I'm on duty in Yinshi

Chapter 584 After thousands of sails, Fang has always been

"Teacher, don't be nervous.

"Look."

Tang Xiyan stretched out a finger and drew in the air. The scarlet magic power danced at the fingertips, drawing out people, animals, and tools like a paintbrush.

"What~"

The Tibetan sheep blinked suddenly, raised its neck and screamed, twisted and landed in the void, and looked around curiously with its dark eyes.Witnessing the whole process, the principal's pupils constricted inconceivably, is this a fairy? !
At this moment, a gray wolf suddenly jumped out from behind the desk, its sharp fangs instantly pierced the neck of the Tibetan sheep, the dark red blood stained the snow-white wool, and a strong bloody smell came out.

"pat-"

The water glass fell to the ground, and a pool of blood spread.

"Baa." The mournful wail gradually weakened. Although this wolf looked old, it had a wealth of experience. Once it bit the prey's vitals, it would not let go, swallowing blood.

The headmaster was completely dumbfounded.

In an instant, the dead thing became alive, and then died cruelly in front of him. The intense stimulation brought by his senses and spirit almost made his heart unable to bear it.

"teacher."

As if a devil whispered into his ears, the headmaster suddenly became excited, his head shrank like a quail, "You, you say."

"What do you think, painting, is?"

"Ah, I, I..."

The cold sweat on the headmaster's forehead was dripping from his temples, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. Fortunately, Tang Xiyan was very patient, and finally let him stammer: "There are many kinds of paintings, such as traditional Chinese painting, ink painting, oil painting, and gouache painting. There are many, but no matter what kind of painting it is, it represents the author's emotions and thoughts, and can go straight to the heart!"

"Life, continuation."

Tang Xiyan looked calm, his eyes were also watching the scene of wolves eating sheep, and his tone was indifferent: "All the paintings in the world can be summed up in these two words in the final analysis, but what is Tao?"

This is painting, but also Taoism, such a profound philosophy, how can a mere headmaster be able to answer it.

Fortunately, Tang Xiyan continued on his own: "The Dao is three thousand, and the painting is also the Dao. There are countless shackles in a person's life. If you want to achieve your own Dao, you must first break the cage and break away from the original rules. Birth your own way."

"you,

"You are right."

The headmaster agreed nervously but with a forced smile.

Facing a lunatic and devil, how could he get any insights after hearing the other party's words, and all he could think of was that Tang Xiyan would look up to him because of his past affection.

Tang Xiyan glanced at him and smiled slightly:
"When you jump out of the frame, the painting will have charm, be endowed with life, and derive its own rules. With the "God", it is easier to get up to Tianxin, but I still have a lot of confusion in the process of seeking the Tao."

"Xiyan, I, I really want to help you."

The strong smell of blood teases the nerves, making the principal's desire to survive even stronger. He forced a smile: "But your realm and painting skills are much beyond mine. One is in the sky and the other is in the ground. There is no comparison at all."

Hearing this, Tang Xiyan shook his head and said, "You can only get the answer after going through thousands of sails. Actually, there is another matter when I come to the teacher this time. I want to see the painting from the beginning, the one that led me to learn painting."

"..."

"Xiyan, you're embarrassing me a bit."

The headmaster wanted to cry, but he couldn't remember what happened more than 20 years ago.

"The human brain is very amazing, it will help you store things that you can't remember."

Without waiting for the principal to react, Tang Xiyan raised his hand, and a cloud of scarlet black gushed out, enveloping him in an instant, and within a moment, the cloud twisted and turned into a colorful painting.

The background of the painting is an old school building decades ago, with mottled red brick walls, and a group of students sitting cross-legged on the khaki playground. The students in the front row painted more carefully, with smiles on their faces.

Seeing it, Tang Xiyan couldn't help but smile with joy on his lips.

Everything started from this painting. It was when he saw the teacher's painting that day that he made up his mind to become an excellent painter and made it his lifelong dream.

'After thousands of sails, you will always be there. ' he repeated in his mind again.

Suddenly, "Xiyan, you seem to have found what you want, can you let the teacher go." The principal's sweat-soaked face was extremely embarrassed, and he raised his right hand to swear: "I will definitely not tell what happened today, Otherwise, you will die badly."

A brief silence.

Tang Xiyan smiled and said, "Of course, I never said I wanted to kill you from the beginning to the end."

Hearing these words, the big stone in the headmaster's heart was finally put back into his stomach, and he forced a smile and said, "Thank you for your wish, I..." Suddenly, the cold metal texture pressed against the skin of the neck, and he cut his throat cleanly.

The crimson blood soaked the palm tightly covering the throat.

Kneeling on the ground, his eyes were full of despair and fear, Tang Xiyan watched calmly, and finished the tea in the cup.

With his determination, how could he let this former guide go, he would clean up all the karma of his own entanglement in the world, and return to the beginning.

"Mr. Tang, what else do I need to do next?"

An indifferent voice sounded from behind the sofa. At some point, there was a third person in the room. He looked over 30 years old, with greasy and disheveled hair, and a numb expression. When he saw the blood on the ground, a kind of heartfelt joy came from his pupils. bloom.

"You are free now."

Tang Xiyan swiped lightly with his right hand.

The dead Tibetan sheep and the gorging wolf suddenly collapsed and turned into black and white ink, from clear to light, disappearing without a trace.

"free?"

The man is a little puzzled.

"Well, do what you like to do."

Tang Xiyan's tone was flat, but there was a cold cruelty that could not be ignored.When the man heard this sentence, he just looked straight at Tang Xiyan and confirmed again: "Really?"

"Of course." Tang Xiyan threw a blood crystal to the man. "Remember to use this to handle your hands and feet."

"Then, goodbye, sir."

With just a few words, the man simply left, his footsteps seemed much lighter.

"boom--"

The pear wooden door of the office was gently closed, but a man in a red suit standing behind the door, wearing a pair of sunglasses, was the fourth oldest red ghost among the five.

"Mr. Tang, brother said that the plan needs to be changed."

"Changes?" Tang Xiyan looked at the red ghost with deep eyes, and asked, "Didn't the arrangements be made before? Why did there suddenly change at this juncture."

"Ah, things are a bit complicated to say."

The red ghost scratched his head, and said in a helpless tone: "After all, there are several plans going on at the same time this time, so after re-discussing with the second brother, the eldest brother decided to change one location and add an insurance to prevent changes. "

Tang Xiyan said, "Can the location be changed?"

The red ghost smiled and said, "Of course it can, it's on the same line."

Tang Xiyan nodded and said no more, "I'll leave the rest to you. I'll go first."

"no problem."

When the red ghost came to the dead principal, the slanted shadow under his feet suddenly distorted, as if there were four people standing beside him, and he leaned over to take a breath.

Immediately, he saw strange black bubbles rising from the pool of blood.

……

……

Dengdengdeng.

Fang Mingming trotted all the way up the stairs, but he didn't expect a man to appear at the corner and almost bumped into him. He immediately apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I ran too fast!"

The man just glanced at him and continued downstairs.

"Is that the teacher?"

Fang Mingming looked at the man's back suspiciously, and thought to himself:
"Probably not, there is no teacher who is so unkempt and sloppy."

　Thank you for hearing that you have been stupid again for a monthly pass. Thank you very much for your support. Beihai will continue to work hard!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)