The spring breeze blows in the face, the willows are green, and a fiery red sun shines above the head, spreading wisps of scorching light on the earth.
Earth, Chinese Empire, On the West Street of Longqing City, a young man wearing white casual clothes was walking slowly on the street. He was holding a mahogany birdcage in his hand, with two sparrows chirping in it.
He kept shouting, and this man looked very leisurely, giving people an extremely elegant feeling.
"Mr. Li, you're out walking the birds again." At the corner of the street, in a clothing store, a short, fat young man greeted the young man with a smile.
"Haha, Brother Wang, how is business today?" The young man nodded slightly, with a smile flashing in his eyes.
"What else can we do? It's the same as usual. We are a small business and can't compare with you as human beings. But to be honest, the calligraphy and paintings you made are indeed extraordinary. I gave me the calligraphy and paintings you gave me that day.
A friend saw it and said, your calligraphy and painting can be sold for at least 3 million, tsk tsk, I, Lao Wang, have never seen so much money in my life."
After saying that, Brother Wang smacked his lips and ran to a shop next door with a smile to help set up.
This shop...is exactly the shop opened by this man named Li. On the billboard on the top of the shop, there are three big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, Qingzhai, "Brother Wang, you are joking again, are you and I still talking about money?"
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The man surnamed Li shook his head helplessly, put the birdcage on the shelf next to him, and found a comfortable place to do it.
"Mr. Li, I, Lao Wang, are able to know you. It's a great honor from my ancestors." Brother Wang sighed, looked around, then turned and walked out the door: "Hey, okay, I won't say any more. I'm going back first.
You take your time and get busy." After saying that, Brother Wang walked out and quickly returned to his clothing store.
The shop is very simple, except for two shelves on two walls. There is only a desk at the end of the room.
Behind the desk, there is a small door, and behind it is a small courtyard, where the man named Li lives.
Although the entire shop, bedrooms, and small courtyard look very simple, it cannot be said that the whole place is still very unique. It has a feeling of elegance and simplicity.
Looking back, the man draped a piece of black cloth outside the birdcage, leaned over and sat down, quietly looking at a palm of white rice paper on the table, with a trace of vicissitudes flashing in his eyes. If you look carefully,...
Can know that this light is definitely not what he should have at his age. This kind of vicissitudes is like an old man at dusk who has experienced countless vicissitudes of life.
Indifferent, exploring the world of mortals, willing to be a ray of breeze and go with the wind...
This person was none other than Li Yan, who had decided to go into seclusion. After leaving Long Yi and others, Li Yan returned to Earth again.
The so-called small hermitage is hidden in the wild, and the great hermitage is hidden in the city. At this time, Li Yan was hiding in the prosperous mortal world, quietly feeling the rare tranquility.
The reason why you are on this earth is mainly because time on the earth stands still.
There was plenty of time for him to think. After all, although he had made up his mind to go his own way, it had to be said that the so-called father of all beasts put a lot of pressure on him. He was not sure whether he was
Being able to compete with what the Father of All Beasts said, he will definitely enter the second space within one month.
Therefore, Li Yan decided to choose the earth, which belongs to the outer space of the Demon King's land, where time stands still.
Here, he can be given a lot of time to think about his life.
The only good thing is that Huang Yi helped him earn a lot of money when he was in Guiyuan Zong. All the money was stored in the bearer bank card and kept by Li Yan. It can be used now. Otherwise,
Li Yan probably just went back to robbing and 'borrowing' money just like he did when he bought the Ferrari.
Li Yan spent a total of 300,000 yuan to buy this small shop, which was not located on a busy street.
On the contrary, it is in a relatively remote corner, and ordinary people may not be able to find it.
Sighing slightly, Li Yan waved his hand and picked up a writing brush on the table. His eyes flashed with sadness. At this moment, Li Yan's mind was filled with traces of past time.
These memories flowed before Li Yan's eyes as if they happened yesterday.
After a long silence, Li Yan slowly stood up. The brush in his hand was slightly stained with some ink on the inkstone, and fell on the one-meter-long white rice paper, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes...
Gradually, while Li Yan was waving his brush, he felt as if he had returned to the Wuji Continent, to hell, to the continent of gods and demons, to places full of joys and sorrows, to the end of the past years, where every year was spent.
Similar, but different every year, what is there at the end of the memory?
At this moment——
The heaven-shattering power in Li Yan's body suddenly started to move, and along with the windlass in his hand, it gradually merged into the rice paper, getting deeper and deeper.
Time passed by until night fell, and Li Yan suddenly woke up. He looked at the white rice paper spread out on the wooden table. At this time, a beautiful woman appeared on the rice paper. Although there was only a faint black color, she could
That beautiful look is still unstoppable.
Her skin is as good as snow, and her hair is like a pile of crows. She wears a white polished silk skirt embroidered with beads and gold tracing threads, and is tied with a white jade belt inlaid with emerald colored phoenix and dragon.
The hairpin is like azure with a hint of green, and the ear is like flowing silver with pearls embedded in it.
It is a pair of embroidered shoes, also made of gold and silver thread, wrapped around five-color peonies, which is extremely soft and charming.
This is just an ink painting, but it seems to have a soul, and vitality spreads out from it. Li Yan looked at the stone statue blankly, and a feeling of warmth came to his heart.
"Tianfei, thank you for staying with me for so many years...!" He gently rubbed his right hand on the rice paper, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.
After being silent for a long time, Li Yan put down the brush in his hand, rolled up the rice paper gently, tied a light red ribbon on it, put it on the shelf aside, took out a piece of white rice paper again, and picked it up
The whole person was completely immersed in the brush and began to paint slowly.
The sky was getting colder, but Li Yan remained motionless. His eyes only focused on the rice paper in front of him.
Three hours later, a vivid picture appeared on the rice paper again. This time it was not a character, but a landscape painting.
On the one-meter rice paper, dozens of mountains wind for thousands of miles, suspended in the sky. Each huge mountain range is connected to each other by a two-meter-wide suspension bridge, crisscrossing among countless mountains. These mountains
, on the side of a cliff, a thunderous waterfall falls from the sky, like a fairyland.
The rice paper is only one meter, but it has a majestic and vast aura.
This is the Wuji Continent.
After rolling up the rice paper and putting it away, Li Yan took a deep breath, took out another piece of rice paper and started drawing.
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In the blink of an eye——
A whole year has passed. Before I knew it, the shelves on both sides of Li Yan's Qingzhai were filled with various calligraphy and paintings. During these days, except for Brother Wang who came over to help every day, basically
Li Yan was the only one in the room. Of course, there were many customers in this room, but Li Yan rarely sold calligraphy and paintings. Most of them were only given away and not sold.
At this moment, Li Yan was completely immersed in the brush in his hand.
In his eyes, there was no sky, no earth, no four divine beasts, and no conflicts in the rivers and lakes, so everything disappeared.
In fact, even Li Yan's cultivation, which had not stopped for decades, was completely let go.
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Within the store.
Li Yan was holding the brush in his hand blankly, and on the rice paper in front of him, there was a looming human face painted on it. This face was very blurry, but it was filled with an aura of terror. The weirdest thing is that this face
There are no eyes on the human face, which gives people an incomplete feeling.
The pen in Li Yan's hand rose and fell, fell and rose again, and finally sighed helplessly and put the pen down.
This human face is the portrait of the father of all beasts.
It's not that Li Yan didn't want to draw it, it was mainly that he didn't dare to draw it.
Li Yan knew that his current strength and state were not enough to draw this face. He felt that if he had to draw the face forcibly, he would definitely die.
"Dong." "Dong." "Dong."
There was a knock on the door, and a boy of eleven or twelve years old walked over quickly.
After seeing Li Yan, the young man walked over quickly and looked curiously at the table in front of Li Yan: "Uncle Li, are you painting again?"
Li Yan was stunned for a moment and stood up, only to see the young man looking at the portrait in front of him, the portrait of the Father of Beasts. Of course, this was not surprising. What was surprising was that the young man had just come over.
At that time, I accidentally touched the brush on the table, and two drops of ink were accurately hidden in the blurry eyes of the face.
"Ah...Uncle Li, I was wrong." The young man was suddenly startled, and immediately shouted with a sad face. Apparently, he had also discovered his mistake.
He was Brother Wang's son Wang Tao. When he was at home, he heard his father say that a calligraphy and painting set in Qingzhai costs 3 million.
In the past few years, Uncle Li has given them a lot of calligraphy and paintings. It is precisely because of these calligraphy and paintings that Brother Wang's clothing store has grown bigger and bigger. In less than a year, it has become the largest in the entire Longqing City.
The clothing tycoon, Brother Wang, also knows that these things were given to him by Li Yan, so no matter how big the business is, he will never forget to help out every day.
Moreover, his small store has maintained its appearance over the years.
But... this family accidentally soiled a total of three million calligraphy and paintings. Thinking of this, the young man's eyes turned red and he was about to cry.
"It's okay, Tao'er is not afraid."
Li Yan waved his hand casually, staring at the calligraphy and painting on the table. With those two finishing touches, the blurry face of the King of Beasts was instantly completed. After the completion, the whole painting gave people a mysterious feeling.
It feels so extreme, as if there is only God's will.
But why can Wang Tao be able to draw it if he can't draw it himself?
Li Yan immediately fell into deep contemplation. He had a feeling that as long as he could think clearly about this problem, his cultivation would definitely make a big leap.
"Uncle Li Yan, aren't you angry?" While Li Yan was deep in thought, Wang Tao's voice came from the other side.