"A guest from outside the mountain? Looking for me?"
Old Man Huang was a little strange. He put the girl in his arms on the ground, then raised his hands to Xie Ba and asked:
"The old man has been in Wuliu Village all his life and has never left. Did the guest find the wrong person?"
"Never left? Old sir, who did you learn this painting from?"
Xie Babi smiled but was wary, thinking that the harmless old man in front of him might be the real murderer of Wei Changli.
"My painting?"
I became interested when I mentioned this old man.
"The old man has been very interested in this since he was a child. He sees mountains and imitates mountains, sees water and paints water. He has been self-taught all his life."
This statement makes Xie Ba unable to refute, after all, the painter's real disciple is landscape.
"I happen to be a painter too, so I want to discuss my painting skills with the old gentleman."
These paintings were unsightly at the beginning, but later they became impressive. In the end, they actually realized their own way of painting. Such understanding and spirituality are not seen even in Wenfu.
This divine painting uses top-grade pigments, which contain the essence of heaven and earth and the spiritual power of the painter. Therefore, it is not only lifelike but also makes people feel that this is a real living thing.
After confirming that Old Man Huang was not the person he was looking for, Xie Ba left in despair despite repeated attempts by the father and son to stay.
The people in Wuliu Village were very enthusiastic towards him. He felt guilty for setting Xie Ba on fire. As long as someone called him, he would immediately go to save people.
Just as the Hellfire was spreading to the outside world, the flame stopped and seemed to have encountered some obstacle. The scope of the Hellfire was shrinking, and finally it disappeared and was replaced by a piece of paper.
Looking down at the entire village, there is still no sense of inconsistency with the mountains and rivers.
Xie Ba absent-mindedly handed over a picture from the book tube. After unfolding it, Old Man Huang was stunned.
"Since I can't find a flaw, I will destroy this place..."
Xie Ba looked at a corner by mistake. Why did I seem to have known that there would be a well here?
"Wenfu Paper Sealing Technique!"
The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and as long as he didn't take it away, the black flames would burn the entire mountain.
"The painting, yes, it's the painting by Old Man Huang!"
My mood finally got better. This small mountain village I discovered by chance revealed harmony and freedom everywhere, with children playing and women weaving.
Xie Ba encouraged himself. He remembered that Immortal Zhang Lingsu of Tianxin Mansion had a world-viewing mirror that could see all the people he met in the past and present lives. If he used the world-viewing mirror, he should be able to find it.
Many villagers gathered around him, and Xie Ba felt like the world was spinning. Why did he know everything here so well?
"There is deceit in this place!"
"This this…"
"You come with me."
Xie Ba finally remembered that the reason why he knew the layout of Wuliu Village was because he had seen Old Man Huang's painting.
Xie Ba didn't even care to look at Old Man Huang's expression, he just thought in his mind, had Lu Tanwei taken the wrong path, and Huang Fuweng wasn't here at all? Or maybe even Lu Tanwei was colluding with Boss Qing, and they were all the Nine Elders of Baihu.
Someone who knows?
Xie Ba looked very familiar at the faces of the people in front of him, and they were exactly the same as those in the paintings.
"Since you are also a painter, what paintings do you have?" Old Man Huang asked.
"Are you also a painter?"
Xie Ba not only failed to take back the Hellfire, but instead increased his Yin power. Finally, the entire mountain village was swallowed up by the Hellfire and turned into a black hole.
But the strange thing is that, seeing that half of the mountain village has been burned down, there is no cry for help from anyone in the village.
Recalling the scenes in my mind, everything was arranged according to that painting. It has not moved at all for so many years. The jujube tree only bore six jujubes back then, but it still only bears six jujubes now? Is this a coincidence?
This made Xie Ba a little disappointed, so he pulled out a scroll of paintings from the corner.
The domineering and majestic force of the painting came through the paper. A one-legged cow stood among the clouds on the top of the mountain. Even Old Man Huang heard the roar of the cow.
"This is my most proud long scroll, painted more than 30 years ago in Wuliu Village."
"There are some. I am good at painting some rare birds and animals."
Xie Balin drew a rune in the void, and the Yin power on his body formed a black flame through the rune culture. This was the dark fire he understood in Yinluo Prison.
Standing in Wuliu Village, Xie Ba felt very familiar. There should be a date tree in this yard with six dates on it.
There were many paintings on it, so Xie Ba casually took one and looked at it.
Old Man Huang took Xie Ba's wrist and walked towards a study room filled with paintings.
"I want to see what kind of place this is!"
"These are all my paintings, look at this one."
As a member of the Wen family, Xie Ba certainly knows this technique.
The underworld fire is the sacred fire of Huangquan. Even the rocks can't withstand such fierce flames. Soon the entire Wuliu Village is burning.
The mountain village just now has completely disappeared, replaced by a primitive mountain forest.
Old Man Huang couldn't utter a complete sentence. He had never seen such a painting before.
An idea flashed in his mind, and he finally figured out what the problem was. The painting that Old Man Huang made was thirty years ago. The people painted on it were exactly the same as the people he saw now. How could there be unenlightened people?
A practitioner remains unchanged for thirty years.
Ignoring the shouts of the villagers around him, Xie Ba opened the door very recklessly. Sure enough, just as he thought, there were six dates per jujube tree!
Old Man Huang was very excited. No one had ever discussed painting techniques with him, especially a painter from outside the mountain.
"Guest? What's wrong with you?"
Xie Ba, who was already preparing to leave here, stopped and his body was floating in mid-air due to the spiritual energy around him.
These paintings are not as exquisite as those in Wenfu. They have top-grade paper, top-grade paints and the best scrolls inlaid with gold and jade. What they have here is just inferior paper.
"As long as Huang Fuweng is still alive, I will definitely be able to find him!"
Xie Ba just took a cursory glance and found that the painting was pretty good, but the painting technique was not at all the exquisite technique inherited from the Wen family's thousands of years of striving for excellence.
A series of paintings completely presented the process of self-learning and first glimpse of the world. In addition, this old man Huang is not an enlightened person. Is it possible that he really is not the Huang Fuweng he is looking for?
"What just happened was a painting?"
Xie Ba's mind was in chaos. Everything he had seen before was an illusion. It was the underworld fire that burned everything and revealed the original appearance of the mountain.
He simply could not imagine what kind of person could draw such a painting. Not only was it so lifelike that even the sixth level of Wangxian could not see through it, it completely covered the original landscape of mountains and rivers.
"Huang Fuweng, it must be him!"
There were two legendary painters in the previous generation of Wen Mansion. One was Lu Daoxuan, who had died long ago. There was only one other person left with such magical means, Huang Fuweng!