"Go to your village and bring me a basin of water, and I will teach you," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
The child glanced at Xu Zimo confusedly, and then ran into the village in a hurry.
Looking at the child's leaving figure, Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile.
Although he had seen it once in his previous life, when he saw it again, he still had to sigh that the children in these paintings were so intelligent.
Not long after, I saw the child running over panting with a small basin of water.
Xu Zimo placed the water basin under the sun and adjusted the angle. He saw a reflection of the sun in the water.
"You shoot at this reflection, so you can hit the sun," Xu Zimo said, pointing to the basin.
This test of bending a bow to shoot the sun is a bit like a monkey fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea, but the difference is that the monkey cannot fish the moon, but it can shoot the sun.
Several children glanced at Xu Zimo in confusion, then bent their bows and arrows, and shot hard at the reflection of the sun in the water.
When the bow and arrow hit the reflection, the reflection in the water was not disturbed and only rippled slightly.
Instead, a muffled rumble of thunder was heard in the sky, and then, visible to the naked eye, the sun hanging high in the sky fell from the sky like a ball of fire.
"The sun went down and we hit the target," several children jumped up and cheered.
Xu Zimo smiled on the side, and as the sun fell from the sky, the space where Xu Zimo was located twisted and shook again.
The space in front of him changed. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was back on the plain again.
Another painting appeared in front of me, which showed several children bending their bows and shooting at the sun.
Xu Zimo put away the painting and continued heading north.
Originally, after shooting out the sun, the surrounding temperature had returned to normal, but as Xu Zimo walked further, he felt that the temperature seemed to be getting colder and colder.
The sun was covered by dark clouds, and snowflakes actually fell from the sky.
The snowflakes are falling heavier and heavier, the snow under my feet is getting thicker and thicker, and even the surrounding temperature is starting to become colder.
Xu Zimo is now at the peak of the True Pulse Realm, but he can still feel the cold.
It's not just a physical cold, it's a cold that goes deep into the bones.
He sat cross-legged and let the snowflakes fall on him.
In less than a moment, his whole body was completely buried in the falling snow, and his whole body turned into a snowman.
Xu Zimo only felt that his whole body was numb from the cold, and he had no consciousness.
Even the organs all over his body were frozen, and his heartbeat seemed to be beating slower and slower.
"I'm going to die," Xu Zimo grinned and wanted to smile, but found that his muscles had been frozen.
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness became increasingly blurry. There seemed to be a voice in the dark that kept admonishing him.
"Sleep, everything will be over when you fall asleep."
It was obvious that his body was in shock and his consciousness was falling into deep sleep, but the obsession in Xu Zimo's heart still refused to end like this.
This race against time and the competition with death is the most painful.
Xu Zimo didn't know how long it had been, but he felt that his whole body was covered in ice. He seemed to be numb to the coldness, and he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat.
Suddenly, a warmth began to beat in his chest, enlightening his heart in death, and then arousing the prairie fire in the frozen sky.
Just like the saying, a single spark can start a prairie fire.
Xu Zimo only felt that this warmth was very weak, but the coldness in his whole body was instantly driven away.
The snowflakes all over the sky seemed to have stopped falling. Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes and found that the icy and snowy scene in front of him was no longer there.
He reappeared on the plain, and a painting fell before him.
Ice and snow swept across the entire world, and everything was frozen, but under the cover of ice and snow, there was a person sitting cross-legged on the ground like a cypress.
He remained motionless, as if even if ice and snow buried the entire world, he would not be destroyed.
This is the scene on this painting. Xu Zimo put the painting away and continued to move forward.
The third test is actually the character of the mind. No matter how difficult it is, even before death, one cannot give up a glimmer of hope.
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Xu Zimo continued to move forward. After walking for a while, his eyes were attracted by the scene directly in front of him.
The mountains in the distance are very close, but they are dimly hidden in the mist. The white clouds in the sky are as low as just above the head.
It was as if I could reach out and catch the white clouds, and the blue sky was filled with stars even though it was daytime.
Directly in front is the endless sea, with huge waves rolling in the middle of the sea. The huge waves roll up the sea water but refuse to fall.
In the middle of the huge waves on both sides, a cobblestone path leads directly to the quiet path.
The pebbles are floating on the blue water, and the water reflects the starry sky and white clouds above, as well as the mist of the mountains so close behind.
In the middle of the cobblestone path, there is an inkstone and a table. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe is standing in front of the table, painting to his heart's content.
Xu Zimo stepped onto the cobblestones step by step, and then walked up to the middle-aged man.
He watched the middle-aged man painting, but there was no paper on the table. The middle-aged man was holding a wolf-hair brush, as if he were drawing in the air.
After a long time, the middle-aged man put down his painting brush and saw the aura around him suddenly fluctuating.
A fish jumped out of the space in front of him, and the fish jumped into the sea, followed by a series of goldfish jumping out of the space.
"Did you see anything?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"I can't understand," Xu Zimo shook his head.
"You are sincere," the middle-aged man said with a smile: "You are the first inheritor to come here.
According to the rules, as long as you can draw a painting with artistic conception, you can get my magic pen. "
"I can't draw," Xu Zimo shook his head and said, "And I'm not here to accept your magic brush inheritance."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Then you are here to look for the World Pearl. I'm sorry, the World Pearl is not included in the inheritance of this painting palace."
"I have paintings," Xu Zi also smiled and took out the three paintings he had received before.
"These paintings can only be inherited by the magic pen. I will not give the World Pearl to others," the middle-aged man said.
"You should take a look at this painting first," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
Then I saw him take out the fourth painting from the Najie. This painting was exactly the one he got from Nie Xingqing before.
There is a self-portrait of Fengzu painted on it.
"How come this painting is in your hands?" The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly and he asked, "Are you her descendant?"
"It's not important. When you painted this painting, you promised Feng Zu that as long as someone comes to you with this painting, you will satisfy any request," Xu Zimo said with a smile, "right, Senior Wuqing .”
