In the 623rd year of the Wei Dynasty, the Taishi Temple in Qingfengling, Jiangguo, North of Zejun.

"Brother, brother, wake up quickly, don't scare me, I'm afraid...you...you don't die!"

A sad cry sounded in his ears. Wang Fang woke up from his coma and immediately felt a burst of headache, just like someone splitting his head and stuffing something into it.

The pain made Wang Fang moan.

At this time, he felt his two soft hands holding his palm tightly, and the sound in his ear became joyful. "Brother, you are not dead! That's great... Open your eyes, I'm Xiaozhi, open your eyes, see if I'm fine..."

The repeated shouts allowed Wang Fang to feel the other party's concern for his bloodline, and a familiar and unfamiliar figure appeared in his mind.

"Xiaozhi..." Wang Fang responded and slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw a 14-year-old girl who looked like a tragic crying squatted beside her. She held her hand, her face mixed with tears. Her eyes were already red, but her eyes were filled with joy and glory.

When the girl saw Wang Fang wake up, she choked and said, "Brother, you finally woke up...Where is you feeling uncomfortable? You have been fainting for a day, so scared me to death."

The cold and hard ground made Wang Fang feel stiff and painful on his back. He wanted to sit up, but his body was a little out of control.

"Where is this? Help me up first."

When the girl heard this, she immediately supported Wang Fang, asked him to lean on the wall, and then put some straws under his waist.

His head no longer hurts so much, and Wang Fang, who was sitting and lying, also saw his current situation.

This is a ruined temple. The statue of the mud-tied god on the divine platform collapsed so that only his feet were left. The walls were mottled, and some exposed mud bricks were broken and incomplete; the ground was also covered with mud and dust, and only the place where he lay was clean, with some dry straw laying under him.

The door of the temple was closed and you could vaguely hear someone's voice outside.

On one side of the sacred platform was a bamboo basket, which was a bamboo book commonly used by scholars to travel far away. The girl took out a red cloth package as big as a fist from the bamboo book. She opened the package and swallowed it, endured her hunger, handed the package to Wang Fang and said, "Brother, you are injured, hurry up and eat something."

Inside the package was a small handful of scattered dry food. The groggy Wang Fang took the dry food and thought about what happened to him while eating.

Wang Fang does not belong to this world now. He was originally a well-known painter on earth, but he died unexpectedly while holding a solo art exhibition.

Wang Fang no longer cared about how he died; his paintings, many times due to the death of the painter, had nothing to do with him.

Wang Fang cares more about himself now.

A painter named Wang Fang died and replaced him himself and gained his memory and body during his lifetime.

This is a world that is extremely similar to that of the ancient Chinese country, but not only people in this world, but also monsters. In ancient times, weak humans were bullied by the demon clan and became food... The demon clan was prosperous, and the human clan declined.

In order to avoid disaster, the human race had to migrate everywhere and survive in the barren land. It was not until the first saint ordered his father to draw a fire on the rock wall of the closed cave that humans had the power to compete with the demon race.

After that, the painters became the pioneers of the human race. They hand-drawn totems on stones, woods, animal skins, and tortoise shells to change painting spirits to block the demon race, giving humans the opportunity to recuperate.

The second saint, So Ran, created the text. At this point, the paintings are form, and the calligraphy is spirit. The painting spirit with both form and spirit is even stronger. The stronger the human race is more prosperous, and the population increases, and the land becomes barren. In order to survive, the human race has left the gathering place and began to compete for land from the demon race.

The third saint, Ji Fang, created paper. The emergence of paper allowed painters to get rid of the limitations of calligraphy and painting carriers. Flat paper not only made the painting more vivid, but also lowered the threshold for becoming painters.

The power of the human race overturned the demon race in a very short time and drove the demon race to the edge of the world.

From then on, the human race prospered, and painters also had a very high status among the human race dynasties of all dynasties.

The original owner of Wang Fang's current body is also called Wang Fang.

In order to make his son promising, Wang Fang's parents saved money to provide him with private schools in the village, hoping that he would become a painter with status one day.

But yesterday... a powerful and vicious monster suddenly broke into the village and killed people, and many people died, including Wang Fang's parents.

The monster who had killed the man did not leave. He asked the village to send two boys and girls to the ruined temple on the mountain for him to eat tonight. If he could not see the boys and girls at that time, or if the people in the village wanted to report to the official position, he would slaughter the entire village.

As the only painter in the village, the private school teacher was killed when the monster first entered the village. Now no one in the village is the opponent of this monster, and the painters who can deal with the monster are all in Zejun fifty miles away.

If you ride a horse, it will take less than an hour to Zejun, but the monster is nearby. No one in the village dares to leave the village and go to Zejun to report to officials. So, after the consultation of several old people in the village, the village decided to listen to the monster's words and send boys and girls to save the lives of the villagers.

Both parents died, and Wang Fang and his sister were selected, and they were unprotected.

Wang Fang, who overheard the news, immediately pulled his sister to escape overnight, but was caught by the villagers who chased him back. Wang Fang, who was desperate, was hit hard in the head. Wang Fang from this world died like this, and Wang Fang from another world woke up.

Memory is the only thing that remains.

Wang Fang, whose thoughts were clearer, looked at the girl beside him. Her name was Jiang Xiaozhi, who was originally the daughter of a hunter in the village, and was the same age as him. When Xiaozhi was 5 years old, her father was attacked by a bear in the mountains, and her mother could not bear the misery and left her young daughter without knowing where to go.

Wang Fang's parents saw Jiang Xiaozhi poorly, so they took him home to raise him. The purpose was to wait for Wang Fang to have a good relationship and a warm wife after he became an adult.

well……

Wang Fang looked at Jiang Xiaozhi and couldn't help but sigh that the child was in a difficult life. His biological parents died and his adoptive parents were killed at the same time. The only brother he could rely on was also dead, and she would be eaten by the monster herself.

Then I thought about it, am I also one of the boys and girls who are going to be eaten now?

"Well... Xiaozhi." Wang Fang thought to try his best to play the role of his brother so that the girl would not be too painful for the last journey: "Are you hungry?"

After saying that, Wang Fang found that the only little dry food he had eaten was left with only residue. Two days after the monster entered the village, the two of them had eaten a meal. They originally thought that they could survive by escaping to Zejun, but they were caught back.

Thinking about how hungry I was just so hungry that I could even eat such rough food, I knew how hungry Jiang Xiaozhi was.

Seeing Wang Fang's embarrassing look, Jiang Xiaozhi quickly shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry, I...I've eaten it. Brother, you are injured, you should eat more to have the strength... You, you should survive."

Wang Fang, who has the memory of his ex, knows what kind of girl Jiang Xiaozhi is. Her childhood experiences made her very timid, so she is very attached to Wang Fang, who is a peer. She is kind and cares about Wang Fang in every detail. She leaves everything she has for her brother, and tells her brother first if she has any good things.

Sometimes she would hide and cry because she wanted to have a child, but as soon as she saw Wang Fang, she would forget all her sad things.

Thinking of this, Wang Fang saw something from Jiang Xiaozhi's expression and words, and he asked: "What do you want to do? Tell me!"

Jiang Xiaozhi looked at Wang Fang farewell and said, "Brother... a moment, a moment, that monster comes, and let him eat me first. You... you must escape... You are so smart that you will definitely find a way to escape."

Wang Fang didn't know how to respond.

Jiang Xiaozhi's feelings for his brother made him silent. Although the other Wang Fang was dead, the memories and emotions he left behind were there. How could Wang Fang now regard Jiang Xiaozhi as a passerby? Moreover, in order to give him a tiny chance to survive, a little girl was willing to let the monster eat him first.

"Are you not as good as a child, just sitting here and waiting to die?"

At the age of 15, Wang Fang has a mind in his twenties. Such a poor Jiang Xiaozhi should not die here, and he had just recovered from the dead, and he could not die here.

Wang Fang poured all the last bit of food into his mouth. Jiang Xiaozhi said one thing is right. Only by eating enough can he have a chance to live. He not only wants to let himself live, but also rescue this sister.

"Go and take out my pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

There was something in his stomach at the bottom, and his strength was restored. Wang Fang sat up and swept away the dust on the ground in front of him with the straw.

Although Jiang Xiaozhi didn't know what Wang Fang wanted to do at this time, she had always obediently and immediately took out all the things Wang Fang wanted from the bamboo books and placed them on the ground in front of him.

Wang Fang took out a roll of rice paper and spread it out, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to search for memories, and at the same time said to Jiang Xiaozhi: "Grind!"

The one who attacked the village was not an ordinary little monster, and ordinary people were not his opponents at all. The only person who could defeat such powerful monsters was a painter, and Wang Jian was a very famous painter in another life.

The painter is just a word different from the painter. What Wang Fang needs to do now is how to apply his painting skills to the identity of the painter.

In this world, painters create painting spirits and give them power.

The painting spirit can be a plant, a beast, or a totem... After thousands of years of continuous development, the painter's creation and understanding of the painting spirit has long formed a complete system.

Painting spirits are divided into two categories: one is thought painting and the other is real painting.

The creation of illumination painting is relatively simple. First draw the shape, then write the poem as the spirit. The strength of the painting spirit is related to the charm of the painting, the wonderfulness of the poem, and the painter's own energy. The shape, spirit, and energy are indispensable, which tests the basic skills of a painter.

Ideal painting can be given and traded. Even if the user is not a painter, he will not see the effect of the painting spirit. However, the Ideal painting can only be used once, and after use it, it will be an ordinary painting.

The creation of real paintings is much more complicated than freehand paintings. Ideal paintings can be copied and referenced, while real paintings can only be created by the painter themselves.

The first step in real painting is also to draw the shape. The painter draws the appearance of the painting spirit based on what he created in his heart. The second step is not a simple poem to write a poem. The painter must create story articles based on the painting spirit he imagined, and truly give the painting soul. Only original articles can form the painting scroll.

At the same time, when creating articles, you must have an archetype that matches the story you wrote, as the body of the painting spirit. For example, when painting a Tiangou, you need to have a dog in front of you; when painting a coiled dragon, you must have a dragon in front of you.

At this time, the prototype of the painting spirit needs to be attracted by the painting scroll produced by the story, and actively enter the story displayed by the painting scroll of the Qiankun.

At this stage, it is a critical step. Next, the painter needs to constantly supplement the story with paintings and words, so that the painting scroll can be operated, trap the prototype in the painting scroll, and make it lose it in the story.

Until the prototype is obsessed with it and forgets himself, he truly becomes part of the story and becomes the protagonist of this scroll and the story.

Real paintings have little demands on the artist's aura, but they have very high requirements for the artist to draw a world with a pen. After the prototype is introduced into the painting scroll, it will resist. Once the prototype realizes that it is in a false world in this process, it will immediately break free from the painting scroll scroll.

The higher the intelligence and strength of the prototype, the more difficult it is to be confused by the painting environment and stories in the paintings.

Faced with the upcoming monsters, the painter and master of the private school in the village are no match for him. Wang Fang, a painter apprentice, must not be able to draw a painting that can kill monsters.

Therefore, Wang Fang could only use real paintings that do not have high requirements for qi to try.

The light outside the temple became dimmer and darker. The villagers guarding outside the temple locked the temple door and all escaped. Monsters would come in at any time.

Wang Fang, who was calm and composed, opened his eyes, and he stretched out his right hand, and Jiang Xiaozhi, who had already been qualified to write a brush dipped ink in his hand.

Wang Fang held a pen and dropped the first stroke on the paper.

Outline, brush, rub, dye, dot.

With a few strokes, a majestic and steep mountain peak has already taken shape. On one side of the mountain is a waterfall that flows down, on the other side of the mountain is a turbulent sea. You can see monkeys playing in the mountains. A stubborn stone on the top of the mountain is being admired by the innocent earth, and the essence of the sun and the moon...

At this time, Wang Fang had completely entered a state of selflessness, and all his mind was devoted to the mountains and rivers, and he drew out the mountains and rivers in a few breaths.

Then, next to the painting, write a poem in cursive script:

Chaos are not divided into chaos, and no one sees the vastness.

Since Pangu broke through Hongmeng, he has developed the distinction between the clear and turbidity.

It brings all living beings to be kind and discovers that everything will become good.

If you want to know the achievements of fortune, you must read the passage of the Dissertation of the Misfortune when you Journey to the West.

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To be continued...