In the afternoon painting class, after Mu Tianming taught some painting skills, he asked the three of them to practice on their own as usual, and then commented on them one by one.
There was nothing strange about his face, as if nothing had happened before.
Wen Rensheng sat in front of the easel, getting ready, closing his eyes and concentrating, and many memories of his past life came to mind one by one.
The mountains and rivers are magnificent and the people are hardworking.
Just like this.
But there are still many things that are different from this life.
He began to trace a picture.
The close-up view is a busy construction site, and in the distance is a long and winding road, with undulating mountains and tunnels in the middle.
Each of those workers had unique enthusiasm and drive on their faces. Sweat was dripping from their faces, and their feet were faintly red.
As he was drawing, Mu Tianming stood behind him and stopped to watch.
When the painting came to an end, he suddenly said: "Are you drawing the period of great construction? Looking at the faces of these people, they don't seem to look alike. I remember that at that time, they were all hired foreign workers. It is said that under every railway track
, all have the bones of an American..."
"There is no definite era, this is a scenario I imagined." Wen Rensheng shook his head.
"What do these undulating mountains mean? How come there are so many roads running through the mountains, and so many plains and good places cannot be lived in? How can there be people living in the mountains, and how can anyone dare to live in those places?" Mu Tianming continued.
asked.
Don’t you just live on the top of a mountain...
Wen Rensheng did not say this, but replied: "I have imagined a world without alien species, where people need to live in the mountains, because the plains are already full of people, and they have to go to the mountains to open up small villages.
The basins and valleys of the area are used to sustain life.”
"That's really pitiful. Isn't there anyone who organizes to go outside, across the sea and mountains, to find new and good land?" Mu Tianming sighed,
"The southeastern peninsula, the Southern Islands, and Australia further south are full of plains and grasslands suitable for farming and grazing. If Nanzhu is not reserved for other purposes, there are also large areas of plains there."
Wen Rensheng shook his head and said: "There were no aliens in that world. In ancient times, no one had such strong organizational and action capabilities, so they could only develop the surrounding land step by step. The risks in the ocean are extremely high. Relatively speaking, developing mountainous areas is more difficult.
Safety."
Wen Rensheng recalled the ancient history of development in his previous life, and occupied almost all the places on the land that could be cultivated and taxed, until the cost of development greatly exceeded the benefits of development.
"Yes, your painting is very meaningful and depicts another possibility." Mu Tianming nodded slightly.
He stared at the scroll painted by Wen Rensheng carefully, thoughtfully.
Is this student, by drawing this painting, a satire on those strong men two weeks ago who were greedy for comfort and just wanted to take shortcuts?
Although he is physically strong and lives in a rich land, he has no enterprising spirit.
Although the people in this painting live in a barren mountainous area, they work hard to transform the environment and build roads...
However, there is a vague feeling that the other person is saying that this painting is the more real world.
There is no resurrection, no miracles, and no alien species. There is just hard work and sweat, and the rewards brought by the sweat.
Death is death, just like the blood and tears faintly appearing at the bottom of the painting. People who work hard must wipe away their tears and look forward instead of being immersed in pain.
Is the other person metaphorizing what he or she is doing?
Is it wrong to resurrect the dead?
The idea itself is not wrong, but the method is problematic.
There was no formal report, no permission from the Inspectorate, just a fluke, hoping to win the lottery, hoping for a miracle, just like those who have lost their fighting spirit.
I am far inferior to the workers in this painting. Although they are humble and ordinary, under the unified organization, bit by bit, they face the rugged mountains and work hard to dig tunnels and roads that can lead to the light.
The correct approach is to enter the Inspection Department, conduct careful research, be prepared to take risks, make arrangements for your funeral, and then explore the real possibilities.
Just as Mu Tianming was deep in thought, a rare reminder appeared in Wen Rensheng's mind again, and it was Erlian:
"The paintings you drew caused the aliens of the same level to fall into an inexplicable awakening. Your upper limit of mystery increased by 1 point to 189 points."
"You drew a mysterious painting, a worker from another world. You mastered the mysterious skill 'Mysterious Painting (Elementary)'. Your extraordinary power increased by 3 points, reaching 192 points."
Coming soon to the 200 mark!
You know, he is still just a xenogeneic expert, a xenogeneic expert who is less than twenty-one years old.
Mysterious masters often have a level above 200, and those who have just been promoted may even only have a mystery level of 1,780.
Such a high degree of mystery actually reflects his true strength. After all, when his power is unleashed, he is at the master level.
Wen Rensheng woke up from the reminder. At this time, Wu Shanshan and Wang Wenwen gathered around the easel, watching his paintings.
"What? It looks ordinary, but my 'Baozi Happy Reunion' looks better." Wang Wenwen glanced at it and said with disdain.
"The energy on their faces is much stronger than that of many ordinary people." Wu Shanshan keenly discovered the emotions of the workers in the painting.
Born in sorrow, died in happiness.
People in this world have enjoyed the rich land for thousands of years, and naturally they are not as high-spirited as those in previous lives.
In the era of maritime colonization, those who traveled overseas were farmers, vagrants, poor people, criminals, and debtors...
Wen Rensheng nodded and said: "Regardless of whether there are alien species or not, this enterprising spirit is the most important. Without it, no matter how good things are, they will not be effective."
"You're right." Mu Tianming suddenly dropped a sentence, then turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
"Teacher seems to have realized it?" Wang Wenwen whispered.
"Probably." Wen Rensheng nodded slightly.
The next day, Mu Tianming took Mu Yunrui and Mu Yunqing to leave Junji Peak.
Before leaving, he summoned Wen Rensheng and the others:
"In the past month, I have taught you all my skills. All that's left is to walk your own path. Whether it's fear, joy, or forging ahead, you must stick to the right path. The so-called right path is to maintain a pure heart.
Don’t seek personal gain by harming the majority of people.”
After he said this, he asked his two grandsons and the three of them to say goodbye.
It turned out that he was going to surrender his two grandchildren to his master, the "Four Masters", and then he would give up his carefree life and join the Inspection Department to do the most arduous research on the basic theories of the soul.
This is his realization, start from scratch, instead of hoping to win big prizes or miracles.
After exchanging pleasantries and agreeing to keep in touch online, Wen Rensheng and the others said goodbye to the mountaintop courtyard where they had lived for a whole month.
On the way home, Wen Rensheng received a phone call.
"Asheng, that game fantasy land has stopped operating in the country, and it is said that it will be moved to Nanzhu." This was the call from Inspector Liu.
"The people behind the scenes are very decisive. They will kill themselves before you take action."
After hearing this, Wen Rensheng realized that the long-delayed fantasy event should be over.
"Yes, they are moving to Nanzhu. The management there has always been much laxer. They don't care what they do, as long as they pay taxes on time." Inspector Liu sighed.
"It makes sense that many of the latest pharmaceutical companies are located there, for the same reason."
Wen Rensheng thought about his past life and found that no matter how the world changed, the fate of the animals would not change. It was impossible to change the fate by placing hope on winning the lottery.
At this moment, a reminder sounded in his mind again.
"Happy Village: The End. No matter how good the technology is, it will always succumb to the order of reality. You have won again and brought a severe addict back to the real world."
"But it is destined to come back. I just don't know whether it will be the return of the king or a short-term restoration."
"Mystery:???"
"Mysterious composition: Seed of Order, Grandmaster Illusion, Life Sacrifice,???"
"You complete a super-difficulty mystery event, the mystery cognition increases by 20 points, and the upper limit of mystery increases to 212."
After the event is completed, there are still unknown things that have not been unearthed. This is the first time.
