It is not easy for a blind man to draw a picture with both hands, let alone to draw a lifelike painting with bows left and right. Moreover, the old blind man painted so quickly, far exceeding the painters among ordinary people who are called masters.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes today, Wuqi would never believe his eyes. He would definitely think that this was an illusion, but the noble guests around who were still buying paintings from the old man were reminding him that this was true.

Wuqi stared at the blind old man silently painting, just like other guests around him, without saying anything, quietly witnessing the rapid release of paintings that were comparable to reality with his eyes. At this moment, his inner shock suddenly rose to an unimaginable height.

The old man draws very quickly, and unlike ordinary painters, he can not only rely on brushes to paint, but also use the fingers of his hands to paint. What's more, a blind man can even blow out a landscape painting with a beautiful artistic conception with his mouth. The subjects drawn by the old man are not limited to type or style.

Oil paintings, blowjob paintings, ink paintings, etc., he will always answer any request. And every time he makes a painting, he can bring surprises on the guests' faces that far exceed their expectations.

Looking at the old man's creation quietly, I suddenly felt like I was not in reality, but dreaming. A whimsical and unreasonable dream was so unreal, but so heart-warming.

Of course, if at the beginning, when Wuqi saw the old blind man drawing a painting that could be called a masterpiece, he was just shocked. Then when he saw the old man finish painting the last work of today and began to close the stall, he could only describe it as shock.

I really can't believe that there are such masters in the world of ordinary people. If I could learn this kind of painting skills from him, wouldn't my meditation and practice go to a higher level? No, maybe, I can be promoted to a state that I can't even imagine.

The sunset came, and when the blind old man put all the equipment back on the car and pushed the car and slowly left the stall, Wuqi suddenly had this idea flashed through his mind. After a moment, he made a decision without hesitation and followed quietly.

Wuqi was very curious about this blind old man. He planned to follow him secretly for a while to see why this old man had such superb painting skills.

Sword Saint City is a very large city. The blind old man walked around more than a dozen alleys and crossed more than twenty streets before he stopped. However, at this time, he had already left the scope of Sword Saint City and entered a muddy path. The path was winding and stretched towards a low mountain in the distance.

Wuqi followed quietly, and looked around. At the same time, the sun had just set, the earth was shrouded in the night, and the sky was very dark. He could not see whether the road led to the top of the low mountain or the canyon behind the low mountain. However, he found that there was a clear fire at the foot of the low mountain. After a closer look, he found that there was a dilapidated thatched hut, and the fire was from the hut.

The blind old man walked very quickly. Not long after, he came to the door of the cottage, shouted, and said, "Old woman, I'm back."

Not long after, the door creaked and was quietly opened. Wuqi saw an old woman with silver hair, rough skin but energetic walking out of the cottage. When the old woman saw the old man, she greeted him with a smile on her face. Then Wuqi heard the two of them laughing faintly in the room.

Wuqi quickly followed and jumped gently to the roof of the hut. Since this was the most simple thatched hut, he just gently pulled open some weeds and could clearly see everything under him. The blind old man and the old woman were having a meal while chatting and laughing. The food was so light that there were only vegetables and soup, and even a piece of meat could not be seen.

Wuqi suddenly felt puzzled: He had a lot of income during the day. Why did he eat so poorly at home? He is so old and still has to save money? The house is so simple, and several corners of the room are covered with dust. You can tell at a glance that their children don’t come to see them often, so what do they have to save so much money for?

Wuqi shook his head. He couldn't understand what the blind old man and the old woman were thinking, so he stopped thinking about it and continued to observe. The old couple had very few dishes, but they ate very slowly. And while the old couple was eating and laughing, the atmosphere seemed very warm.

After about an hour, the meal that Wuqi could not eat was finally finished. After washing the utensils, the old woman went to bed early. At this time, the only old man was left in the room. Wuqi's heart suddenly rose up. He looked at the old man with concentration, wanting to see how this old man with great painting skills developed this skill, so he didn't want to alarm the other party.

After the old woman went to bed, the old man slowly wandered around the room alone, as if he was thinking about something, but he seemed to think of nothing, just doing some walking exercises after meals. It looked very normal and nothing surprising. But an hour later, the old man's behavior began to become abnormal.

He stopped and stopped moving, like a normal person who suddenly became blind. He kept touching the air around him with his hands, his movements were extremely strange. Not only that, but even his walking speed suddenly became surprisingly slow.

It was not as flexible as it was at the beginning. The old man walked slowly at a speed like a turtle crawling. After touching the table, he put his hand on the table and kept rubbing it, touching from one corner to another, and then touching the front of the table from the bottom of the table. Everything was very slow, but it made Wuqi even more puzzled and weird.

What exactly is he touching?

Wuqi said in his heart.

After touching the table, the old man continued to walk aimlessly forward. Suddenly he tripped by a log chair. Fortunately, the old man reacted quickly and adjusted his posture in time, so he did not fall down. But he did not stop because of this, but began to stroke the chair that tripped him.

After the chair, the old man touched all the things in the hall one after another, including wooden frames attached to the wall, various stones like collectibles placed in the corner of the hall, as well as some wood carvings that could not be sold at all, as well as some common farm tools such as axes and hoes. The old man touched them up and down, without missing any part.

The more Wuqi looked at it, the more strange he felt. His curiosity rose to the peak in an instant, accompanied by increasingly heavier doubts.

After the blind old man touched all the things in the hall, he finally showed a satisfied smile on his face. Then he did not make any strange moves. His walking posture and speed instantly returned to the same state as ordinary people during the day.

I accurately came to the chair where I was eating and sat down. After exhaling a few long breaths, I suddenly whispered: "Since I'm here, why should I be a gentleman on the beam? I'm just a little old man who can only draw. Did you provoke this brother?"

While the old man was speaking, his voice was very stable and his expression was even more calm. He could not see any panic and fear at all. Instead, his expression was unusually natural. Wuqi was immediately startled by the old man's obvious words against him. He hurriedly got up and planned to escape, but in panic, he accidentally stepped on the air and fell from the roof without control.

Wuqi's expression in the air changed drastically. He quickly adjusted his posture. After turning over a fight in the air, he fell steadily to the ground without falling. However, the person was fine, but his face was pale. After taking a deep breath and quickly covering up the panic on his face, he slowly asked, "Do you know I'm following you?"

The blind old man smiled mysteriously and nodded, "I not only know that you are following me, but also know that you are a teenager, but also know that you are looking at me with surprise. You are very angry when you first saw me during the day, but after you saw me drawing, you were very shocked. You followed me just to teach you the techniques of painting. I was right?"

Wuqi was shocked again. This time, his inner shock was so great that it was indescribable. If the old man's painting skills at first made him just admire and admire him, then the old man's words now made him speechless. He even suddenly seemed like a mute, not knowing what to say.

All his thoughts and eyes were clearly stated by the blind old man who seemed to be an ordinary person in front of him, without any errors, just as if the old man had never been blind and had been really looking at him. However, Wuqi was very sure that the old man was really blind, otherwise he would not have been able to walk with his eyes closed just now.

This is not something that can be done day and night. It must be done after a long period of exercise. Wuqi looked at the old man quietly and did not dare to speak. However, after a moment of silence, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and said, "You must be thinking now, why do I know so much. Right?"

Wuqi nodded, and the old man continued, "Actually, you may not believe it. This is my ability to wake up from my body after I got blind. You can call it a foresight. Every other week I can have an opportunity to predict something about someone in a certain day in the next week."

Predicting the future? Do you actually have this ability?

Wuqi's eyes suddenly showed an incredible look, and he asked blankly: "Can you really see the future?"

The old man shook his head, pondered for a moment, and explained in a low voice: "In fact, it is not too accurate to say that it is a premonition. To be precise, it is a premonition. In other words, I am not able to really see everything I want to know in the next week. I can only understand one of them. It is like if I want to know something on the third day of the next week.

Then when I display my abilities, I can successfully see from that person the number of things he will experience on the third day of the future. These things are big and small, and are divided into different types. I can only choose to understand one of them. I can understand more big things, and small things will naturally become smaller.

But I can't see the whole thing, at most I can only see most of it. I still can't know the final result. As for why I know so much about you, it's because a few days ago, I was bored and predicted my itinerary today.

I discovered that there was something big enough to change my life fate, so after I learned about it, I saw you a few days ago, and learned through my ability that you would come to me. But I don’t know what it is to come to me and what changes you will make to my future.”

After the old man explained this, Wuqi thought for a moment and then he fully understood why the other party knew that he had followed him in the day. But Wuqi thought again, if this old man really had the ability to predict as he said, then what he said would bring huge changes to his future life?

"I could have changed the future. If I didn't go out to set up a stall today, I wouldn't have met you. But since I chose to accept my fate, then just say it. What's the matter with you looking for me?" The old man suddenly asked.

"I want you to teach me how to draw. I am also a person who often draws, but I can never improve my painting skills. I hope you can teach me." When I heard the old man's question, Wuqi's eyes lit up. He finally figured out what the big thing was in the old man's mouth. While he was excited, he replied happily.
Chapter completed!