When he pushed the door open, he saw Wu Zidao in the middle of the yard. At this moment, he was lowering his head to paint.

He has a special identity, and Wu Zidao has studied in Lushan Academy for a long time, especially in recent decades, he has been helping Tao Shiheng deal with things, so he arranged a good separate residence for him.

Nowadays, if Tao Shiheng is not in Lushan Academy, as long as it is not too serious, he can almost make the decision on behalf of the dean. It can be said that if the people of Lumenshan were not too famous, someone would have forgotten his identity as the first disciple of Lumenshan and directly thought he was Tao Shiheng's disciple.

Nowadays, there have been constant rumors in the Lushan City area, saying that Tao Shiheng wanted to train Wu Zidao as his successor and was waiting to take over Lushan Academy in the future.

The yard is not very big, but the surrounding walls are quite high, and some formation restrictions make it difficult for people outside to peek at the situation inside. The layout of the yard is also very simple, with stone slabs in the middle, and the others are all green grass. Wu Zidao's living habits are very simple, but Chen Weiming knows that it is definitely not simple.

Just talking about the arrangement of the bans around it, it is not difficult to see that Wu Zidao is definitely a master in the formation.

Wu Zidao has a well-known hobby, which is painting. Whenever he paints, he will be extremely focused, just like at this moment. Even if Chen Weiming pushed the door in, he did not react at all, as if he had not noticed it.

Chen Weiming did not mean to interrupt him, closed the door with his backhand and stood aside and watched quietly.

Holding a pen and looking at the blank paper, Wu Zidao was behind his back with one hand and hanging high with the other hand, motionless and slow to start writing.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Chen Weiming seemed to have no intention of writing. He was about to step forward to speak, but he saw that the other party suddenly moved.

The moment the pen tip fell on the white paper, the rhythm of the entire yard suddenly changed, Chen Weiming's pupils shrank, and a mysterious Taoist rhyme appeared on the man who seemed not much older than him.

It seemed that the person standing in front of him was no longer a person, but a rhythm of Tao. The pen tip of the hand fell into a magical artifact that created the world. The pen tip was moving quickly, not only drawing some traces, but also like carving a world.

So strong, so profound attainments... Chen Weiming was shocked. Wu Zidao's breath and feelings at this moment made him feel inexplicably tremble. In a vague way, he actually felt a natural Taoist rhyme, which was unfathomable.

What kind of magical power is this... For a moment, I immediately closed my eyes and activated the eye to break the delusion and truth.

Through the world of energy and Taoist patterns, something even more surprised Chen Weiming happened. Without energy and Taoist patterns, Wu Zidao did not use any magical powers at this moment, but ordinary paintings.

This is even more amazing than seeing some strange Taoist pattern, as if it was a certain realm in the legend: returning to nature.

This has nothing to do with strength, but a mentality, a mentality created by long-term lifestyle. This is exactly what Chen Weiming cannot learn and imitate. Just like the Qinglian Sword Song, what power it is when he learns it himself will always be.

The one in front of you is even more difficult than the Qinglian Sword Song, because you have no energy to move and the operation of Taoist patterns, which is simply impossible to imitate.

Chen Weiming didn't move, even held his breath, stopped his heartbeat, and just watched it motionlessly. Wu Zidao's pen tip walked quickly, like a dragon and a phoenix, winding for thousands of miles, and then hugged Yuan and guarded Yi, returning to the place. The whole process was like flowing clouds and water, completed in one go.

I once heard some folk stories. Some painters would paint in the scenery for years or even more than ten years. They would count the changes in the plants, trees, mountains, rocks, and even the four seasons. When I started writing, it seemed like a silver bottle suddenly cracked and the stones broke out. A huge painting could be completed in one go.

This is what it means to be confident, and it takes several years or even more than ten years of background to complete the instant bloom. Wu Zidao in front of him did it, and he imprinted the things he wanted to draw in his heart, and at this moment he was just slowly releasing it.

But after a moment of effort, it was finally completed. When the pen tip was lifted and placed aside, Wu Zidao stared at it motionless, as if he wanted to see something. Chen Weiming took a step forward and found that what he was painting was a picture of sunrise in the east rays of mountains and rivers.

The rising sun rises, the clouds and mist are spewing, and every mountain, one stone, one grass and one tree are lifelike.

Chen Weiming was about to applaud, but he saw Wu Zidao holding a scroll of the painting in his hand, pinching it into a ball, and bursting it into pieces with his true energy, which was still on the side.

"Senior Brother Wu, you are..."

How can this result not be surprising? In Chen Weiming's opinion, this painting embodies the mysterious Taoist rhyme just now. Not to mention it, it is extremely precious to ordinary people, even to monks.

Things like artistic conception and mentality do not have direct attack power or defense power, but they are of great benefit to practitioners. If you can understand the mysterious Taoist rhyme that Wu Zidao just now, it will definitely be of great help to anyone.

"Hey!" Wu Zidao sighed: "It's still not enough!"

"How isn't enough!" Chen Weiming couldn't help but retort: ​​"Just Brother Wu, the painting you just now, is difficult to calculate. I believe that there is absolutely no other person in the world who can draw to such a level as you."

"Can others do anything to me?" Wu Zidao sighed again: "I failed to draw what I thought in my heart."

This is a strong self-confidence, ignoring others as opponents. As for painting, there is a sense of loneliness of masters. They don’t care about what others want, they just keep surpassing themselves.

With a sigh in his heart, Chen Weiming asked again: "Senior Brother Wu, what do you want to draw?"

The painting just now was extremely precious and could not meet the other party's requirements. He really couldn't imagine what the other party wanted to draw.

"I'm sorry to say that it's not done!" Wu Zidao exhaled, then shook his head and smiled, "The time is not yet ripe. When will I do it, I'll have a good chat with you."

As he strives for excellence, Chen Weiming couldn't help but feel respectful. At this moment, he did not doubt the rumors outside. In terms of mentality, he could never be a weak person if he could do this level.

"By the way!" Wu Zidao asked, "What's wrong with you coming to me?"

It seems that the other party doesn't want to continue talking about this... Chen Weiming also understood this and immediately said, "I came to find Senior Brother Wu today for two things. First, I want a refining furnace, but I don't know how to get it."

"This is not difficult. Since you are helping in the weapon refining hall, you should have some benefits for them!" Wu Zidao said: "I will send someone a weapon refining furnace to your residence later, but it will not be very precious."

"It's okay, it's okay, just have it!" Chen Weiming nodded hurriedly and continued, "There's another thing... This is...Nuwa..."

The last two words were exclaimed, and he widened his eyes and looked at the big house behind Wu Zidao.

There was a woman standing at the door of the house, looking like a half-human and half-snake.

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Chapter completed!