maybe wait until the next time the peach blossoms bloom.

The young master will return home.

Thinking of that scene, she became even more motivated.

One plant, two plants...

One year, two years...

I don’t know how many years have passed.

The town is surrounded by peach groves. During the Peach Moon, thousands of flowers bloom and are so beautiful that they attract countless couples to stop.

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

The figure she was expecting still didn't appear.

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

Until three years later.

She pushed open the door and walked out.

"Young Master may have gotten lost outside."

"I'll go find him."

With a bit of hope and a bit of anger.

She left the town to look for the young master.

It was only then that she suddenly realized that the outside world had completely changed.

What was once a deserted place is now full of life.

Although it is still far behind those places of fish and water, it is nothing compared to the barren mountains and harsh waters of the past, which were full of evil spirits.

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

What is the master going to draw...

It is not a picture of mountains and rivers, not a scene of rivers.

But this prosperous scene!

Today's prosperous world is the shocking picture drawn by the young master!

She was stunned, but she cried quietly again.

"Young master, you used your heart as your pen and your soul as your ink to paint the scenery of this prosperous age, the peace of mountains and rivers, and the shocking picture of the world..."

"you made it."

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 heaven and earth.

This is a picture of a prosperous age.

It is also the prince himself.

"fraud……"

She wiped away her tears and walked into the world.

She was disenchanted.

The young master has passed away, and he poured his heart and soul into painting these mountains and rivers.

If she goes with him, she will be in vain.

She made her decision.

"Sir, since you have painted this prosperous scene, I will protect it for you until the end."

"I won't let anyone trample on your hard work..."

Follow her thoughts.

The world seemed to be fluctuating, and strands of ink gathered on her fingertips, forming a long ink sword——

Although her strength was exhausted and she was weak, compared to ordinary third-rate masters, she was a little weaker.

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

She can rely on this power to slow down the loss of her own life force, and she can also control this power and borrow some of the master's past magic.

Even if it's just a fraction of the power of mountains and rivers.

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

Since then.

Huatao Town is missing a fox-tailed woman who is looking forward to the return of the young master day and night.

In the rivers and lakes, there is an elusive white fox fairy.

…

Imperial State, Imperial Capital.

The painter in white clothes beheaded the emperor and painted a picture of the immortal slave queen.

Yan Chicheng became more and more restless.

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

Sure enough, it was just as Brother Ning said.

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

The Imperial Master could not protect himself, let alone stop him from leaving.

He managed to escape, carried his sword and walked into the rivers and lakes.

It wasn't until he traveled around the world for decades, slaying evil spirits, and eliminating many injustices that he finally established and implemented the path in his heart.

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

Looking back, I recall the strange stories of hundreds of demons.

He had various new insights.

"A hundred demons have different ideas, but it's better to be conservative."

"There are probably many truly tragic events. Brother Ning did not choose to record them with a brush, but buried them completely..."

Yan Chicheng was filled with emotions.

As a storyteller in the past, he had many thoughts and emotions.

But when he actually got into the story, he finally understood how valuable it was to be able to persist in his thoughts like Brother Ning without wavering at all.

only……

"Where is Brother Ning?"

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

He has traveled around the world for many years, and his reputation has spread. He has left many deeds and is quite famous as a chivalrous man.

But Brother Ning, who was both a teacher and a friend, disappeared.

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

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

It is very normal for a painter to disappear for a few years and paint in seclusion.

But as time goes by——

Five years and ten years passed.

People suddenly woke up.

"Where's the wonderful painter?"

For a time, various speculations and rumors spread wildly in the world.

The works of the wonderful painter in the past, even the original "Midnight Demon Fox", have been snatched up by countless people.

If the Wonderful Painter never shows up again...

These are all excellent!

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

When people compete for unique paintings.

Yan Chicheng had some guesses.

He remembered what Brother Ning once said to him.

"Paint a stunning painting."

What is a shocking work?

With Yan Chicheng's doubts, two hundred years passed in a flash.

He is no longer the ignorant young man he used to be. He has become the master of Yongle Taoist Temple, the leader of the Taoist sect, and is respected by others.

Until one day, he went into seclusion.

I saw a young descendant pull out the painting of 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 used to sit behind Brother Ning.

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

He has not 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 huge changes that had taken place in the world, he was shocked beyond words.

Only a hundred years have passed, and the once barren mountains and rivers have turned into such a prosperous and prosperous scene?

With this shock and confusion.

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

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

Time seemed to stop for her.

A hundred years have passed and she has not changed at all.

It's just that he no longer had the weakness that he had when he leaned behind Brother Ning, and his temperament became a bit colder and colder.

Yan Chicheng knew that spirit beasts had a long lifespan and was not surprised.

State your intention directly.

He was asking about Brother Ning's condition.

He was also asking about the shocking picture that Brother Ning mentioned.

Facing Yan Chicheng's question, Fairy White Fox flashed a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

She turned and left, leaving only one sentence behind.

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

Upon hearing this, Yan Chicheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He suddenly understood something. He reached out and touched the trees around him, using all his strength, it seemed that he had finally crossed a certain gap.

He saw a picture and a force that nourishes all things.

Recalling the great changes in the world over the past hundred years.

Recall the bustling towns that gradually developed and were built.

Recalling that this place that was originally independent of the prosperous age was finally touched by the sun and became a part of the mountains and rivers of the prosperous age...

Recalling the speculations of the world for hundreds of years, as well as the ups and downs that arose in the fight for the strange map.

He moved his eyebrows slightly, lost his manners, and burst into laughter.

After an unknown amount of time, the laughter stopped and he was completely impressed.

"Brother Ning, this picture is truly shocking."

…

[In the year 1353 of the Meng calendar, it was the eleventh day of the peach month. 】

[You spent all your energy to draw the map of mountains and rivers, laid the foundation for the seven states, and disappeared from the world. 】

[Two hundred years later, the picture you drew spread throughout the world through the mouths of old friends. 】

[The whole world was impressed, and an immortal legend was left. 】

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