Chapter 4: It is difficult to draw the heart by painting the skin and bones

Wu Daozi, the former painting saint of the Northern Han Dynasty, is still the painting saint in the mouth of the monks of Xihe Niuzhou.

The teacher of this painting saint Wu Daozi is extremely mysterious, no one knows who his master is, and over time, everyone regards Wu Daozi as a person without a master.

Today, it is the time for Wu Daozi to make an appointment with a person, and the matter of the war is not that Wu Daozi likes to fight, but that the monk and his master came to the door and forced Wu Daozi to fight with him.

After thousands of years of cultivation, Wu Daozi has already cultivated to the peak of the Haoyue Realm, only one step away from the Blazing Sun Realm, and he is also trapped in this bottleneck and cannot break through for a long time.

"Wu Daozi, last time I won the first place in the Haoyue Realm competition among the Hundred Sects Competition in Xihe Niuzhou!" The young monk who was far away from Wu Daozi was named Proud Heart, and as his name suggested, he was arrogant and arrogant, and he couldn't tolerate others in his eyes.

"What do I do. Wu Daozi is painting a middle-aged woman, this woman's appearance is mediocre, and her temperament is not surprising, but when Wu Daozi painted it, he was extremely serious, and he didn't even look away at Aoxin.

"I heard that you, Wu Daozi, are the first person in the Haoyue Realm of Xihe Niuzhou, and now this title has been taken away by my pride, don't you care!?" said proudly.

Wu Daozi lifted the pen, and the portrait of the woman had been completed, but the eyes were not drawn.

"That's your business, not mine. Wu Daozi stared at the woman, his eyes were very gentle, as if the woman in the painting was his lover.

"No! Today, you and I must fight! In order to decide the ownership of the first cultivator of the Haoyue Realm in Xihe Niuzhou!" The pride was very firm, and he also looked at the portrait made by Wu Daozi.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you. I don't care about these names. Wu Daozi had never listened to what Ao Xin said, he picked up his pen and drew an eye on the socket of the woman's left eye.

Wu Daozi's attitude angered Aoxin, the blue light in his hand gushed out, and three beams of light shot towards Wu Daozi's painting scroll, Wu Daozi would rather face a painting than talk to himself head-on, which made the arrogant arrogant and arrogant heart very annoyed.

The beam is approaching. Wu Daozi lifted the paintbrush and threw out a few drops of ink, which flew out and then spread, finally forming the appearance of a shield, which easily resisted the three blue beams of pride. Eventually, it turned into ink and scattered in the air.

The woman's left eye is perfectly drawn, looking at the look in this eye. Wu Daozi smiled slightly. He was delighted.

"From beginning to end, you have never put my pride in your eyes, and today I will make you pay!" Seeing that Wu Daozi was not serious at all, he had been paying attention to his picture, and he couldn't help but be even more angry, and the blue long sword in his hand had already flown out. Dazzling rays of light covered the area where Wu Daozi was, and those sword shadows formed a tight sword net, which was about to cover Wu Daozi.

"And an eye. Wu Daozi didn't care, he picked up the pen. Draw the woman's right eye, and once you finish drawing this eye, the picture is complete.

The overwhelming sword net covered Wu Daozi's figure with the intention of killing, and when the sword net fell, Ao Xin was shocked, and the figure of Wu Daozi he saw turned into an ink painting standing out of thin air, and the Wu Daozi who fought with him was just a few ink blots!

And the real Wu Daozi, who was painting with a brush on the other side at this time, had never met with his body and pride.

"It's a pity"

Wu Daozi sighed slightly, when he painted the most rearly right eye, the portrait of the woman was burned by itself, and the painting he made failed again.

"Hundreds of years ago, I was able to paint the skin, and now I am still a distance away from painting the bones, I don't know when I can draw the heart!"

Wu Daozi sighed again, he lifted the brush, his body moved, and flew towards his pride.

"You're no match for me. Wu Daozi glanced at Aoxin, and then said to Aoxin.

"Presumptuous!" Proud Xin hadn't spoken yet, and his master, Tang Rong, who had cultivated in the late stage of the Blazing Sun Realm, had already scolded him loudly.

Facing a powerhouse in the late stage of the Bright Sun Realm, Wu Daozi was not afraid, he looked at Tang Rong and said, "I don't know where I am presumptuous!?"

"You haven't tried it with my apprentice, so you say that he is not your opponent! You can also put the results of our Xihe Niuzhou Hundred Sects Competition in your eyes!?Have you ever put the old man in your eyes!?You are not presumptuous, what is it!?" Tang Rong loudly reprimanded Wu Daozi, his disciple is quite promising, and it is also his greatest capital, and now seeing Wu Daozi so contemptuous and arrogant, Tang Rong is naturally displeased.

"You came today to force me to fight, to divide the victory and defeat, it seems that if you don't fight, you will not die. Wu Daozi shook his head slightly, he took out a paintbrush, took out a long scroll, drew several strokes in a row, and then threw the scroll to Aoxin.

Aoxin took the scroll and asked puzzledly, "Wu Daozi, what do you mean by this?"

"Open the scroll and you will know. Wu Daozi didn't answer, he turned around and was already planning to leave.

"Stop!" Tang Rong was furious at this moment, he shouted to stop Wu Daozi, and between his words, there was already a cold killing intent.

"If you have the ability, you can stop me to try. Wu Daozi didn't pay attention to Aoxin and Tang Rong, Tang Rong bullied the weak and forced Wu Daozi to fight with his disciples, Wu Daozi didn't want to live in peace with them, so he simply tore his face.

Tang Rong pinched his hands, he had decided to teach Wu Daozi a lesson, and after a few breaths, a spell burst out, and it was hitting Wu Daozi, this blow Tang Rong didn't do his best, he just wanted to hurt Wu Daozi and teach him a lesson.

"Bang!"

A pitch-black figure appeared, and one hand caught the magic power that Tang Rong had cast, and then he opened his mouth and swallowed the light in one gulp!

Heart demons, this is the heart demons that Cheng Yun once left for Wu Daozi, these heart demons have the combat power of the peak of the Blazing Sun Realm, and in the face of Tang Rong in the late stage of the Blazing Sun Realm, they naturally have an absolute advantage.

Seeing such a strong enemy appear, Tang Rong naturally became cautious, and he also understood why Wu Daozi was so fearless.

"Master, come back, I'm defeated"

At this time, Proud Heart, a high-minded and arrogant person, stopped his master, and he had already admitted defeat.

"Xin'er, what are you talking nonsense!?You haven't fought yet, why are you defeated?" Tang Rong asked with a shout towards Proud Heart.

Proud threw the scroll to Tang Rong, Tang Rong took the scroll and opened it, he couldn't help but be surprised, in this scroll, there is a scene of the battle between Proud Heart and Wu Daozi, and the Proud Heart in the picture was defeated by Wu Daozi with a blow, with Tang Rong's eyesight and cultivation, he can naturally distinguish whether what is painted in this scroll is a trick or something true, he also has to admit that if Proud and Wu Daozi really fight, it will also be like the picture scroll Proud of the fiasco!

Tang Rong left with pride, and only then did he realize that there were people outside the sky, and the disciple he was proud of, the so-called No. 1 Haoyue Realm cultivator in Xihe Niuzhou, was nothing.

After Tang Rong and Aoxin left, Wu Daozi opened the scroll again, and this time what he painted was his master.

Under the first stroke, Wu Daozi spit out three mouthfuls of hard work in succession, and the picture scroll he painted was also wiped out in an instant.

"How can this be!" Wu Daozi didn't have a portrait of Cheng Yun, every time he could successfully draw it, but this time, it was a failure just after the pen, which made Wu Daozi wonder.

"Could it be that something happened to the master!?" Whenever something bad happens, the paintings made by Wu Daozi will have signs, but the vision at this moment makes him worry about the master Cheng Yunlai.

Thinking of this, Wu Daozi did not hesitate, after he pinched the trick with both hands, his eyes showed a blank look, his fingers moved, and he drew one picture after another, and when the blank color in his eyes disappeared, all those pictures collapsed and dissipated, leaving not even a trace!

"Something happened to Shizun!" Although Wu Daozi didn't know what happened to Cheng Yun, he could be sure through the picture he just drew that something happened to Cheng Yun!

"Master"

Wu Daozi couldn't help but ponder, he was brought into the path of cultivation by Cheng Yun, and he also respected this master very much, and Cheng Yun was also worried about Cheng Yun's accident now.

"Bloody Ink!"

Wu Daozi snorted lightly, unfolded a picture scroll, and an ink with a strong smell of blood appeared, this ink was transformed by the fusion of Wu Daozi's soul blood and the mysterious power that suddenly appeared when he was facing the enemy that day, and he wanted to draw a portrait of Cheng Yun with this blood ink!

After painting for three days, Wu Daozi completed this picture scroll, and the wonderful power contained in the blood and ink protected the picture scroll, so that Cheng Yunhe's face and the picture scroll could be preserved, but this painting still has no eyes, no god and no heart.

"Master, Wu Daozi has never told anyone that he is your disciple before!"

"It's not that Wu Daozi doesn't respect his teacher, but Wu Daozi knows that with Wu Daozi's ability, he is not worthy of being called your disciple!"

"Wu Daozi originally hoped that there would be someone who would be qualified to proudly say that he was your disciple when everyone was in the limelight!"

"This portrait was painted by the disciple for you! When the disciple reunites with you, he will definitely be qualified to go and declare to the outside world, I, Wu Daozi, am your disciple of Cheng Yun!"

Wu Daozi lifted the brush, and on the portrait of the scroll, he drew several strokes in a row, and when the two eyes were painted by him, the whole scroll became complete, and the portrait was originally a dead thing, but at this moment, Cheng Yun he painted turned out to be a slight movement of his body, as if he had life!

Wu Daozi, who has found another way, has not been confined to simple cultivation, he has created the way of painting, to paint the skin, bones, and heart, the more real and strong the things he paints, the stronger his painting will be, and his cultivation will naturally improve.

Wu Daozi, who portrayed the portrait of Cheng Yun, has already broken through the realm of painted skin and entered the realm of painted bones!

When he was able to draw his heart, it was when he announced that he was Cheng Yun's second disciple. (To be continued......)