Jiang He chased the cloud-maned horse and painted it for three whole months.

It not only depicts its divine appearance, but also depicts its wonderful.

The spirit horse in the painting was born through his pen.

Not only can you chase the sky and step on the clouds, but also can travel thousands of miles a day.

In this process, Jiang He's attainments in the Danqing magic method have successfully taken a big step forward!

If Yan Qingliang could understand his realm before, he could still look at it.

Now he is completely out of sight.

There are six kinds of wonderful spirit animals in the Meng Dynasty era.

After Jiang He drew the [Divine Horse in the Clouds], he set his sights on the next spirit beast.

[Ten Thousand Flowers and Butterflies].

It's like a cloud-maned horse running among the clouds, hard to find.

It is almost impossible to find a fluttering butterfly in the vast world.

Someone else—

For example, Yan Qingliang when he was young, at most he tried his luck.

After spending several months walking among the sea of flowers, I couldn't find the slightest trace of the spirit butterfly, so I had to choose to give up.

Ega is different.

After the end of Ema in the clouds, the time has come to the beginning of spring.

He took Ruan Xiangyu to Lingzhou, known as the State of Ten Thousand Flowers, and built a wooden house in the middle of the sea of flowers that had just bloomed.

Since then, he has been painting flowers every day when he wakes up.

All kinds of flowers.

In the spring, the flowers he painted are so vivid that they fall in the sea of flowers, and people can't tell the real from the fake.

Butterflies can.

They will bypass the false flowers and stay on the real ones.

In the summer, the flowers he painted were completely fake.

Even those bees and butterflies can't tell the real from the fake, and even run to the fake flowers to stay and collect nectar.

Stay until autumn.

He lifted his pen and waved, and the flowers took root.

Those bees and butterflies all gave up the real flower and gathered around the false flower, forming a grand scene.

Until this time.

He stopped, stopped painting flowers, and began to paint grass.

Day by day, day by day.

Three full months passed.

Winter has arrived, and heavy snow is falling.

The grassland, where the former sea of flowers is located, has been completely covered with snow.

In the distance, it is snowy.

In the middle of the snow, the fox-tailed woman heard the call and walked out of the house.

"Don't worry, Childe, the chicken soup will be ready to simmer......"

The white-clothed painter chuckled when he heard this.

"Chicken soup can wait first, look at this first."

The foxtail woman's heart moved slightly.

Childe has been painting for a whole year, and now it's finally finished?

She immediately looked—

But I saw that the white-clothed painter picked up the white pen and added a flower bag to a grass under his feet.

Like the finishing touch.

When the flower bag appeared, the snowy scene melted instantly.

In the whole grassland that can be seen, every green grass is swaying slightly, as if it is blowing with the breeze and sprouting.

These buds grow quickly and bloom quickly.

Just a breath passes.

The grassland, which had just been covered with snow, had already bloomed into an endless sea of flowers.

Purple and red, thousands of flowers compete for beauty.

The wind blows, and you can even smell the rich floral fragrance.

When this beautiful scene is born in the cold winter, it is like the height of summer.

The foxtail woman's eyes also shone brightly.

"Childe ......"

"It's coming!"

The white-clothed painter's eyes lit up suddenly.

He immediately pulled out the canvas, picked up the brush, and looked into the distance—

But on the ice and snow, a colorful butterfly swept by rapidly, sprinting towards this sea of flowers, the speed was too fast, and even set off a hurricane!

Even in winter, there are flowers in full bloom, how can it compare to this beautiful sea of flowers?

Another spirit beast diagram to start!

I saw the white-clothed painter immersed in painting.

The foxtail woman's eyes became softer, standing beside the painter, quietly watching him record the flowers and butterflies with the brush in his hand.

I don't know how long it has been......

She snapped back to her senses.

"It's broken, chicken soup!"

……

[Cloud-maned horse, ten thousand flowers and butterflies, camel mountain takin......]

[You climbed to the pinnacle of painting, walked all the states of the world, painted the spirits with a pen, and left many legends, and your reputation became more and more popular. 】

[Time flies, five years have passed. 】

[1351 of the Meng calendar, the eleventh day of the lotus month. 】

[You have painted the spirit beasts of the world, into the five spirit maps, Danqing Miaofa reached the unimaginable realm of ordinary people, and finally felt the bottleneck. 】

[You know that you have reached the peak of the Mystic Law, and it is difficult to advance an inch. 】

[So it was decided to ......]

[A: Direct drawing, B: Personal intervention]

Ega's fingertips brushed over the text.

All the memories, experiences, and knowledge of the past five years have been absorbed and digested.

He knew in his heart that—

Now the skills and techniques have all been polished to the peak.

Finally, I can try to draw that amazing picture.

"The idea of the amazing picture is too big, even if everything has been polished to the peak, if it wants to achieve the effect I expected, I must pour all my heart, strength, and even everything."

"This should be the last picture of my life."

Jiang He already had a premonition.

He's going to give it his all.

It may even be that when the picture is made, he will die of blood.

Think of that possibility.

But he has no regrets.

The reason is simple –

For a creator, being able to do everything to create a pinnacle work that can shock the world is the highest pursuit.

Even if it's not for Xiangyu.

He may well end up on this path as well.

"Now I can understand why there is a swordsmith who died with his sword......

"So."

"If you want to pour it out, you won't leave a drop."

[Personal Intervention]

Twice the increase, give me an increase!

……

Wuzhou, between the mountains.

The white-clothed painter stands at the top of the mountain and looks into the distance.

There are not many people living in this mountain range at present, only a small number of mountain people exist.

But he knew that thousands of years later, there would be Taoists who would come here to open up Taoist temples and leave a legacy.

Give the name of eternal life.

A few memories flowed through my heart.

He opened his mouth and called.

"Xiangyu."

"Childe, I'm here!"

A response came from afar.

In a hurry, the fox-tailed woman fell with a basket, and there were some grasses, fruits and vegetables in it—

Many years ago, when she was still strong, she also sheltered her son for a while.

It's just that with the weakening of his strength, Childe has also gone from being weak to being invincible in the world and invincible in the sky.

She has been completely reduced to a little chef.

However, she didn't mind, but enjoyed it, picking and choosing with the basket.

"There are a lot of resources here, Childe, you have a good mouth tonight......"

"Xiangyu, what's your favorite place?"

The white-clothed painter listened patiently to her and asked questions.

The foxtail woman was stunned for a moment, as if she realized something.

Childe has finally finished accumulating and is about to start painting?

For living in the painting, the foxtail woman did not mind at all, but looked forward to it.

She recalled, her cheeks flushed.

"Qinghe Town."

Although there is nothing special about Qinghe Town, it is just an ordinary and ordinary town.

But that's where she and Childe met.

And although there was not much communication with Childe at that time, there was a tacit understanding.

If she could, she would like to stay in that cottage in Qinghe Town all the time.

"Qinghe Town? Is there anything else? ”

Childe is not satisfied with this answer?

The foxtail woman was slightly disappointed, thought about it, and said again.

"Border Prefecture Deserted Village."

When I traveled with my son, the deserted village hut I lived in was also good.

Full of memories.

"Anything else?"

Childe is still not satisfied?

The foxtail woman said several different things.

The white-clothed painter stopped asking.

Confused, she couldn't help asking.

"Childe, after asking so many places, which one do you want to draw?"

The white-clothed painter smiled, but did not answer her question.

Instead, he summoned the cloud-maned painted horse and carried her to Queensland, circling in the air.

The cloud-maned painting horse was extremely fast, and in just two or three days, it had already run through every corner of Queensland before landing in Qinghe Town.

The former residence of the painter has long been dilapidated.

After rebuilding the dwelling, the white-clothed painter pondered for a whole month.

Finally picked up the canvas and lifted the brush.

What fell on the pen was not the Qinghe Town imagined by the foxtail woman-

Mountains, forests, cities, rivers, people......

A canvas the size of a tablecloth condenses the whole of Queensland!

The foxtail woman looked at the canvas, and she felt dizzy that she was about to fall into it, and she couldn't bear the huge amount of information contained in it.

Childe actually wants to draw a map of mountains and rivers based on the entire Queensland!

In the process of painting, the white-clothed painter poured all his heart and soul, and every time he put down the pen, he was accompanied by a strand of hair turning from black to white.

When he straightened up, his temples were gray.

It seems that it has gradually moved from youth to twilight, and it has spanned decades!

"Childe!"

Seeing the child's white temples, the fox-tailed woman had tears in her eyes.

She was puzzled.

She only needed a tiny drawing......

There is no need for beautiful landscapes, as long as time can go slower, so that she can spend so many years with her son, she is already satisfied.

Childe, why is this so?

The white-clothed painter seemed to know what the woman was thinking.

He didn't say much, he directly lifted the canvas, took her out, and rode the cloud horse to the sky.

Standing high in the sky, looking at the vast expanse of the earth.

The white-clothed painter dropped the canvas in his hand—

With this action, this canvas depicting the mountains and rivers of Queensland turned into a hazy shadow, covering the entire land and merging with it!

The whole land of Queensland seems to have paused for a moment.

The river stopped, the birds and beasts breathed, and all the people of Queensland lost their minds slightly.

When they came back to their senses, they looked around in confusion, but they couldn't notice any change.

Only the foxtail woman in the sky over Queensland could feel it.

Her life passed and came to a standstill.

She obviously didn't set foot in the drawing, and her life actually stopped.

No, more precisely......

This land of Queensland has been replaced by a picture drawn by a white-clothed painter!

Aware of this, the shock in the foxtail woman's heart overshadowed her sadness for a while.

Childe's voice rang out.

"This is a picture of mountains and rivers...... That's just part of it. ”

"When it is fully formed, it can be integrated into this state, with the help of the power of the leylines, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and maintain its own stability."

"The power that overflows in this process can make the plants grow stronger and the land more fertile."

"It's like a painting treasure that nourishes the earth."

"This process creates attrition, which only lasts about a thousand years and then disintegrates automatically."

"Xiangyu, I transferred part of the power of the Mountains and Rivers Diagram to you, as long as you are in the Mountains and Rivers Diagram, you can slow down the speed of life."

"This process is about a thousand years."

The foxtail woman had already understood Childe's thoughts.

With the existence of mountains and rivers, she can not only prolong her life for thousands of years, but can even walk in Queensland at will, without any constraints.

And, according to Childe's words.

He even wanted to draw more maps of mountains and rivers to connect them together!

"Childe, I don't ......"

"Xiangyu, listen."

The foxtail woman just spoke.

But he was interrupted by the white-clothed painter.

His eyes were clear, he looked at the foxtail woman, and said calmly.

"It's my choice."

"Even without you, I would have drawn a truly amazing picture."

"You can think of it as my dream, or as an obsession, or as my destiny."

The foxtail woman originally had countless things to say and countless things to persuade.

saw the eyes of the white-clothed painter, but he couldn't say half a word of persuasion-

After getting along for many years, she already knew that the decision made by her son would never change.

She had no choice but to bow her head in silence and keep wiping away the tears from her cheeks.

If this is Childe's choice......

Then she can also go with her son.

The white-clothed painter seemed to see through her thoughts, raised his hand and rubbed her head, and whispered in her ear.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead, I'm just leaving temporarily."

"We'll meet again."

"Until then, live well."

After that, the white-clothed painter sent the fox-tailed woman back to Qinghe Town.

Rode away.