The Old Scholar of the River and the Han Dynasty

Chapter 587: The Old Scholar

"Yes!" Granny Si and others said in unison.

The deaf man reached into the abyss of Wuwang City, and his magic power surged out, and a stream of magma shot up into the sky. The deaf man grabbed a large brush, used the magma as ink, and the earth as paper, and painted on the ground.

His brush was made of the tail hair of a fire wolf that had cultivated to the divine realm, and the handle was made of a divine bone found in a relic in Daxu. Qin Mu often played with it when he was a child, and he would always be slapped on the palm of his hand by the deaf man.

The fire wolf's tail hair can bathe in fire without getting hurt, and its divine bones can release magic power to the fullest, allowing one to write articles with great pleasure!

The deaf man was always gentle and even a little pedantic. Although he was very impressive when he was rich, like a high and mighty prince playing with the world, when he was broke, he was poor and destitute, squatting on the street corner to sell paintings without even daring to shout.

And now, he held his pen, and the style of his pen suddenly became wild and unrestrained, and the whole person suddenly became wild and unrestrained, with the unique high spirits and crazy indulgence of a scholar!

"Deaf man, I'm here to help you!"

When the butcher saw his brush strokes, the wandering brushstrokes and the paintings blazing in the flames, he couldn't help but feel a sense of heroism. He swung his sword and flattened the earth so that the deaf man could paint freely.

He used his vital energy as a pillar, holding it in his hand to stir the magma in the air, so that the magma would not freeze into stone, and chanted in a long voice: "The pen moves like a dragon and snake, the words are like the Milky Way, and the virtue and art are both perfect in the prime of life! The emperor's court heard the report and personally promoted him to the top of the group of heroes. Who would not take the dragon's head? I will spare his life, and his achievements will be magnificent."

"He is so famous that he has a great reputation! I remember the past, the place I looked up to, the map of heaven in the past, the city of Wuwang today. I sigh that I am now old and blue-shirted, and I have created Binhong again. I present a volume of poems and essays to you, and I hope it will be blown to Pengying by the wind of the immortal!"

"Returning to the land, burning incense and picking beauties, I become an old scholar!" Note ①

He was inspired to write poems, and each of his lyrics had a uniquely heroic flavor, telling the life story of a deaf man, from being a prince, unrivaled in skills and talents, with his books known all over the world, to his country being destroyed, his family ruined, and he becoming impoverished and having to make a living by selling paintings. One can't help but feel both passionate and sad about his gray hair in old age.

"Abba!"

The mute raised his thumb, and there was a loud rumbling sound in his dantian, like the burning sun. The iron furnace behind him erupted like a volcano, and the raging fire poured into the magma.

The fire was raging, and the butcher used his vital energy as a pestle to stir the magma. The flames illuminated his face and chest, roasting them red.

The deaf man laughed heartily, as if he were drunk. He indulged himself more and more, his steps staggered, and his brush moved more and more unsteadily, like a dragon or a snake, like a flying phoenix, like a dragonfly skimming the water, like a young swallow learning to fly, or like an old ox working the fields.

Behind him, his soul emerged and painted with him, pouring all his energy into writing magnificent articles and depicting the mountains and rivers.

Beside them, Qin Mu, Bashan Jijiu, Granny Si and others were all stunned.

They had never imagined before that the deaf man, who always had a serious face and was honest, could have such a wanton, unrestrained and unbridled side.

He used magma as ink and the earth as paper. In a short time, an area of ​​dozens of acres was covered with magma flames. The painting on the ground was shrouded in flames, and the golden color was a little dazzling.

Who could have thought that an old scholar could have such a hearty and heroic spirit?

The deaf man painted non-stop. He painted the sky and the earth, leaving the sky blank and the earth green. He painted the wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, he painted the majestic mountains and rivers, he painted gods and demons with different postures and no two alike, he painted endless armies, killing and charging, their bodies and muscles as ferocious as steel, their swords sharp and shining.

He drew the battlefield and countless agile leaping figures. Qin Mu and others only took a glance and felt that the gods, demons and ferocious armies in the painting were about to jump out of the painting!

The explosive power of those muscles, those figures swinging swords, the lightning and thunder that are about to burst out from the clouds, the torrential rain that is about to break out, the howling hurricane, the raging tornado, the collapsing mountains, and the boiling sea, are so real!

The deaf man is painting a magnificent world and making this world real!

The butcher's poetry made his inspiration burst out, stirred his emotions, and aroused the pride and creative power in his heart. He was completely immersed in this crazy creation, expressing his true feelings and indulging his fantasies.

After an unknown amount of time, the blind man said nervously, "The demon army is about to arrive! It's still a hundred miles away from here!"

The deaf man turned a deaf ear and continued painting.

The blind man frowned and said, "There is still eighty miles to go!"

Qin Mu raised his head and looked towards the area eighty miles away. The dark demonic energy there was rushing towards him rapidly like a black fog. His eyes opened layer after layer of array patterns and his heart was shocked. He saw countless huge monsters in the mountains like a tide, flooding over the peaks, running wildly all the way, waving all kinds of strange weapons, and running towards him while shouting.

They were half-naked, and their clothes were tattered. They didn't look like the demons from Luofu Heaven, but rather like people fleeing from disasters.

They are huge in size, run very fast, and have strange appearances, like monsters formed by different creatures pieced together. Their muscles and organs are rugged and deformed, and they are much more terrifying than the demons.

Some monsters have heads of various races all over their bodies, and their arms are made up of countless arms twisted together. Some are covered with white bones, like monsters grown from skeletons. Some have eyes of different sizes on their faces, and some have countless legs and feet like centipedes.

Their weapons were also extremely primitive, being large bone clubs covered with flesh and blood. Their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty desire, and they destroyed everything as they ran.

"This is not a demon clan, but a monster from Youdu!"

Qin Mu suppressed the shock in his heart. These were the wandering souls in Youdu who absorbed the evil spirit and devilish nature of Youdu and created deformed monsters!

Youdu was not entirely Tubo's territory. He had traveled to Youdu, although not for a long time, but it could be seen that Tubo did not value power very much.

Tu Bo is most concerned about the rules.

The rules of Youdu.

As long as he does not break the rules of Youdu, he rarely takes the initiative to interfere with the life forms of Youdu.

These monsters in Youdu are the result of Tu Bo's neglect.

Suddenly, extremely thick demonic lights with black flames shone from behind the surging army of demons, like pillars of fire sweeping across the front of the army of demons, plowing the land forward, melting the hilltops, evaporating the rivers, and setting the trees on fire!

Qin Mu's gaze passed over these monsters and looked towards the source of the magic light. He saw behind the army, a row of dark demons that looked like burning volcanoes. They were tall and burly, and walked very slowly, but their steps were big, and one step was enough to make these Youdu monsters run for a long time.

"In the Nether City, the demon god born from evil thoughts and devilish nature, the ancestor of the demon clan!"

Qin Mu was in a state of confusion when he suddenly saw that in front of the army of monsters, there were many Taihuangtian and Yankang masters running away at high speed. They were obviously in the process of training and did not notice the arrival of the Youdu army of monsters. By the time they discovered it, it was too late.

Buzz——

A black beam of light with tumbling flames plowed past, and more than a dozen people with magical powers were instantly evaporated, leaving no trace of their bodies. Other people with magical powers dodged in a hurry, narrowly avoiding the demon's gaze, but were immediately overwhelmed by the surging army of monsters.

These supernatural beings from Yankang and Taihuangtian were unable to create even a ripple and completely disappeared.

"Forty miles!"

The blind man was extremely nervous and shouted, "Deaf man, are you ready? It's thirty miles! Get ready for battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the deaf man suddenly put down his brush, pressed hard, and brought the painting to life. Flames whizzed across the entire hundred-acre painting.

The deaf man used his pen as a gun and with a strong thrust, the painting covering an area of ​​a hundred acres suddenly stood up. Then, this unimaginably large painting gradually gave off an inexplicable aura.

The painting was compatible with heaven and earth and disappeared from their sight.

Boom, boom.

There was thunder in the sky and flashes of lightning waking everyone up. Everyone looked up and saw that the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and fire was flowing in the dark clouds, so intense that it was unimaginable.

The fiery black cloud spread wider and wider, covering a greater distance. Suddenly, a hurricane arose, and a huge tornado with blazing flames fell from the sky, one, two, three...

In an instant, countless fire tornadoes appeared like dragons from heaven, hanging their tails down, tearing the earth apart, igniting it, and rolling madly forward!

Wow——

It was raining in the sky, but what was falling was not water but lava and fire rain. Huge pieces of lava with flames fell obliquely from the sky like raindrops, hitting the army of monsters in Youdu that were rushing towards them, smashing countless monsters and horses to the ground!

Countless tornadoes roared into the army, and everywhere were bodies twisted into shapeless pieces, tumbling into the sky, and then being crushed by the violent wind, or killed by the thunder that fell from the sky.

Suddenly, gods and demons led thousands of troops and jumped out of the clouds, descended from the sky, and rushed downward at an angle. The sound of killing was deafening.

There were millions of armies of gods and demons, which collided with the army of monsters rushing towards this side with a loud bang. Countless limbs flew in the air. The scene was bloody and magnificent.

Qin Mu, the blind man and others stared at this scene in a daze. They didn't need to join the battle, they didn't need to risk their lives, the vanguard of the demon army was actually blocked.

Blocked by one person!

The deaf man held the brush and continued to paint. Gods, demons and soldiers jumped out from his brush and rushed to the battlefield, fearless of death. There were wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the sky, sweeping across the land, but they did not touch the army of gods and demons, and only bombarded the army of demons.

These armies of gods and demons are all people in the painting, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the painting have nothing to do with them.

"Could it be that these demon armies of Youdu rushed into the world in Grandpa Deaf's painting?"

Qin Mu's heart suddenly moved and he thought of a possibility. However, the painting of the deaf man must have a boundary, so where is the boundary of the world in the painting?

He looked around but could not see any boundaries to the painting.

The deaf man's painting skills are so awe-inspiring that Qin Mu needs to study them again in depth!

"Master Yankang said that Grandpa Deaf can defeat a million strong troops by himself. It's true!"

Qin Mu thought to himself, "And this sentence is nothing more than what Master Yankang said about Grandpa Deaf after the Tiantu Kingdom was destroyed and its capital turned into the Eighteen Layers of Hell."

Note ①: The lyrics of Shi Xiaoyou in the Song Dynasty, Mantingfang, and Zhaizhu were slightly modified.