I had to draw by myself... Chen Weiming opened his eyes wide and was stunned. He really didn't understand what Wu Zidao meant.

"Don't be surprised, I just want you to draw a picture!" Wu Zidao smiled and said, "You don't have to think that this is a very special thing, just draw it."

"I like to draw, especially sunrises. I have painted countless sunrises myself, and later I found that the same sunrise, different places, and different people's eyes are different. So over the years, I like to collect the sunrises that I am interested in, and I have collected a lot. But I have never had the opportunity to collect the sunrises of the killer, please help me!"

"This..." Chen Weiming was still hesitant: "But I really don't know, I'm afraid I can draw it very ugly."

"It's okay!" Wu Zidao smiled: "When drawing, don't have any burden, just draw as you want. I'll try your weapon refining method. During these times, you can draw a sunrise for me!"

"Okay!" Chen Weiming shrugged: "Don't laugh at me if I don't draw well!"

Wu Zidao nodded and put the ore into the refining furnace to start.

Chen Weiming walked to the wooden table, picked up his pen, and was about to scratch the calculation a few times, but thought that Wu Zidao was good to him, and it was too inappropriate to be so perfunctory, so he finally decided to draw well.

At sunrise, he had seen many, on the plains, in the mountains, in the desert... But what he really thought of was the rising sun that he saw in the mist in the mountains. It was like a man who was trapped in the swamp, struggling with all his might until he broke free from the shackles.

That feeling was like myself, trapped in the swamp of Yanyun Pavilion, and tried his best to leave this place.

Looking back at the sunrises in the mountains I have seen, I painted them one by one without any rush or slow strokes. Although the brushes are very rough, they are very attentive. I thought it would only take a quarter of an hour, but I didn’t expect it to take an hour.

When he stopped picking up his pen, he found that Wu Zidao was almost the same. It was really easy for him to refine such low-level weapons.

After pulling the sword out of the refining furnace, I pulled a sword and used my true energy to activate it, but found that there was only one sword wind, and there was no so-called magical power at all. I waved it a few times in a row, but it was still the case, without any movement.

"This..." Wu Zidao looked at Chen Weiming in confusion.

Chen Weiming shook his head: "I don't understand, but that's it! Why don't I demonstrate it to you?"

After saying that, his heart was also nervous. He naturally knew that the key was not the law of the Taoist pattern, but the Wanyan Dao Wheel. This was his secret, and I didn't want others to know for the time being, even Wu Zidao. But this was a trick of playing hard to get, so I naturally didn't really want to demonstrate it.

Sure enough, Wu Zidao shook his head: "No, maybe I made some mistakes. After all, I am not very clear about the way other magical powers work. I will think about it again when I look back."

After saying that, he put away the refining furnace, walked to the table, lowered his head and began to look at Chen Weiming's sunrise picture.

Although Chen Weiming was very attentive, his painting skills were placed there, like a child grabbing, extremely... rough.

However, Wu Zidao kept nodding, looked at it carefully, and seemed extremely satisfied. After a while, he smiled and said, "No, good, very good!"

"Not bad!" Chen Weiming was stunned for a moment. To be honest, he was embarrassed to say these two words.

Wu Zidao looked at him and smiled slightly: "Drawing is actually a very complicated but simple thing. Being obsessed with paintings on the surface is just paintings, and paintings that express inner ones are hearts."

"You are saying this very well. The rising sun struggling in the thick fog. Although you feel that the world is dangerous, you still have a hopeful sincerity in your heart."

"What does it mean?" Chen Weiming heard it for no reason.

Wu Zidao slowly rolled up the painting: "It means that although you are not a purely good person, you are not a purely bad person. You are wandering on the edge of good and bad, and are purely based on your heart. To be honest, before reading this painting, I actually did not agree with Master's help."

"Do you still want to go against your master's decision?" Chen Weiming asked curiously. According to Wu Zidao's personality, it should be a rule.

Wu Zidao shook his head: "If what he said is right because he is a master, then the world will be in chaos. Master teaches karma, teaches Taoism, and solves doubts, but it does not mean that what he wants is what I want."

"Master helps you because you are the descendant of Li Qinglian, but in my opinion, this decision is very dangerous. The descendant of Li Qinglian is not necessarily a good person, such as Li Zuo, I don't like him very much! If such a person succeeds in practicing, he will definitely harm the world. But Master said that he has something to do with Li Qinglian after all, so he indulges."

Chen Weiming nodded repeatedly, and I felt the same way.

Wu Zidao smiled faintly again: "In my opinion, you are actually more dangerous than him. Feng Shui techniques, talisman techniques, Qinglian sword songs... and your terrible recovery ability, and even your talent for refining weapons. I can't imagine how terrible it would be if you achieved the Tribulation Period."

"If you had been filled with darkness and destruction at that time, and still had the style of a killer, the world would not know how dangerous it would be. Fortunately, it wasn't. Although there was a mist in your heart, you firmly believed that the sun would shine on the earth."

"Haha!" Chen Weiming laughed: "You look at me too highly... Is it just for such a painting?"

"Of course!" Wu Zidao nodded, and looked confident again: "If I have cultivation, I am not as good as too many people. But I have to say that by painting, no one in the world can compare with me."

"By chance, I saw Ming Dao and asked him to draw a sunrise picture for me. Do you want to see it?"

"Hmm?" Chen Weiming became interested. After so many years, he rarely encountered something related to the Nether Sword.

Wu Zidao spread his hands and a piece of painted paper appeared in the palm of his hand. After spreading it out, Chen Weiming immediately looked over.

It is also a sunrise picture, but it is completely different from my own. It is on a black land, a red sun emits violent sunlight to bake the world. Apart from that, there is nothing else.

"This is a desert, or a black desert!" Wu Zidao explained: "Looking at the sunshine again, there is not only the red of cinnabar, but also the black of ink. This is the light of death, the sun represents himself, and the black desert is the world. Ming Dao has an unparalleled domineering thought in his heart."

"He is a very dangerous person, as you said, he will do anything to achieve his goal. If one day he can rule the world, he will definitely have to completely control the world. Anyone who opposes him will be wiped out by him and turn into a grain of sand in this black desert."

Speaking of this, Wu Zidao suddenly glanced at Chen Weiming deeply.

"I don't know why, but I feel that you two may...be on a hostile standpoint in the future."
Chapter completed!