After seeing the words written on it clearly, the old man surnamed Yu took the rice paper and looked at each other with his friends, and then their eyes showed disappointment.
Some people couldn't help but wanted to say something, but were stopped by their companions.
Only the old man with a gloomy face let out a long sigh after seeing it:
"If only thirty years earlier, Wang could insist on doing what is written here, I wouldn't have bothered the immortal today."
Mu Tianming said calmly: "Okay, the longevity prescription has been given to you, you can do as you please."
At this time, the second boy Yunrui and Yunqing heard the words and came over and extended their hands to invite these old men.
The old man surnamed Yu put away the rice paper and was about to leave when he saw Mu Xiaofan standing next to Mu Tianming and blinked at him several times.
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately said: "Immortal, it's getting late now, I am old and weak, not to mention that Brother Wang is still sick, can you please let me rest for a day and go down the mountain tomorrow?"
"It doesn't matter, after all, it was my unfilial son who caused the incident. You should rest for the night before leaving." Mu Tianming waved his hand and motioned for the others to leave.
The old man surnamed Yu and others left the hall under the guidance of Yun Rui boy.
After a few people left, Mu Tianming said to Wen Rensheng and others in an amiable manner: "Little friend Wen Ren, the outsiders have left. Please let me see how your basic kung fu is so that I can teach you according to your aptitude."
Wen Rensheng stood up and said, "Then this junior will show his disgrace."
When it's time to be serious, he can still be serious.
He came to the Eight Immortals table, picked up the brush on it, and quickly drew a landscape painting.
"That's right, the chamfering method you use to paint mountains has become a master. It seems that you really have some talent in this field." Mu Tianming praised.
Wen Rensheng agreed with his face and said: "Actually, I feel the same way. It is precisely in order not to waste this talent that I go to all the trouble to come and learn from him."
Mu Tianming was slightly startled, probably because he had never seen such a down-to-earth student.
However, he quickly regained consciousness and immediately asked the three of them to go to a side hall. After preparing all the teaching aids, the formal class began.
Since he was sure that Wen Rensheng had a basic foundation, he started with some intermediate and advanced skills. As for the other two, he didn't care. It only mattered if they understood. It didn't matter if they didn't understand.
"First of all, you have to be clear that the purpose of practicing painting skills is not to write some artistic masterpiece that will be remembered forever, but to gain recognition from other people and echo the mysterious world."
“Only after determining this purpose can we achieve twice the result with half the effort.”
"So when practicing, you should feel the mysterious world from time to time and experience the beauty and harmony within it, instead of describing the real world."
As he spoke, he drew a sketch of a portrait in the rain on the blackboard for everyone.
The three of them looked over and saw that the figure seemed to be a woman, wearing a bamboo hat, her face was unclear, and the rain was hitting her sides, making it full of mist.
As you watch it, you feel like your mind is swaying and you are immersed in it.
After watching it for a long time, I actually felt a little creepy.
"Do you think this painting is a bit scary?" Mu Tianming suddenly said after the three of them had looked at it for a while.
"A master is a master." Wen Rensheng said sincerely.
Mu Tianming smiled slightly: "The unknown is a constant source of fear. The mysterious world is full of unknowns, which makes us afraid. When painting, if you start by depicting fear, it will be easy to echo the mysterious world and refine your painting skills.
It becomes a mysterious painting technique.”
When Wen Rensheng heard this, he looked at Wu Shanshan calmly. He had not spoken since he entered the courtyard.
At this time, her narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she was still immersed in the sketch of the woman in the rain.
His eyes moved, and the other party's data panel appeared again.
"Wu Shanshan, mystery level: 0/29."
"Mysterious components: Seed of Fear, Extraordinary Power (beginning of Extraordinary Physique, Beginning of Mystic Riding), Mystical Cognition, Soul Caller, and Soul Container."
The opponent's upper limit of mystery has increased quite rapidly, a full 6 points higher than the last time I checked!
You must know that the other party does not have a mysterious seed that can be improved through various events.
It is false that the other party follows me to learn painting, but it is true that he wants to improve his strength quickly.
She has the mysterious profession of a spirit summoner, and she does not need to learn mystical painting, mystical spirit summoning, or mystical visions like him before she can summon soul fragments.
The profession owned by the other party has already integrated relevant skills. The stronger the strength, the stronger the effect it can exert.
Wang Wenwen was a little restless. When she heard this, she couldn't help but retort:
"Teacher, I think the mysterious world can bring us joy. We should draw more pictures that make people feel comfortable and happy, instead of drawing these scary things."
When Wen Rensheng heard this, he was slightly startled and looked at the other party.
In the past, he would have had to think a little or two before he could see what the other person really wanted.
But with the blessing of the "mysterious eagle eye", he could immediately see that Wang Wenwen was trembling slightly.
The other party was stubborn by nature, so in order to cover up his inner fear, he would confront Mu Tianming face to face.
When Mu Tianming heard this, he was slightly unhappy. Then he noticed something and said with a smile: "Innocent girl, let me ask you first, our China is the only ancient civilization that has survived to this day. Do you know why this is?"
"Isn't it because we had alien masters very early on?" Wang Wenwen was a little confused.
The other party suddenly spoke so far, what is he going to do?
"Haha," Mu Tianming stroked his long beard and shook his head, "You are wrong. That's because our ancestors understood very early that people who are not of my race must have different minds."
"If you treat strangers as malicious at first, you may lose a lot of opportunities; but if you treat strangers as well-intentioned people at the beginning, you will end up like the indigenous people of America."
Wang Wenwen had nothing to say about this.
With her intelligence, she understood very early that in this world, except her mother, who would be unconditionally good to her, everyone else had their own purposes.
So even though her mother is often unreasonable, hysterical, occasionally stupid... and stubbornly arranges her life, she still won't do anything to the other person, but can only forgive the other person.
When Wu Shanshan heard this, she suddenly said quietly: "What the master said is absolutely true. The greatest benefit of painting works of fear is to alert people in their comfort zone and let them always remember: survival has never been
It is a gift from God, but it is the result of hard work that can only be obtained through blood, tears and struggle."
When Mu Tianming heard this, his eyes brightened, he looked at Wu Shanshan with a stern gaze, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I didn't expect that you, a girl at such a young age, would have such a profound understanding. It turns out that you are the most talented among the three.
The tallest one. I have decided that I will teach you my soul painting skills. If you achieve something, maybe you can truly inherit my mantle in the future."
"Soul painting?" Wu Shanshan muttered to himself.
Before, she was indifferent and just followed Wen Rensheng's behavior of fishing in troubled waters, but now her face became serious and she lowered her head to look at the painting tools placed on the seat.
"Yes, my mysterious painting skills are based on the fear that reaches the depths of people's souls, and are refined and sublimated to finally become a master-level skill. I wrote a few words for those people before, but in fact they got a big advantage.
Yes." Mu Tianming said very proudly.
"Ahem", Wen Rensheng made a sound and reminded, "Master, let's continue the class."
"Stingy." Wang Wenwen said secretly, gesturing with his little finger at Wen Rensheng.
In her opinion, Wen Rensheng was obviously unhappy that his talent was surpassed by his girlfriend.
Men, that's it. They seem to have a big heart, but in fact they are often very small.
Wen Rensheng glared at her. He had always been generous and generous. Even his enemies would respect each other's talent. How could he be jealous of his girlfriend's talent?
In terms of talent, no one in this world can compare with him, so why should he be jealous of others?
Alas, it’s hard to find a true friend.
Mu Tianming looked at Wen Rensheng and smiled: "Okay, okay, let's continue with class."
