Hearing this, the old man looked unhappy and said, "Won't you kid say something nice and flatter me?"

Wang Fan was even more embarrassed, he hadn't said anything about flattery, but for the old man, he really couldn't raise his interest in flattery.

Seeing this, the old man raised his eyebrows and said: "Forget it, you kid is really an unknown person, I will leave first when the matter is done, remember, those hundred portraits of me must be the most perfect." ”

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

The moment he turned around, Wang Fan asked the question he had always had in his heart, and said, "Senior, I don't know your name?"

It's a pity that the old man's footsteps never stopped, but a voice sounded in Wang Fan's ears: "Old man Yanque, Wang boy, I am optimistic about you, within ten years, you will definitely turn into a god, don't let me down!" Gradually, his figure disappeared into the distance.

"Yan Que..."After the old man left, Wang Fan muttered to himself a few times, remembering the name in his heart.

Wang Fan walked to the stove and looked at the pictures of Taoism that he had seen before flashing in his eyes of the flames.

Yan Que's chic Taoism, the middle-aged monk's desolate Taoism, and the old woman's erotic Taoism...... It was all in his mind, and his whole body sank into it again, experiencing the Taoist meaning of these people.

Without exception, these Dao meanings are the comprehension of each of these people's Heavenly Dao, no, more precisely, the comprehension of their own lives.

And what is his Tao?

After pondering for a long time, Wang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, came to the painting table, picked up the paintbrush and began to paint.

The white and flawless rice paper suddenly appeared with ink-colored strokes, and gradually a middle-aged man appeared on the painting, he stretched out his hand in the void, and a black hole appeared in the air.

This person was the blue-clothed monk of the Cangyue Sect before, Wang Fan was devoting himself to this at the moment, and everything he thought in his mind was condensed into this painting and appeared in his eyes.

Gradually, Wang Fan's face became more and more pale, but his eyes were more aggressive, and the movements of his hands became slower and slower, and finally an afterimage flashed.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "click...", Wang Fan's right hand was stunned, and the brush in his hand was broken into two sections and fell on the table.

For all this, Wang Fan swept his light slightly, and then he didn't pay attention to it, and at this time he stared intently at the finished painting on the table.

At this moment, the middle-aged monk in the painting has already taken shape, and it is exactly the way he cast the spell at the beginning, and the whole person exudes a sense of desolation.

However, this trace of desolation is very deep, but it is contained in the painting.

After watching it for a long time, Wang Fan came back to his senses and said confidently: "Turning into a god, I, Wang Fan, am bound to win!"

......

Time has passed, and it has been another ten years in the blink of an eye, and so far, it has been nearly twenty years since Wang Fan came here to transform Fan.

At this moment, there are a lot of gray hairs on his whole head, there are many wrinkles on his whole face, and his originally straight and straight body has also bent a little.

At this time, in Wang Fan's shop, there were fewer and fewer paintings on the walls, and almost all of them were sold out in the past ten years.

Especially those who are cultivators, after hearing that there are strange people who sell paintings here, they have come to buy Wang Fan's paintings.

In the past ten years, Wang Fan has also spent most of his time painting, but the objects of his paintings have all been replaced by monks and demon beasts in the god transformation period.

In the corner of the shop, there are several scrolls of paintings in a cardboard box, all of which are Wang Fan's paintings in the past ten years.

In fact, five years ago, he had drawn all the god-transforming monks of the Cangyue Kingdom that he had seen before.

However, he has never been able to paint this old man of unknown origin, and in the past five years, every time his Taoist imprint is engraved in it, his painting will be destroyed.

Wang Fan took a deep breath, and then exhaled the depressed breath in his heart, and with a little right hand, this failed painting disappeared immediately.

Picked up a recliner and put it in front of the store, Wang Fan lay on it, and the soft sunlight fell on Wang Fan's body, so he couldn't help but close his eyes.

When it was shady, Wang Fan opened his lazy eyes and looked at the pedestrians around him and the Zeng family wine flag opposite.

After a few years, the Zeng family's liquor flag has expanded a lot compared to before, and the two shops next door have been taken down by the Zeng family.

Of course, this money?

Although the Zeng family also has some, it is not enough after all, and Wang Fan will naturally not be stingy, anyway, this gold and silver is not a pile of dung for him.

Not long after, a four-year-old child suddenly rushed out from the opposite side, poked his head, and disappeared after seeing Wang Fan on the opposite side.

Then he was holding a wine jug in his hand, but he trotted over quickly, and after coming to Wang Fan's side, he stretched out his hand and handed it to Wang Fan.

After Wang Fan took the wine jug, he immediately found an abnormality, but the wine in the jug was one point less than before, and if it goes on like this, I am afraid it will be gone in the end.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Did your father do this and ask you to deliver wine, but it turned out that there was so much less wine!"

Hearing this, the young boy touched his fingers and said seriously: "Grandpa Wang, my father said that you are old, it is better to drink less wine, don't be like grandpa......" When he said, there was a trace of sadness on his little face.

Seeing this, Wang Fan's eyes couldn't stop darkening, this little boy was Zeng Lei's child, and his grandfather was that Zeng Lin, who was now lying on the bed.

He reached out and took out a few sugar pills, threw them to the child, and then picked up the flask and took a sip of wine.

The child of the stone hurriedly took the sugar pills given by Wang Fan and ate two, his mother said every time that eating too much sugar was not good, and it would cause tooth decay, so he couldn't eat these at home.

And I don't know why the sugar pills given by Wang Dan make every time I eat them, I feel a warm feeling, which makes him extremely comfortable.

At this time, he showed a look of satisfaction on his face, looked at Wang Fan's drinking, and said suspiciously: "Grandpa Wang, this wine is so spicy, why do you drink this wine every day?"

Hearing this, Wang Fan smiled slightly, and when he was about to answer, there was a strong man walking out of the right Zeng family's wine flag, which was Zeng Lei, who gave Wang Fan wine every day.

At this time, it seemed that he happened to be a little free, walked up to Wang Fan, pulled his child and said softly: "Uncle Wang, drink less, you also know that drinking hurts your body......"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Fan smiled and said, "Okay, I know, I'll drink this one today, and keep the rest for tomorrow." By the way, how's your dad?"

Hearing this, Zeng Lei's face couldn't help but darken, and said, "That's ......"