Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Seven Ci Qinghe Han Old Scholar
"Yes!" Granny Si and others said in unison.
The deaf man reached out and grabbed into the abyss of Wuwang City, mana gushed out, and a stream of magma rose into the sky. The deaf man grabbed a big pen, used the magma as ink, and the earth as paper, and drew on the ground.
His pen uses the tail hair of a fire wolf that has cultivated to the realm of the gods as the hair, and uses the sacred bones obtained from a ruins in the Great Ruins as the rod. Qin Mu often played with it when he was young, and was always beaten by the deaf.
Palm.
This kind of fire wolf tail hair can be bathed in the fire without being hurt, and the divine bone can release mana to the fullest and write articles heartily!
Deaf has always been gentle and even a little pedantic. Although when he was rich, he was very majestic, like a high-ranking prince playing in the world. But when he had no money, he was so poor that he squatted on the street corner selling paintings without even daring to make a sound.
But now, he holds his pen, and the tip of his pen suddenly becomes wild and wild, and the whole person suddenly becomes wild and wild, with the scholar's unique high-spirited and crazy indulgence!
"Deaf man, let me help you!"
When the butcher saw the sharpness of his brush, the wandering brushstrokes and the blazing paintings in the flames, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, and he swung his knife to level the earth so that the deaf man could express his passion to his heart's content.
He used the vitality pillar as a pillar, and stirred the magma in the air with the vitality pillar to prevent the magma from freezing into stone. He chanted in a long voice: "The pen moves the dragon and the snake, the words pour over the rivers and the people, and the virtue and art are both accomplished in the wonderful years! The emperor's court is playing, my dear
He will be promoted to the top of all heroes. Whoever does not take the dragon's head will be spared and his achievements will be magnificent."
"He is so biased that he is so powerful that he has a great reputation. I recall the past and look at the place where I paid homage. I saw the map of the sky back then and today there is no city. I sighed with a white head and a green shirt, and made Bin Hong. I would like to write a volume of poems by Zhi to fight for the immortal wind.
, blowing all the way to Peng Ying!"
"Return to your homeland, smoke incense and pick beauty, and become an old scholar!" Note ①
He was very poetic, and one of his lyrics and music has a unique heroic flavor, which tells the story of the deaf man's life, from being a prince in Tiantu, to being the best in skills and industry, and having famous books all over the world, to being in poverty and selling paintings for a living.
It makes people feel both impassioned and sad as they age.
"Abba!"
The mute raised his thumb, and there was a loud roar in his dantian, like the burning sun. The iron furnace behind him was like a volcano erupting, with raging fire pouring into the magma.
The fire was raging, and the butcher's vitality was used as a pestle to stir up the magma. The firelight illuminated his face and chest, roasting them red.
The deaf man laughed loudly, as if he was drunk, and became more and more self-indulgent. His steps staggered, and his pen moved more and more unsteadily, like a dragon or a snake, like a phoenix flying, like a dragonfly touching water, like a swallow learning to fly.
Plowing like an old ox.
Behind him, the soul emerged, painting with his pen, pouring his heart and soul into writing magnificent articles and scenes of mountains and rivers.
Next to them, Qin Mu and Bashan were offering wine, and Granny Si and others were dumbfounded.
They had never thought that the deaf man, who was always serious and honest, could have such a wild and indulgent side.
He used magma as ink and the earth as paper. In a short period of time, the ground covering dozens of acres was covered with magma flames. The paintings on the ground were shrouded in the firelight, so golden that it was a bit dazzling.
Who would have thought that an old scholar could have such heartfelt pride?
The deaf man draws and refuses to listen. He draws the sky and the earth. The sky is blank and the earth is green. He draws the wind, clouds and thunder. He draws the mountains and rivers of Wei Wei. He draws the gods and demons with different postures but no identical ones. He draws the endless army.
Killing and charging, those steel-like muscles are ferocious, and the swords are sharp and bright.
He drew a battlefield and countless leaping figures. Qin Mu and others only took one look and felt that the gods, demons and armies in the painting were about to jump out of the painting!
The explosive power of those muscles, those figures slashing down with swords, those lightning and thunder that are about to burst out from the clouds, those downpours that are about to erupt, those roaring hurricanes, raging tornadoes, collapsing mountains, boiling seas,
It's so real!
Deaf people are painting a magnificent world and making this world become reality!
The Butcher's poems made his inspiration burst, stirred up his feelings, and inspired the pride and creative power in his chest. He was completely silent in this crazy creation, expressing his feelings directly and indulging the fantasies in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the blind man said nervously: "The demon army is about to arrive! It's still a hundred miles away from here!"
The deaf man turned a deaf ear and continued painting.
The blind man frowned and said, "There are still eighty miles of land!"
Qin Mu raised his head and looked eighty miles away. The dark demonic energy there was rushing towards him like black mist. His eyes opened layers of formations, and his heart was shocked. He saw countless huge monsters in the mountains.
The demons and monsters rushed over the mountain peaks like a tide, running wildly, waving all kinds of weird weapons, and running towards this side with their mouths open and shouting.
They were half-clothed and their clothes were in tatters. They did not look like the demons from Luofutian, but rather they looked like people fleeing for their lives.
They are huge in size, run as fast as flying, and have grotesque shapes, like monsters made from different creatures put together. Their muscles and organs are rugged and deformed, and they are much scarier than the demons.
Some monsters are covered with heads of various races, and their arms are made up of countless arms twisted together. Some are covered in white bones, like monsters grown from skeletons. Some have faces covered with large and small eyeballs.
Some are like centipedes with countless legs and feet.
Their weapons are also extremely primitive. They are big bone clubs with flesh and blood. Their eyes are filled with bloodthirsty desire, and they destroy everything on the way.
"This is not a demon, but a demon from Youdu!"
Qin Mu suppressed the shock in his heart. These were deformed monsters born from the wandering souls in Youdu absorbing the demonic energy and demonic nature of Youdu!
Youdu is not entirely Tubo's territory. He once visited Youdu. Although the time was not long, it can be seen that Tubo does not attach much importance to power.
Tubo is most concerned about rules.
The rules of Youdu.
As long as he does not break the rules of Youdu, he will rarely take the initiative to interfere with the life forms of Youdu.
These Youdu monsters are the result of Tu Bo's neglect.
Suddenly, rays of extremely thick magic light with black flames shine from behind the incoming army of monsters, like pillars of fire sweeping away the monsters in front of you, plowing forward, melting the mountains and evaporating the rivers.
Set the trees on fire!
Qin Mu looked past these monsters and toward the source of the magic light. Behind the army, he saw a dark demon god who looked like a burning volcano. He was tall and burly and walked very slowly, but his steps were too big.
It's enough to keep these Youdu monsters running around for a long time.
"In the capital city, the demon god was born from the combination of evil thoughts and demonic nature, the ancestor of the demon clan!"
Qin Mu was in a state of confusion when he suddenly saw many supernatural power users from Taihuangtian and Yankang running away in front of the army of monsters. They were obviously training and did not pay attention to the arrival of the army of monsters from Youdu. By the time they discovered it, it was already too late.
.
Buzz——
A black beam of rolling flames plowed through, and more than a dozen supernatural power users immediately evaporated, leaving no corpses. The other supernatural power users hurriedly evaded, narrowly avoiding the gaze of the demon god, but were immediately overwhelmed by the army of demons and monsters that came like a tide.
These magical powers from Yankang and Taihuangtian disappeared completely without even making waves.
"Forty miles!"
The blind man was extremely nervous and shouted: "Deaf man, are you okay? Thirty miles away! Prepare for war!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the deaf man suddenly stopped writing, and with a little more emphasis, he brought the painting to life, and the flames roared and flowed all over the hundred-acre painting.
The deaf man used his pen as a gun, and with a heavy lift, the Hundred-acre painting suddenly stood up. Then, this unimaginably large painting gradually gave off an inexplicable aura.
The painting is compatible with heaven and earth and disappears from their eyes.
Boom, boom.
There was a sound of thunder in the sky, and lightning struck everyone awake. When everyone looked up, they saw that suddenly dark clouds filled the sky, and fire flowed from the dark clouds, which was so intense that it was unimaginable.
The dark clouds of flowing fire spread wider and wider, and the covering distance became larger and larger. Suddenly a hurricane suddenly arose, and huge tornadoes with blazing flames fell from the sky, one, two, three...
In an instant, countless fire tornadoes were like dragons from heaven, hanging down, tearing the earth apart, igniting it, and rolling forward crazily!
Wow——
It was raining in the sky, but what fell was not rain, but lava and fire. Huge pieces of lava carrying flames fell from high altitude like raindrops, hitting the army of Youdu monsters that were rushing towards them, smashing them.
Countless monsters and monsters will be defeated!
Countless tornadoes roared into the army, and twisted, shapeless bodies were everywhere. They were rolled and carried high into the sky, and then were crushed to pieces by the violent wind, or died under the thunder falling from the sky.
Suddenly, a god and demon in the clouds led thousands of troops and horses leapt out of the clouds, descended from the sky, and rushed downwards diagonally. The sound of killing was loud and deafening.
It was an army of millions of gods and demons, colliding with the army of demons and monsters swarming here. Countless limbs flew in the air, and the scene was bloody and magnificent.
Qin Mu, Blind Man and others stared blankly at this scene. Without them joining the battle and fighting, without risking their lives, the demon clan's forward army was actually blocked.
Blocked by someone!
The deaf man continued to paint with his pen. A statue of gods, demons and soldiers jumped out from his pen and rushed to the battlefield. They were not afraid of death. The wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the air swept across the sky, but they did not touch the army of gods and demons. They only bombarded the army of gods and demons.
On top of the demon army.
These armies of gods and demons are all the people in the painting, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the painting have nothing to do with them.
"Could it be that these Youdu Demon Clan army broke into the world in Grandpa Deaf's painting?"
Qin Mu's heart suddenly moved, and he thought of a possibility. However, the painting of the deaf man must have a boundary, so where is the boundary of the world in the painting?
He looked around and couldn't see any boundaries to the painting.
The deaf man's painting skills are so profound that Qin Mu needs to study hard again!
"Grandmaster Yankang said that Grandpa Deaf can stop an army of millions by himself. What he said is true!"
Qin Mu thought in his heart: "And these words are just what Yankang Imperial Master said about Grandpa Deaf after the Tiantu Kingdom was destroyed and the capital turned into eighteen layers of hell."
Note ①: Song Dynasty Shi Xiaoyou’s lyrics, Man Tingfang and Zhai Zhu have been slightly modified.