"Dao Xuan, my hard-working child! Today is your first seven, if you have knowledge under the spring, come back to see your father. An old voice loomed in Wu Daoyuan's ears.

My father died when I was ten years old, how can he be weeping in my first seven years now? No, Tou Seven! Could it be that I've been dead for seven days?" his eyes opened with difficulty, and Wu Daoyuan muttered to himself.

What greeted me was boundless darkness, no light, and an eerie smell in the air.

"Where is this? Am I in the coffin? Wu Daoyuan was shocked in his heart.

Realizing this, Wu Daoxuan stretched out his almost stiff hands with difficulty and pushed them into the air, but was suddenly blocked by a cold and thick thing.

"Coffin lid!?" Wu Daoyuan exclaimed.

"Who! Who's talking!" Suddenly the old voice came from outside again, but this time the voice was particularly powerful and powerful, and there was no weakness in the slightest.

"I'm not dead yet, why did you bury me in a coffin. Wu Daoyuan heard that there were still people outside, and immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time used a trick he had just learned from Aunt Gongsun and slammed it on the coffin lid.

The loud shouts and violent beatings, through the isolation of the coffin lid and the soil, were already very faint outside, but in the silent Wu family cemetery, it was particularly obvious, Wu Tian, who originally looked sad, finally determined that the voice came from his son's grave, so he shouted tremblingly: "Dao Xuan, you are really not dead?!"

"I'm really not dead, but if you don't get me out of the coffin, I'm really going to be suffocated. After Wu Daoyuan heard the sound outside, he immediately said even louder, and at the same time repeatedly used the only one and a half moves to hit the coffin lid one after another.

After receiving the confirmation, Wu Tian, who was next to the tombstone, immediately burst out with a shocking painting aura, and suddenly threw a punch towards the extremely solid tomb, and shouted: "Stone Breaker!"

Suddenly, the majestic purple painting qi burst out from Wu Tian's right fist, destroying the grave with incomparable stones into dust, and then Wu Tian waved one hand, and the dust in the sky was blown away, exposing the jade coffin inside.

Through the translucent jade coffin, Wu Tianneng vaguely saw that his son Wu Daoxuan was violently striking the lid of the incomparably hard jade coffin, but the jade coffin did not move at all, as if a huge piece of jade was hollowed out from the inside.

"Child, don't worry, stop, otherwise your fist will be completely scrapped, I'll draw a formation diagram for the jade coffin to lift the seal!" Wu Tian said with some distress, and at the same time his hands flew up, and he used his fingers to draw a mysterious pattern diagram in the air against the jade coffin.

When Wu Tian's painting pattern was completed, the jade coffin lid that had been tightly fitting bloomed with brilliant brilliance, and then flew into the sky.

Introduction: I want this day, I can no longer stop my pen, I want this earth, I can no longer bury my paintings, I want all living beings to understand my soul, I want all the Buddhas to look up to me! The sky wants to cover me, and I will draw through the sky with one stroke! -- I am the painting saint Wu Daozi, and I speak for myself.

This is the vast world of painting, there is no true qi, no magic, only the painting qi that reproduces to the extreme!

Realm division: painting apprentices, painting soldiers, painters, painting generals, painting handsome, painting waiting, painting kings, painting kings, painting emperors, painting gods, painting immortals, painting saints. (To be continued......)