So, what should be my artistic conception... Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes. At this moment, his whole person suddenly became a little different. After a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his eyes, took out a piece of rice paper, and started to draw.
Got up.
The pen in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand was flowing like clouds and flowing water, and there was no pause in each stroke. Gradually, a figure making secrets with one hand appeared on the rice paper.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a hint of concentration. At this moment, nothing around him could affect Yuwen Zhouyuan's mood. What he was thinking about and what he saw in his eyes were all the middle-aged scribe's desperate state.
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The pen in Yu Wen Zhouyuan's hand went faster and faster, and finally almost afterimages appeared. After a long time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan suddenly stopped with his right hand, and the pen in his hand snapped in the middle, and the soft tip of the pen snapped.
It landed on the blue brick floor with a loud sound, and actually penetrated the hard green brick.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't pay any attention to all this. He stared at the portrait on the rice paper. The portrait had already taken shape. The middle-aged scribe was lifelike. He was making secrets with his right hand. There was an aura of ruthlessness surrounding him, but
This breath was not exposed, it was all contained within.
Yuwen Zhouyuan slowly closed his eyes, thought for a long time, and then gently hung up the portrait of the middle-aged scribe.
"It's still a bit lacking, the artistic conception is not enough..." Yuwen Zhouyuan said to himself.
The difference lies in the unfeeling artistic conception. Yuwen Zhouyuan could only draw it according to his own final drawing, but there is still a gap compared to the middle-aged scribe's real unfeeling artistic conception.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the broken brush in his hand and was silent for a moment. With a wave of his right hand, another golden brush appeared in his hand. Then he took out another piece of rice paper and started drawing...
Time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, it’s another ten years!
In the past ten years, Yuwen Zhouyuan's appearance has become older. There are some white hairs on his temples. His straight posture is also slightly hunched. He looks like he is about to enter his twilight years.
In the past ten years, Yuwen Zhouyuan has handled more than 20,000 patients, thousands of whom have lived and died. Between these births, old age, illness and death, Yuwen Zhouyuan's artistic conception is taking shape little by little.
Yuwen Zhouyuan painted many paintings in the past ten years, but apart from the portraits of the ruthless scribe and the comfortable and beautiful woman, he did not paint the portrait of the Qingshui Sect's Time Realm True King.
In fact, he had completed the portrait of the beautiful woman in her thirties nine years ago. Although there was a gap with the portrait of the middle-aged scribe and could not be perfect, Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that this was because he had not reached the level of the true king.
Caused by cultivation.
The reason why Yu Wen Zhouyuan was the old man in yellow shirt was because he could not paint the traces of the old man's artistic conception on the portrait no matter what, for nine years, nine whole years, Yu Wen Zhouyuan never succeeded.
Although he had painted countless portraits of the old man in yellow, none of them could contain the artistic conception of the fleeting time, and they were all destroyed by him in the end.
On this day, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the portrait of the old man in yellow shirt that had been formed on the rice paper. He sighed softly and wiped his right hand on the paper. Suddenly the rice paper turned to dust. After a little silence, he stood up and slowly opened the door of the shop.
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The soft sunlight fell on him. Yuwen Zhouyuan held a wooden chair and sat at the door, quietly looking at the passers-by. The wine shop opposite him had expanded several times in the past nine years.
Not long after, a three- or four-year-old child poked his little head out of the wine shop. After seeing Yu Wen Zhouyuan, he immediately smiled and ran a few steps to Yu Wen Zhouyuan's side. He was also holding a small hand.
After handing the jug to Yuwen Zhouyuan, he said in a milky voice: "Grandpa Yuwen, this is the wine I stole for you. Where is the sugar?"
Yu Wenzhouyuan showed a cheerful smile on his face, touched the child's head, turned his right hand, and found a pill the size of a fingernail in his hand. After throwing it to the child, he took a drink from the wine bottle.
The toddler quickly swallowed it, with a satisfied expression on his face. He held his chin with his two little hands and said curiously: "Grandpa Yuwen, is this wine good to drink? I see you drink it every day."
Yu Wen Zhouyuan smiled slightly. At this time, a strong man walked out of the wine shop. This strong man's appearance could vaguely resemble the tough-headed young man from back then. When he saw Yu Wen Zhouyuan, his eyes showed concern, and he walked forward and said,
He said with concern: "Uncle Yuwen, you can't drink anymore today!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan chuckled and said, "Okay, just take a sip. I won't drink any more today! Xiaohu, how is your father?"
A gloomy look appeared on Xiaohu's face and he said, "Uncle Yuwen, this is my dad's old problem. It's okay."
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed secretly, he could not interfere with the reincarnation of mortals. Birth, old age, illness and death were part of the law of heaven. Xiaohu married the daughter of the teahouse owner Niu six years ago, and the little boy was his child.
"Grandpa Yuwen, you haven't told me yet whether this wine tastes good or not." The young boy asked Yuwen Zhouyuan reluctantly by his arm.
Xiaohu looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and sighed softly and said: "What your grandpa Yuwen drinks is not wine, but life insights..."
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked back at Xiaohu, with admiration in his eyes, patted his arm, and said: "Xiaohu, take the child back, I'll go around the street."
Xiaohu snatched the wine bottle from Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand and placed it in the hall of Chen Yuantang. Then he closed the door and said, "Uncle Yuwen, you just promised me that you won't drink today!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled, stood up and walked towards the street. His slightly staggering back was filled with twilight.
Xiaohu sighed softly, took the little boy's hand, and returned to the wine shop. The boy pursed his lips and said happily to Xiaohu: "Dad, the candy Grandpa Yuwen gave me is so delicious. I eat it every time."
, my whole body feels warm..."
Yuwen Zhouyuan was walking on this old street where he had lived for more than ten years. It didn't take long before he came to the intersection. But at this moment, suddenly a tall horse galloped over. There was a middle-aged man sitting on the horse.
, this person looked quite ugly, and there was even blood left at the corner of his mouth.
He had just crossed the street on horseback when he suddenly saw Yuwen Zhouyuan. Then he yanked the horse rope with his right hand. Amidst the horse's long neighing, the middle-aged man jumped off the horse.
, came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side in a few steps, and before he could speak, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
There were traces of internal organ fragments in the blood. The man's face was bloodless, his body swayed, he knelt on the ground, and said urgently: "Mr. Yuwen, help!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression was as usual and he glanced at this person indifferently. This person was Ma Yunqiao who, for more than ten years, had presented a large amount of gold and silver to him almost every year and festival!
"If you have anything to do, please tell me slowly." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Mr. Yuwen, His Royal Highness is in danger!" In Ma Yunqiao's hurried words, Yuwen Zhouyuan gradually understood the whole story. His Highness the Crown Prince had provoked a powerful enemy somewhere, and that person was a monk with supernatural powers.
Appeared, the cultivators around His Royal Highness left one after another and did not participate.
Now that the prince was hiding in the palace, the monk seemed to be a little worried about entering the palace, so he vented his anger on the prince's entourage.
Ma Yunqiao was quite smart and left immediately when he saw something bad happened. However, he was swept away by the monk's men and was seriously injured. The only thing that came to his mind in his panic was Yuwen Zhouyuan!
Just as he was talking, a young monk wearing a red robe suddenly walked in from outside the street. This man had a domineering look on his face and walked step by step towards where Ma Yunqiao was.
When Ma Yunqiao saw the monk, he immediately trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood again. His whole body immediately became sluggish. He looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan desperately and said, "Save me..." After saying that, he tilted his head and fainted.
passed.
The monk sneered, glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and waved his right hand. Suddenly, a black breath invisible to mortals spread out from his hand, turned into a huge skull in mid-air, and fiercely swallowed Ma Yunqiao.
, this monk’s vicious heart has already wrapped up Yuwen Zhouyuan.
In his eyes, although Yuwen Zhouyuan was just a mortal, Ma Yunqiao actually came to look for this person when he was running for his life. He must have a very close relationship with him, so he simply killed them all.
As for killing mortals, if there was any trouble, his master would take care of it. If he wanted to do it here, there was a trace of cruelty on his face.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan frowned. If the monk was just looking for trouble for Ma Yunqiao, he might not get involved. Although Ma Yunqiao had respected him for more than ten years, although Yu Wen Zhouyuan would take action, it would only be to save Ma Yunqiao.
It's just the bridge's life, and it won't affect the other little Taoist priest's actions.
But now, this little monk who only had true essence cultivation actually counted him. Yuwen Zhouyuan's face was as usual, his eyes were calm, and he waved his right hand lightly, as if to drive away mosquitoes.
Suddenly, the formed skull screamed, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, and did not dare to swallow it, but hurriedly retreated.
However, it was still a step too late. When Yuwen Zhouyuan waved his right hand, a suction force appeared from the soul bead and swallowed the skull. Then the soul bead suddenly lit up and flew back to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
In the hands of the earth.
The little Taoist priest's face turned abnormally rosy. The moment the skull was swallowed, his mind was already damaged. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he ran away in panic without saying a word.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan stared at the man's back coldly, without killing him. His transformation into the mortal world was already at the final stage, and he really didn't want to ruin his state of mind for many years because of such a trivial matter.
From the time the Taoist priest appeared until he left, it didn't take long. In addition, it was visible to non-human beings, so it didn't affect the mortals on the street.
At most, I just feel a cold wind blowing by.
However, there were still a lot fewer pedestrians on the streets. The main reason was attributed to Ma Yunqiao's fainting from vomiting blood.
Ma Yunqiao's hometown had moved out of this street eight years ago. At this time, not many people recognized Ma Yunqiao's identity.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed and walked slowly to a nearby grocery store with his hands behind his back. After entering, the shopkeeper of the grocery store immediately bent forward.
Yuwen Zhouyuan pointed to Ma Yunqiao who was unconscious not far away, and said: "Shopkeeper, please find two guys to carry this man to Chen Yuantang."