Li Changqing still remembers seeing such a sentence in the text when he was in school.

Capable people die in ability.

He hadn't really understood why a capable person would die on his ability, but now he finally understood.

As a woodcarver, he was stoned to death by his own wood carving falling off the cabinet, and he did die on his own ability.

But at the moment of breathlessness, Li Changqing only felt relief.

He was obsessed with carving all his life, and he also reached the realm of perfection, but this ability did not bring him a good life.

His wife was seriously ill and he had no money to treat it, and finally his wife died, and his only son grew up and made some friends who were not careful, and he was idle all day long, only reaching out for money, stealing valuable things from the house and selling them, and it was common to enter the bureau.

A few days ago, because he had no money to give him, he was punched by his son, and the scolding was very ugly, Li Changqing felt that his life had failed to the extreme.

Death may be a relief.

……

Minghong Prefecture, Changting Town.

With a loud bang, a nearly thousand-year-old tree in the center of Changting Town was scorched by thunder, and the downpour that lasted for three days finally came to an end.

It hasn't rained so much in Changting Town for many years.

In a corner of Qingyunfang, Changting Town, there is a not very conspicuous shop, and there are four words written on the shop.

Evergreen Painting Boat.

The store was a little shabby, and the location was not very good, there was a small courtyard at the back of the shop, and in the house in that courtyard, a figure opened the window to look out.

"It's finally stopped."

He spoke as a middle-aged man, with a scruffy beard and a somewhat haggard face, as if he hadn't eaten for several days.

Li Changqing didn't expect that after he was crushed to death by a wood carving, he would travel to this mysterious world and to this person who had just died.

When he first came to this world, Li Changqing was stunned.

Although he had read a lot of novels in his previous life and knew that there was such a thing as a time travel, what made Li Changqing confused was that others would inherit the host's original memory when they crossed over, and as a result, Li Changqing did not inherit any memory.

I only know that the original host vomited blood and died, and I am afraid that it will be in a hurry.

And since he came here, it has begun to rain heavily, so that Li Changqing has no way to go out at all.

After rummaging through the house, he didn't find any food, but there was some silver, but the silver couldn't be eaten, it was raining heavily outside and there was no place to buy things, and finally Li Changqing starved for three days, and he suspected that he would starve to death at home as soon as he crossed over.

Fortunately, the rain stopped today, and Li Changqing was finally able to go out to buy food.

However, during the three days he stayed at home, Li Changqing was not blind, he found a lot of text confidence left by the original host, and by reading these text information, Li Changqing somewhat understood some of this world.

The martial arts of this world are prosperous, and there are cultivators, but the cultivation methods of this world made Li Changqing a little surprised.

Warriors enter the country with paintings and realize enlightenment from them.

Some people watch a picture of a reckless cow shaking the mountain, from which they feel the exercise "Collapse Mountain Strength", the power is infinite, and you can move the mountain with your bare hands!

Some people watched the painting painted with a Qingguang Cold Moon Knife, so they realized the "Cold Moon Divine Knife Decision", which slashed foreign races and shocked all directions.

Therefore, in this world, the status of a painter is prominent.

Those who can become painters can feel the spirit of heaven and earth when holding the pen, and cultivate themselves with spirit, and the strength of the spirit determines the level of the painted paintings.

The powerful painter is even more unpredictable, painting the town of heaven and earth, painting the sky with one stroke, with infinite power!

Therefore, the person who has the qualification of a painter is really one in a million.

Originally, Li Changqing in this world was able to hold a pen and understand the spirit since he was a child, and he had the posture of a painter, and his dream was to reach the realm of the legendary painting saint and stand at the peak of this world.

However, although Li Changqing has qualifications, he does not have many qualifications, and he has two brushes, but unfortunately the brushes are hairless.

Since childhood, painting, painting to now in his thirties, not to mention no achievements, the once solid family painting is gone, and now he makes a living by opening a painting boat.

Even his only son has been away from home for more than three years, and judging from some of the letters that have been exchanged between him, Li Changqing knows that his son Li Hengsheng is now cultivating in a sect called Daoshan Ancient Land.

Sadly, no one buys his paintings at all, because the level is average, and there is no enlightenment at all from his paintings, who will buy such paintings?

Maintain this painting boat, and live on the relief money sent by his son every month.

Li Changqing felt that this host was really a failure.

He's also seen the paintings in the boat, and to be honest, it's really very ordinary.

The paintings of animals and the like are not like them at all, they are tangible and godless, and the details are even rougher.

It's really because in this world, painters can't draw things they haven't seen, and things like beasts, it's impossible for a powerless painter like Li Changqing to observe them up close.

Unlike some big forces, in order to cultivate painters of their own power, they will let the warriors catch the real beasts and come back to the painters to observe.

As soon as the sky was bright and the sun was shining down on the entire Changting Town, Li Changqing hurriedly ran out with the silver, he was really hungry.

If you don't eat again, you're really going to die again.

"Yo, Painter Li, where are you going in such a hurry?" As soon as he ran onto the street, someone greeted Li Changqing.

It's just that Li Changqing didn't know who it was at all, so he didn't pay attention to it at all, and hurriedly looked for a restaurant in the town.

Seeing that Li Changqing ignored him, the man also smiled and didn't care.

Although Li Changqing is a painter with no ability, he is also a painter, and his identity is superior, and no one knows when Li Changqing will draw a good painting and soar to the sky.

Everyone knows that Li Changqing once painted a painting, allowing a disciple of the family to realize the Tao from it, and cultivated from the realm of metamorphosis to the realm of the day after tomorrow.

Li Changqing has boasted about this for many years.

Say it when you meet people.

Someone came across and asked Li Changqing: "Painter Li, such a coincidence, have you eaten it?" ”

Li Changqing: "Huh? How do you know that my paintings are getting people into the realm of the day after tomorrow? ”

Even Xianglin's sister-in-law is ashamed of herself.

Along the way, there were people constantly greeting him, Li Changqing either ignored it, or just nodded, and finally after looking for a quarter of an hour, Li Changqing finally saw a roadside stall.

Breakfast was being sold, and many people were eating it here, and the fragrance wafted, making Li Changqing's stomach scream again.

Li Changqing sat down and hurriedly asked the stall owner to serve him food.

"Hey, Painter Li!" The stall owner was an honest middle-aged man, and he was surprised when he saw Li Changqing.

Li Changqing actually came to eat at his small stall?

On weekdays, Li Changqing holds his own identity, and he won't come to eat in a place like him at all, but what he eats is the Jinhong Building in the town, what's wrong today?

Even the other diners were a little curious.

Seeing that the boss was stunned, Li Changqing hurriedly said: "Boss, hurry up, you can do anything, hurry up and get food." ”

"Oh oh, good!" The boss came back to his senses and hurriedly brought breakfast.

It's nothing more than some porridge and side dishes, and a little oil cake.

Li Changqing devoured it, he hadn't eaten it for three days, and this porridge dish was simply the most delicious meal Li Changqing had in his two lives.

Just as Li Changqing was devouring it, he heard someone shouting not far away: "Painter Li, you are here, just save me from going to your house to find you, here is your letter." ”

Li Changqing raised his head and saw a man dressed in purple walking over, carrying a huge box on his back, he rummaged through the box, and then took out a letter and handed it to Li Changqing.

Li Changqing stuffed the oil cake in his mouth, didn't care about the oil in his hand, and curiously took it and looked at the three words Li Hengsheng written on the envelope.

Sent by a cheap son?