The short man was excited, looked at the random laying board on the ground, and lamented greatly, how could such a precious painting be placed so casually? Each of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info had to be studied for about ten minutes, and every time he stared at a painting, his eyes would be distracted, dazed, restored, and amazed...... Tut-tut sighed, flipped to the next one, and then lost his eyes again, dazed, recovered, and amazed......

After several hours, the rain had stopped, and it was dark, and his female companion had urged him several times, but he was still unconscious. When he reluctantly returned from the sea of paintings and from the baptism of the spirit, he found that the woman had spread a blanket by the fire and was asleep on the ground.

"Boss. "The bodyguard saw that the man had finally 'woken up' and greeted him.

The man "um" for a moment, and when he looked back at the 'soul painter' by the fire, he found that he was still writing those 'foggy' words with his head down. Hesitating in his heart, the man was holding the sketchpad in his hand, a little reluctant to let go, his mind was spinning with thoughts, and his heart was spooping and sloppy......

"If you want it, take it. Wu Tian seemed to see through what he was thinking, the pen in his hand paused, and said casually, his voice was low, but it made the man feel that this voice went straight to the depths of his soul.

"Should I say that I am worthy of being a soul painter, I even speak with such a temperament......" The man exclaimed in his heart.

In fact, in the process of the man's looking at the painting, Wu Tian had already used spiritual magic to roughly sweep his spiritual world, confirming the person's basic experience and character. With his current mental strength, it was easy to probe such an ordinary person's thoughts. The magician Babidi in the original book can even mentally communicate with all living beings on the whole earth in an instant, and 'remotely' headshots.

Wu Tian didn't care about these graffiti works, and he didn't think about keeping them all the time, and he might eventually throw them away or burn them if he accumulated too much, so at this time, even if he gave them away, it didn't matter.

As for whether it will fall into the eyes of those who practice martial arts, what will happen then...... That's unlikely. Unless it is at the level of Tsurumi (Wu Taidou), even if there are some deep meanings contained in Wu Tian's paintings, it is difficult for ordinary martial artists to comprehend anything from this.

The biggest possibility is that it is just a rare 'painting school', as the man in front of him did.

Unless...... Wu Tian made great efforts to draw an 'abstract painting' for 'Wuxian Fist'. However, in the past two years, Wu Tian has also tried this method, and he can't continue to paint halfway, and it is difficult to put down the pen, so he can only give up, and the semi-finished product will be shattered with a shock.

With Wu Tian's permission, the man was very excited, but he quickly came to his senses: "Reward ......" The real handiwork collected by his friend cost a lot of money, and now he has a thick stack of more than fifty pieces on the drawing board in his hand, so how much money does it cost to buy it......

Chattering, Wu Tian couldn't help frowning, stopped writing, and raised his head, in the process, a more powerful suggestion technique had been thrown out.

The man was stunned for a moment, took out a piece of paper from his arms, it was his business card, and respectfully and silently handed it over. Wu Tian didn't stretch out his hand, and the power of Nian floated in front of him with this business card.

"Chirp ......" The immortal bird woke up, and didn't care when he saw a few more people in the room, but was interested in the suspended business card, flying and chasing, but the business card fell steadily into the pocket of Wu Tian's jacket.

The short man and bodyguard in the room turned a deaf ear to the movements of the immortal bird, and the woman who was asleep on the ground also woke up slowly, and did not look at Wu Tian after getting up. Picking up the blanket on the ground, she walked out of the thatched hut with the two men beside her.

When they returned to the car in turn, the three of them suddenly woke up and looked at each other in horror: 'What just happened, how did we get back to the car?!'

The short man looked at the sketchpad in his arms, and suddenly it was like a dream. After hesitating for a moment, he got out of the car and went to look at the thatched hut again, there was no light in the house, and the mysterious painter seemed to have left......

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Four years later, in 573 years.

In the largest art museum in Nandu, there is a special exhibition today.

As soon as it began, countless people rushed to hear the news and poured into it. The large size of the pavilion means that the person who chartered the pavilion is very generous. Come to think of it, if you don't have that abundant money...... Who can collect so many authentic works of 'soul painters' that have been fried on the market today?

When I heard that there would be 32 original paintings on display in this exhibition, many people were suspicious of the paintings, and when they came, they were all shocked, and a large number of people gathered in front of a landscape painting closest to the entrance, and stopped. A group of people stood together in a daze as if they had been distracted by the paintings in the frame. No one is talking noisily, because everyone is in the midst of the freshness of nature.

"Everyone. Suddenly, there was a sound of talking from the sound equipment on the wall, people woke up from the painting, turned their heads blankly to look for it, and saw a short man at the front desk of the exhibition, who was the organizer of this exhibition, and also the collector and owner of all the authentic works on display, he said a lot of opening remarks with a smile on his face, and finally concluded: "...... The contemptible people are fortunate to have more than 50 authentic paintings of soul painters, and they dare not hide their secrets, so they plan to hold an exhibition every three years, and each time they take out 32 of them......"

The crowd was in an uproar, but they didn't expect the rumors to be true. There are really more than 50 pieces in the collection. The news is so shocking that some of the people hiding in it are already planning kidnappings, extortion, and stealing...... and so on, as long as you can get one, then you won't have to worry about eating and drinking in this life.

The exhibition lasted for seven days.

On the seventh day, the 'Soul Painting Exhibition' came to an end. The man sent two batches of paintings, one real and one false, to transport away, and with a smile on his face, accompanied by a large number of bright and dark bodyguards, he left the art museum through a secret passage.

But unexpectedly, a person blocked the way.

This is a secret passage, and people without identity can't enter it at all. And at this time of day, no one other than him should be able to enter this passage. The bodyguards moved their feet to protect the short man inside.

The man approached casually, a middle-aged man with mottled black hair and a fiery red pigeon on his shoulder.

"It's been a long time. Wu Tian smiled, and at the same time, his mental power surged.

Originally, the short man was recalling, and after being stimulated by Wu Tian's spiritual power, he immediately remembered the scene when he was hiding from the rain in a broken thatched hut four years ago, and that memory was already blurred by the treatment when Wu Tian left, but now it is clear.

He excitedly separated his bodyguards and approached Wu Tian: "Master, it's you!"

He was about to shake hands, but Wu Tian handed him a thick notebook. The notebook looked a little old, and although it had not been opened, it could be seen from the side, and there seemed to be writing on every page inside.

"This is ......" The short man wondered, but he didn't hesitate to move, and took it.

"Do me a favor and publish this book. Wu Tian smiled.

"Did you write this?" the short man remembered that when he met Wu Tian by chance, he seemed to be writing something in his notebook. After asking, he opened the notebook, and on the first page, there were five big characters written with strong pen:

[Uchiha's sinner]

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Wu Tian recalled his first life, that is, the ordinary but wanted to become a great writer 'Wu Tian', and repeatedly reviewed his second life, the short life as a ninja, thought about it, appealed to many complex thoughts into the pen, and wrote a book.

He didn't write 'Uchiha Taketen's memoirs' directly, but used the story of the first "Naruto", with the two brothers Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi as the protagonists of the story, and from their perspectives, step by step unveiled the hidden secrets of the entire ninja world, analyzed the essence of what a ninja is, and interpreted a magnificent story and two lives.

Wu Tian also did not copy the experience and ending of the two brothers Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi in "Hokage", he personally didn't like Naruto's baremouth cannon in the original work but did not take action ****, so in the case of the Uchiha brothers as the protagonists, he relied on his understanding of the ninja world and ninjas, as well as his thoughts about the 'Uchiha clan', 'fate', 'hatred', 'killing', 'peace', 'love'...... All of this in one furnace.

As for the fate of Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke in the end, Taketen intends to make Itachi, like the original book, become the severor of the bloodline of the clan, and Sasuke is the severance of the fate of the clan. The two of them came one after the other, and together they brought the curtain down on history for the three words Uchiha. This is also the origin of the title of the book, "The Sinners of the Uchiha".

As for the specifics, he hadn't figured out how to write them, and now the one he handed over to the short man for publication was only the first volume in the plan. Wu Tian didn't care about the sales of the book, he just wanted to write what he was willing to write. He planned to rely on this book to cut off all the things in his previous life, everything, and all the fetters from his heart.

As I left the museum building, it began to drizzle.

Wu Tian raised his head, thinking of the man named Uchiha Itachi in the book, the man who carried all the pain and humiliation for a lifetime, and couldn't help but think of his own biological brother in his previous life, the person who designed himself as a younger brother and let him kill his best friend and open the Kaleidoscope Sharingan, the man named 'Uchiha Musashi' who was bent on having a perfect Kaleidoscope Sharingan and eternal light......

The drizzle fell on Wu Tian's face, falling into the shallow ravines of the wrinkles on his face, with a hint of coolness.

fluttering ......

The immortal bird shook its feathers on Wu Tian's shoulders and flew water droplets. Wu Tian came back to his senses, laughed dumbly, and flicked his fingers to bounce the immortal bird on his shoulder, and the little guy flew far away, almost crashing into the trash can on the side of the road. Frustratedly, he flapped his wings and flew back, and obediently landed on Wu Tian's shoulder.

The figure flickered, and Wu Tian had already blended into the people of the metropolis and disappeared.

………… (To be continued.) )