Wizard: I Brought the Wrong System

Chapter 468 The Sacredness of Loneliness

Yaro noticed the difference in focus between Holly and Bud.

What Heli cared about was whether Yaro was injured.

But what Bard is concerned about is whether there will be any problems with the Wind Dragon Armor.

Yaro knew that there was nothing wrong with Bard's approach. After all, the Wind Dragon Armor was related to his future. What's more, when Yaro fell into a disadvantage, he also rushed out to support him. Although Yaro stopped him, this time It doesn't mean he failed in his duties.

But this slight difference left a trace in Yaro's heart.

He thought secretly: "The purpose of cultivating Bard is for immediate combat power. If the demon hunters are willing to join, can we postpone the cultivation of real-time combat power for now and focus on cultivating those who are loyal to us?"

Of course, this is just a preliminary idea. Since he has already agreed to Bard, Yaro is not going to go back on his words.

What's more, helping Bard learn 'Qi and Blood Fury' will not only improve his personal strength, but also set a goal for others to look forward to and pursue, which is not without benefit.

After a day of rest in Laner Village, I left some manuscripts on pure mathematics and structure that I got from Ian Boone for Hurley as teaching materials. I also gave Bud some pointers on some problems encountered during exercise. .

In the early morning of the next day, Yaro left Lan'er Village and went deep into the Dryad Forest, where he found the tall oak tree demon again.

"Grandma Oak, good morning." Yaro saluted respectfully.

Granny Oak smiled kindly and said: "Good morning, little wizard Yaro. There has been no news for so long. I thought you didn't need the Batcave anymore."

Granny Oak originally promised five days, but now ten days have passed, so there is a reason why she said such a thing.

"I'm sorry, Granny Oak, I've been delayed by some things recently. I'm very sorry for missing the appointment for so long."

"It's not a broken promise. It's only five days. I just happened to take a nap."

Granny Oak said again, "By the way, let's try this cup of tea. This time I specially asked the elk to test the temperature. I won't make the same mistake as last time."

Before he finished speaking, the small tree next to him trembled slightly, and a huge jasmine flower bloomed again.

Yaro took the huge flower and said gratefully: "Thank you very much, um... In addition, I have specially prepared a gift for you. I hope you can forgive me for my rudeness."

"Gift? That's great! This is the first gift I have received since I became Oak. I am very much looking forward to seeing it." Granny Oak said with a smile.

"It's not something expensive. I hope you won't be disappointed after reading it."

Yaro said, taking out a carefully packaged and exquisite gift box from the side pocket, and handed it to the branch hanging down by the side.

"How can I be disappointed? Even if you give me an empty box, the gift itself will not let me down."

As Grandma Oak spoke, she flexibly opened the gift box with a branch.

When the gift box was opened, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Inside the gift box is a gorgeous painting more than three meters wide, made of intertwined grass stems and moss. Even the plants are still alive and well, exuding a fresh breath.

And in the painting.

A huge and sacred oak tree stands in the vast forest.

The trunk of the oak tree is thick and powerful, and the branches stretch out in all directions, like huge arms, broad and powerful. The branches and leaves are as dense as clouds, forming a huge green umbrella. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming colorful spots. It lights up the green lawn under the trees.

The whole picture is full of mystery and solemnity, seeming to depict a sacred and kind forest god.

Granny Oak was shocked by the magnificence and majesty of the oak tree in the painting, and her eyes as big as millstones were even more wide-eyed.

She shook the withered branches and said to herself in disbelief: "Is this... a painting of me?"

I can’t say that they are not alike, they are indeed sixty percent similar to her before, and as for more... Shen Yun is also quite similar?

This is normal. Drawing is to draw and construct images by hand, using elements such as colors, lines, and shapes to express your thoughts, emotions, and opinions.

Exactly the same, that’s called a replica, how can it be called a work of art?

How is it possible for viewers to have different feelings and associations?

Granny Oak stared at the oak tree in the painting, as if she saw her own shadow cast on the majestic trunk.

Her mind wandered, recalling the years since she became an oak tree.

When an old elf dies, her skin gradually becomes rough and hardened, her fingers gradually extend and branch into branches, and her hair transforms into slender branches.

Squirrels often jumped and played on her branches, little rabbits took a nap on her roots, and some birds often sang on her branches. Their songs were melodious and sweet, and it was once her favorite ditty.

It's a pity that as she grows bigger and bigger, the magic power accumulated in her body becomes stronger and stronger. Those ordinary animals gradually dare not get close to her like this anymore, but she is unwilling to use magic power to force those natural animals to The elf, so she could only separate the branches, turn into a new tree, and then repeat the process.

But as time went by, the area covered by her magic became wider and wider, and the number of ordinary animals around her gradually decreased, replaced by the prying eyes of some monsters.

Feeling conflicted and helpless, she decided to give up further expansion and shrink her territory. She only used a small number of weak branches to sense the outside world and integrated into the cycle of nature.

"Holy...it should be lonely." Granny Oak murmured to herself.

Yaro didn't know why Granny Oak could see the charm of "loneliness" in her "beautiful" paintings.

But he also understood that "there will be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers." What Granny Oak saw was not the "beautiful" painting.

What she is looking at is herself.

"Holy, maybe he is lonely?" Yaro said softly.

"Oh?" Granny Oak turned her head and looked over, "Why do you say that?"

I just said it casually, why do you say this or that?

But this is not a problem for Yarrow.

When it comes to reading comprehension, you don’t have to make up a few random sentences. You may get points if you make up a few sentences, but you won’t get anything if you don’t make up a few sentences.

"Because holiness represents purity and unattainability. Purity also means that there is no interference from external objects, and it is a pure and pure existence. And being unattainable means that others can't interfere even if they want to." Ya Luo analyzed seriously.

"You are so good at expressing yourself and have such methods, I am afraid you can charm many little human girls." Granny Oak said jokingly.

She greatly admired Yarrow's wisdom and understanding.

With her 'lifetime' experience, how could she not know that the same truth can be expressed in different ways.

Yaro shrugged, not caring.

"What's the name of this painting?" Granny Oak asked curiously.

"The name of the painting?"

Yaluo was startled, and then explained: "Grandma Oak, you can see it, right? This painting is completely composed of various small plants. Even if it is carefully cultivated, it will be difficult to maintain it for a long time. Therefore, I I never thought of giving it a name in the first place.”

Different plants have different lifespans, but if all the plants dry up, the overall color will change greatly.

This is not a painting that can be preserved for a long time.

"Is it created by wood magic?" Granny Oak suddenly asked.

"You can see it," Yaro said, slightly embarrassed, "but don't get me wrong, this painting was indeed created by me using wood magic power, and the content that can be used for painting is also a work that I carefully conceived. Whether it is an oil painting , murals, or watercolors, isn’t painting just about using different materials to express personal ideas in different ways?”

"Little wizard, don't worry, I'm not blaming you, or on the contrary, I like paintings with this kind of material very much. It shows the beauty of nature and is full of vitality. Whether it is material or content, it exudes uniqueness. Charm."

Grandma Oak paused, sighed slightly, and continued: "If such a beautiful work does not have a name, it will not even be able to be mentioned separately in the future. Isn't it a great pity? Perhaps, we should give it a special name. , to highlight its uniqueness and charm?”

"Since my mother-in-law likes it, let her name it. This book is a gift to you."

"In this case…"

Granny Oak thought for a moment, then looked at the picture again: "How about calling it 'Lonely Oak'?"

Yaro was a little surprised: "The lonely oak tree? Shouldn't it be the sacred oak tree?"

You know, in order to make this painting look more sacred, he pulled his hair a lot last night and recalled the fragmented memories from his previous life.

Granny Oak sighed softly and smiled calmly: "But what you just said is right, 'the real holiness is loneliness.' On the other hand, the holiness that is mixed in the dust is not the real holiness, at most it is an evil god.

In fact, this oak tree can't even be called "lonely". It's just because your painting skills are so superb that you can barely reach the word "lonely". "

The evil **** never had a good reputation among wizards.

Granny Oak compared this painting...or herself to the 'evil god'.

This shows how much influence this painting had on Granny Oak.

Yaro didn't think that deeply, and simply responded: "You are so complimentary. I just expressed my feelings when I saw you for the first time in a painting."

"This is a lie." Granny Oak said with a smile.

Forehead…

Almost forgot!

"Only a little bit added at most..." Yarobi made a subtle movement, "artistic modification!"

"Okay, this great art painter..." Granny Oak teased, "I can sense a very clear residue of wood magic in this painting. I am convinced that this painting took no more than a year to create. All day long. So, such a great art painter, can you teach me the techniques for creating this painting?"

Later, Granny Oak added sternly: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to learn how to preserve this painting for a longer period of time, such as adding color, or directly copying it. I don't want to pry into any of your secrets. If it's inconvenient, you are completely free." You can refuse to answer.”

By choosing this gift, Yaro was showing that he had mastered the wood-based void magic. He was using this method to show that he was indeed learning "Summoning Tree Spirit Guards" step by step as agreed.

He really didn't expect that Granny Oak would not only have no reaction to his mastery of wood-type void magic power, but would actually value this ordinary plant painting so much.

what is this?

Buy a casket and give it back a pearl?

"Of course you can, but if you want to teach it... I really don't know how to teach it. I'll show you and you will understand."

Granny Oak became interested, "You want to make a painting now? Do you need me to prepare anything for you?"

"No need to bother."

Yaro said, closing his eyes and recalling the feeling of painting last night.

Then put his hands together.

Snapped!

Yaro opened his eyes.

"alright!"

Granny Oak: What happened? !

"Look at my palm." Yaro reminded.

Granny Oak looked at humans the same way humans look at kittens. After hearing Yaro's reminder, Granny Oak narrowed her eyes into a thin line and looked at Yaro's open palms.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, Grandma Oak said unconfidently: "When did there appear a portrait of a tree on your palm? Was it prepared in advance?"

"of course not."

Yaro shook his head, pulled off the stick on his palm, held the back of his left hand with his right hand, then closed his eyes in concentration, and said at the same time: "You can see my palm clearly."

Just for a moment, a soft magic power enveloped the exposed left hand. Granny Oak could see it clearly and murmured in confusion: "Breeding technique? I haven't practiced it, okay? Why is it so intermittent?"

Then, just like that, Yaro's palm turned into something she couldn't understand.

-Slender grass vines of one or three colors grow interlaced along the intermittent magic power of the breeding technique. In the blink of an eye, the technique turns into a brand new tree painting.

"How can this be?"

Granny Oak blinked repeatedly, her big face even brought a cool breeze, but the scene in front of her was still the same.

She couldn't help but ask: "How did you do it?"

Yaro looked innocent: "After I mastered how to mobilize the wood-type void magic power, I found that I could do this kind of thing when I went to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, and then I tried it, and it turned out that it really worked."

Why do birds fly?

Wouldn't it be enough to just spread your wings?

Why do fish swim?

Wouldn't it be enough to just jump into the water?

How to get a perfect score on the exam?

Just take a pen and write the correct answer on the paper.

Don't ask, just ask, it's common sense.

And what Yaro said was true, because he really knew how to paint with his palms when he knew how to activate the "Wood Void Magic".

—After learning ‘Dun Jia’, you will naturally master the ‘Wood Element Void Magic Power’ and palm painting.

"Grandma Oak, look, I don't know how to teach you. How about... you practice more?"

Yaro suggested in a low voice.

(End of chapter)