On the border of Beizhou, the climate is slightly cooler in early winter.

On the edge of Beizhou, there is a large stretch of mountain range, the vastness of the mountain range seems to be endless, the ancient trees in it are towering, the strange stones are numerous, and the fierce beasts and poisonous insects are countless, it is really a dangerous place.

As the saying goes, the more dangerous the place, the more there are countless treasures in it, and this sentence is not false at all in Beiming.

There are naturally not a few rare treasures in this Beiming Mountain Range, but the danger in it is definitely known to many people.

It is said that no one has ever been able to cross this mountain range since ancient times.

The mountain range is known as the "end of the earth", which shows that its danger is anything but uneasy.

The sky was a little dark, and there were cool breezes from time to time, adding a chill to the already humid air.

At the edge of the mountain range, a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old was standing there.

The young man was a little lean, dressed in a white cotton shirt, giving people a relatively simple feeling, and his appearance was mediocre, he stood there motionless, and the whole person seemed to be sluggish.

If you look closely, you will see that his eyes are very bright, and his expression is only relatively calm and not sluggish.

In front of him was a drawing board, and although he was holding a pen in his right hand, he was somehow not stagnant.

As far as his gaze went, there was a towering ancient tree ten meters in front of him, and this tree had gone through an unknown number of years.

The rough trunk was so thick that it would take at least five or six people to surround it, and its height was even more likely to reach into the sky.

The branches on the trunk were innumerable, and from time to time there were gusts of cool breeze, and the friction of the leaves rustled, and his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help frowning.

Standing motionless here for too long, the temperature of his body was slowly dropping, and the cold of early winter was not something that a child could resist for a long time.

"Look at its appearance, forget its shape, paint its god, move the pen with the heart, grind the ink with the mind, this is the god of painting!"

"Still can't you?"

"I can't even see the whole picture of this ancient tree!"

The young man muttered, his expression was a little complicated, looked at the towering tree in front of him, and sighed lightly.

"It's been six years, six years of study, spring to winter, no matter the day or the cold, I have been strict with my constant practice, but now I can't even draw a tree!"

The young man smiled bitterly in his heart, his real name was Lin Mu, he lived in a small village not far from the mountains, he was an orphan, and he was raised by the village chief's grandfather since he was a child.

I heard the grandfather of the village chief say that he was picked up in this Beiming Mountain Range, when he was still a baby, surrounded by many towering trees, so he gave the name Linmu.

Lin Mu's grandfather is also the head of this small village, and he is also the only doctor in the village, a small village on the edge of the Beiming Mountains, most of them live by hunting, and sometimes suffer injuries of varying degrees, and the doctor is extremely respected in the village.

But Lin Mu knew that what his grandfather was best at was not practicing medicine, but painting, but his grandfather rarely painted himself!

Three years ago, Lin Mu saw his grandfather paint a painting, and it was also the only time Lin Mu saw his grandfather paint in person, that scene made him unforgettable for the rest of his life, and until now when he thinks about it, he still feels a chill in his back.

In the bottom of Lin Mu's heart, his kind grandfather always seems to have a sense of mystery behind him.

Since the day his grandfather taught him to paint, this towering ancient tree seems to have become the pursuit of Lin Mu's life, but it is not easy to completely paint this ancient tree.

It's just because it's too big.

After a while, Lin Mu froze and looked at the towering ancient tree in front of him, his eyes suddenly glowed, his face looked serious, and his body was motionless like a sculpture again.

The whole person seemed to be in a state of mind, and only the towering ancient tree in front of him was left in those resolute eyes at the moment, as if he had forgotten himself.

"Drunk and lying in the world, the Yiren liver and intestines are broken!"

"The sword points to the sky, and the only way is to cut the lovesickness!"

"Since parting, I have never woken up, everyone in the world is awake, laughing at me for being drunk alone, crisscrossing the wilderness, just for emotional sadness!"

The voice was low and drunk, and a middle-aged man appeared not far away, this person was dressed in a relatively depressed manner, with several obvious holes in a black cloth shirt.

His face was grim, his face was well-defined, only in those deep eyes, there seemed to be a trace of exhaustion.

The long hair of the shawl is a little messy, it doesn't look sloppy, but it gives you a unique temperament, and his right hand is holding a black wine gourd made of unknown materials, and he raises it to his mouth from time to time to take two sips.

"Is that him?"

"Something interesting!"

The middle-aged man chuckled, stood on the right side of the forest, looked at the towering ancient tree in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the forest with a smile on his face.

Speaking of Lin Mu, at this time, he was still staring intently, the towering ancient tree in front of him, but on his calm little face, there was suddenly a trace of strangeness at this moment.

There was a faint cyan light in those bright eyes, which was as light as a mist, slowly overflowing from his eyes and slowly surrounding him.

At the moment when Lin Mu's eyes glowed with green, the towering ancient tree in front of him suddenly shook violently.

The whole ancient tree seemed to have a spirit, as if it was afraid of this, and the friction of the leaves made a rustling sound, as if it was trembling, which was very strange.

About half a time had passed, Lin Mu's eyes suddenly closed slightly, and at the moment when he closed his eyes, Qingmang overflowed from his body crazily, only to see him slowly raise his right hand.

Hold the pen, there is a wind, this wind is not the wind!

"Look at its appearance, forget its form!"

Lin Mu whispered softly, his right hand waved slowly, and as time passed, the speed of his right hand wave became faster and faster, and each stroke fell, like a green light across the drawing board.

The towering ancient tree in front of him, trembling from the beginning, slowly returned to calm, as if to give up the struggle, as if at the moment when Lin Mu started to write, time seemed to stand still, and only the painting boy was left in the world.

"Draw its gods, take its souls!"

The middle-aged man beside Lin Mu, looking at everything in front of him, suddenly spoke softly, his face was calm, he raised his hand to bring the wine gourd to his mouth, and took a big sip of wine, as if his voice was fluctuating with drunkenness!

With the passage of time, the towering ancient tree in front of the forest began to wither strangely as if it had reached the end of its life, and it spread extremely fast, as if every time he fell, the ancient tree withered a point.

At this time, Lin Mu's body was full of green light, and the speed of his right hand swinging the pen had also reached an extreme, and now in the early winter season, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

That cheek turned extremely red at the moment, as if it could not withstand the force and was about to collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man beside Lin Mu still looked calm, drinking the wine in his hand from time to time, and sometimes looking at the young man on the side, with a strange smile on his face that was imperceptible!

After half a burnt of incense, the towering ancient tree in front of the forest tree had completely withered at this time, and the huge ancient tree had turned completely gray.

Lin Mu slowly lowered his eyes, and in the drawing board in front of him, a lifelike towering ancient tree appeared in it.

The ancient tree looked very real, as if it was imprinted on it, and if you looked closely at the ancient tree in the drawing board, its branches seemed to be swinging slowly, like a living being.

Lin Mu looked at his work in front of him, and couldn't help but show a faint smile on his face, he looked extremely tired at this moment, and his little face became extremely pale at this time.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his brows furrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his head to look at the towering ancient tree in front of him.

As his gaze fixed on the ancient tree, his body began to tremble, and an inexplicable fear crept from the depths of his heart.

"This is this"

Lin Mu's heart was in a mess at this time, and he didn't know what to say for a while, three years ago, his grandfather painted in front of him, and that terrifying scene slowly emerged from the depths of his heart, like yesterday.

I saw the towering ancient tree in front of the forest, under the caress of the breeze, the whole ancient tree began to slowly disintegrate, turned into gray powder, drifted in the air, and drifted towards the depths of the mountain range with the direction of the wind.

After a while, the towering ancient tree in front of him had disappeared without a trace, Lin Mu's cheeks couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back, and one stumbled and accidentally fell to the ground.

"Little one, why are you so alarmed?"

The middle-aged man walked to Lin Mu's drawing board, carefully looked at the work in front of him, and with a chuckle on his face, he couldn't help but say, "Yes, it's indeed a good painting!"

"Who are you?"

"This"

Lin Mu was still a little panicked, looked at the middle-aged man, spoke, and then pointed to the ancient tree in front of him that had turned to ashes, not knowing what to say.

"The way of painting gods, the art of seizing spirits, I haven't seen it for a long time!"

The middle-aged man took a sip of the jug of wine, and then spoke again: "Little guy, Yun Mouguan is just a mortal, your master has never told you the way of this technique, I'm afraid it is not good-intentioned." ”

Lin Mu froze, got up from the ground, and looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared in front of him, with a puzzled look on his face.

He didn't understand what the man meant, but he understood it in general terms, as if to tell him that the person who painted was uneasy and kind, and he immediately retorted.

"My grandfather, who taught me to paint, can't hurt me, who are you?"

Lin Mu was a little annoyed, he had been dependent on his grandfather since he was a child, and the man who appeared at some point was talking nonsense here.

"Yun is just a passerby, little guy, would you like to make a picture for me?"

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Mu and smiled indifferently, and then patted the dust on his body, as if he was tidying up his bags, so that Lin Mu could make a good picture for him.

"No, no!"

Lin Mu was slightly stunned at first, and couldn't help but look at the ancient tree in front of him that had turned into ashes, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, listening to the middle-aged man asking him to paint, he suddenly shook his head constantly, and said that he was also writing at will.

"What are you afraid of, afraid that I will turn to ashes like that ancient tree?"

The middle-aged man suddenly showed a strange smile on his face, as if he had seen through Lin Mu's thoughts, and no longer forced, he waved his hand lightly, and then slowly lowered his head and looked at the sky in the distance, as if thinking about something.

"That uncle, I'm going home, grandpa is still waiting for me at home!"

Saying that, Lin Mu put away the drawing board next to him, although the strange man in front of him was very strange, but this person should have no ill will towards him, it is not that Lin Mu is unwilling to paint for him, but today's events are too weird, which makes him feel troubled.

"It's also fate with you, this thing is given to you, so you can do it yourself!"

The middle-aged man suddenly took out something from his hand, Lin Mu wanted to excuse himself, but his body seemed to be uncontrollable, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand and took the thing that the man had given.

By the time he reacted, the middle-aged man had already walked away, and the direction he was going was the depths of the Beiming Mountain Range.

Lin Mu looked at the thing in his hand, it was actually a piece of white jade that was close to transparency, the jade was transparent as a whole, and there seemed to be a trace of white light in it, and it was beautiful to flow slowly in it.

"Monk?"

Lin Mu frowned, in his memory, among his grandfather's many medical skills, he had seen a record of monks, for ordinary people, those so-called "monks" could be called immortals.

"Are there really immortals in this world?"

Tianji Gate, in a certain sub-mountain range connected to Tianji Peak, near the peak, there is a huge and magnificent cave.

Compared to the cave mansions of other inner disciples, this cave mansion can be described as extremely flamboyant, the pattern alone is much larger than the ordinary cave mansion, and the aura around it is even more abundant, I don't know how many spirit gathering arrays it has.

The ground of the cave door has jade steps to pave, four thick stone pillars rise from the ground, there is a barren dragon pattern carved incomparably finely, a golden plaque in front of the door, "Ye Xian Pavilion" three vigorous big characters, sometimes there is a glimmer of light.

Under the mountain range, you can see this cave from a distance, as if hidden in the spiritual mist, if you look closely, you can see the majesty of this cave, a good fairy cave.

"Zhao Shi's Wanming Immortal Sparrow, the spirit obtained from the last "Spirit Luck Trial" is really blind to this heaven and earth spirit bird in his hands!"

Beyond the stone pillar in front of the door of the cave, there is a large hall in front of you, the placement of the hall is also very exquisite, the ground is paved with warm white jade, and the wall is inlaid with several huge luminous stones. And in the center of the hall, stood this young man, this person was dressed in a golden silk and purple robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his appearance was extremely handsome, and there was a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows, as if no one in this world was qualified to let him take a second look.

The sarcastic words came from the mouth of this person, the contempt in his eyes gradually appeared, and he looked at the outside of the cave and said, "Zhao Shi, who can be forced, this son is the person brought back by Yunan, what do you think?" "Hmph, it only takes one finger to kill him!" the young man snorted coldly, his voice revealing incomparable confidence, and then turned his head to look at the old man beside him, and bowed to him as usual.

The old man smiled, touched his long beard, and his deep voice sounded again: "This son should have some relationship with the old man's second senior brother, and the way of painting gods should not be underestimated!"

"Isn't it often said that this technique is just quite mysterious, not some kind of anti-heaven technique. The young man shrugged his shoulders slightly, turned his head to look out of the cave again, and his spiritual sense suddenly dispersed, sweeping towards the cave of the woods. "Ye'er, this technique is indeed not a technique against the sky, but this technique is related to a secret against the sky, so that the old man's senior brother is worried about a hundred years of spells, how can it be ordinary!"

At the moment when Lin Mu performed the Soul Snatching Technique, with this old man's cultivation, he would definitely know it for the first time.

"Although this technique is a little strange, the cultivation of the person who can cast it is too low, and he can't break through the defense of Wan Mingyue!"

The young man in purple is still arrogant, his talent is extremely high, on the road of cultivating immortals, it can be said that it is a smooth journey, and he is also a public in the Tianji Gate, on the road of cultivating immortals, it can be said that it is a smooth journey, and he is also the pride of the sky in the eyes of everyone in the Tianji Gate, and he is not interested in any secrets.

His name is Ye Qinkun, his cultivation is already in the foundation realm, and he is a disciple of the three elders, just like that frost Qianrou, he is the Tianjiao of the younger generation in the sect, and he has his arrogant capital.

The old man smiled slightly and shook his head slightly, looking a little unfathomable. After pondering for a while, he said: "This technique has the effect of mutual growth and restraint on the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, if that Zhao Shi does not summon ten thousand spirit sparrows, he will not be able to hurt him in the slightest with his cultivation technique." ”

Ye Qinkun's expression was always the same, and after chuckling, he withdrew his spiritual sense, he didn't bother to pay attention to this fight, obviously the old man's words, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"The brothers who went to the Western Wasteland back then must have known the identity of this son. ”

"The old man really wants to know, I don't know what you are thinking now!" The gray-robed old man said secretly in his heart, and then shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about those things, but squinted his eyes slightly, and glanced at Ye Hong. Ye Qinkun would not have noticed that there was a touch of imperceptible weirdness in his lightly skimmed gaze.

At the same time, on another sub-mountain range of Tianji Gate, there is an inconspicuous cave, if it were not for the aura around this cave, it would be several times thicker than elsewhere, even if someone passed by, he would not pay attention to the fact that it was several times thicker in other places, and if someone passed by, he would not pay attention to its existence.

Compared to Ye Qinkun's flamboyance, this place is much more low-key, there is a young man in white in the cave mansion, who is standing there quietly at this time, with his hands behind his back and a gentle smile on his face.

Xu Feng, who is the personal disciple of the four elders of Tianjimen, is also a foundation building realm, and Ye Qinkun and Shuang Qianrou are also known as the three arrogances of Tianjimen, usually acting low-key, and rarely walking around in the door.

"This son should be the personal disciple of the old man's second senior brother, but his cultivation is a little low!" Xu Feng sat next to an old man in white, the old man placed a game of Go, the black chess on the chess game showed that it had the upper hand, and the white chess seemed to be forced into a desperate situation, but there was a hidden killing machine inside.

At this time, the chess surface seems to be a little anxious, but if you are a Go master, you can already know at a glance that black chess is already at the end of the crossbow, and white chess has already designed a trap at the moment of shooting, and black chess has no way out at this time.

"The next spiritual luck trial, this Senior Brother Lin, I don't know if I will participate in it!"

Xu Feng turned his head and looked out of the cave, he still had a gentle smile on his face, and he couldn't see any change in his expression. "This son, I will definitely go!" The old man in white let out a chuckle, pinched a white chess piece with his fingers, and showed an imperceptible coldness on his face, and glanced down at Xu Feng slightly.

Tianji Gate, the only main peak Tianji Peak, leaning on the side of Tianji Peak, on the top of the nearest sub-mountain range, an old man in gray stood and had been caught by her. "This" Lin Mu wanted to speak, but when he saw that the storage bag had already fallen into the hands of this woman, he couldn't help but sigh lightly, and his face showed a complicated look. "These two storage bags, yours?"

Shuang Qianrou looked at the storage bag in her hand, then raised her head to look at Lin Mu, and a soft voice came slowly from her mouth.

When Lin Mu heard this, he was slightly stunned, and his head suddenly nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

"Poof!" Frost Qianrou covered her mouth, still couldn't help laughing, only to see her throw the storage bag in her hand, and the two storage bags crossed an arc between the two of them, flying towards the woods.

Lin Mu's outstretched hands just caught it, and after the spirit stone arrived, he hurriedly put it into the storage bag on his waist. Looking at the front of him, the frost Qianrou who was covering her mouth and smiling, Lin Mu felt that her behavior seemed to be a little too much.

(End of chapter)