Chapter 1263 Entering Taoism

"Nie Chang, what are you drawing?" Chen Xun squatted down to the same level as Nie Chang who was sitting on a small stool.

He really couldn't understand what this little girl was drawing, it was very messy.

"Hey, uncle." Nie Chang pretended to sigh lightly, as if to express her helplessness that they were unwilling to leave, and said crisply, "I'm drawing Goudan carrying food over the mountains and ridges."

"Oh?" Chen Xun's eyes widened slightly, outrageous...

The corners of Da Hei Niu's mouth twitched. As expected of a little girl, this painting is even more abstract than Chen Xun's painting skills. At least the lines and contours of the latter can be imagined.

What this little girl drew is completely unrelated.

Sikong Yan coughed lightly, and he didn't see it either, thinking it was a painting of a bridge and pedestrians.

Chen Xun looked at the little insect hiding nearby and chuckled, "So it's called Goudan, a good name."

"Hey, uncle!" Nie Chang suddenly turned around with a bright smile on her face, "Yes, Goudan is very strong, and he helps with our farm work!"

After that, she quickly pointed at the painting with her paintbrush and said excitedly, "Uncle, look! Goudan takes our family through this rugged mountain road every month, which is quite amazing!"

The little insect seemed to understand what Nie Chang said, and it straightened its body a little.

As Nie Chang told the story, Chen Xun's sense of the picture of this painting gradually became clearer, as if he saw a little dog crossing the huge mountains and rivers without fear of difficulties and obstacles.

The towering mountains and rivers of the Taifeng world are like natural moats for mortals, and are quite difficult to cross.

"That's really a good painting."

Chen Xun smiled and said with a little emotion, "I have seen countless paintings, and a painting with a story is always unforgettable and more precious."

"Uncle, can you also paint?" Nie Chang's eyes were full of doubt, and she didn't understand what Chen Xun said.

But Sikong Yan was shocked in his heart, and took a deep look at the squatting back. A painting... should have a story. He had heard this sentence when he was young.

It seems that even the tone is exactly the same.

Chen Xun turned his head and smiled at the little girl: "Of course, and I have discussed with the strongest painter in the world, but he is slightly inferior to me."

"Wow!!"

Nie Chang stood up in amazement, without doubting Chen Xun's words at all, "Uncle, you are so powerful?!"

She suddenly looked at Sikong Yan and continued to shout: "Old village chief, then this uncle is comparable to the ancestor of our Yunling Village? Great and great!"

Nie Chang's smart eyes blinked very quickly, making people laugh. I don't know if she really believed it or was teasing Chen Xun.

Sikong Yan's expression was extremely calm and he did not respond to Nie Chang.

In fact, he has lived for thousands of years and has long been an old monster. His ancestors...I heard that the immortals died in the Three Thousand Worlds, and even their bones have not returned.

The ancestor of Tianchong left after leaving only a few words a thousand years ago.

It only said, I will bring him back...

After that, there was no news, and the one who came back was no longer them, but the human and cattle elders he had never seen before.

At this time.

"Nie Chang, do you like painting very much?" Chen Xun said inexplicably, his eyes were a little absent-minded.

"Of course!" Nie Chang laughed clear and clean, "Uncle, our family still has the original works of our ancestors, but my father and third uncle can't understand them."

She turned her eyes and leaned over quietly, and Chen Xun also became interested and turned his ear.

"Uncle, but I understand it!" Nie Chang lowered her voice carefully, "The ancestors painted a few people, not landscapes at all, but my mother doesn't believe it."

As soon as the voice fell, her face turned red instantly, as if she had done something exciting and thought she had concealed it from the old village chief's eavesdropping.

Sikong Yan turned his back, too lazy to argue with the child.

He felt helpless. When he was young, he thought he could understand the original works of his ancestors. However, as time went by, he could not understand them anymore. In the end, he could only comprehend that -

Appearance is determined by the heart, and painting changes with the situation.

Hearing this, Chen Xun was amused by Nie Chang's innocent appearance and said more: "I once had a disciple named Nie. We also met in the alley."

"Oh~" Nie Chang blinked.

"My friend, we are destined to meet today. Why don't you let me teach you some painting skills?" Chen Xun took the brush from Nie Chang, who was stunned by this, and said, "Paint..."

"The meaning is not important, and the shape is not important."

"Never be bound by the external world, and don't be disturbed by the evaluation of outsiders. A painting is the world, the heart is the world, and it encompasses the world... It extends endlessly."

Chen Xun wielded his brush and ink, and every word pierced Nie Chang's heart like the words of heaven, and it was also like the sound of the Tao!

On the painting, a mountain and a river gradually took shape, majestic and magnificent!

The little insect looked amazed and exaggerated, as if he was stunned, and his heart was like being struck by a huge bell, as if a real world was being born from this painting...

Its body and mind were completely integrated into it, as if it was surging in the mountains and rivers in this painting, leading Nie Chang's family through mountains and ridges, panting, and even feeling tired in his eyes.

But after seeing their family's exaggerated joy, he felt extremely satisfied.

As he watched, his expression changed in a thousand ways, as if he had experienced a period of time, and there was only a sense of reality, because the sun and moon in the painting seemed to be constantly changing.

Sikong Yan's tightly closed lips opened wider and wider, and finally his pupils almost shrank into a needle. Damn...!

He now felt like he had entered a vast fantasy world. At first glance, he was just an outsider in the painting, but then he was already in the painting. He even doubted whether he was in the world in the painting!

...In the outside world, is there anyone using a brush to outline, and is there anyone around looking at the people in their paintings!

The big black bull stared at Chen Xun's paintings, and his scalp felt slightly numb. He took a few steps back. He couldn't look at it too much, and he couldn't look at it too much... It would doubt his life!

"Moo..." It snorted continuously, and the shock in its heart came like waves.

Chen Xun's painting skills seemed to have really entered the Tao!

The paintings he painted were no longer such abstract patterns, no longer the veins of mountains and rivers, and the veins of living beings surging on the drawing paper. Now he could actually draw a changing world!

Comparable to the power of the formation...

Big Black Bull's eyes were filled with a deep sense of arrogance. He was afraid that he would never be able to mock Chen Xun's painting skills in front of his third sister and fourth brother again... He really succeeded in his practice!

He is worthy of being Ximen Heiniu's elder brother.

He knew Chen Xun's painting skills very well. He knew it earlier than cultivating immortals and the Five Elements Immortal Dao. He had been devoted to this way when he was in the mortal world. He wanted to keep a piece of time and a story.

——Only by painting.

Even after he became an immortal, he could not understand the exquisiteness of the painting. Unexpectedly, he showed his skills in front of this little girl of the human race, which was enough to amaze Ximen Heiniu for eight hundred years!

Swish!

Chen Xun waved his brush, and the mountains and rivers in the painting were revived, and the grass grew and the warblers flew!