When it comes to drawing, Japan is the kingdom of manga. The country is full of painters. Not only is it limited to manga, but also the beautiful illustrations that are impressive.

But a lot of their culture came from China, including painting.

This nation has a talent that cannot but be admired. They are good at learning the civilization and technology of advanced countries. As early as the Han and Tang dynasties in China, many Japanese crossed the sea to come here and study modestly. But they are not imitatives. After learning from China's culture, Japan will innovate on this basis and form their own unique culture.

"The competition in the second game, called the competition, is actually not only more than painting, but also more than the realm of cultivation. "Chiyuki Izumo has prepared paper, pen, paint, and other necessary tools for painting," and in this second game, we use the form of painting to explain why 'sen'. Whoever has a deeper cultivation embodied in the painting wins. It's still limited to one hour. Now you can start drawing. ”

With that, Izumo Chiyuki picked up the paintbrush and began to draw on the paper.

Li Xiaochen looked at her stunned, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to write. Using paintings to explain what is an "immortal" and how to do it to reflect one's own realm of cultivation? This is indeed a big problem for Li Xiaochen. What's more, he doesn't know anything about drawing. It's okay to doodle casually. It would be a shame to show your hand in a formal setting.

Lifting the paintbrush and thinking hard for a long time, Li Xiaochen still didn't know what to do.

From ancient times to the present, how many predecessors have cultivated hard, just to cultivate into true immortals, and their merits are complete. But why do they cling to the pursuit of "immortals"? What is the good of being an "immortal"?

Recalling what Tianmeng had experienced, Li Xiaochen was even more confused. The fairy world is also like the human world, there are intrigues and wars. Immortals also die. It's just that they know the immortal law, have a long lifespan, and have greater blessings than people.

However, what good is it to be an immortal like Tianmeng? To live longer than others means to be more miserable than humans. Even if the supernatural powers are world-shattering, and the canopy is wiped out in the midst of laughter and laughter, it is just a big dream after all. Tianmeng is such a ruthless character, didn't he end up like that in the end?

The immortals are still in the six realms of reincarnation. At the end of life, there is still reincarnation. In his life Li Xiaochen, I don't know how many vicissitudes he has experienced. If every life is a dream, when will this dream wake up?

Li Xiaochen was at a loss. What exactly is an immortal?Morning glow, sunset, Tianmeng, Immortal Emperor...... Do they really deserve the word "immortal"?

After thinking for a long time in confusion, Li Xiaochen still couldn't find an answer. Minutes and seconds passed. Chiyuki Izumo had already drawn half of her drawing paper. But Li Xiaochen didn't move.

"I'm dying!" Meimei looked at Li Xiaochen's daze, and couldn't help jumping on the spot a few times, "Why hasn't he started to draw yet?"

Lu Bingbing didn't know why, so she couldn't say a word to Meimei.

"He's looking for answers. Xue Mu didn't know when, she was already standing beside the two of them, "What exactly is an immortal? If you can't find this answer, how can you write it? Old man, do you have an answer in your heart? What are we trying our best to cultivate immortals for?"

Yan Gong, who was standing beside Xue Mu, was silent for a long time and said, "It seems like a simple question, but it is actually difficult to answer. Just like life, we have walked a lot and traveled far, and gradually, we forget why we have to walk on the road of life. After cultivating immortals for a long time, we have forgotten our original goal. What is an immortal, why should you become an immortal, and who can give the answer?"

Lu Bingbing and Meimei were confused by what they said, and they began to feel that these things were so complicated.

Elder Qinggu looked at Li Xiaochen fixedly, wondering very much how this young descendant, who had cultivated immortals for less than a year, would answer. In fact, all immortal cultivators will be entangled in this issue. Because ordinary people have uncertain nature and unstable Dao hearts. How many people are really clear about their goals, straight forward, and persevering to the end?

"Husband......" Just when Li Xiaochen was in a dilemma, Qin Yufei's weak call came from the inner hall. He immediately put down his paintbrush, came to the bed, and looked at Qin Yufei.

"Our child ......" Qin Yufei, who was teary-eyed, twitched her lips in pain, unable to speak.

Li Xiaochen held her hand tightly and said with tears in his eyes: "Don't be sad. The child is gone, and you can conceive again. If you're gone, it's truly irretrievable. Cheer up, I'll be there for you. ”

Qin Yufei held back her tears and nodded. But it didn't take long for her to glance at Hattori Tenzo outside, covering her abdomen in misery, and crying, "My child—"

The cry was heartbreaking. Li Xiaochen could barely control it and wanted to shed tears. Qin Yufei put her face on the back of Li Xiaochen's hand. Tears crackled and fell into his hands. The silent condensation is more uncomfortable than the cry of the liver and intestines.

Li Xiaochen, who couldn't bear to see her so sad, was really greatly stimulated. He suddenly felt a pain in his head and couldn't help but rub his temples. But at this time, many strange and somewhat familiar pictures flashed in my mind. More voices echoed in his ears.

"Sword Valley, do you think I'm good-looking?"

"Why don't you dare to look at me? Hey, is it because I'm so beautiful, and you're afraid that you won't be able to control it yourself, or because I'm so likable, you're afraid you'll fall in love with me?"

"Sword Valley, can you draw a picture for me......?

At this moment, Li Xiaochen suddenly grasped something in his mind. He hurried back to his easel and picked up his paintbrush, trying to draw an image that had just flashed through his mind. But at this moment, his head hurt even more, and it hurt so much that it felt like it was about to burst.

Sun Yingying...... Can you do me a favor?" Li Xiaochen covered his forehead, called Sun Yingying over, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Sun Yingying looked at Li Xiaochen in amazement and asked, "Why do you want to do this?"

"Hurry up. I don't have time to explain to you!" Li Xiaochen, who had a splitting headache, urged her to act immediately.

Sun Yingying found a few students and told them to go out on errands. Then she went to make a cup of tea for Li Xiaochen herself.

Mayor Jiang couldn't understand his intentions, so he kindly reminded: "Xiao Li, there are only ten minutes left." If you don't put pen to paper, it's too late. ”

Li Xiaochen nodded to him, indicating that he understood, and then took a sip of tea.

"Poof-" Before the tea entered his mouth, Li Xiaochen sprayed the tea on the drawing paper in one gulp, "Sun Yingying, this tea is too light to eat." Can you add some sweetness for me?"

"Oh!" Sun Yingying took the tea away, added honey, and brought it back.

Li Xiaochen tasted it a little and returned the teacup to Sun Yingying: "It's still not enough to taste." ”

"It's not sweet enough, you're a heavy taste!" Sun Yingying went over to add all kinds of honey to the tea, and then served it to Li Xiaochen.

This time, Li Xiaochen used his tongue to make Tian tea, nodded with satisfaction, and poured some on the paint. Then, he picked up the pen again, endured the headache, and began to paint with the paint he had adjusted.

Everyone saw him pad more than a dozen pieces of drawing paper, and used several brushes to scribble on the paper.

When the last ten minutes were over, Li Xiaochen, who was sweating profusely, had just finished work. Seeing that both sides had been completed, Mayor Jiang called a few people to put the two paintings together.

The background of Izumo Chiyuki's painting is a mist-shrouded senzan mountain. In the mountains, there are cranes flying with wings, soaring freely in the sky.

Mayor Jiang touched his chin and said, "Every stroke drawn by Miss Izumo is very aura and vivid. These two cranes, in particular, are simply lifelike. But what does this have to do with 'immortal'? Just because 'immortal' has the word 'immortal' in 'crane'?"

"Let me explain. Izumo Chiyuki bowed slightly, "No matter how good the immortals are, they will always have troubles." There is an old saying in your Shenzhou, which is called 'Immortals envy people who have nothing to do'. It can be seen that the real immortal should be free and unfettered. I have also heard that there is another old saying in Shenzhou, which is called only envy of mandarin ducks and not of immortals. What could be happier than being an immortal? This is the meaning of a crane flying with wings. The combination of these two is my interpretation of 'immortal'. ”

Mayor Jiang snorted thoughtfully: "Life is like a dream, for joy." Miss Izumo didn't break it directly, leaving room for everyone to think. Her answer did mean something. Let's take a look...... Hmm, Xiao Li, what are you drawing...... Lotus?"

Everyone looked at Li Xiaochen's painting one after another. On the paper, there is only a budding lotus flower with slightly colored petals. There is no background and no other embellishments.

"Shhh...... What does this mean?" Mayor Jiang looked at it for a long time, but still didn't know what it meant, "The painting is of a certain level." It's a little bit of connotation. Are you following Picasso's abstractionist route? Can you explain it to everyone...... Ahh......h

In Mayor Jiang's astonishment, others also screamed. I saw that the budding lotus on the painting paper was blooming layer by layer! In the blink of an eye, the lotus flower was completely in full bloom. This incredible dynamic effect makes everyone's eyes widen.

However, the best is yet to come. On the "lotus platform" in the center of this blooming white lotus flower, a fairy appeared who was incredibly beautiful. This fairy standing on the lotus platform has a bit of gentleness in her cold demeanor. In the dusty temperament that makes people dare not give birth to non-thoughts, there are a few wisps of kindness.

"Isn't this Qin Yufei?" Sun Yingying was the first to recognize the fairy in the painting.

Then, it dawned on everyone. Yes, isn't this dusty beauty in the painting Qin Yufei wearing ancient costumes?

Before everyone could marvel, a variety of colorful flowers appeared on the drawing paper one after another. It can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming, but the holy lotus flower is the only one who is beautiful and beautiful.

At this time, Qin Yufei, who was standing on the original big lotus flower, leaned down. In the end, the scene freezes on the scene where she picks lotus flowers.

The most incredible thing is that many colorful butterflies suddenly floated outside the Xianman Building, landing on the various flowers of this painting and picking up the flowers.

"How is this possible!" Izumo Chiyuki stared at the painting painted by Li Xiaochen with a face full of disbelief, "Could it be that the flowers he painted can attract butterflies to come and pick them with fake and real colors?"

Li Xiaochen, who still had a headache, smiled slightly: "That's because I added honey to the paint." ”

Mayor Jiang looked at the painting with admiration and said, "It's really pleasing to the eye. Xiao Li, before asking about the subject, I would like you to answer the secret contained in this painting. ”