"It doesn't sound very good!" said the sycamore tree, shaking its branches and leaves very happily.

"That's good!" said the boy.

"But Xingyue said that the sand sculpture is a dumb creature, and I am a tree, can you give me a gentle name?" said the sycamore.

"Or...... The surname is Tong, hmm...... There is a plant called clover grass, in our place, this thing is called alfalfa, it has medicinal properties, we often use it to save lives, or you can call it tung alfalfa. ”

"Sycamores are everywhere, saving the dead and helping the wounded, hanging pots to help the world, and benevolence and benevolence!" said the young man very proudly.

"Tung Alfalfa...... Kirimaki!"

"Renshu's benevolence is indeed good, but Xingyue said that a doctor is not as good as a doctor in the world, and a doctor is not as good as a doctor in the world, or is it called Tong Mu, a herding herd, a herding world, and a shepherding of the six reincarnations, which is Xingyue's favorite!"

"A doctor is not as good as a doctor in the world, and your tone is not small; The boy laughed.

"That's nature, Xingyue can also draw, it is said that the painting is also good, everything I have, he taught me!" said the old tree proudly.

Today's sea of trees has become a sea of sand, the sun is shining directly on the earth, and the two of them are walking forward with difficulty.

Finally, a few hours later, they saw a dense forest.

"Little Sugar, there's a little pond ahead......" the old tree pointed in the direction with a branch.

With the forest, there is coolness, and this place is very close to the Demon Sect Heavy Land, and the yin qi is extremely heavy. Layers of turbid and ethereal mist rose into the air, white and clean.

Everything looked extremely unreal, and Tang Teng walked over with a comfortable face, looking like he had drunk a lot of water.

"Don't call me Little Sugar, I'm Tang Teng Stiff!" the young man said with a smile after knocking the main trunk of Kirimu.

"Then let's call it Xiaoyutang!"

"Tang Teng stiff!"

"What's wrong with Xiaotang Tang!"

"Wu Sha Sculpture is also very good, why don't you use it!"

“......”

The woods will not be cleaned, the fallen leaves are scattered on the ground, accumulating into a thick pile and then rotting, and when the feet are on the ground, there are some soft and collapsed thin wet mud, plus those mosses, when I am not used to it at first, I really often stumble and fall.

There are some small beasts in the forest, squirrels, rabbits, etc., that will scurry by their feet unawares, and suddenly disappear. These are all fine, but when snakes, scorpions, centipedes and other poisons, they also brush the ground like this, and wipe them under their feet while the fog is thick.

In a short time, the huge altar came into the eyes of the young man from far and near.

"Wow......"

The boy exclaimed.

"This is what you call the moment of greatness?" the sycamore tree looked at the boy in confusion.

"No, this altar is magnificent, well-laid out, and delicately decorated, but it is only good, not great!" replied the boy.

Suddenly, a sonorous voice came from above the altar.

"Xiaoyou's talents are outstanding, and his knowledge is far-reaching, and he will talk about it on the altar!"

The young man and the old man looked at each other and moved forward timidly.

He is here for a woman named Han Xinyi, and the person who speaks in front of him should be the woman's husband, the demon Mu Xingyue.

In this battle between the righteous sect and the Demon Sect, his father Tang Teng Fuji led the battle as the leader of the righteous path, and the people who could come here all had cultivation above the sixth order, but he and this Wu Lao Dao only had second-order strength, but they took advantage of the chaos to slip in.

Not for anything else, just to witness the woman.

The person in front of him, his eyes were sharp and imposing, and he looked at the wolf with a wolf, and there was no doubt that he should be the devil.

"The younger Tang Teng stiff, the eldest son of the suspense god taught Tang Teng to assist the machine, and I have seen the senior!" the young man bowed to the middle-aged man in front of him.

Mu Xingyue was not surprised, nodded slightly, looked at the young man in front of him with some playfulness, and said: "You are honest, I just fought with your father, and he lost ......"

The young man stayed in the barren hill for three days, and naturally there was no news that his father had been defeated, but he didn't seem surprised, looked up at the man in front of him, and said with a wry smile:

"The father of the family is ambitious and talented, and he speaks the way of righteousness, but he is not enough to grasp the essence of things, and the corrupt and broad people are not invincible......"

"Oh, you seem to be a smart man, what if you were to command this battle?"

"The west borrowed troops from the grave, and the north troubled in the East China Sea, holding the card to avoid death, going deep into the star and moon altar, holding this card to abandon the dark and cast the light, the past is not to blame. After the mutiny of the army, reward the altar with heavy profits, so that you can't take care of both the beginning and the end, lead the snake out of the hole, fight outside the mountains, talk and laugh, and the Divine Cult will be wiped out. The boy replied confidently. Beanie boxes

"It's a good one, I can't take care of it!Boy, what's your name!" Mu Xingyue was shocked in his heart, although what the other party said was very treacherous, he couldn't help but think of his wife, so his eyes changed when he looked at the young man.

"Taunten. ”

"You boy is indeed different from your rotten father, and I finally understand why you are so bold that you can take risks alone. Come on, you and I will sit down and forget to go home!" Mu Xingyue stretched out her hand and posed to invite the other party to take a seat.

The young man was not polite, sat straight in front of the tea table, and said: "I began to learn to paint, and I stopped at the form. After meditating and contemplating, after a few years, I stopped in my heart and couldn't move forward. Now we know that if you want to step into heaven and earth, you must be united with the prophet and the action. Rather than sit and talk about the Tao, it is better to go all over the world. The gentleman is elegant and noble, and does not despise me because of hostility, the boy has a reluctant request, I hope you will be approved!"

Tang Teng stiffened to the point, leading to the origin of this trip, in Mu Xingyue's opinion, it was the frank act of the national soldier, so he waved his hand and said:

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!"

"Life can only be viewed on the wall, the people in the painting are immortal, Mr. Wang, please visit Mrs. Zun, Xiaosheng wants to see the face of the world, and stand up to paint!"

"Hahaha, that's what happened...... Heroes see the same thing, you and I go together to see who is better!"

Tang Teng didn't like to read, because there were only pedantic words of his predecessors in the book, but a large number of maids in the Suspense Garden rushed to read the classics to the most proud child in charge, which was a death order issued by Tang Teng's auxiliary machine.

He had no choice but to let these people tell him anecdotes about the world. When Zhu Cui used his ethereal voice to talk about a woman in the Star Moon Demon Sect, he was deeply attracted by the clever, decisive, and calculating Sect Master's wife.

It is rumored that this woman was originally the daughter of the head of the Ten Thousand Poisons Ancient Cave, who is good at raising poisonous insects, can refine the world's first poison, and likes to play the piano. In his early years, he traveled to the mainland and fell in love with the same young Mu Xingyue.

Due to the disagreement between the sects, their emotional road was full of disasters, and they lived and died several times. After experiencing the catastrophe of life and death many times, they fell in love deeply, and the period spanned the century, and finally settled three lives in Huangting Xu, achieving the reputation of Huiyue and the two demons.

"Sunny day in July, Jiangnan dream smoke and rain, ethereal yellow courtyard ruins, thousands of tent lights in the middle of the night......"

The maidservant Zhucui recited the crooked poem made by Han Xinyi softly, and the young man on the side was not in a daze or turning the brush as before, but sat slightly upright, drawing something on the canvas in front of him.

He inherited his father's taciturn habits since he was a child, and within the Suspense Cult, his subordinates gave him a nickname, called "Boring Stiff", and now that he is an adult, his unspeakable temper has not changed.

The maid exchanged glances with him, and said with a slight smile: "The young master seems to be quite interested in this Star Moon Demon Sect!"

Tang Teng was slightly stunned, and suddenly an idea sprouted in his heart:

"Sitting here, painting for three years, and realizing the Tao that overrides all things in people's hearts, that is not the Tao, it is vain!"

Abandon the way and return to Confucianism, and still can't understand the ignorance in your heart, so what's the use of being poor in things?!

An obsession in a lifetime is better than not knowing, and knowing, you should bow down and do it, and know and act together.

Shengxue~!

From that day on, these two words began to flow in the young man's heart. Entering the sanctification with paintings, recording the various states of the world, walking in the world and witnessing the present.

After that, Danqing is a picture, and the heart seems to be unified with yin and yang, with Taishi and Taisu.

As far as the brush strokes reach, there are many deficiencies, and even when the painting is subtle without sitting, there is a real flow of air every time.

Heaven and earth are not complete, and the Holy Way is not omnipotent, and every time he feels that the sky is short, it is the day when the painting is long.

Where there are defects, it can be round and square, but it can be mysterious or yellow, and if there is none, there are all of them.

The reason why the Holy Dao is the Tao is that it is the power contained in this incompleteness, and the pearl is round and jade in one go, but it is not as shocking as the effect brought by fragmentation.

Born from Confucianism and Taoism, the lack of brushwork is his pride.

The holy way is the practice of the mysterious and mysterious, probably the ancient Confucianism and Taoism of the most holy people, read this way rarely soared, the Confucian line is about to end with heaven and earth, and then the sky opens a line, is to Tang Teng stiff young and strong years, waste the past years, open the eight tricks of holy learning.

He opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "My father said that there are tens of thousands of sour Confucians in the world, all of them are a pool of stagnant water, the piano is no more than Li Yannian's "Sunset Qin Dream", the calligraphy is no more than Jia Zhengdao's "Five Willows Wind", and Danqing is only Nanping Shengshou's "Xiaoxiang Twilight Rain". ”

"It can be seen that the luck of Confucianism and Taoism has been exhausted by these rotten Confucianism, I am afraid that it is difficult for anyone to get half a cent cheap in this mountain of Confucianism, just speaking of Danqing, it seems that a new form of expression is needed, the holy way, with the lack of heaven and earth as bait, can finally be consummated, and I don't like to read, I prefer to be a sage!"

Zhucui put down "The Past of Wutong" and said with a smile: "Childe, what are you muttering?"

Tang Teng slowly put away his brush, looked at the fragmented image in front of him, and beckoned to Zhucui:

"Come, take a look at the young master's new work. ”

Zhucui Panlong Xuanbu stepped forward in an instant, and at a glance, he cultivated it well, and when he looked closely, he couldn't help but sneer, "Childe, the slave family didn't see what this painting was......"

"This is the way of returning to reality in my new work, abandoning the original meticulous depiction of blue and white, and using black, white and gray as the main color to render gloom and sadness. The boy patiently explained.

"But the woman painted by the young master, why did the hand fall from Qiong Tower, how did the man's legs grow to the top of his head, and the calf ......" Zhucui asked puzzled.

"This is to express the way of incompleteness, pain, struggle, animality, and the inhumane Wutong Continent......" The young man was a little stunned when he saw that Zhucui couldn't understand his art.

Zhu Cui was so clever, seeing the disappointment of the young man, he put on a smiling face, "Wonderful, wonderful! Childe's new-style danqing is like a goddess scattering flowers, and it is impossible to lead the fashion of the mainland ......"

The young man was comforted by Zhucui's kindness, but he was not cold, and said calmly: "Confucianism and Taoism collapse, the holy way is now, you can go!"