"Shopkeeper Cheng, is there any Mobao for sale today?"

"My shopkeeper said that he only paints one painting a day, and today's calligraphy and painting have been sold out. ”

Three years and three years later, Chu Yunxuan can often hear such a conversation, since the Northern Han Dynasty general Zhao Xu bought Cheng Yun's ink treasure from Chu Yunxuan for a thousand gold, the dignitaries in Luoyang City have come one after another, and they all learned from Zhao Xu and his deputy general Zhao Gang about the extraordinaryness of the circle drawn by Cheng Yun.

Even Wu Daozi, who is known as the saint of painting in the Northern Han Dynasty, also came here, and he also heard that Cheng Yun no matter when, where, with what kind of brush, and what the circle painted on it is exactly the same, and there will be no deviation in the slightest.

This point came out of the mouth of the general Zhao Xu, and the subjects of the Northern Han Dynasty were convinced, but Zhao Xu did not tell the scene seen from the circle, if the scene was said, it would be too terrifying.

After Wu Daozi came to Chu Yunxuan, he was deeply shocked after witnessing Cheng Yun draw a circle, and he mentioned on the spot in front of many disciples that he would never paint again, and he was even more willing to be an apprentice in Cheng Yun's shop, only asking Cheng Yun to teach him painting skills.

Regarding this matter, Cheng Yun smiled, and he casually drew a portrait of Wu Daozi, which was the first time Cheng Yun had painted a portrait of himself since he became the master of Chu Yunxuan.

Wu Daozi happily left with this portrait, Cheng Yun once said that if Wu Daozi could paint a portrait similar to this painting, he would agree to Wu Daozi's apprenticeship.

This matter seems simple, but it is extremely difficult, Cheng Yun's portrait of Wu Daozi, when viewed from different angles, will show four different expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

After the news of this portrait painted by Cheng Yun came out. There are already faint people who secretly call Cheng Yun a painting immortal! Wu Daozi's title of painting saint is no longer enough to match Cheng Yun's miraculous painting skills.

After Wu Daozi returned home, he burned all the paintings in his collection, believing that these danqing paintings he painted were not enough to be in the same room as the portraits that Cheng Yun painted for himself.

After this happened. Cheng Yun instantly became a well-known figure in Luoyang City, and his ink treasure was also sought after by many literati and scholars, dignitaries and nobles, and the price also rose again and again.

At first, those who asked for 100 gold in Cheng Yun, and those who had not yet bought it were all beating their chests, but now a painting by Cheng Yun is difficult to find even if it is a thousand gold!

However, despite this, the price of the paintings sold from Chu Yunxuan has never risen by a penny, and it has always been the same. One painting, one hundred taels of gold!

There are almost thousands of people who come to Chu Yunxuan every day, and there is no lonely day from beginning to end of the year, Cheng Yun simply recruited Yun Wujian as a partner, and at the same time let him be a partner, he also honed his mind, in addition to drawing a circle every day, he was also a hands-off shopkeeper.

"Today's master's painting. It's already been drawn!" Yun Wujian took out the circle that Cheng Yun had drawn today, and opened the scroll under the gaze of everyone.

Yun Wujian didn't know why Cheng Yun wanted to hide in this ordinary place as the shopkeeper of a small shop. In his opinion, the gold and silver treasures that Cheng Yun obtained every day were useless things, if he wanted to, he could easily conjure up a lot of them in an instant, but he had already followed Cheng Yun, so he shouldn't ask. He wouldn't ask, he just followed Cheng Yun's instructions to take Cheng Yun's paintings to Chu Yunxuan every day.

Cheng Yun's painting, although it is just a simple circle, is also something that everyone grabbs, but now Cheng Yun's painting. It's not that you can buy it if you want to, Yun Wujian sold the painting to a person Cheng Yun said was destined, and the rest of the people who didn't buy the calligraphy and painting were disappointed and left Chu Yunxuan

"It's been six years. Cheng Yun was in the private seat of Tailai Building at this time, he picked up the wine gourd and took a sip unhurriedly.

Every other year, Shopkeeper Wang would come to pick up the wine gourd from Cheng Yun's Chu Yunxuan, and the next day, he would send the wine gourd filled with enough liquor back to Cheng Yun's shop.

Tailai Lou's most famous wine is fragrant, in fact, it is not a good wine, but its aroma is particularly mellow, but this wine can evoke a trace of familiarity in the depths of Cheng Yun's memory.

"Elder Zhao's wine is also this fragrance, but one is a precious thing that the monk dreams of, and the other is just an ordinary liquor used by ordinary restaurants to sell. Cheng Yun picked up the wine gourd and took another sip, he was not a drinker, but at this moment, only this wine could give him a little comfort.

Cheng Yun dipped his finger in a drop of wine and drew a circle on the wine table, which was no different from what he usually draws.

"What I draw is a circle, and it is also a fate. Cheng Yun drew several circles in his muttering, and if he looked closely, there was really no difference between these circles.

"This is my hidden here. Cheng Yun drew a circle, this circle is not only a circle, but also a fate, and there is an undetectable gap in this circle.

"This is how I met the young scholar. Cheng Yun drew a circle again, this edge is close to consummation, there is only a trace of gap.

"This is my relationship with Taylor Building. ”

"This circle is related to Bai Xiaoru. ”

Cheng Yun drew circles one by one, what he drew was circles, but what he thought in his heart was his own fate.

Each of these circles has gaps of greater or less, and even for advanced cultivators, it is difficult to see these gaps, because what causes these gaps is the lack of fate!

The monks can't see it, and the mortals naturally can't see the clues, the people in Luoyang City all think that the circle drawn by Cheng Yun has no gap, it is exactly the same, only Cheng Yun himself knows that he has never drawn the same circle, and every circle also has a gap.

"My cultivation. Without a trace of diligence, is my method of finding fate wrong, or am I looking for it not thorough enough?" Cheng Yun took another sip of Wanli Piaoxiang, he was looking for fate in Youzhou, not because of idleness.

Chen Suiyun is known as Yuanzun. The fate he has is extremely profound, and he taught Cheng Yun in the magic power, there is a technique of turning into a fate, every time he encounters a fate, he integrates into this fate, and ends this fate, which can make the art of fate a complete point.

The key to breaking through from the Scorching Sun Realm to the Holy Soul Realm is precisely the fate. In order to step into the Holy Soul Realm, Cheng Yun used the technique of transforming fate taught by Chen Suiyun to seek fate in the Northern Han Dynasty in Youzhou, firstly, to increase his cultivation, and secondly, to prepare for breaking through to the Holy Soul Realm in the future.

There is no specific method for the art of turning into a relationship, and a word of transformation contains countless possibilities. What Cheng Yun chose was to draw the edge. He wanted to draw the fate he encountered one by one, but until now, he has not drawn a truly complete and complete fate.

"Maybe it's because I haven't met enough fate, and the fate I've integrated into is not deep enough," Cheng Yun thought quietly. He has been accustomed to a bloody and deceitful life, and now this quiet and leisurely day has made him a little uncomfortable.

"The people of this place call the monks immortals. It's really ridiculous! It's ridiculous! It's lamentable!" Cheng Yun remembered the yearning and obsession of the people of the Northern Han Dynasty for the legends of the immortals, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

The strength of the monk seems to be endless, as strong as the Dugu sword, a sword can make Kyushu Qi shocked, and then as strong as Ji Yougong, even if he has died as early as the last era, the trace of divine consciousness and statues left behind can easily draw strength from the body of the alien beast to refine the spiritual power for Cheng Yun, Cheng Yun's master Chen Suiyun, even the darkest part of the world in the Styx Sea is also like walking on the ground, and it is able to fight with the demons in the world who are transformed by resentment and evil thoughts in the Styx

Judging from the strength of the monks, they can indeed be called immortals, but the immortals in the legends of the wilderness are all noble and do not like to fight, and this is the opposite of what Cheng Yun has experienced and seen.

The weak eat the strong, the strong are supreme, and the weak are grass mustard! This is the cruelty of the monk's path to cultivating in the world! Cheng Yun has a deep understanding of this.

"Maybe I forgot it, but it wasn't thorough enough"

In the past six years, although Cheng Yun deliberately tried to make himself forget the fact that he was a monk, he never succeeded in doing so, and only by relying on the starlight cast by the squive star and with the help of the deceiver Qi Pian, he could forget it for a short time.

At this moment, Cheng Yun had already dissipated the starlight of the Skull Star that was shrouded in his body, and after the starlight dissipated, his momentum suddenly changed, and a powerful aura couldn't help but come out of the Tailai Tower.

The outbreak after a long period of suppression is not something that Cheng Yun can control, the moment the breath is emitted, Cheng Yun immediately suppresses this breath, if it is released for a long time, I am afraid that the people in Luoyang City will be panicked by him, and the coercion and aura of powerful monks can almost be regarded as a disaster for people who do not have a cultivator.

"I didn't expect that there are people like me here!"

At the moment when Cheng Yun's breath came out, in a city in the Northern Han Dynasty, a middle-aged man with big ears suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Luoyang City.

"Those who are looking for fate are also looking for fate, these little rabbit cubs come to this Youzhou to find fate at every turn, but if they are other places, they can't find fate! The old man must teach and teach well! Maybe, he can get some oil and water!" On the shore of a lake in Youzhou, a long-bearded old man wears a shabby straw hat and holds a fishing rod without a hook in his hand.

"Today's fish are not willing to eat, that's it, that's it, I'll go and order the junior, this junior is rarer than the fish in this lake, at least more willing to eat than these lazy fish!" The long-bearded old man pulled up his fishing rod, straightened the old straw hat, and left the lake

The aura on Cheng Yun's body gradually began to weaken, the middle stage of the Scorching Sun Realm, the early stage of the Scorching Sun Realm, the Haoyue Realm, the Condensing Star Realm, the Jiemang, and the Qiyuan

After a while, Cheng Yun's aura had completely turned into a mortal without cultivation.

His cultivation has been completely integrated into the circle on his chest, Cheng Yun has forgotten why this circle came from, he only knows that this circle is an extremely important edge for him.

If people forget, they will die, and if their hearts die, they will forget!

Cheng Yun sensed a trace of pain from that broken circle, and that pain had already made his heart die once!

Under this pain, Cheng Yun found the feeling of forgetting when his heart died, and at this time, Cheng Yun had forgotten his purpose of coming to the Northern Han Dynasty, forgetting that he was a monk, and forgetting the circle on his chest.

"I want to draw a fate!" Today's Cheng Yun just remembers that he wants to draw a circle, without flaws. (To be continued......)