Lord of Puro

Chapter 476: The Great Disaster (This Chapter is High Energy)

Taiyue, the master of figure painting in Prozhou, appeared on a mountain, a mountain that should not have appeared in this area.

Did he draw this mountain?
What kind of skills does this old gentleman have to be able to draw such a big mountain?

What is his purpose in drawing a mountain on my property?
Could it be that he saw that this place was special and wanted to seize the territory?
Li Banfeng looked at Fu Taiyue's hands. Fu Taiyue's sleeves were very long, and his hands were tucked into his sleeves. Li Banfeng suspected that he was holding some kind of weapon or magic weapon.

If we want to take action, we must not let him get the upper hand.

Fu Taiyue looked at the scroll on the table and suddenly asked, "Would you like to learn painting?"

Learn painting?

Li Banfeng once asked him to learn painting. Could it be that he still remembers this?
Because his painting style was too freehand, while Li Banfeng's technique of hiding a beautiful girl in a golden house required realism, and it was too difficult and the results were too slow to learn painting from him without any basic knowledge, so Li Banfeng ultimately did not learn painting from him. At that time, Fu Taiyue was quite angry about this.

Now, the old painter seems to have changed his painting style. The figure painting on the desk is very realistic. Li Banfeng learned painting skills from Zhong Bai and Hong Ying for a period of time, and can see many skills and techniques from the painting.

Talk to him about the painting first, make the situation clear to him, and then you can get the truth out of him.

Li Banfeng said, "I particularly like painting. I'd like to trouble you to give me some advice, old sir."

Fu Taiyue stared at the scroll on the desk for a long time without saying a word.

After a long time, Fu Taiyue seemed to have some feelings. He picked up the brush and dipped some ink on the inkstone.

His sleeves were too long, and Li Banfeng still couldn't see his hands. He only saw a brush extending from his sleeves, sketching the man's face on the scroll.

His handling of details is amazing, and every addition makes the characters more vivid.

As Fu Taiyue was painting, he explained: "The hair needs to float a little, so that it looks like there is wind.
A windless winter always makes people feel that it is not cold enough. If the winter is not cold enough, this scarf is useless.
But the hair can’t be blown too much, and the wind can’t be too strong, otherwise people won’t be able to open their eyes when facing the wind.”

This is practical stuff. In just a few words, Li Banfeng learned a lot of knowledge from this old gentleman.

Fu Taiyue was in the right state, the slope was ready, and it was almost time to get off the donkey. Li Banfeng asked, "Excuse me, Senior Fu, if I want to draw a mountain, what are the key points?"

After waiting for a few minutes, Fu Taiyue didn't speak.

The slope was so smooth, why didn't he come down?

Does he have a way to defend against the foolish cultivation technique?

This possibility is not high. Firstly, the Foolish Cultivation Technique is not that easy to defend against, and secondly, not many people know about the Foolish Cultivation Technique.

Li Banfeng wanted to test the waters again, but then a cold wind blew and a dark cloud floated across the sky, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Fu Taiyue put down his brush and his expression changed slightly.

Did he realize that I was trying to trick him and wanted to fight with me?

Fight with him?

If this mountain was really painted by Fu Taiyue, Li Banfeng would be in the world of Fu Taiyue's painting, and the world of the painting must be under the absolute dominance of Fu Taiyue.

If a war breaks out with Fu Taiyue here, Li Banfeng will suffer a great loss. Moreover, Sui Shenju is not around and is repairing a train station in the cave. At this critical moment, he has no way to retreat.

Li Banfeng said "goodbye" and turned away.

Fu Taiyue said from behind: "You're leaving so soon, why don't you study for a while longer?"

Li Banfeng said, "We have learned almost everything today, let's go back and study hard."

Fu Taiyue picked up the brush again and stared at the scroll: "I can see that you are a genius in painting. Follow me and learn well. You will have a bright future."

Li Banfeng smiled indifferently.

It sounds like I'm a loser now.

"I'll visit you again tomorrow." Li Banfeng went down the mountain.

Fu Taiyue was still painting on the mountain. As he was painting, he said, "I knew you were a good candidate for this line of work the first time I saw you.
This trade is not easy to learn. Many people have practiced hard for their entire lives, but are only painters, not painters.
He doesn't understand the artistic realm here. Artistic realm depends entirely on talent. Without talent, no matter how hard you work, it will be useless.
You have talent, a rare talent. If you just follow me, you will definitely become a master in the future, both in painting and Taoism!"

As he spoke, he made some modifications to the scroll. The young man in the painting looked very excited, even crying with excitement.

Fu Taiyue sighed and said, "You always say you want to be a Wen Xiu, but there are Wen Xiu everywhere in this world. Do you really have talent among them?
You have such a good time, don't waste it, otherwise you will regret it in the future. Painting is your way out, and your teacher will never lie to you!"

The young man in the painting looked at Fu Taiyue and nodded vigorously.

……

After returning to Suishenju, Li Banfeng said, "Grandpa, I have something to ask you."

The old man didn't answer. Li Banfeng could vaguely hear a song: "Running on flat ground, crossing mountains and rivers, puffing and smoking, adding coal and water and we're on the road, the train is unstoppable once it starts..."

He is singing the train song.

The record player said, "The old man has been singing since early morning and has never stopped. He is very happy about the construction of the big station. Husband, what do you want to ask the old man?"

Li Banfeng said: "There is a painter from my land, he is very advanced, he painted a mountain, and he can paint in the mountain, for a moment I can't tell which is the painting and which is the man."

The words were a bit confusing, but the lady heard it clearly: "The painter used paintings to sneak into other people's homes. This has happened before, and Yingying has experienced it before."

Hong Ying spat and said, "Bah! What do you mean I've experienced it? I saw it happen!"

"Tell your husband about that!"

Hong Ying said: "When I was eleven years old, my second brother was preparing for the imperial examination. He had arranged everything. The examination was just a formality, but he had to read some books.
He said that he was afraid that others would disturb his quietness, so he moved to the East Courtyard to study. After a while, his second brother did not make any progress in his studies, and his health became worse and worse. He could not walk more than two miles, and he was sweating all over.
Dad asked a doctor to see him, who only said that he was weak and needed to eat more tonic food. That day, my mother made some soup and asked me to bring it to him. But when I entered his room, I found him hiding in a painting on the wall.

I was terrified and quickly told my father. My father asked someone to look at the painting and found out that it was a trick of painting repair.
This painting was given to my second brother by a friend. It was created by the talented Mu Yuejuan. Mu Yuejuan is both a painter and a lover. With her paintings, she has seduced countless young men. If it had been discovered later, my second brother would have been dead. "

Li Banfeng asked: "Be more specific, what is in that painting?"

Hong Ying shook her head and said, "I have never been inside. I only know that there is a large mansion in the painting. My second brother told me that there are 72 rooms in total, and each room has a stunning beauty.
He changed rooms every night, and spent two and a half months walking around. When he returned to the first room, he found that the beauty had moved to a new one. Such a good place, even if it squeezed his life dry, he would accept it. "

Li Banfeng asked, "What happened next? Where did the painting go? And where did Mu Yuejuan go?"

Hong Ying said: "My father burned the painting, but it was useless. Mu Yuejuan has hundreds of similar paintings, and each painting is connected to the other.
She can walk from one painting to another, and no one can catch her. My brother thinks he has slept with more than 70 beauties, but in fact they are all Mu Yuejuan, she just uses painting skills to change her makeup. "

Li Banfeng smacked his lips and said, "It would be a pity to burn such a beautiful painting."

The record player said angrily, "What do you want to do?"

Li Banfeng explained: "I want to study the combat skills of Hua Xiu."

The record player sneered, “You can’t even tell the difference between a door and a window, what tricks can you know?
My husband, the painter has sent the painting to your territory. This is a bit troublesome. You must not fight him in his painting, or you will suffer a great loss. "

This is just as Li Banfeng expected.

Hong Ying said: "Then just burn his paintings!"

The record player said, "How can it be so easy to burn? Painting repairmen have fire prevention methods. Besides, do you know where he drew the mountain? What if he drew it on the ground? Did you burn the ground as well?
My husband, if this painter has no ill intentions, it is fine to let him stay in your territory for a few days. If he has malicious intentions, you'd better lure him out of the painting before taking action. "

Hong Ying asked, "What if we can't draw it out?"

The record player cursed: "Who is like you, a useless guy who can do nothing but fight and kill? My husband is a man of means!"

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment, then took out his brush and ink and began to paint.

It took Li Banfeng more than three hours to paint a picture of a beauty. After seeing it, Hong Ying praised him again and again: "Qi Lang's painting skills have improved. This painting can be sent to the art studio and get a good price."

Even the Bloody Pendulum, who never appreciated ink paintings, was quite impressed by Li Banfeng: "This painting is spiritual. If the owner changes to oil painting, it can also be very moving."

Li Banfeng looked at the painting of the beauty and shook his head slightly, saying, "It's still a little off. I always feel that it lacks some spiritual energy. I will go up the mountain again tomorrow and talk to him about the painting."

That night, Li Banfeng fell asleep in his room with a record player in his arms. At around three in the morning, Li Banfeng suddenly woke up.

Seeing that he was sweating all over, the record player asked with concern, "Husband, what's wrong?"

Li Banfeng said: "I want to go see that old painter again."

The record player was a little puzzled: "My husband, why are you going to watch this in the middle of the night? Why can't you wait until tomorrow?"

"I was worried that he had escaped overnight."

The record player laughed and said, “There is no distinction between right and wrong in the new land. If he wants to escape, why does he have to wait until night?
Besides, if he ran away, wouldn't that just suit my husband's wishes?"

"That's true." Li Banfeng lay back on the bed, feeling irritated and tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

After a while, he sat up again: "We have to go and check. It would be fine if he ran away, but I'm afraid he will attack my territory."

Li Banfeng took a bunch of magic weapons with him, left his residence, and ran all the way towards the mountains.

As he started running, Li Banfeng felt much calmer. In the blink of an eye, he reached the foot of the mountain. As soon as Li Banfeng stopped, Judge Bi asked, "So fast?"

I'm an eighth-level travel cultivator, isn't it normal to be fast?

Is this kind of thing worth the judge's pen saying three words?

Gloves said, "Boss, you really ran fast today. I was in your pocket and didn't dare to move, for fear of being thrown off by you."

Li Banfeng moved his knees and indeed felt that his legs were particularly strong.

Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he suddenly heard a thunder.

Rumble!
Li Banfeng shuddered.

A grown-up person shouldn't be frightened by thunder, but why is he shivering?

When he first started learning the technique, Li Banfeng still remembers the driver's teachings that the key to seeking good fortune and avoiding danger lies in being careful, and that when traveling and practicing, one has to weigh his life with every step he takes.

Although he did not sense any danger, Li Banfeng decided not to go up the mountain tonight.

But if we don’t go up the mountain, how can we understand Fu Taiyue’s condition?

As long as he could prevent his sneak attack, Li Banfeng decided to take a walk around the territory.

……

It was almost dawn when Li Banfeng came back. He complained, "My husband, why did you take so long? You only stayed at home for a few hours yesterday.
How can an eighth-floor home repairman be like you? Fortunately, our old man is busy repairing the station, otherwise he would have to fight you. "

Li Banfeng wiped off the sweat and said, "I was worried, so I walked around the territory. I will stay at home during the day today."

After sleeping until noon, Li Banfeng couldn't stay any longer and wanted to go out for a walk. He found an excuse and went out again.

The old man was busy with the station affairs and was really in no mood to pay attention to Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng went to take a look at the reclaimed land first. Chu Er and Lao Niu each brought their people to rest on the land.

The two sides made an agreement that they would only fight for one afternoon each day, and rest for the rest of the time. They would not launch sneak attacks on each other, and certainly not attack each other's wounded soldiers.

Chu Er was very scary when he went crazy, but he set rules and executed them very well. Less than ten minutes before the battle, Lao Niu's formation was not yet complete, so Chu Er and his men waited quietly with no intention of launching a sneak attack.

After the battle started, the two sides were still evenly matched. Li Banfeng did not stay long. He returned to his residence to get the money for painting and went to the mountain again.

There was no thunder this time, so it should be safe to go up the mountain now. The humidity in the mountain is heavier than yesterday, and the drawing paper that Li Banfeng brought with him was quite wet.

After walking around the mountain for more than ten times, Li Banfeng finally found Fu Taiyue. His hands were covered by his sleeves, the tip of the pen was exposed outside the sleeves, and there was a lot of ink on his sleeves.

Yesterday's portrait disappeared, perhaps it had been completed and he had started a new one.

This time, the painting depicts a middle-aged man in his forties, with a brush, inkstone and eyes full of longing.

But Fu Taiyue still didn't paint the hands, and Li Banfeng still couldn't make out the movements of the people in the painting.

Both Zhong Bai and Hong Ying said that being a painter is a difficult skill, but with Fu Taiyue's ability, he should not have any problems with the basics.

"Mr. Fu, why don't you draw your hands? Is there a reason?"

Fu Taiyue was silent for a long time and said, "Have you understood the state of mind of painting?"

Isn’t it too early to talk about mood now?
Besides, I have no intention of getting into painting.

Li Banfeng is not in a hurry to learn painting skills, but concentrates on learning painting techniques first.

He asked Gloves to bring him a desk, paper, pen and inkstone so that he could study and practice at the same time.

It was almost noon and Li Banfeng felt that he had learned enough for the day, so he asked Mitiao to clean up the desk and left a hundred dollars for the old man.

He is a well-known painter in Provo, and the tuition fee is worth this amount. It is natural to pay for learning painting. It is not necessary to rely on words to build a foundation.

Does this old man have anything to eat in this desolate mountain area?
Li Banfeng took two cans and placed them next to Fu Taiyue, then went down the mountain alone.

Fu Taiyue stared at his paintings for several hours.

At night, he used a porcelain cup to collect some dewdrops. He wanted to put them into the inkstone to grind ink, but he was reluctant to do so.

He put the porcelain cup to his lips, his eyes full of desire.

The man in the painting said to Fu Taiyue: "Don't drink it. You must not drink it."

Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and poured the water into it.

The man in the painting warned: "Don't swallow it, spit it out quickly!"

Fu Taiyue held it in his mouth for a while and then spit it out.

He looked at the can on the ground.

This time he really couldn't help it. The man in the painting said again: "You can't eat it, not even a bite, if you eat it, it's over."

Fu Taiyue said, "Wouldn't it be the end if we just wait to starve to death?"

The man in the painting said, "One more day is better than another day. Maybe we can even rush down the mountain."

Fu Taiyue shook his head and said, "I can't go down anymore. There's no point in going down!"

He bit through the tin with his teeth and poured all the meat and soup in the can into his mouth.

He chewed it for a long time, but this time he couldn't bear to spit it out.

He swallowed it and then gnawed open another can.

The person in the painting kept sighing, but there was nothing he could do.

……

That night, Li Banfeng woke up in the middle of the night again.

The record player yawned and said, "Husband, you can't sleep again?"

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"I still want to go out and take a look."

Hong Ying yawned and said, "If I keep going on like this, I'll become mentally ill. I'll talk to the old man someday and ask him to let me go and beat the painter to death so that I won't have to worry about anything."

As he was speaking, Li Banfeng had already packed up his things and left.

Li Banfeng had been gone for a while, and the record player felt something was wrong: "Yingying, I have something to ask you."

"What are you asking again?" Hong Ying asked impatiently, "After he made a scene, you're making a scene again. Are you going to let me sleep?"

"Why does my husband always want to run away?"

"He has a lover outside, are you angry?"

"Look at him, is he going to be promoted?"

"What's the upgrade?" Hong Ying snorted, "He just reached the eighth level. Do you think it's so easy to make money from cultivation?"

"Cultivation, it's easy to make money..." The record player thought for a long time, and suddenly said, "Maybe I really made a lot of cultivation. That mountain may not be drawn!"

Hong Ying didn't understand: "If it wasn't drawn, where else could it come from?"

Where is it?
I couldn't think of a record player for a moment.

"Old man," the record player called out, "call that madman back first."

Suishenju did not respond.

Hong Ying said, "He has been busy repairing the station. He didn't sleep a wink last night and was busy all day. He is sleeping soundly now. How can you wake him up?"

"Repair the train station, the big train station... Tianxin Stone, what a coincidence!" The record player shouted, "Oh no! Old man, get up quickly! Call that madman back!"

……

Li Banfeng went up the mountain. As he walked, he kept talking to himself: "I must find out his intentions, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well!"

The judge asked, "Is it really because of him?"

Not because of him?
Who else could it be because of?

After wandering all over the mountains and fields for nearly a night and walking for countless miles, Li Banfeng finally found Fu Taiyue.

The middle-aged man I painted yesterday was also completed, and today I painted an old man in his sixties, who was Fu Taiyue himself.

He still didn't draw his hands this time.

Li Banfeng looked at Fu Taiyue's hands. His hands were behind his back, hidden by his sleeves. From the outside, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Judging from the previous two contacts, Fu Taiyue is a very cunning person, so we must not rush into the matter of building a slope.

Li Banfeng set up his desk and painted quietly. After waiting for more than an hour, Fu Taiyue spoke:

"Ten years can only exchange for one level of cultivation. The path of cultivation is too difficult."

Li Banfeng responded: "Isn't it the same for every Taoist sect?"

Fu Taiyue sighed, "But there is no limit to the art of painting. I have just started, but my life has come to an end."

Hearing his words, Li Banfeng felt a little relieved. It was obvious that Fu Taiyue had not yet reached the cloud.

"Mr. Fu, your painting skills are already very high."

"I have painted so many paintings for the mountain god. The mountain god told me that only by going to the most yin place can one appreciate the highest realm of painting. Do you dare to go?"

Fu Taiyue began to reveal key information.

When Li Banfeng went to Fu Taiyue's home, he did see the mountain god he painted, which was very majestic.

Did the mountain god ask him to come here?

Fu Taiyue looked at the scroll and repeated, "Do you dare to go to the most yin place?"

Li Banfeng said: "I am still far from that realm, but Mr. Fu has already reached that realm. I think you will dare to go."

Fu Taiyue looked at his painting and said, "But the mountain god also said that if you go to the most yin place, you will almost die."

Li Banfeng asked, "Which mountain god are you talking about? Where is the most yin place?"

Fu Taiyue said to his painting again: "What's the big deal if you survived a near-death experience? You are already so old. If you don't go now, you will never have another chance in this life.
But that place is too special, I may not be able to go there even if I want to."

Li Banfeng didn't say anything else.

He was thinking about something.

Who is Fu Taiyue talking to?

Judging from the current situation, Fu Taiyue has been talking endlessly to his own portrait. He should be talking to himself.

Thinking about the previous situation, has he been talking to himself these past few days?

Fu Taiyue stared at the painting and continued, "The mountain god said that the mountain is coming soon. Do you want to go or not?"

Is that mountain coming?
Can mountains move?
The portrait in the painting spoke, and he was talking to Fu Taiyue: "That mountain came at the wrong time. It's early spring and there's a lot of rain!"

Fu Taiyue shook his head and said, "It wasn't raining when I went up the mountain."

The portrait said, “But as soon as we got to the top of the mountain, it started to rain heavily!”

What happens when it rains?
Fu Taiyue said: "I could have avoided it, but I am old, my eyesight is blurry, and my hands and feet are not as flexible as before."

The portrait sighed, "It would be nice if you could get down the mountain earlier."

"I really want to go down the mountain, but I can't find the way down. I can't find the way down the mountain after being poisoned by them."

The portrait said, "In fact, you have already run down the mountain. If you run another two or three miles, you can get out completely."

Fu Taiyue said: "I want to rush out, but I can't run anymore."

The portrait sighed and said, "You should have cut off your hand at that time. With one hand missing, at least you can save your life."

Fu Taiyue shook his head and said, "I can't live without my hand. That's my right hand. Without my right hand, how can I paint?"

A cold wind blew and dark clouds suddenly gathered.

Rumble!
There was a thunderclap, and Fu Taiyue looked at the portrait and said, "I'll draw your hand. I can hardly remember what you look like. Once I can't remember you, I'll be completely finished."

The portrait did not speak. Fu Taiyue took the brush and drew a pair of arms on the scroll.

Li Banfeng was not sure whether it was an arm. He could not see the hand, nor the upper arm or forearm. He only saw that Fu Taiyue had drawn two segments of flesh on the shoulders of the portrait, which were swollen and twisted.

The portrait said, "My hands don't look like this."

"But my hands look like this..." Fu Taiyue stretched out his right hand from his sleeve.

Fu Taiyue's hand was not a hand, but a piece of flesh like the one in the painting, without skin, like a piece of meat that had been rotten for a long time. Thick pus hung on the flesh, sticking to the brush.

"My hands have become like this, I can't hide them anymore," Fu Taiyue said expressionlessly, "It's over. It's really over this time."

Boom! The thunder roars again!

Wow!
It's raining.

"I'm thirsty! I want to drink water!" Fu Taiyue raised his head, opened his mouth, and drank the rain water greedily.

The portrait cried out: "You can't drink it! You can't drink it!"

After drinking the rain water, Fu Taiyue's head swelled up rapidly, his hair and beard fell off rapidly, and his eyes and ears also fell to the ground.

The body swelled along with the head, the skin cracked layer by layer, and fat and flesh flowed out through the cracks, quickly covering the entire body.

In less than a minute, Fu Taiyue's face was unrecognizable, his body covered with pus, blood and grease. There was only a mouth left on his round head, roaring at Li Banfeng.

"Squeak!"

The cry was so sharp that Li Banfeng was really afraid of damaging his earrings.

What kind of monster is this?

Is this an illusion created by Fu Taiyue using the scroll?

Li Banfeng's figure suddenly disappeared. He wanted to test the opponent by using the technique of rapid observation.

Fu Taiyue stood still. He did not follow Li Banfeng's figure, and seemed not to be harmed by the technique of sightseeing.

"Squeak!"

Fu Taiyue roared again.

The judge's pen suddenly shouted: "Ghost, Dao Lao ghost!"

What is Dao Lao Gui?
Woohoo~woohoo~
Li Banfeng heard the sound of a train whistle, which was Suishenju urging him to go back.

puff!
Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and blew out a puff of black mist towards Li Banfeng.

"Get out of the way!" the judge's pen shouted.

Without the Judge's Pen's reminder, Li Banfeng had already dodged. This black mist must be poisonous.

"Hold your breath and go!" The judge's pen carried Li Banfeng into the air.

Li Banfeng held his breath and was still thinking about how to capture this monster.

This is his territory, and he can't let this devil of a knife ruin it.

The judge's pen flew for a while, the rain was getting heavier, and Fu Taiyue suddenly jumped out of the woods and sprayed a black mist towards Li Banfeng.

The Judge's Pen tried hard to dodge and prevent the black mist from sticking to Li Banfeng.

As soon as Fu Taiyue landed on the ground, he jumped up again, swung his meat-like arms and smashed towards Li Banfeng.

The monster was very fast and the Judge's Pen was not very flexible. Seeing that he could not escape, Li Banfeng let go of the Judge's Pen and it fell to the ground.

A Dao Lao ghost appeared in front of him. Is this still Fu Taiyue?
"Squeak~"

A Dao Lao ghost jumped out from the bushes.

"Squeak~"

Another one jumped down from the tree.

Li Banfeng felt the soil under his feet was loose, so he quickly moved.

A piece of meat broke out of the ground, and a Dao Lao ghost crawled out of the mud.

"Squeak~" The roaring sound was heard all over the mountains and fields.

What the hell are these knives?

What the hell is a knife...

Li Banfeng recalled what the driver had said: "There is a Daogui Ridge on Yangcha Mountain. If you walk one mile on the ridge, not only will you accumulate enough practice, but you can also save up a day's time."

Is this Daogui Ridge?

How come Daoguiling appears here?

PS: In Chapter 39, the driver mentioned Daogui Ridge, which is one of the most dangerous places in Pro Province.

Thanks to Alliance Leader Rich Tianxia, ​​and thank you for your strong support to Sala and Lord Pro.

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