There was a boy painting in it, and the first pastoral painting in front of the boy was a peach tree, a landscape, a livestock, and a young man

Only this young man was alone, a little lonely.

The figure of the old man slowly walked behind the boy, with a kind smile in his eyes, and watched him paint in silence, with an extremely peaceful expression.

The boy's eyes were full of agility, but when he was holding the scroll, there were thousands of strands of sorrow in his eyes, which were difficult to see without looking carefully.

I saw his nose wrinkled, stopped his pen, turned around to meet the old man's gaze, trotted quickly to the old man, and asked, "Are you a master?"

The old man smiled, touched the boy's forehead, and responded, "Whoever you think I am, I am who I am." ”

The boy was just about to speak, when a serious voice came from the house, "Haozi, don't shout at your grandfather, is the picture scroll ready, go and practice!"

With the voice, a middle-aged man lifted the curtain of the house and walked out of it.

The boy did not look back, but sighed, looked at the old man deeply, turned back to the house, and began to portray one stroke at a time. It's just that his gaze showed deep doubts.

The man glared at the boy, came to the old man's side, sat aside, poured tea for the old man, and said, "Dad, I'm going to the mountains tomorrow."

The old man always looked at the boy kindly, and after hearing the middle-aged man's words, he nodded slightly, and then stopped talking.

"What are you doing in the mountains?" a woman's voice came from outside the door, and a white-haired woman walked in with a basket of vegetables.

The middle-aged man hurriedly got up, took the basket in the white-haired woman's hand, and said, "Mother, I heard from the two tigers next door that there is a big insect in the mountain, and our brothers want to go in and kill the big worm, help you make a jacket, and then maybe you can make some money." ”

The white-haired woman opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes looked at the old man who had been staring at her grandson, sighed, shook her head, and said nothing.

The days passed, and the middle-aged man, after leaving, never came back

The old woman waited day and night, but in the end she was waiting for a mutilated corpse. Under the grief, he fainted, and there was no day to wake up.

In the courtyard, from then on, it was known that there were only two grandchildren left.

The boy has been carving wood at school, and the old man has always been watching from the sidelines.

"Have you learned how to draw scrolls?" asked the old man softly on this day.

"Not yet, this scroll is too difficult to learn," said the boy, looking up at the old man calmly.

"How many times has this been?" the old man was silent, and after a while, he raised his head lightly and said.

The boy raised his head, looked at the old man, and said flatly, "It's the ninetieth time, and the next time is not far away." ”

"Don't you want to end it yet?" sighed the old man.

The boy looked up at the sky, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "Why do you want to end it, this kind of life is very good, except that I don't know who you are!"

"Reincarnation is innumerable, every single thing. It's all fixed, there's no change, you know that all the people won't come back once they're gone, you've gone through the same process countless times, and it's rare that you can't see through it? What the hell are you doing?" the old man held the teacup and put it to his lips, but it never moved.

The boy retracted his gaze, cast it on the scroll in his hand, and said softly for a long time: "Is it over?" ”

In the Purple Cloud Sect, under the big pine tree, a young man with a kind face had an extremely serious expression at the moment, he stared at the void in the distance, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"Ninety days, this person is by no means an idle person! Back then, Senior Brother Cao Yunling was only seven days, and the entry to the three levels was said to be a test, but in fact, if you can taste the taste, it is a great opportunity! These three levels, a person can only go through once in his life, and it was arranged by Master Shi with great effort! This Ling Haochu can actually stay in the first level for 90 days, this person can't stay!"

His face became more and more gloomy, his eyes flickered, and after a few moments, he pinched his hands, and bursts of colorful light flickered on his hands, exuding dazzling colors.

"Future junior brother, let me help you, senior brother!" After the man finished speaking, his hands moved forward a little, and the colorful glow suddenly came out of his hand, and in a flash, disappeared into nothingness.

The heart of the pass, the boy, has been carving with his head down, and suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. But I saw a colorful glow suddenly appear from above the sky, emitting ten thousand rays of light.

This light was extremely domineering, and where it shone it was, it was like a hot soldering iron placed in the snow, and the bird song of the paradise here suddenly disappeared.

The floral fragrance is no longer diffuse.

The houses in the mountain village immediately dissipated, turning into white mist, spreading out in all directions, slowly getting lighter and more blurred.

One house after another, with the light of the light, all disappeared, and finally, only the third house in the north head stood alone.

The boy's gaze showed a hint of strangeness, he stared at the colorful glow, and with a wave of the brush in his hand, a silver light came out dazzlingly, straight to the sky and colorful.

An earth-shattering sound suddenly came from the sky, booming, dissipating all the haze around it.

The colorful light, like a candle flame blown by the wind, immediately became bright and dark. But suddenly, the strange flickering of these colorful lights actually merged with each other, forming a pair of bright eyes in the sky, as if they had seen through nothingness, and fell on the boy.

The boy raised his head, his eyes were cold, his right hand waved in the void, and immediately the wooden blocks piled up into a hill in the courtyard floated up one after another, and the boy's hands waved quickly, but when he saw a burst of silver light, a large number of sawdust fell, and all the wooden blocks took shape almost instantly, and suddenly became a house, a statue of a neighbor of the village.

The boy's hands shook violently, and the wood carvings immediately burst into flames, emitting bursts of ghostly light. The glow was like a burning flame, growing wildly, and finally spreading violently in all directions.

I saw that the villagers, houses, birds, flowers, and so on that had dissipated before, all of them were restored to their original appearance at this moment, and this place became a paradise again.

"Whoever you are, now, disappear for me!" the boy said flatly, his tone was light, but there was a monstrous murderous intent.

The eyes above the sky, staring at the boy, gradually disappeared after a while.

On the peak of the Purple Cloud Sect, under the pine tree, the kind-faced young man flashed his eyes at this moment, and muttered to himself: "The mental method cultivated by this son is a little weird, and every time he experiences reincarnation, he can enhance his state of mind. ”

In the courtyard, the old man sighed lightly, stood up and looked at the boy, and said softly: "The ninetieth time, it's about to start, do you really want to continue?"

The boy looked down at the ninety reincarnations in his hand that had never succeeded, and this picture scroll was the figure of a woman and a man

"Go on, this is the true meaning of asking questions and hearts!"

(End of chapter)