In the early morning of the next day, Xu Yufeng slowly got up, lay down all night without falling asleep, and now got up to move himself, his bones clicked.

After washing, Xu Yufeng opened the door, the light shone in, he set up a monument in this room, this is for the old man, and there is a small monument next to it, which is for Wu Da, although Xu Yufeng does not want to set up a monument for him, but after thinking about it, he still chooses to do so.

Subsequently, Xu Yufeng came to the old man's room, trying to find something related to him to pay tribute, he looked left and right, and it turned out to trigger a mechanism, the wardrobe on the side was moved, and a passage was displayed in front of Xu Yufeng's eyes.

Xu Yufeng was startled, walked in slowly, and slowly closed the wardrobe, Xu Yufeng walked all the way down, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

"Huh!"

Until Xu Yufeng came to the ground, a sound of mechanism triggering sounded, and the fire on the surrounding walls lit himself up, and lifelike paintings were displayed in front of Xu Yufeng.

Xu Yufeng's left eye can see that each painting contains a sense of truth and a sense of Taoism, and one by one, these paintings can no longer be ordinary, and the closest painting to him is on the left, in which a middle-aged man holds a baby in the palm of his hand and holds it high.

On the bed on the side, the middle-aged woman looked haggard, looking at the man and the baby, but also smiled, this is a kind of life.

Then, on the right, the baby seems to be swaying forward, full of smiles, and behind him, the middle-aged man is also smiling, chasing after him, and the woman stands behind the two, showing concern, but also smiling.

Xu Yufeng continued to walk down, the baby slowly grew up, grew into a handsome teenager, the family was happy, Xu Yufeng seemed to travel through time and space through the painting, standing in front of them, listening to their beautiful vision of the future.

Then, the bad news struck, the woman was bedridden due to a serious illness, and the middle-aged man was writing hard, apparently painting, at an extremely fast pace, and full of anxiety.

And what about the boy? He was nowhere to be seen, and he was never seen again, only the man who was writing a book.

Later, when the woman died, the man was sad and kept depicting her face, and eventually grew old.

Subsequently, all the paintings were turned over at this moment, and Xu Yufeng walked back again and found the trace of the young man, and the middle-aged man disappeared.

I saw the young man running around with an anxious face, constantly begging and kowtowing, and even choosing to let himself be beaten for others.

Subsequently, the young man invited Lang Zhong with a happy face full of anticipation, but Lang Zhong shook his head, and everyone hung their heads.

Immediately afterwards, the boy passed by the gambling house, and became rich overnight, he invited the best Langzhong, bought the most expensive medicine, and then went to the gambling house again, and this time, he was not so lucky, and lost a lot of money.

Then, the boy's face gradually turned hideous, the family's money was squandered, and the woman died.....

The next painting made Xu Yufeng startled, and even looked back, looking nervous, but he didn't find anything.

He calmed his mind and watched it, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked at it, the more nervous he became, because everything that followed was what really happened, there was no Xu Yufeng in the painting, there was no strong man, it just told the story of the young man who owed more and more, and finally broke his legs and crawled back on a rainy night.

And the old man opened the door to greet him, and then .....

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that after he had finished advising the old man, the old man hesitated for less than a second and then stepped out resolutely, that look he had always thought was that he had made a major decision, but now that he thought about it, he found that it was not, it seemed to be a .....

Know yourself!

Yes, the old man's self-knowledge, he seems to know everything, he chooses to follow this path and face it, instead of closing the door, not opening it, not smelling it.

Xu Yufeng didn't speak, his expression didn't have his previous calmness, he fell into a tangle, he always felt that there was always a line in the dark that was pulling everyone, pulling him, and no one could escape.

But if that's the case, what is the intention of cultivating immortals? How far they can go has been predestined, so what's the point?

He was puzzled, there was a doubt in his heart, and this question was different from others, this was questioning the avenue, this was questioning his own heart, this was questioning his original intention, which was equivalent to denying the road he had been walking!

Xu Yufeng seemed to be lost, he didn't know what he had been doing all along, he couldn't find his direction.....

"Bang!"

At this time, a loud noise pulled Xu Yufeng back, and the surroundings were even brighter, and the paintings on the surrounding walls kept flashing, as if they had traveled through time and space, and they had returned to the beginning of everything - the birth of a teenager!

Then, the picture freezes, every painting, the people in the picture are smiling, everyone is so happy, so full of life.

At this moment, something seemed to explode in Xu Yufeng's brain, it didn't hurt, but it was very comfortable, and it was a flash of inspiration!

He combined the elderly Wu Yi with the middle-aged Wu Yi, and found that as long as he looked at Wu Da, Wu Yi's eyes never changed, and he was always so favored, so proud, and full of yearning for life!

"Father's love.... Love..... It's also love. Xu Yufeng muttered to himself, tears dripping from his eyes, and he thought of his father.

He put away all his doubts, his heart began to return to the beginning, he saw himself lying on the straw pile, that young man is the same as now, even if the ambition is exactly the same, but he wants to live steadily, he doesn't know what he wants, he doesn't need anything, he just lives, that's all.

"Bang!"

Everything disappeared, Xu Yufeng's inner epiphany, and a blank painting appeared in front of him, with nothing on it, just a blank piece of paper.

"Hmmm...."

Then, a burst of white light flickered, Xu Yufeng slowly got up, he found that he had fainted in front of the closet, and everything just now was like a dream.

"It's not a dream...."Xu Yufeng muttered to himself slowly, and then he ran outside like crazy, took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and began to paint.

Day 1.....

The next day....

One month....

Xu Yufeng kept painting, I don't know how many pieces of waste paper it was, and he never painted works that satisfied him.

The old man's words came to his mind, and he began to sit down cross-legged, calm down, and begin to remember.....

Then he stood up and continued to paint, only this time, his speed was strangely slow, incredibly slow, and it took an extremely long time for a single point, as if he were deliberately exaggerated.

But if you cultivate a different eye, you must be able to see that Xu Yufeng's every stroke carries an understanding of the Great Dao, or in other words, an understanding of himself!

And every stroke of his life seems to be his own life, how much life can Xu Yufeng, who has not yet reached the age of eighteen, have?

Quite simply, straw, relatives, friends.

But this simple thing is everything for this child....

Painting is like life!

Xu Yufeng is carving his own life, he is undergoing a transformation, and he is ready to take an unprecedented and amazing step!