Chapter 1263 Entering the Tao

"Nie Chang, what are you drawing?" Chen Xun squatted down and was level with Nie Chang who was sitting on the small stool.

He really couldn't understand what the little sister was drawing, it was very messy.

"Hey, uncle." Nie Chang pretended to sigh softly, as if to express their helplessness that they refused to leave, and said crisply, "I am painting a dog egg carrying grain in its mouth over the mountains."

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

The corner of the big black cow's mouth twitched. She was indeed a little girl. This sketch was more abstract than Chen Xun's painting skills. The latter could at least imagine something with the lines and outlines.

The things this little girl draws are totally irrelevant.

Sikong Yan coughed slightly, but he didn't notice it, thinking it was a painted bridge and pedestrians.

Chen Xun looked at the little Zerg hiding aside and chuckled: "So it's called Goudan, which is a good name."

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

After saying that, she quickly pointed at the painting with the brush and said happily: "Uncle, look! Goudan takes our family through this rugged mountain road every month, which is quite impressive!"

The little Zerg seemed to understand Nie Chang's words, and it couldn't help but straighten its head a little.

As Nie Chang narrated, Chen Xun's sense of the painting gradually became clearer, as if he saw the tiny figure of a puppy jumping across the huge mountains and rivers without fear of hardships and obstacles.

The majestic mountains, rivers and rivers of Taifeng World are like natural chasms for ordinary people, which are quite difficult to cross.

"That's really a good painting."

A smile appeared on Chen Xun's lips, and he said with emotion, "I have viewed countless paintings, and a painting with a story is always unforgettable and even more precious."

"Uncle, can you also draw?" Nie Chang had doubts in her eyes and did not understand Chen Xun's words.

But Sikong Yan was shocked in his heart. He took a deep look at the crouching figure. The painting... must have a story. He had heard this sentence when he was a child.

Even the tone seems to be exactly the same.

Chen Xun turned his head and looked at the little girl with a smile: "Of course I will, and I have discussed it with the best painter in the world, but he is slightly inferior to me."

"Wow!!"

Nie Chang stood up in wonder, not doubting Chen Xun's words at all, "Uncle, you are so powerful?!"

She suddenly looked at Sikong Yan and continued shouting: "Old village chief, isn't this uncle comparable to the ancestors of our Yueling Village? Gao Gao Gao Ren!"

Nie Chang's smart eyes blinked very fast, which made people laugh. It was unclear whether she really believed it or was teasing Chen Xun.

Sikong Yan looked extremely calm and did not respond to Nie Chang.

In fact, he has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he has long been an existence like an old monster. His ancestors... heard that the immortal died in the three thousand worlds, and even the bones have not returned.

The Heavenly Chong Ancestor only left a few words and then left thousands of years ago.

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

After that, there was no news, and it was no longer them who came back, but this senior of the human race and the senior of the cattle race that he had never seen before.

at this time.

"Nie Chang, do you like painting very much?" Chen Xun said inexplicably, his eyes a little distracted for no reason.

"Of course!" Nie Chang's laughter was clear and clean, "Uncle, our family still has the original relics of our distant ancestors, but neither father nor third uncle can understand them."

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward quietly. Chen Xun also became interested and turned his ear.

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

As soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red instantly, as if she had done something exciting and thought she had escaped the eavesdropping of the old village chief.

Sikong Yan turned his back, too lazy to behave like a child.

He felt helpless in his heart. When he was young, he thought he could understand the true writings of his distant ancestors. However, as the years passed, he became less and less able to understand, and in the end he could only comprehend—

The appearance comes from the heart, and the painting changes with the environment.

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

"Oh~" Nie Chang blinked.

"Little friend, we are destined today, why don't you let me teach you some painting skills?" Chen Xun took the brush from Nie Chang who was stunned by these words, "Painting..."

"Intention is not important, and shape is not important either."

"Never be bound by the external world, let alone the opinions of outsiders. A painting is both heaven and earth, your heart is both heaven and earth, it encompasses heaven and earth...it extends endlessly."

Chen Xun's pen and ink are swaying, and every word penetrates into Nie Chang's Taoist heart like heaven's words, and like the sound of the great road!

Above the painting, a mountain and a water gradually take shape, majestic and full of atmosphere!

The expression on the little Zerg's face was astonished and exaggerated. His head seemed to be dumbfounded, and his heart felt like it was 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 rushing through the mountains and rivers in this painting, leading Nie Chang's family through the mountains and ridges, panting, and there was even a sense of exhaustion in its eyes.

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

As I looked at it, its expression changed in many ways, as if it had gone through a period of time. It only felt real, because the sun and moon scenes 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 it...!

Now he just felt like he was in a fantasy world. At first glance, he was just an outsider in the painting, but when he saw that he was a person in the painting, he even doubted whether he was in the world in the painting!

...In the outside world, is someone sketching with a brush? Is anyone around looking at the people in their paintings?

Da Hei Niu stared at Chen Xun's paintings, his scalp felt slightly numb, and he took a few steps back. He couldn't look more, must not look more... He would doubt Niu Sheng!

"Moo..." It snorted repeatedly, and the feeling of shock in its heart came one after another like a wave.

Chen Xun’s painting skills seem to be truly advanced!

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

Comparable to the power of formation...

There was a deep look of arrogance in the big black bull's eyes. I am afraid that he will never be able to mock Chen Xun's painting skills in front of his third sister and his younger brother again... He has really succeeded in practicing!

He is worthy of being the big brother of Ximen Hei Niu.

Regarding Chen Xun's painting skills, he has a deep understanding of them. It is earlier than the cultivation of immortals, and earlier than the Five Elements of Immortality. He devoted himself to this way while he was still in the mortal world. He wanted to preserve a period of time and a story.

——Only painting.

Even after he became an immortal, he could not decipher the subtleties of painting. Unexpectedly, he showed his hand in front of this little human girl, which was enough to amaze him, Ximen Black Niu, for eight hundred years!

bass!

With a wave of his brush, Chen Xun paints mountains, rivers, and all things revived, with grass growing and orioles flying!