The Golden Core Stage monk was nothing in Cheng Ling's eyes, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he was a fairy-like existence. When he came to the living room, he saw the man sitting arrogantly on the main seat, and the woman beside him , Mu Ying and more than a dozen people stood in obeisance.
In the years since Cheng Ling left, Mu Yan and his wife had taken in many homeless people affected by the war as slaves. Therefore, the Cheng family is prosperous, with about a hundred people.
Seeing Cheng Ling coming out, the arrogance on the man's face subsided a little, but he still sat in his seat and said, "You must be Master Cheng. I'm Lu Qing. I'm here to ask for a painting, preferably a painting." Of wind and fire.”
Cheng Ling sneered in his heart. The little golden elixir dared to show off in front of him. Even if his cultivation was completely lost, he could kill him on the spot with the power of his spiritual body. However, he didn't want to show this in front of everyone, so he immediately took out a weapon from behind him. He rolled the scroll and said: "I don't dare to be a master. This is my latest painting. I hope it will satisfy the immortal."
Lu Qing was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to take it and was about to open it.
Cheng Ling stopped him and said, "Wait a minute. It's best to view this painting in a hot and windy place, otherwise it will lose its original meaning."
Lu Qing was stunned and glanced at Cheng Ling suspiciously. Seeing his calm appearance, he expected that even a mortal would not dare to deceive him. He immediately said: "Thank you Master Cheng for your advice. These immortal coins will be used as Lu's reward." , Farewell!"
After saying that, he waved his right hand, and the living room was suddenly filled with hundreds of thousands of immortal coins.
Everyone in the hall was stunned and couldn't believe it. They didn't expect that a painting by the master could be sold for so many immortal coins. He had painted so many paintings in the past ten years! If you sell them all, let alone worry about food and clothing, you might be able to buy the entire Snow City, right?
Looking at Lu Qing again, he had long since disappeared.
Cheng Ling took in all their expressions and sighed inwardly. In their understanding, immortals are omnipotent.
In fact, before this, he had always avoided interacting with cultivators. In order to dispel the cold poison and fire poison in the body as quickly as possible, the paintings at the beginning were a bit towering and not round enough, and ordinary monks could comprehend some of the power of artistic conception in them.
But later on, as I became more proficient in painting, I used the environment in the painting to hide various artistic conceptions very well. Unless I were some monks with incredible qualifications, it would be difficult to discover them.
Naturally, what he left to Lu Qing was the mature painting, and the artistic conception of heaven and earth in it was very high and complex. If you are unable to sort out the context of various artistic conceptions in the painting, and force yourself to understand it, your muscles and veins will become disordered, and your immortal energy will go retrograde. At worst, you will be completely unable to withstand the impact of various artistic conceptions of heaven and earth, your soul will be damaged, and you will even become a disabled person.
He shook his head, ignoring the crazy looks in the living room, and Shi Shiran returned to the backyard.
In the days that followed, Cheng Ling returned to a peaceful life again, but his painting style changed somewhat. After more than ten years of accumulation, he finally started painting monsters and humans selectively.
Mountains and rivers, geography, rain, snow, wind and frost are all natural laws. They have no thoughts or emotions and are easy to express on paper. But even so, it still takes a lot of time to draw their essence.
Monsters and humans are different. They are both living beings. To control their spiritual essence, expressions, thoughts, emotions, etc. are all indispensable.
After a long silence, Cheng Ling began to write. On the drawing paper, a seven or eight-year-old boy gradually appeared. His expression was innocent, kind, and honest. He was the first friend Cheng Ling met after traveling to this world, Su Rui.
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After many years, Su Rui's figure has gradually become blurred in his mind, but under Cheng Ling's brush, it is still vividly displayed.
He planned to use his painting brush to represent the characters and monsters he met on his road, because that was the life that only belonged to Cheng Ling in this world.
For this reason, he specially asked the woman to expand the room and build rows of wooden racks to surround the city and divide it into three floors, upper, middle and lower, to facilitate the hanging of paintings.
Cheng Xueyao, Chen Song, Chen Haoran, Song Hanyu, Xuan Wuxiang, as well as the earth-eating beast, the red gold beast, the clouded leopard, the blood demon... and so on.
Lifelike and vivid portraits of monsters and characters hang on wooden shelves, but almost most of the monsters in these paintings have never been seen by mortals.
In fact, let alone them, even if there were cultivators here, few would be able to recognize him. After all, although Cheng Ling's life was not long, he had extremely rich experiences. The world is so big and there are so many types of monsters that it is impossible to Someone will know them all.
At this time, Cheng Ling was holding a talisman pen in his hand and was sketching a dragon-shaped monster one by one. It was a quiet valley. In the center of the valley was a large lake, and a four-clawed dragon hovered from the lake. Above, his face was ferocious, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
This is exactly the dragon on the back mountain of the Wuxiang Sword Sect. In order to capture the Seven-leaf Lotus, he launched a fierce battle with it. By chance, he got acquainted with Chen Song, Ling Xiao, Cheng Yanbing and others, and was even almost forced to do so by Liu Qingyan. He wanted to become Cheng Yanbing's Taoist companion.
All of this appears in my mind like scenes. Looking at the paintings on the table, he smiled slightly, put down the talisman pen, and picked up the wine gourd next to him. When he was about to drink, he suddenly realized that there was no wine in the pot.
Usually at this time, Mu Ying would come to watch him paint. Every time she came, she would always bring a pot of Sanhua Qingye wine.
Sure enough, not long after, Mu Ying, who had grown taller, pushed open the bead curtain and walked in. It had been three years since Mu Yan's death. At this time, although he was only twelve years old, he had grown very tall and his body was much stronger.
When she came to Cheng Ling's side, Mu Ying complained and said, "Uncle Cheng, tell my mother someday. She always asks me to learn how to run a business, but I don't want to learn. If you want to learn, I'm ready." Learn painting from Uncle Cheng."
As he spoke, he placed the wine gourd in his hand next to Cheng Ling, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared straight at the painting on the table.
He saw the dragon coiled up with its head raised to look at the sky. Every scale on its body was clearly visible. What shocked him even more was that the moment he saw the painting, it suddenly felt like the beast was alive. Feeling horrified, he quickly turned his eyes away, not daring to look again.
Cheng Ling laughed, picked up the flask and took a big sip. This Sanhua Qingye wine was sweet with a hint of spiciness, and had an excellent nourishing effect on his muscles and body. Over the past few decades, he had become His daily necessities.
Speaking of which, Mu Yan and his wife are really not good at business. They used to sell herbal medicine and now they sell Sanhua Qingye wine. However, no matter what kind of business they do, they are struggling and unsustainable.
"Uncle Cheng, what kind of animal are you painting? It looks like a dragon, but it only has four claws." Mu Ying obviously hadn't gotten rid of the power of the dragon in the painting, and asked with lingering fear.
Cheng Ling touched his head and said with a smile: "This is not a dragon, but a dragon. Although they look similar, the strength of the two is very different. It takes a long time for the dragon to have a trace of strength." Opportunity turns into a dragon.”
Mu Ying nodded in understanding. In the past five years, he had seen countless animals and humans of various kinds in Cheng Ling's room, and each one of them was his.
Never seen before.
Cheng Ling took the pen and once again embellished the picture a little. This dragon was extremely powerful back then, but now, as long as he has a thought, he can make it disappear into ashes. At this moment, the appearance of this beast is completely formed in his heart, and every time One stroke at a time, without any pause.
Compared with painting monsters, portraits of people are much more difficult. The portraits I painted in the past basically have little to do with myself. I can draw quickly and confidently. But people who are close to him have always been afraid to write.
Xi Yan, Xuan Lingzi, Gu Youlan, Bai Yiyi, Liu Qingyan, Yang Hongqiu, Yun Jingwen... He knew that this was because he had feelings. Although Yun Jingshan's way of killing love was not perfect, it was The true meaning is to cut off all emotions in the world, whether it is family affection, friendship, or love.
Perhaps one day, when he can perfectly express these beauties and relatives on the drawing paper, the Dantian space will have a chance to be unblocked.
Time passed slowly, and soon five years passed, and the woman's appearance gradually aged. In the past few decades, Cheng Ling had completely integrated into the mortal world, and his appearance also began to look older.
On this day, the woman came to the backyard for a rare occasion, the purpose of which was to discuss Mu Ying's marriage. By the way, the little guy has grown into a big boy. At the age of seventeen, he is completely ready to talk about marriage.
The woman's meaning was very clear. She was old, and her last thought before she died was to see Mu Ying marry and have children. But before that, for the sake of her late husband Mu Yan, Mu Ying was allowed to leave Cheng Mansion and live alone outside.
Although Cheng Ling and Mu Yan did not sign any contract to sell themselves, people in Xuecheng always believed that Mu Yan was the housekeeper of the Cheng Mansion, and Mu Ying was also a slave of the Cheng Mansion. With such an identity, it is difficult to have A daughter from a good family is willing to marry.
Cheng Ling understood the woman's thoughts and gave them a considerable sum of immortal coins.
Although Mu Ying was unwilling in his heart, he did not dare to go against his mother's wishes, so he built a restaurant next to the Cheng Mansion. On the one hand, he could satisfy the woman's wish and be independent; on the other hand, he could go back to the Cheng Mansion to visit Uncle Cheng from time to time. He is not young anymore and is getting older. In the future, he will take care of him until his death.
Sometimes, Mu Ying also wonders. The paintings made by Uncle Cheng are so valuable and their appearance is not bad. Why not marry a wife and have a baby to inherit the family business? He had also asked in person, but every time, Uncle Cheng would sigh deeply and look towards the north without moving...
Spring passed and autumn came, the sun and the moon alternated. Two years later, Mu Ying married a wife and gave birth to a fat boy, but the woman left forever. When she left, she was very satisfied, saying that after procrastinating for so long, she finally managed to pull Mu Ying off, and she would have the dignity to see the old man after her death.
When he saw Cheng Ling, two lines of tears finally fell from the corners of his eyes, saying that in this life, the person I was most sorry for was the master. Without the master, their family would have been impoverished to death. Even though they were protected by the master, they still stole many paintings and sold them to make ends meet.
The current world is not peaceful, wars are frequent, and many people from her mother's family came to seek refuge. However, she only planned for Mu Ying and left the Cheng Mansion, leaving Cheng Ling alone to work as a cow and horse in the next life. I will definitely repay my kindness to the master.
Cheng Ling listened quietly without stopping or saying anything. In fact, he knew this all the time but did not reveal it.
The woman is kind, and everything she does is for the sake of Mu Yan and Mu Ying. She is obsessed with painting all day long, and all the expenses of the house depend on her. The only difference is that Cheng Ling doesn't care about these things. Whether the food is good or not and whether there are enough slaves are all a passing matter to him.
