Taiyue, the master of character painting in Puluozhou, appeared on a mountain, a mountain that should not have appeared on this land.
Did he draw this mountain?
What level of cultivation does this old gentleman have that allows him to draw such a big mountain?
What was his purpose in painting a mountain on my property?
Could it be that he saw that this area was special and wanted to seize the territory?
Li Banfeng looked at Fu Taiyue's hands. Fu Taiyue's sleeves were very long, and his hands were tucked inside the sleeves.
Li Banfeng suspected that he had taken some kind of weapon or magic weapon.
If you want to take action, you must not let him take the lead.
Fu Taiyue looked at the scroll on the table and suddenly said: "Are you willing to learn painting?"
Study painting?
Li Banfeng once studied painting with him. Does he still remember this?
Because his painting style was too freehand, and Li Banfeng’s technique of hiding a beauty in a golden house required realism, and learning painting from him without a foundation was too difficult and the results were too slow, so Li Banfeng ultimately did not
I learned painting from him, and Fu Taiyue was very angry about it at that time.
Now the old painter seems to have changed his painting style. The figure painting on the desk is very realistic. Li Banfeng studied painting skills with Zhong Pendulum and Hong Ying for a period of time, and can see many skills and techniques from the painting.
First talk to him about the painting, and then get off the donkey before asking him the truth.
Li Banfeng said: "I particularly like painting, please give me some advice from the old gentleman."
Fu Taiyue stared at the scroll on his desk and said nothing for a while.
After a long time, Fu Taiyue seemed to feel something. He picked up the brush and dipped some ink on the inkstone.
His sleeves were too long, and Li Banfeng still couldn't see his hands. He could only see a brush protruding from the cuffs, drawing the man's face on the scroll.
His handling of details is admirable. Every time he adds a stroke, the character's look becomes more vivid.
Fu Taiyue explained while painting: "The hair needs to be a little floaty so that it looks windy.
Winter without wind always makes people feel that it is not cold enough. If winter is not cold enough, this scarf painting will be useless.
But the hair should not float too much and the wind should not be too strong, otherwise people will not be able to open their eyes when facing the wind."
This is useful information. In just a few words, Li Banfeng learned a lot of knowledge from this old gentleman.
Fu Taiyue entered the state, the slope was set up, and it was almost time to get off the donkey. Li Banfeng asked: "Senior Fu, if you want to draw mountains, what are the key points?"
After waiting for a few minutes, Fu Taiyue did not speak.
The slope is so smooth, why doesn't he come down?
Does he have a way to prevent stupid skills?
This is unlikely. Firstly, the Foolish Cultivation Technique is not that easy to guard against, and secondly, there are not many people who know the Foolish Cultivation Technique.
Li Banfeng wanted to test it again, but a cold wind blew and a dark cloud floated in the sky, as if it was going to rain.
Fu Taiyue put down his brush and his expression changed slightly.
Did he realize that I was trying to trick him and wanted to fight me?
Fight him?
If this mountain was really painted by Fu Taiyue, Li Banfeng would be in the world in Fu Taiyue's painting, and the world in the painting must be absolutely dominated by Fu Taiyue.
If he starts a war with Fu Taiyue here, Li Banfeng will suffer a big loss, and Li Banfeng will not be with him.
The station was being built in a cave. At a critical moment, there was no way out.
Li Banfeng said "goodbye" and turned around to leave.
Fu Taiyue said from behind: "You're leaving so soon, why don't you study for a while?"
Li Banfeng said: "I've almost learned enough today, go back and study hard."
Fu Taiyue picked up the brush again and stared at the scroll: "At first glance, you are a prodigy in painting.
Follow me and study hard, and you will be successful in the future."
Li Banfeng smiled calmly.
I say this as if I am quite hopeless now.
"I'll come visit again tomorrow." Li Banfeng went down the mountain.
Fu Taiyue was still painting on the mountain. While painting, he said: "The first time I saw you, I knew you were a good talent in this field.
This line of work is not easy to learn. How many people have worked hard all their lives to become just a painter? If they don’t become a painter, they don’t understand the artistic realm here. The artistic realm depends entirely on talent. Without talent, no matter how hard you work, it will be useless.
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You have a talent, a rare talent. As long as you follow me, you will definitely become a master in the future, both in terms of painting skills and Taoism!"
While talking, he made some modifications on the painting. The young man in the painting looked very excited and was moved to tears.
Fu Taiyue sighed and said, "You always say you want to be a literary cultivator, but there are literary cultivators everywhere in the world. Are you really talented among them?
Don’t waste your great years, otherwise you will regret it in the future. Painting is your way out, and I will never lie to you!"
The young man in the painting looked at Fu Taiyue and nodded vigorously.
Back at his residence, Li Banfeng said: "Old man, I have something to ask you."
The old man didn't answer, and Li Banfeng vaguely heard a burst of singing: "Running on the flat ground, crossing mountains and rivers, puffing out smoke, adding coal and water and we're on the road, the train has unlimited power as soon as it starts..."
He is singing the train ballad.
The record player said: "The old man has been singing since early in the morning and has never stopped. The construction of the big station makes him very happy. Sir, what do you want to ask the old man?"
Li Banfeng said: "A painting cultivator came to my territory. He was of a very high level. He painted a big mountain.
People can still paint in the mountains, and for a while they can’t tell which is the painting and which is the person.”
The words were a bit convoluted, but the lady heard clearly: "Hua Xiu used paintings to sneak into other people's homes. This has happened before, and Yingying has also experienced it."
Hong Ying took a sip and said, "Bah! What do you mean I've experienced it? I saw this!"
"Tell that matter to my husband!"
Hong Ying said: "When I was eleven years old, my second brother was preparing to take the exam. He had prepared everything from top to bottom. The exam was just a formality, but he had to read some books.
He said he was afraid that others would disturb his quiet life, so he moved to the east courtyard to study. After a few days, the second brother made no progress in his studies, and his health became worse and worse. He could not walk more than two miles and was covered in sweat.
My father asked the doctor to see him, but he only said that he was weak and needed to take more supplements. My mother made soup that day and asked me to deliver it to him. As a result, I entered his house and found him digging into a painting on the wall.
I was frightened and quickly told my dad. My dad had someone look at the painting and realized that it was a painting retoucher. This painting was given to my second brother by a friend. The painting was made by the talented girl Mu Yuejuan. This painting
Mu Yuejuan is both a painter and a painter. She has seduced many young men with her paintings. If she had been found out later, my second brother's life would have been lost."
Li Banfeng said: "To be more specific, what is in that painting?"
Hong Ying shook her head and said: "I have never been in it. I only know that the painting depicts a large mansion. I heard from my second brother that there are a total of seventy-two rooms in it, and there is a stunning beauty in each room.
He changed rooms every night and spent two and a half months walking around. When he returned to the first room, he found that the beauty had moved to a new one. It was such a good place that even if it squeezed his life away, he would admit it."
Li Banfeng said: "What happened next? Where did the painting go? Where did Mu Yuejuan go?"
Hong Ying said: "My father burned the paintings, but it was useless. Mu Yuejuan has hundreds of similar paintings, and each painting is connected to each other.
She can walk from one painting to another, and no one can catch her. My brother feels that he has slept with more than 70 beauties, but in fact they are all Mu Yuejuan, but she used her painting skills to change
It’s just makeup.”
Li Banfeng clucked his lips and said, "It would be a pity to burn such a good painting."
The record player said angrily: "What do you want to do?"
Li Banfeng explained: "I want to study Hua Xiu's combat skills."
The record player laughed: "You can't tell the difference between a door and a household. What skills can you know?"
My husband, the painter sent the paintings to your territory, which is a bit troublesome. You must not fight with him in his paintings, you will definitely suffer big losses."
This is exactly what Li Banfeng expected.
Hong Ying said: "Then just burn his paintings!"
The record player said: "How can it be so easy to burn? Painting repairmen have fire prevention measures. Besides, do you know where he painted the mountain? What if he painted it on the ground? You burned the land too?"
Sir, if this painter has no ill intentions, it’s okay to let him stay on your property for a while. If this painter has bad intentions, you’d better lure him out of the painting before taking action.”
Hong Ying said: "What if we still can't get it out?"
The record player cursed: "Who is like you, a useless piece of shit who knows nothing but fighting and killing?"
My husband is a man of means!"
Li Banfeng thought for a moment, then took out his pen and ink and started painting.
It took more than three hours for Li Banfeng to paint a picture of a beautiful woman. After seeing it, Hong Ying praised her repeatedly: "Qilang's painter has made great progress. If you send this painting to a painting studio, you can get a good price."
Even Bloody Pendulum, who has never appreciated ink paintings, admired Li Banfeng: "This painting has spirituality. If the owner switches to oil painting, he can also paint it very movingly."
Li Banfeng looked at the picture of the beauty, shook his head slightly and said, "It's still a bit off, I feel like it's missing a little bit of spirit. I'll go up the mountain tomorrow and talk to him about the painting."
That night, Li Banfeng slept with his record player in his pocket. He slept until about three o'clock in the morning, when Li Banfeng suddenly woke up.
Seeing that he was covered in sweat, the record player asked with concern: "Mr. sir, what's wrong?"
Li Banfeng said: "I want to see that old painter again."
The record player was a little confused: "My lord, what are you going to see in the middle of the night? But you can't wait until tomorrow?"
"I'm worried that he ran away overnight."
The record player laughed and said: "Xindi does not distinguish between black and white. If he wants to run away, he has to wait until night?
Besides, if he ran away, wouldn’t it just be in line with my husband’s wishes?”
"That's right." Li Banfeng lay back on the bed, feeling restless and unable to fall asleep.
After a while, he sat up again: "I have to go and take a look. It would be better if he ran away, but I'm afraid he will attack my territory."
Li Banfeng took a bunch of magic weapons with him, left his residence, and ran all the way towards the mountain.
As he started running, Li Banfeng felt much calmer. In a blink of an eye, he reached the foot of the mountain. As soon as Li Banfeng stopped, the judge said: "So fast?"
I am a traveling cultivator on the eighth floor. Isn’t it normal to be fast?
Is this kind of thing worthy of the judge pen saying three words?
Gauntlet said: "Master, you really ran very fast today. I stayed in your pocket and didn't dare to move, for fear of being thrown off by you."
Li Banfeng moved his knees and felt that his legs were particularly strong.
Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he suddenly heard a thunder.
Boom!
Li Banfeng shivered.
Such a big person would not be frightened by thunder, but what's going on with this cold?
When he first learned the technique, Li Banfeng still remembered the coachman's teachings. The key to seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck is to be careful. He traveled thousands of mountains and crossed thousands of rivers, and he had to weigh his own life every step he took.
Although he did not sense any danger, Li Banfeng decided not to go up the mountain tonight.
But if we don't go up the mountain, how can we get rid of Taiyue's condition?
As long as he can prevent his sneak attacks, Li Banfeng decided to go around the world.
It was almost dawn when Li Banfeng came back, and the record player complained: "Sir, why have you been away for so long? You only stayed at home for a few hours yesterday?"
How can an eighth-floor house builder be like you? Fortunately, our old man is busy repairing the station, otherwise I would have to fight with you."
Li Banfeng wiped away the sweat and said, "I couldn't help but walk around the land. I'll stay at home during the day."
After sleeping until noon, Li Banfeng couldn't stay any longer and wanted to go out, so he made an excuse and went out again.
The old man was busy with things at the station and was really in no mood to pay attention to Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng first went to take a look at the reclaimed land. Chu Er and Lao Niu each took their hands to rest on the land.
The two sides made an agreement that they would only fight one afternoon every day, and rest for the rest of the time. They would not make sneak attacks on each other, let alone attack each other's wounded soldiers.
Chu Er was very scary when he went crazy, but he set the rules and implemented them very well. Less than ten minutes after leaving the battle, Lao Niu's formation was not yet neat. Chu Er and his men waited quietly without any idea of ​​a sneak attack.
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After the war started, the two sides were still at loggerheads. Li Banfeng didn't stay long. He went back home to get money for painting and went to the mountain again.
There was no thunder this time, so it should be safe to go up the mountain now. The humidity in the mountain was heavier than yesterday, and the drawing paper Li Banfeng brought was quite wet.
After circling the mountain for more than ten times, Li Banfeng finally found Fu Taiyue. His hand was covered by his sleeve, the tip of his pen was exposed outside the sleeve, and there was a lot of ink on the sleeve.
The portrait from yesterday has disappeared. Perhaps it has been completed and he painted a new one.
This time the painting is of a middle-aged man in his forties, with a pen and inkstone beside him, and his eyes are full of longing.
But Fu Taiyue still didn't have a painting hand, and Li Banfeng still couldn't distinguish the movements of the people in the painting.
Both Zhong Pendulum and Hong Ying said that painters are very skilled at painting, but with Fu Taiyue's strength, there shouldn't be any problems with basic skills.
"Mr. Fu, is there any reason why you haven't painted your hands?"
Fu Taiyue was silent for a long time and said: "Have you understood the state of mind of painting?"
Isn’t it too early to talk about your state of mind now?
Besides, I have no intention of getting into painting.
Li Banfeng was not in a hurry to start a career, and focused on learning painting skills first.
He asked Gloves to bring him a desk, pens and paper, and an inkstone, and he practiced while studying.
It was almost noon, and Li Banfeng felt that he had almost learned enough today, so he asked Glove to close the desk, leaving a hundred yuan for the old gentleman.
The tuition fee for a well-known painter in Prozhou is worth this amount. It is logical to pay for learning painting. It is not necessary to rely on words to establish a career.
Does this old gentleman usually have anything to eat in this barren mountain?
Li Banfeng took two cans and placed them next to Fu Taiyue, and went down the mountain alone.
Fu Taiyue has been staring at his paintings for several hours.
At night, he used a porcelain cup to catch some dewdrops, and wanted to put it into an inkstone to grind ink, but he was a little reluctant to do so.
He put the porcelain cup to his mouth, his eyes full of longing.
The man in the painting said to Fu Taiyue: "You can't drink it, you must not drink it."
Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and poured water into his mouth.
The man in the painting reminds: "If you can't swallow it, spit it out quickly!"
Fu Taiyue held it in his mouth for a while and then spit it out.
He looked at the cans on the ground.
This time he really couldn't help it.
The man in the painting said again: "You can't eat it. You can't eat even one bite. Once you eat it, it's over."
Fu Taiyue said: "Isn't it the end of the world just waiting to starve to death?"
The man in the painting said: "If I can live one more day, maybe I can rush down the mountain?"
Fu Taiyue shook his head and said: "I can't go down, and it's useless to go down!"
He gnawed open the iron sheet with his teeth and poured all the meat and soup in the can into his mouth.
He chewed it for a long time, but this time he didn't want to spit it out.
He swallowed it and then opened another can.
The person in the painting couldn't help but sigh, but there was nothing he could do about it.
That night, Li Banfeng woke up again in the middle of the night.
The record player yawned and said, "Sir, you can't sleep again?"
"I still want to go out and have a look."
Hong Ying yawned and said, "If you keep going on like this, I'm going to get sick. Let's discuss it with the old man some other time and let me out and beat the painter to death."
While talking, Li Banfeng had already packed his things and left the door.
Li Banfeng walked for a long time, and the record player felt something was wrong: "Yingying, I have something to ask you."
"What are you asking again?" Hong Ying said impatiently, "After he's done making trouble, why don't you let him sleep?"
"Why does my husband always want to run away?"
"He has a lover outside, are you angry?"
"Look at him, does he want to be promoted?"
"What promotion?" Hong Ying snorted, "He has just been promoted to the eighth level. Do you think his cultivation is so profitable?
"It's so profitable to cultivate one's cultivation -" Juke player thought for a long time and suddenly said, "Maybe he really made a lot of money to cultivate one's cultivation.
That mountain may not have been painted!"
Hong Ying didn’t understand: “If it’s not a painting, where else could it come from?”
Where did it come from?
I can't think of a record player for a moment.
"Old man," the record player called, "call that crazy guy back first."
There was no response from Wanju.
Hong Ying said: "He has been busy repairing the station. He didn't sleep a wink last night. He was also busy all day during the day. Now he is sleeping soundly. How can you wake him up?"
"Repair Station, Big Station——Tianxinshi, I wonder what a coincidence it is!" the record player shouted, "Oh no! Old man, get up quickly! Call that crazy man back!"
Li Banfeng went up the mountain. Along the way, Li Banfeng said to himself: "We must find out his purpose, otherwise he will not be able to sleep well!"
The judge wrote: "Is it really because of him?"
Not because of him?
Who else could it be because of?
After wandering all over the mountains and fields for nearly a night and walking countless miles, Li Banfeng finally found Fu Taiyue.
Yesterday's painting of a middle-aged man was also completed. Today's painting is an old man in his sixties, who is none other than Fu Taiyue himself.
This time he still didn't draw his hands.
Li Banfeng looked at Fu Taiyue's hands. His hands were behind his back and hidden inside his sleeves. From the outside, there seemed to be nothing unusual about him.
Judging from the two previous contacts, Fu Taiyue City is very deep, so you must not be anxious about building the slope.
Li Banfeng set up his desk and painted quietly. After waiting for more than an hour, Fu Taiyue spoke:
"In ten years, you can only gain one level of cultivation. The path of cultivation is too difficult."
Li Banfeng responded: "Isn't this the case in every Taoist sect?"
Fu Taiyue sighed: "But there is no end to painting skills. I have just started, but my life has come to an end."
Hearing his words, Li Banfeng felt a little relieved. Fu Taiyue had obviously not reached Yunshang yet.
"Mr. Fu, your painting skills are already very good."
"I have painted so many paintings for that mountain god. The mountain god told me that only by going to the land of darkness can I appreciate the highest realm of painting. Do you dare to go?"
Fu Taiyue began to reveal key information.
When Li Banfeng went to Fu Taiyue's home, he did see his paintings of mountain gods, which were very impressive.
Did the mountain god ask him to come here?
Fu Taiyue looked at the scroll and repeated: "Do you dare to go to the land of the dead?"
Li Banfeng said: "I'm still far away from that state. Mr. Fu has already reached that state. I think you will dare to go."
Fu Taiyue looked at his painting and said again: "But the mountain god also said that he had a narrow escape from death after going to the darkest place."
Li Banfeng took advantage of the situation and asked: "Which mountain god are you talking about, and where is the land of the dead?"
Fu Taiyue looked at his painting again and said: "What if you narrowly escape death? You are already so old. If you don't go, you will have no chance in this life.
But that place is too special, even if I want to go, I may not be able to go."
Li Banfeng said no more.
He is thinking about something.
Who is Fu Taiyue talking to?
Judging from the current situation, Fu Taiyue has been talking endlessly to his portrait. He should be talking to himself.
Thinking about the previous situation, has he been talking to himself these past few days?
Fu Taiyue stared at the painting and continued: "The mountain god said that the mountain is coming soon. Do you want to go?"
Is that mountain coming?
Can mountains move?
The portrait in the painting spoke, and he was talking to Fu Taiyue: "That mountain came at the wrong time. It rains a lot in early spring!"
Fu Taiyue shook his head and said, "It didn't rain when I went up the mountain."
The portrait said: "But as soon as we reached the top of the mountain, it started raining heavily!"
What will happen if it rains?
Fu Taiyue said: "I could have avoided it, but as I got older, my eyesight was blurred and my hands and feet were no longer flexible."
The portrait sighed: "It would be nice if you could come down early.
"I really want to go down the mountain, but I can't find the way down. If I'm poisoned by them, I'll never be able to find the way down again."
The portrait said: "Actually, you have already run down the mountain. Even if you run two or three more miles, you will be able to rush out completely."
Fu Taiyue said: "I want to rush out, but I can't run.'
The portrait sighed and said: "You should have cut off your hand then. If you lose one hand, you can at least save your life."
Fu Taiyue shook his head and said: "I can't live without my hands. That's my right hand. Without my right hand, how can I paint?"
A cold wind blew and dark clouds suddenly gathered.
Boom!
There was a sound of thunder, and Fu Taiyue looked at the portrait and said, "I'll put my hand on it for you. I can't remember what you look like. Once I can't remember you, I will be completely finished."
The portrait said nothing. Fu Taiyue took a brush and drew a pair of arms on the scroll.
Li Banfeng was not sure whether it was an arm. He could not see the hand, nor the upper and lower arms. He only saw two swollen and twisted sections of flesh drawn by Fu Taiyue on the shoulders of the portrait.
The portrait said: "My hands don't look like this."
"But my hands look like this——" Fu Taiyue's right hand stretched out from his sleeve.
Fu Taiyue's hand was not a hand at all. It was the same piece of flesh as in the painting. It had no skin and looked like a ball of rotten flesh. The thick pus hung on the flesh and stuck to the brush.
"My hand has become like this, I can't even hide it," Fu Taiyue said expressionlessly, "It's over, it's really over this time."
Rumble! Thunder starts again!
Wow!
It's raining.
"I'm thirsty, I want to drink water!" Fu Taiyue raised his head, opened his mouth, and greedily drank the rainwater.
The portrait shouted: "No drink, no drink!"
After Fu Taiyue drank the rainwater, his head swelled rapidly, his hair and beard quickly fell out, and his eyes and ears fell to the ground.
The body and head swelled together, the skin cracked layer by layer, and fat, blood and flesh poured out along the cracks and soon covered the whole body.
In less than a minute, Fu Taiyue was beyond recognition, his whole body was covered with pus, blood and grease, and only a mouth was left on his round head, screaming at Li Banfeng.
"Squeak!"
The scream was so sharp and sharp that Li Banfeng was really afraid of damaging his earrings.
What kind of monster is this?
Is this an illusion created by Fu Taiyue using scrolls?
Li Banfeng's figure suddenly disappeared, and he wanted to test the opponent with the skill of watching things on horseback.
Fu Taiyue stood still and did not move. He did not follow Li Banfeng's figure, and it seemed that he did not receive any damage from the flying skills.
"Squeak!"
Fu Taiyue roared again.
Judge Bi suddenly shouted: "Ghost, Dao Lao ghost!"
What is Dao Lao Gui?
Woohoo~woohoo~
Li Banfeng heard the whistle, which was urging him to go back.
puff!
Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black mist at Li Banfeng.
"Flash!" Judge Bi shouted.
There was no need for the judge's pen to remind him that Li Banfeng had already dodged it. This black mist must be poisonous.
"Hold your breath and go!" Judge Bi flew up with Li Banfeng.
Li Banfeng was angry and thinking about how to contain this monster.
This is his territory, and he can't let anything like this knife harm him.
The judge's pen flew for a moment, and as the rain became heavier and heavier, Fu Taiyue suddenly jumped up from the forest and sprayed a puff of black mist towards Li Banfeng.
Judge Bi tried his best to dodge and didn't let the black mist stick to Li Banfeng.
As soon as Fu Taiyue landed, he jumped up again, swung his meat-like arm and hit Li Banfeng.
This monster was very fast, and the Judge's Pen was not that flexible. Seeing that he could not avoid it, Li Banfeng let go of the Judge's Pen and fell to the ground.
A Dao Lao ghost appeared in front of him. Is this Fu Taiyue?
"Ouch~"
A sword-fighting ghost jumped out of the grass.
"Gua~"
Another one jumped down from the tree.
Li Banfeng felt the soil under his feet was loose and quickly moved.
A piece of flesh broke out of the ground, and a knife-wielding ghost emerged from the mud.
"Squeak~" the roar could be heard all over the mountains and plains.
What the hell are these knives?
What the hell is a knife?——·
Li Banfeng recalled what the coachman said back then: "There is Daogei Ridge in Yangcha Mountain. If you walk one mile on the mountain ridge, you will not only get enough for practice, but you can also save a day's time."
Is this Daogui Ridge?
How come Daogui Ridge appears here?
PS: In Chapter 39, the coachman mentioned Daogui Ridge, which is one of the most dangerous areas in Puluo Prefecture.
Chapter completed!