Master is a delicate and gentle person, while I am often rough and irritable, and we complement each other very well.

It is my happiness to be able to meet Master, Master gives me a great sense of security and dependence, and I am even complacent about it, a most humble rural youth, a low-level dick who has long been accustomed to the indifference of the world, struggling for food and clothing, for basic dignity and social identity, I can enter the metaphysical circle, and I am really satisfied with such a Master by my side.

I can proudly say to everyone that my Master, the Sinister Peak, was once the supreme lord of the underworld!

I am extremely proud of this, even if in this life, the Sinister Peak wants to repeat the mistakes of the previous life, I will still follow him to the end, even if it is a catastrophe.

Sometimes, I feel like an ant that can't be stepped on, I don't even have a family, some people say, I'm a heartless person who faces everything with a hippie smile, yes, that's me, a clown who only laughs.

But in the lonely darkness, the clown always cries secretly.

I live a very selfish life, I think that a person, with a daughter-in-law, the best brother, and a mentor of Nibbi, such a life is enough to be fulfilling.

So I'm always used to putting a smile on my face, I have what I want, I have it, see who doesn't like the eye, I'll kill him directly, I don't have any lofty ambitions, just like that, live whatever I want for a lifetime, it's good.

After entering the hinterland of Lop Nur, the imported off-road vehicle drove on the potholed saline-alkali land, the dust choked the air filter, the car was full of dust, we brought enough food and water, and under the guidance of the local guide, we chose a small dirt slope seven or eight meters high, and camped in the shade behind the dirt slope.

Lop Nur in this season, it is quite cool, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, more than 20 degrees during the day, and more than 10 degrees at night, but if it is in the middle of summer, Lop Nur is by no means suitable for living people, the temperature can reach 50 degrees during the day, and it is as low as the bottom at night, and it is difficult for the survival master to hold on here for a week, here, it is a miracle of creation, and it is also a barren place at the end of life.

The guide left us in the hinterland of Lop Nur and drove away, and for the sake of the good remuneration, he was more than happy to come every three days to replenish our provisions.

After settling in, Sinister Peak and I began to paint.

Painting is a profession with the highest requirements for talent, and there is no one, and the soul painter is even more so, without the blessing of 95% of the talent, it is impossible to achieve great things with lifeless efforts alone.

The insidious peak often praises me, saying that I am talented, I was born, I am a painter who was drowned by poverty, I have the artistic blood of the soul painter flowing in my bones, and the insidious peak is often happy to discover my "demon star".

"But Xiao Zhu, you have to remember that a real soul painter must have a sad personality, and in this regard, you are far inferior to Li Zhiwen, you live too optimistically."

The sun shines on the endless Lop Nur, reflecting blue and white light, blue is the sky, white is the saline land covered with wind and sand.

We sat in front of the drawing board with our backs to the dirt slope, and when we heard the insidious peak say this, I couldn't help but ask, "Why?" ”

"Because as you walk and improve your painting skills, you will be exposed to many terrible things that subvert your inner understanding, and with each step forward, you will be one step closer to the underworld and hell."

The wind blew away the long hair of the insidious peak, and he said softly, for a long time to come, only the wind will accompany us.

There is also the loneliness of isolation.

While painting against the distant horizon, he continued: "You need to inject the death and fear you have experienced into your work, this is by no means a simple copy, the greatness of a work is not directly related to the line, color, composition, what is important is the integration of the painter's inner emotions." ”

"You can't paint the hellish scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood with a grin-hee attitude, and even if you do, it has no soul to speak of, and a painting without a soul......"

I replied, "It's rubbish." ”

Sinister Peak: "Yes, your most fatal flaw at the moment is the lack of sadness in your heart, which is also the reason why your path has stagnated. ”

After returning from Qinghai, Master is already an Asura, but I am still a Rakshasa, like he swallows Yin things raw, I really can't do it, this method is too bloody, no different from eating living people, I need to find another way to get promoted.

I seriously pondered Master's words, sketched Lop Nur in the sunshine with a few strokes, and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, I felt that there was a lack of flavor in my works.

The taste of sadness.

And the sinister peak is the opposite of me, I looked at his side face for a long time, thinking about the master all these years, there is no woman around him, except for the gentleness of the elders in front of me, only ...... Sadness.

Except for sadness, I can't see all human emotions in Master, and he often smiles at me, but I know that he is very unhappy.

"Master, when you go back this time, I'll find you a master to come back, the most beautiful one." I laughed heartlessly.

Yin Peak turned his head and glanced at me: "Xiao Zhu, I said that I came to Lop Nur to paint for purity, you don't really think so, right?" ”

"If you don't want to be clean, what is it for?" I looked puzzled and said, "Then Master, you said, we are far away, what are you doing in this ghost place where birds don't?" ”

Yin Xianfeng shook his head: "I plan to be here, to create four works, in these four works, I have integrated the strongest sadness, the first three paintings, will support you, all the way to the Yellow Spring Realm." ”

"The road after the Yellow Springs Realm, you have to go by yourself."

A cold sweat broke out on my back: "What about the fourth painting?" What is it for? ”

"The fourth work is not for cultivation, remember, after I leave you, you must not look at work number four, unless you ......"

I couldn't sit still for a moment, so I lost my body and said, "Master...... You're leaving me? You...... Don't want me anymore? ”

"Come here." He waved at me.

I walked to the side of the insidious peak in despair, he gently touched my head, and said softly: "There is no banquet in the world, every journey has an end, I can only accompany you here, we will meet again in the future." ”

"And where are you going?" I looked unwilling.

"Cape, the end of the world." The voice of the sinister peak became gloomy: "For the rest of my life, I will continue to pursue the true meaning of life and death until the final judgment day comes......"

"I'll go with you."

"No, you have your way."

I sat down on the sand, silent for a long time, and my heart was very lost.

During this time in Lop Nur, Yin Peak painted day and night, he barely drank water, did not eat, and rarely rested, until later I began to suspect that he had become a painting in his own right.

The color of this painting is cold and gloomy, but it is the greatest and most precious work of art in the world.

The desert is lonely, the clouds rise, and the clouds fall.

The sky of Lop Nur, the blue is too pure, the blue is dazzling, just like the eyes of the insidious peak, here the perennial wind is raging, in the wind, there is a faint smell of water, we often see the ancient mirage, on the turquoise lake, the ancient fishermen carry boats and songs.

At night, I leaned back against the tent alone, looking up at the bright Milky Way, and my heart was extremely sad.

What is Li Zhiwen doing at this time?

When painting the sinister peak, he is very focused, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling at the corners of his mouth, and occasionally secretly crying.

His drawing board is always shrouded in a layer of black fog, and he can't see what the content is.

I'm also painting, I'm painting Li Zhiwen, Su Yao, I paint all kinds of faces in the circle, I paint when I was a child, my indifferent parents, looking at me with disgust, painting the dilapidated earthen house in my hometown, painting the dead uncle.

Time flies, and that night, the sinister peak finally completed the fourth work.

I was asleep in my tent, and when I woke up in the morning, I found that the sinister peak had quietly left, leaving only four paintings.

The fourth, tightly wrapped in a black cloth, had a small note pressed with a stone on it, and I picked it up and looked at it:

"Xiao Zhu, the No. 4 work can only be opened when your life is most in danger and you are cornered, remember."

"The first three works are enough for you to practice to the Huangquan Realm, but you must know that the best soul painter is far from enough to practice in the world of painting, after all, it is someone else's work, and in the future, you need to spend a lot of time to let yourself settle in the creation of the work, although this process is long, but it is the most beneficial to you."

"Paint everything you see, paint the sadness in your heart, only your own works are the testimony of your growth."

"Don't forget to take the bank card from the tent."

After I finished reading the last sentence, tears flowed down my face, and I fell to my knees and kowtowed into the distance: "Master......"