In an old old house, a young man looked carefully at the ancient book in his hand with the help of candlelight. The ancient book was very torn, the paper was yellowed, and the edges seemed to have been gnawed by mice. Some of the fonts were also faded and could not be read.

The young man turned his hands gently. His movements were very elegant, as if he was born with nobility. However, his clothes were just ordinary cloth. The young man exclaimed and touched the bridge of his beautiful nose. Although he was still young,

, but the facial features are already very delicate, like jade carvings.

"Zhongzhou, Eastern Barren, Nanyi, Beiming, and Western Regions. Among them, there are eighteen continents in the Eastern Barren, each of which is vast and boundless. The Haichuan Empire is just one of the chaotic countries in the Wangyue Continent. The Haichuan Empire has one hundred

There are eight cities, and each city has villages and towns. The Peach Blossom Town where I am is a town in Wuxing City. The person who can write this book must be a great man. I don't think it is possible to write it without the ability to penetrate the world.

Such a detailed regional book." Jiang Dongyu said to himself, he wanted to travel around the world and even leave the Eastern Wasteland, but he couldn't even get out of Peach Blossom Town.

What Jiang Dongyu is sitting on is not a stool, but a wheelchair. His old servant Uncle De asked the only mecha master in the town to build it for him. Since Jiang Dongyu can remember, he has no feeling in his lower limbs. At the same time, his

The left hand is also unable to move.

In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Dongyu is undoubtedly a useless person. In the Haichuan Empire, which advocates martial arts, no matter how good-looking Jiang Dongyu is, so what, he is just a negative example among the adults in the town who encourages children to practice martial arts.

Jiang Dongyu can only move one hand. He has never stood up in eighteen years. His only pleasure is reading and painting. Occasionally, he watches his classmates practice martial arts in school. His envy can only be hidden in his heart, otherwise he will only

Make them look down upon you even more.

Jiang Dongyu's room is full of paintings. This is one of the few things where he is better than others. He can paint, he is born with it. A gentleman in the town once said that Jiang Dongyu is talented in painting and will definitely become a great artist in the future.

Masters of calligraphy and painting even entered the palace and became court painters, but so what?

"Masters in calligraphy and painting, court painters, one person is inferior to ten thousand people? It's ridiculous." Jiang Dongyu looked at the paintings on the wall and laughed like crazy. Tears fell to the ground. He couldn't practice martial arts. This was very embarrassing.

Cruel, being born disabled is even more cruel. No one has hit him or scolded him since he was a child, but has anyone bullied him? Yes!

"He's already like this, why are you so close to him? Come on, let's go hunting."

"That is, if you hit him, everyone in the town will say, forget it, you are quite pitiful."

Thinking of this, Jiang Dongyu's handsome face began to twist. He had done nothing and could not do anything. He was just a weakling. Weak people always make people sympathize with him, but he was a charming weakling. He was proficient in calligraphy and painting, and was familiar with

Geography, he is the person with the best grades in the school, and he is good-looking, better-looking than everyone in Peach Blossom Town. He does not practice martial arts, so his skin is fair and tender. He is a handsome man, yes, but you can also call him a pretty boy.

At least that's what other people say, Jiang Dongyu is very popular with girls in school because he knows a lot. Although he can't do anything, he has read thousands of books and has a broad vision and a wide range of knowledge.

Those books are family treasures, and ordinary people will never have them. According to Uncle Jiang, the Jiang family used to be a wealthy family, but they came to Taohua Town to take refuge after something unexpected happened. Therefore, Jiang Dongyu is still proud in his bones, even if he is

He is disabled, but as time goes by, he becomes more and more desperate and can no longer be proud. He is already eighteen years old. In two years, he will be twenty years old. His classmates are already real students.

A warrior who takes the town exam in two years will have the opportunity to enter Shuiyang Academy in Wuxing City. Even if he fails, he can join the army. But what about him? After he turns twenty, he will lose the opportunity to take the town exam and will never be able to enter the academy.

This means that his life is over! He will never be able to leave the remote villages and towns. He will live as he has for the past eighteen years until the end of his life and die quietly.

"Everyone in calligraphy and painting, bullshit." Jiang Dongyu said foul language for the first time. Being trapped in this village forever, he could not become a palace painter. What if he became a palace painter? A palace painter in a wheelchair? This is a generation.

It’s legendary. Jiang Dongyu laughed at himself. He ripped off the paintings on the wall and tore them apart. A painting of mountains and rivers was torn by him, and another painting of beauties was cut into two by him. He wanted to destroy them all! All of them!

"Master, you can't." The door was opened, and the panicked Uncle De fell to his knees on the ground. He was still holding Jiang Dongyu's favorite osmanthus cake in his hand. Uncle De held Jiang Dongyu's hand tightly, with tears streaming down his face.

.

"No, no, no, these are the young master's hard work."

"Heh." Jiang Dongyu chuckled, his smile was so cold, "Uncle De, let's forget it, there's no chance, I'm tired."

"Master, you can do it, you really can." Uncle De looked at Jiang Dongyu's ashen expression and said hurriedly.

"I can pick up a brush at the age of one, and it takes me seventeen years to paint. You gave me this scroll, this brush, and this album. You said that I can enter Taoism through painting. There is always a chance.

One day I could stand up, but I thought I could only sit down for the rest of my life. Anyway, I only had one hand to move. What else could I do besides painting, so I tried my best to paint, and at the same time, I studied geography, chess, and read all the anecdotes from the mainland.

, look at martial arts secrets, Uncle De, do you know that every time I watch them fight in the school, I feel so sad in my heart. Their moves are full of flaws in my opinion, just like adults watching children fighting, they are as childish. I know

The martial arts at home are all top-notch. Although I can't move, I keep simulating in my mind. As long as I can stand up, Li Yifan and Jiang Tianyu have no face to say that they are martial arts geniuses. They can manipulate people by fate, and heaven and earth can manipulate people.

I have talent but no ability. I am already eighteen years old. I cannot see the so-called way of painting. I am tired and don’t want to paint anymore.”

Great tragedy!

No one knows the sadness in Jiang Dongyu's heart. There is a fire in his heart that wants to burn.

"Master, you can do it, only you can do it." Uncle De said hurriedly. He was worried that Jiang Dongyu had suicidal thoughts.

"I have read so many books, but I have never heard of anyone who can learn Taoism through painting. Why do you need to comfort me again? I will not commit suicide, I am just a little disappointed. Uncle De, you don't have to worry about me, just leave me alone.

"Jiang Dongyu said, it is too mysterious to enter the Tao through painting. He has been painting for so long and is extremely talented. He is no different from ordinary painters. How can he enter the Tao? How can he enter the Tao?

"I'm just the young master's servant. I don't know much about the Jiang family's past. The master took me in and entrusted you to me when you were still an infant. He asked me to train you to be a painter, saying that one day you would become a Taoist. The master has great supernatural powers.

His words are not wrong." Uncle De said eagerly, but he knew too little about the Jiang family. He was just an ordinary person who only raised Jiang Dongyu to repay his kindness.

Jiang Dongyu respected Uncle De and was grateful to Uncle De, but he also knew that Uncle De couldn't help him.

"Did he leave anything behind back then?" Jiang Dongyu asked.

"There's only one landscape painting. Master, you've seen it a thousand times."

Yes, after reading it a thousand times, Jiang Dongyu sighed. He only left a landscape painting for Jiang Dongyu. Jiang Dongyu copied it hundreds of times and found nothing unusual. He felt that this painting was unusual.

But I don't know what's weird.

Uncle De left the osmanthus cake and left Jiang Dongyu alone in the room.

For a long time, Jiang Dongyu pulled off the landscape painting on the wall and looked at it again. The content of this landscape painting was very large, as if looking down from a height of 10,000 meters, one could see continents and ocean currents. It is better to say it is a landscape painting than a map, but

It is very different from ordinary maps. Jiang Dongyu can clearly see mountains, forests, basins, and the sea. It is very beautiful.

Jiang Dongyu's sight gradually focused on that big mountain, and a strange scene appeared. Jiang Dongyu's sight got closer and closer, as if he had landed from an altitude of 10,000 meters. He saw the bottom of the mountain. There was a person, who was pressed under the mountain.

, he was motionless, as if dead.

Suddenly he raised his head and grinned at Jiang Dongyu.

"Pa." The scroll fell to the ground. Jiang Dongyu's vision returned to normal. He was soaked all over. There was a pair of dead eyes, more desperate and gloomier than him, but those eyes were full of destruction.

, full of unruliness, full of rebellion, these are such extreme eyes.

"Is it a hallucination?" Jiang Dongyu wondered. It was a very real feeling but not in line with common sense.

The painting became normal again, and no more strange things happened no matter what Jiang Dongyu did.

In Taohua Academy, Jiang Dongyu is sitting in a wheelchair, and everyone else is standing, panting and sweating profusely. They are conducting physical tests to prepare for the town exam in two years. The town exam is the most important thing in Taohua Town. Every day

Individuals only have one chance to take the exam in their lifetime, and if you are older than twenty, you lose the opportunity to take the town exam. Therefore, the age of twenty is the best time to take the exam. If you pass, you can become a student of the academy, which is the martial arts academy of Wuxing City.

, the famous Shuiyang College, gathers the best educational resources in the city. The town exam is an opportunity to get ahead, and every child is working hard for that day.

After the physical fitness test was over, everyone dispersed. Jiang Dongyu came to the shade of a tree and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I believe you can be a court painter." Heng Hu came to Jiang Dongyu, patted his shoulder, and comforted him. Heng Hu is one of the few friends who has a good relationship with Jiang Dongyu. He is a fat man. He usually

He is also the object of fun and entertainment for everyone.

The court painter is a first-class civil servant with a high status. Heng Hu hopes Jiang Dongyu has a goal. He understands Jiang Dongyu's inner reluctance. Many people understand, but there are many people who add insult to injury.

"Why deceive yourself? There are tens of millions of painters, and only a few can become palace painters. But Jiang Dongyu should have no problem supporting his family in the future, and he doesn't need to rely on town funding anymore." Li Yifan showed his strong upper body and held a hand in his hand.

A half-wet towel, he smiled and said, "I have reached the sixth level of physical training now, and I should be able to reach the seventh level of physical training in two years. I think there is still a high chance of passing the town examination."

Heng Hu glared at Li Yifan fiercely and sneered: "Our annual pass rate in Taohua Town's town examination is only 3%. There are at least thirty-six people in our group. Even if there is one, it won't be you.

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"I don't bother you to worry about it. The passing rate of the town examination is indeed very low. However, it doesn't matter even if I can't enter Shuiyang College. I have the results of the town examination. I am a real warrior. I can join the army and become a guard of a wealthy family. I

There are so many choices, and what if I pass? I have hope, but someone doesn’t even have a ticket." Li Yifan snorted coldly, he had a problem with Jiang Dongyu, just because his husband said that you are not as good as him.

"As a disabled person, how can I be inferior?" Li Yifan refused. He meant his state of mind, talent, and hard work, not just force. He had always felt sorry for Jiang Dongyu. He once told Jiang Dongyu that if he couldn't get out,
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