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?"

Grandpa stood in front of the door, his face showed a smile of relief, and after the painting of the forest was finished, he spoke slowly;

The accumulation of these six years has only taken you half a month, and you have already entered the threshold of the Dao Spirit Sutra!"

A kind voice came from Lin Mu's ear, in fact, he already knew that his grandfather was beside him, and since he practiced this spiritual scripture, his perception ability seemed to have reached an unbelievable level.

As long as he wants, even those tiny insects and ants on the ground, he can clearly feel their whereabouts, and grandpa said that this is spiritual sense.

"Grandpa!"

Lin Mu turned around, with a smile on his face, and walked up to his grandfather.

"When did grandpa teach wood the real cultivation method, it is recorded in ancient books that cultivators can fly to the sky and the earth, and have the ability to move mountains and seas, but now I don't know anything!"

In the past half month, Lin Mu has read the books about monks in the house, and has carefully read them again, and he can't help but yearn for the immortals who walk on the moon and chase the stars mentioned in the books.

But in the past half a month, what his grandfather taught him was just an esoteric and difficult scripture, which made Lin Mu a little anxious, how could he protect his grandfather with these alone.

Grandpa touched Lin Mu's head and said with a kind smile: "On the way of cultivation, you must first attract the spirit into the body, gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for your own use to lay the immortal foundation, if you want to achieve something, it is not an overnight thing;

As for why Grandpa didn't teach you the method of cultivation, you will understand one day in the future, that spiritual scripture is broad and profound, and it is the treasure that Grandpa obtained in the land of the Dead Sea in the Western Wilderness a hundred years ago, remember not to talk about it casually. ”

"Grandpa, don't worry, wood will never tell others!"

Lin Mu nodded cautiously, he knew what his grandfather meant, and he had already told him countless times.

"Wood, remember Grandpa's words, no matter what happens these days, don't use your spiritual sense, you are grandpa's good grandson, and at the same time just an ordinary mortal!"

Grandpa looked at Lin Mu, the expression on his face became much more serious for a while, and told Lin Mu not to use the power of the Dao Spirit Sutra at will.

Although Lin Mu was a little puzzled, he nodded seriously, his heart became a little uneasy, although he didn't understand the meaning of his grandfather's words, he could feel it, I was afraid that it was mostly related to the death tribulation that his grandfather said half a month ago.

"Wood, as long as your spiritual sense reaches a certain level, in combination with the Dao Spirit Sutra, you can perform the technique of seizing the soul, this technique can take the root of all things in the world, it can be described as the extreme of domineering, and ordinary monks will never have the power to fight back!"

Speaking of the soul snatching technique, grandpa's eyes couldn't help but flash a fine light, and the expression on his face was vaguely filled with a sense of pride.

"Is it like the ancient tree that was painted on the wood that day?"

Lin Mu tilted his head and couldn't help but ask.

Grandpa laughed, patted Lin Mu's head and said with a smile: "Although that ancient tree is a thousand-year-old spirit tree, it can only be regarded as a dead thing, and it took you six years to draw it, which can be regarded as the first entry threshold!"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Lin Mu smiled bitterly in his heart, sure enough, the way to cultivate immortals, whether it is cultivating aura or spiritual sense, it will take a long time, if there is no amazing perseverance, ordinary people are afraid that they will not be able to persevere.

At this moment, suddenly Lin Mu's body trembled, the air suddenly became a little solidified, and a murderous aura suddenly hit from the air above his head, this breath was not aimed at Lin Mu, but enveloped the entire courtyard in it.

"Hmph!

Grandpa suddenly snorted coldly, and then laughed, on that slightly old face, at this time, there was a heroic smile, and a wordless momentum suddenly rose, colliding with the murderous aura in the air.

Lin Mu only felt a tightness in his chest, and almost couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, but fortunately, Grandpa suddenly took a small step forward, and the feeling of oppression in front of Lin Mu dissipated.

"Wood, you go back to the house, take a good look at the Dao Spirit Sutra, no matter what happens, you can't take half a step out of the door!"

Grandpa's expression was grim, and he didn't wait for Lin Mu to reply, only to see him flick his big sleeves, and an invisible force suddenly wrapped up Lin Mu's body, and the next moment Lin Mu's body was in the air, and he was thrown into the house in an arc.

All this happened so quickly, before Lin Mu could react, with a muffled sound, the door of the house was suddenly shut, and there seemed to be a blue light on the door, which seemed to be unable to be opened easily.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Lin Mu's voice revealed anxiety, and he slammed to his feet, reaching out to push open the closed door.

The moment his arm touched the door of the house, he only felt a huge force of shock, which instantly filled his entire body from his arm, and the next second his body flew out again and sat down on the ground.

"It's a seal!"

Lin Mu secretly said in his heart, he had thought about it these days, this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly and so suddenly.

He didn't come here to say another word in a hurry, maybe the moment he could open the door, he would have been separated from his grandfather.

Thinking of this, Lin Mu stood up again, his brows furrowed slightly, his face was extremely anxious, looking at the gate in front of him that was like a line of life and death, and his brain was spinning rapidly at this time.

"This door was set up by grandpa in order to block himself, and he must have concluded that his strength could not open this door, what should I do?"

After a while, I saw Lin Mu gritting his teeth, and after calming down, I saw him slowly raise his right hand, the green light in his hand floated, and the green mangs began to gather in his hand.

"Snatch the Soul!"

Lin Mu's expression was cold, and the green light in his eyes gradually appeared, and the only thing he had to do now was to do everything possible to open the door in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, I saw him wave his right hand, and the cyan light flickered in the room, and each wave brought up a green light, as if it cut through the void, and the green light became stronger and stronger, and went straight to the door in front of him.

But every time his green mang approached the door, Lin Mu's body couldn't help but tremble, and he only felt that the moment his spiritual sense touched the door of the house, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, as if it was instantly absorbed by the strange gate.

Lin Mu's forehead began to show fine beads of sweat, although the expression on his face was resolute, but he couldn't stop the pale color, after all, he was a mortal body, and forcibly using this technique would cause great damage to himself.

It's just that now he has no choice, since this technique can take all things from the roots, even if he can't fully use it now, the power should not be underestimated.

He didn't know if he could open the door, but if he was asked to do nothing, waiting quietly in this room, he couldn't do it at all.

(End of chapter)