Wu Tian stopped and walked all the way, only doing the long journey like ordinary people, and did not fly in the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoHe climbed mountains, waded through water, walked through deserts, and crossed fields. Keeping company with jungle beasts and not deliberately avoiding human tracks. He walked on his own with his hair disheveled, certainly not in tattered clothes, embarrassed, like a wild man, but most ordinary people at first glance thought that this strange man with a red dove seemed to be not so easy to deal with, and not many people had been bored with him along the way.

During the day, Wu Tian was in a hurry, well, it would be inaccurate to say that he was in a hurry, because he didn't have a destination that needed to be rushed. He walked during the day, sometimes how many walks, he deduced the Martial Immortal Fist in his heart all the way, and often waited until the Martial Immortal Fist was completed, and when he looked up, the starry sky had appeared on a moonlit night.

So he often just stayed where he was. If the place where it stops is a mountain forest, then send the immortal bird to the mountain to pick up a few beasts, and if it is a river or lake, then send the immortal bird into the water to catch a few fat fish...... After roasting the fish and conjuring up a pot of old wine, Wu Tian poured himself a drink under the moon, looked up at the starry sky, and let his thoughts drift away. Or also pour out half a glass of wine, let the little beast of the immortal bird be teased, whenever the immortal bird is choked and flapping its wings and flying around, Wu Tian strokes his palms and laughs.

Then came the all-night meditation, the more advanced the realm of the 'Martial Immortal Fist' or the 'Amplifying Pupil Technique', the more Wu Tian could appreciate the importance of 'spiritual power'. Back then, when the Martial Immortal Fist reached more than ten times, Wu Tian often had a feeling of being powerless. How much more terrifying is the power of the spiritual will required to stimulate this peerless mental method than the tenfold Martial Immortal Fist?

Wu Tian still didn't know where the limit of the Martial Immortal Fist was, so he never relaxed his tempering of spiritual power day and night.

The current Wu Tian has already abandoned the normal human sleep behavior and directly replaced it with spiritual meditation. This is not an easy practice, because meditation only fills the 'spirit' and does not bring rest to the 'body' or 'brain', so when he first started doing this kind of practice, even he was quite hard. But gradually, I began to get used to it. Even if he meditates all night, Wu Tian can minimize the activity of the mind, which is no different from sleep, and get enough rest.

Also, it is worth mentioning ...... Along the way, Wu Tian found a very interesting place in himself. For a period of time, he had studied Wuxian Fist to a certain key point and became obsessed, almost forgetting to sleep and eating, completely forgetting the passage of time, walking and acting were driven by instinct, and took a fork in the road, for example, there was a cliff in front of him, and when Wu Tian was still walking forward slowly with a blank face, the immortal bird on his shoulder would let out a soft groan to remind him. He has a heart and mind with this bird, even if it is only subconscious, he will sense it, so he will change the right direction. When he came back to his senses from the deduction of the Martial Immortal Fist, he found that more than half a month had passed unconsciously, and he ...... But I didn't feel hungry.

(Although his mind has always been immersed in his inner world to deduce the Martial Immortal Fist, he is not blind after all, he just didn't pay attention to what he saw and heard at that time, and with his spiritual power, it is not difficult to deduce how much this time has passed in his 'hindsight'.) ）

This made him feel a little funny: could it be that after he had the physique of the Divine Tree, he really became a vegetative person? Like those Nameks, he could only rely on light and drinking water (rain) to sustain his life? But for this, Wu Tian did not take this to heart. On a regular basis, you should eat meat and eat meat, drink wine and drink, and you will not learn from the Bigu immortals and not eat the fireworks in the world.

On this day, Wu Tian traveled to a large waterfall.

This is a 10,000-zhang cliff, the waterfall also has a 10,000-zhang white practice, vertically down, in the deep pool under the cliff smashed out the fierce white waves, the huge sound of water is like a thunderbolt roaring, even with the ear power of Wu Tian, standing on the edge of the waterfall at close range, it is no longer clear that any other sound can be heard, and there is only the sound of the endless waterfall and the waterhole bombardment in the ears......

loud voices, and even hopeful sounds.

In this huge roar, all the noises in Wu Tian's ears gradually disappeared. The immortal bird couldn't stand the noise and flew into the sky as early as when Wutian approached the waterfall, and at this time, Wutian was the only one next to the pool of Wanzhang Waterfall. He stood for a long time, staring at the white horse hanging on the cliff, and there was silence in his ears. Gradually, little by little, the sound slowly emerged......

There was the sound of grass and trees rubbing against the bushes, perhaps a fox running through the bushes, several bird calls gathered around, perhaps a female bird tending to a nest of chicks in the treetops, a neat and subtle movement coming from the soft ground, perhaps a column of ants carrying fallen fruit pits...... These sounds, like scenes jumping out of a piece of white painting paper, filled Wu Tian's ears little by little.

He could even hear dead trees breaking, flowers withering, and lakes crumpled by the wind......

Faintly, Wu Tian felt as if he had touched an elusive realm. It was like a light, a light that he couldn't see. The light was in front of him, but he could not see it, let alone touch it.

The thunderous roar returned, and Wu Tian blinked, as if the world had been reset, and time continued to flow, and when he concentrated again, there were shrubs, foxes, birds, ants, dead trees, flowers, and lakes in his ears...... It was clear that only the sound of the boundless waterfall filled my mind.

"Heh......"

Wu Tian shook his head and smiled, is this what kind of 'enlightenment' realm is advocated in those fantasy immortal cultivation novels? I used to be tired of this kind of bridge when I watched it, and there was usually someone to interrupt the protagonist's 'enlightenment', in case the protagonist's golden finger went too far...... But he took the initiative to get out of this realm of 'enlightenment', is it considered 'dull understanding'?

The faint smile on his face faded, his eyes wandered, and his thoughts went back to a long, long time ago...... Although he has gone through three lives, objectively speaking, whether it is an ordinary earthling in the first life or an elite Uchiha ninja in the second life, he has not lived long in these two lives. The experience of these two lives is tied together, and it is far less than his experience in the Dragon Ball world.

Time can dilute a lot of things, he thought he had forgotten the first two lives, but he didn't expect to recall it now.

Squinting his eyes, Wu Tian remembered the ordinary young man named 'Wu Tian' in the first life...... What are the dreams that you, in your mediocrity, have you recalled from time to time? Have you ever had them, or have you forgotten them a long time ago?

So, I don't know how long he stood silently by the deep pool of this waterfall, Wu Tian finally had an extra sketchpad and a carbon pen in his hand. He held the drawing board in his hand, and the carbon pen sketched lines on the white drawing paper, and a picture of a cliff and waterfall rushing down 3,000 feet quickly took shape......

And because of Wu Tian's unpredictable spiritual magic cultivation, at the same time, when he painted, he always couldn't help but think of the content of Fang Cai's 'auditory hallucinations', and he felt something, so he painted this 'waterfall painting' under his pen, which actually has a real sense of being in real 'nature'.

But in the middle of the night, the sound of the waterfall was mixed with a few long laughs, and a figure left here with a drawing board on his back. The 'red dove', which had been hovering in the sky, noticed it and flapped its wings and followed.

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Western capital.

After all, the metropolis is a metropolis, although most of it has been destroyed by the demon warriors, but after more than a year of rest, the basic urban appearance has also been restored a lot, and most people live a life that is no different as if the demon never appeared.

On the glass wall of the mall building hangs a large screen showing a speech by a new king. As for the previous king...... After his old man was resurrected by the Dragon Ball, he heard the information and intelligence reported by people at all levels, and learned that there was something like a 'martial immortal' among the people, and he was very dissatisfied and felt that the majesty of the country had been shaken.

As a result, the old and strong king began to issue a series of policies to control the direction of public opinion, not only arranging for people from all walks of life to promote the image of the government, but also giving speeches himself, and finally ...... Playing himself to the point of having to leave office early, amid waves of civil demonstrations, protests, and even a few incidents of high-ranking officials being sacked and put in garbage cans by 'unknown citizens'...... Under pressure, the old king withdrew gloomily.

The newly appointed king wisely did not choose to fight against the rumored 'Martial Immortals' who saved the earth, he seemed to have forgotten the stubble of the demons and the Martial Immortals, what should everyone do, I govern my country, you live your life, as for the Martial Immortals?

However, there are some people who don't know where to borrow their confidence and pretend to be martial immortals, but they were tested by muscular men from all walks of life for a while, and finally dragged away directly, well, I don't know what is going on now......

"Really, you actually forgot about the Martial Immortals and his old man?" A man and a woman walked out of the mall, the woman was holding a little girl in her hand, looked back at the speech of the new king on the big screen, and whispered dissatisfiedly.

"There's no way around it, after all, the country has something to consider. ”

The man didn't want to say more, although he was one of the people who survived and witnessed the miracle of the Martial Immortals, and he was equally grateful to the Martial Immortals for summoning Dragon Ball to resurrect his wife and daughter, but ...... For this kind of incomprehensible transcendent individual, men still want to stay away, so they also understand the approach of the old and new kings.

"Hmph!" the woman glared at her husband, who didn't say that when she and her daughter were just resurrected. She took her daughter, who was licking ice cream, and said, "Hannah, let's ignore Dad, let's go, okay?"

"Oh oh! Let's go, don't want Daddy!" the little girl licked the ice cream and licked her face, and she didn't know whether she understood it or not, but she was quite happy and jumped up and down and led her mother forward.

The man smiled helplessly behind him and hurriedly followed: "Don't run so fast, there are so many cars on the road!"

A family of three strolled down the street and soon came under a flyover.

"Hey, there's a poor old man there!" the little girl took her mother's hand, and noticed that there was an easel under the overpass, and it seemed that the person who was making money by sketching could not see the person's appearance clearly through the drawing board, and I did not know how the little girl could see that the man was an 'old man'......

The little girl licked a mouthful of ice cream, raised her head and asked, "Mom, what is he doing?"

"He's drawing for somebody else. The woman and her husband also looked over and saw that some people were already gathered around the painter, and from time to time there were low exclamations.

"I'm going to draw too, I'm going to paint too!" When the little girl heard this, she stopped eating the ice cream and shook her mother's arm to be coquettish.

The husband and wife are helpless, can they not listen to the orders of their baby daughter. So they took the little girl and walked over, and only then did they see the appearance of the person behind the drawing board. I saw that this person was wearing black hair, but it was a middle-aged man with a wrinkled face, and he only had a black carbon pen in his hand, and his expression was calmly sketching lines on the drawing board in front of him.

The woman wanted to ask how much it cost to paint a portrait, but when she came over, she seemed to find it a little difficult to ask. So, like her husband, she took her daughter and just watched quietly. Even the little girl, who was not very quiet, quieted down and licked the half-pulled ice cream in her hand one by one.

This man's drawing ...... She is not a painter, so it is difficult to see the quality of the painter. But from the perspective of a spectator, there seems to be a strange magic in the painting, which can involuntarily capture your spirit, immerse you in it, and seem to really feel the mood of the painter with each stroke.

'Isn't it possible that this painting of his has a soul?' thought to everyone present, dizzy.

Everyone gathered around to watch for a while, and suddenly at the same time, a strong intuition of 'it's almost time to go' was born, and the confusion gradually began to disperse. As they were leaving, the couple who were holding the girl heard the voice of the man behind them: "Wait a minute. ”

"What?" The woman and her husband were a little dazed, looked back, and saw that the middle-aged man behind the drawing board quickly drew two strokes, smiled, took down the top one, walked to the little girl's side, and patted the little girl's hair, like seaweed: "Give, you want the painting." ”

"Thank you, old man!" the little girl was very happy, and stretched out her little hand to take the drawing paper.

"You have dirty hands!" The woman originally wanted to grab the drawing paper, because her daughter had eaten ice cream all the way, and her little hands had already eaten dirty, but as soon as this thought came up, she saw her daughter holding the drawing paper handed over by the middle-aged man with both hands very clean, looking at it for a while, and holding it to her parents like a treasure: "Mom and Dad, I'm not beautiful!"

The woman was confused, and her daughter's hands were obviously dirty just now...... Could it be a hallucination?

The two couples looked carefully at the painting held by their daughter, and saw that the poor and lively little girl in the painting sketched with a charcoal black pen was really as if her own girl had run into the painting, vividly, and seemed to be waving to them.

When the family walked away from the overpass with everyone, the couple was shocked, like waking up from a dream, they looked at each other, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes: 'We...... When is it time for the man to paint his daughter?'

After thinking for a while, they still couldn't understand, the couple was puzzled, one of them held one of their daughter's hands, and the little girl was jumping and walking among her parents......

Many years later, the authentic works of the mysterious painter known as the 'soul painter' are hard to find...... But even so, Hannah, who even had a daughter at the time, did not sell the painting she treasured......

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Under the overpass, Wu Tian was packing up his drawing boards, drawing paper, and brushes, and the immortal birds like red doves were also helping with their claws. It was very clever to hide when there were many people just now, because judging from its experience along the way, as long as it appeared, it would definitely be snatched by many people, so as not to be ravaged...... At first, it was fun and exciting, but over time it became annoying.

Suddenly, a person stopped in front of him, and the immortal bird subconsciously ran behind Wu Tian and hid, and found that there seemed to be only one person, and poked out his little head to look.

Wu Tian didn't raise his head, nor did he stop the movements in his hands, but while cleaning up, he seemed to be taking care of himself and said: "There is a small shop with a good taste not far away, let's go sit down for a while......"

When he finished packing, Wu Tian put his things behind him, looked at Tsurumi in front of him who was haggard and staring at him with bloodshot eyes, and smiled: "Our senior brothers...... You haven't seen each other in years, have you?"

. (To be continued.) )