Chapter 583: After thousands of sails, we can finally reach the end
"Teacher, don't be nervous.
"Look."
Tang Xiyan stretched out a finger and painted in the air. The dark magic power danced on his fingertips, like a paintbrush, outlining people, animals, and tools. The craftsmanship was truly miraculous.
"Mea~"
Zangyang suddenly blinked his eyes, raised his neck and cried, twisting to the ground in the void, his dark eyes looking around curiously. The principal who witnessed the whole process, his pupils shrank incredibly, is this a god?!
At this moment, a wolf suddenly jumped out from behind the desk. Its sharp fangs instantly pierced the neck of the Tibetan sheep. The bright red blood stained the snow-white wool, and the rich smell of blood was pungent.
"Crack-"
The water glass fell to the ground and a pool of blood spread.
"Hey." The shrill whine gradually weakened. Although the wolf seemed to be old, it had rich experience. Once it bites the vital part of the prey, it would not let go and swallowed the blood in a big mouth.
The principal was completely stupid.
In an instant, dead things came to life and died cruelly in front of him. This kind of strong sensory and mental stimulation was almost too much for his heart to bear.
"teacher."
As if a devil whispered into his ears, the principal suddenly became excited and shrank his head like a quail, "You, you say."
"What do you think painting is?"
"Ah, I, I..."
A large amount of cold sweat fell from the principal's forehead and fell from his temples. He couldn't say a single word for a long time. Fortunately, Tang Xiyan was very patient and finally let him finish stammering: "There are many kinds of paintings, including traditional Chinese painting, ink painting, oil painting, and gouache painting." There are many, but no matter what kind of painting it is, it represents the author's emotions and thoughts, and can go straight to the heart!"
"Life continues."
Tang Xiyan looked calm, his eyes were also watching the scene of the wolf eating the sheep, and his tone was indifferent: "All kinds of paintings in the world can be summed up in these two words, but what is the Tao?"
This is both a painting and a Tao. Such a profound philosophy cannot be answered by a mere principal.
Fortunately, Tang Xiyan continued talking to himself: "There are three thousand avenues, and painting is also the path. There are countless shackles in a person's life. If you want to achieve your own path, you must first break the cage and break away from the original rules. Give birth to your own way.”
"you,
"You are right."
The principal echoed nervously but forced a smile.
Facing a lunatic and a demon, how could he have any feelings after hearing what he said? All he could think about was hoping that Tang Xiyan would treat him favorably because of his past friendship.
Tang Xiyan glanced at him and smiled slightly:
"When you step out of the frame, the painting will have charm, be given life, and derive its own rules. With the 'god', it is easier to cultivate the body and mind. However, I still have a lot of confusion in the process of seeking the path."
"Xiyan, I, I really want to help you."
The strong smell of blood aroused the nerves and made the principal's desire for survival even stronger. He forced a smile and said: "But your realm and painting skills are far beyond mine. One is in the sky and the other is on the ground. There is no comparison at all."
Hearing this, Tang Xiyan shook his head and said: "I have gone through thousands of sails before I can get the answer. In fact, I came to the teacher this time for another thing. I want to see the original painting, the one that led me to learn to paint."
"..."
"Xiyan, you are making things difficult for me."
The principal was about to cry, but he couldn't remember what happened more than 20 years ago.
"The human brain is very magical. It will store things for you that you can't remember."
Without waiting for the principal's reaction, Tang Xiyan raised his hand, and black mist poured out, covering him in an instant. Within a moment, the mist twisted and transformed into a brightly colored painting.
The background of the painting is an old teaching building from decades ago, with mottled red brick walls and a group of students sitting cross-legged on the earth-yellow playground. The students in the front row are more detailed in their paintings, with smiles on their faces.
Seeing it, Tang Xiyan's lips couldn't help but curl up into a joyful smile.
Everything started from this painting. It was when he saw the teacher's painting that day that he made up his mind to become an excellent painter and make it his lifelong dream.
'After thousands of sails, only the end comes true.' He repeated it in his mind again.
Suddenly, "Xiyan, you seem to have found what you want, can you please let the teacher go?" The principal's face was soaked with sweat and looked extremely embarrassed. He raised his right hand and swore: "I will never tell anyone what happened today.
Otherwise, I will die badly."
A brief silence.
Tang Xiyan said with a smile: "Of course, I never said I wanted to kill you from the beginning to the end."
After hearing these words, the principal finally put the big stone in his heart back into his stomach and forced a smile: "Thank you Xiyan, I..." Suddenly, the cold metal texture pressed against the skin of his neck, slicing his throat cleanly.
The red blood soaked the palms tightly covering his throat.
The eyes of the man kneeling on the ground were full of despair and fear. Tang Xiyan watched calmly and drank the tea in the cup.
With his determination, how could he let go of this former guide? He would clean up the causes and effects of his own fetters in the world one by one and return to the beginning.
"Mr. Tang, what else do you need me to do next?"
An indifferent voice sounded from behind the sofa, and at some point a third person suddenly appeared in the room. He looked over thirty years old, with greasy and messy hair, and a numb expression. When he saw the blood on the ground, a heartfelt joy came from his eyes.
bloom inside.
"You are free now."
Tang Xiyan lightly swept his right hand.
The dead Tibetan sheep and the feasting wolves on the ground suddenly collapsed and turned into black and white ink, changing from clear to light and disappearing without a trace.
"free?"
The man was a little confused.
"Well, go do what you like."
Tang Xiyan's tone was calm, but there was a cold cruelty that could not be ignored. When the man heard this, he just looked straight at Tang Xiyan and confirmed again: "Is it true?"
"Of course." Tang Xiyan threw a blood crystal to the man. "Remember to use this to take care of your hands and feet."
"Then, goodbye sir."
After just a few words, the man simply left, his steps seeming to be much lighter.
"boom--"
The pear wood door of the office was gently closed, revealing a man in a red suit standing behind the door, wearing a pair of sunglasses. He was none other than the fourth oldest red ghost in the Ichimoku Five.
"Mr. Tang, the elder brother said that the plan needs to be changed."
"Change?" Tang Xiyan looked at the red ghost with his deep eyes and asked: "Didn't we already make arrangements before? Why did there suddenly be a change at this juncture?"
"Ah, things are a bit complicated."
The red ghost scratched his head and said in a helpless tone: "After all, there are several plans going on at the same time this time, so after renegotiation, the eldest brother and the second brother decided to change a location and add an insurance to prevent changes.
"
Tang Xiyan said: "Can the location be changed?"
The red ghost smiled and said: "Of course, we are on the same line."
Tang Xiyan nodded and said no more, "Then I'll leave the rest to you. I'll leave first."
"no problem."
The red ghost came to the dead principal. The sloping shadow under his feet suddenly distorted, as if there were four people standing beside him, and he immediately leaned over and took a sip.
Immediately, strange black bubbles emerged from the pool of blood.
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Thump thump thump.
Fang Mingming ran all the way up the stairs, but unexpectedly a man suddenly appeared from the corner and almost bumped into him. He immediately apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I ran too fast!"
The man just glanced at him and continued downstairs.
"Is it a teacher?"
Fang Mingming looked at the man's back in confusion and thought to himself:
"Probably not. How can a teacher be so unkempt and slovenly?"
Thank you for the monthly ticket I heard that you have been stupid again recently. Thank you very much for your support, brother. Beihai will continue to work hard!