Two Worlds: I Became an Immortal

Chapter 89 Encounter on the road
Outside Shangqing Mansion, Song Yunyuan slowly walked towards Qi Shan, but when the sun set in the distance, Qi Shan was still not in sight. Just when Song Yunyuan was about to find a place to rest for the night, he caught a glimpse of a fire not far away.

Seeing the fire, Song Yunyuan thought for a moment and then strode over.

Soon, Song Yunyuan saw several groups of people on both sides of the official road, making fire and eating dry food.

Song Yunyuan strode over and immediately saluted when he saw this scene.
"Everyone, would you allow me to rest here for a night?"

A few men nearby looked at each other and laughed, "You can ask the painter. He was the one who started the fire here. We just asked for a place."

Hearing this, Song Yunyuan turned to look at the man standing alone.

When the man saw Song Yunyuan turning his head to look at him, he immediately said awkwardly, "This is an uninhabited place, there is no need to talk about permission or not, just do as you please."

Upon seeing this, Song Yunyuan expressed his gratitude. Noticing that the people around him had almost filled up all the space with their luggage, he sat down near the painter.

The painter next to him seemed a little uneasy at the moment, and was constantly sorting some scrolls in his hands.

Song Yunyuan couldn't help but find it funny when he saw this. Judging from the other person's appearance, he was already past the age of twenty, but why did he still seem to be afraid of meeting strangers?

At this moment, Song Yunyuan's eyes couldn't help but linger on the other person for a moment.

Although he is a painter, his clothes seem to be quite simple, and there are traces of mending on many parts of his body.

The stitches are dense, and the seams don't look particularly obtrusive, but rather give off a clean vibe.

It can be seen that the person who was mending the clothes was very attentive.

"Bata."

It seemed that because of Song Yunyuan's gaze, the young man became more nervous. The scroll in his hand fell down at this moment. The scroll was blown lightly by the wind and rolled into the fire.

Seeing this, the young man suddenly became anxious and rushed towards the scroll.

But before he could move, a hand grabbed the painting, picked it up and handed it back to him.

"Thank you, brother!"

The young man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.

You know, this piece of paper is drawing paper, which is more expensive than the large blue and white paper. One piece costs more than ten copper coins. If he burns one piece, it will be enough to make him feel sad for half the night.

Just a dozen copper coins! That's enough to buy a dozen pancakes!

Therefore, at this moment, the young man looked at Song Yunyuan with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Song Yunyuan smiled and waved his hand. He took off the gourd from his waist and raised it up, then took a sip of the fine wine without spilling a drop.

The wine flowed down, and under the light of the fire, it looked like a waterfall, which was extremely beautiful.

The young man nearby couldn't help swallowing when he saw this, then he took out half a piece of bread from his arms and started to eat it.

At this moment, Song Yunyuan also lay down behind him and stared at the moon in the night sky.

"In mythology, there should be a Taiyin Star Lord on the moon in the sky. I wonder if there is one in this world?"

Song Yunyuan stared at it in a trance, his eyes were dizzy and he couldn't see anything on the moon.

After watching for a long time until midnight, Song Yunyuan yawned and fell asleep.

The next day.

The group got up and started packing their bags when it was still dimly light, as they were going to set off in advance.

The painter who was leaning against the next door had also stood up. After seeing Song Yunyuan open his eyes, he immediately smiled at Song Yunyuan, then packed up his things and prepared to leave, but the direction he was going was the same as the Qishan where Song Yunyuan was going.

"Brother, are you going to Qishan?"

Song Yunyuan caught up with the other party in a few steps and then asked.

Ming Wenping grabbed the strap of the box and nodded slightly.

"I am also going to Qishan. I heard that there is a strange man on Qishan who can carve lifelike wood sculptures and can even walk on the ground. Is this true?"

This time he went to Qishan just to find this strange man. If the other party could really carve living things out of wood, perhaps he had learned some Taoist magic.

Ming Wenping scratched his head after hearing this, and after thinking for a moment, he shook his head, "I have heard of this amazing woodcarver in the mountains, but I have never heard of a living woodcarver in the mountains."

Song Yunyuan was a little disappointed when he heard this. Was this just another rumor?

Just as Song Yunyuan was thinking, the Qishan Mountain in the distance was already within reach. There was a little mist in the mountains, and Qishan Mountain was looming in the mist.

Standing here and looking from afar, you can see a fine ink painting spread out in front of you. It is truly a beautiful scene.

Ming Wenping was shocked when he saw this, and then he quickly took down the box and started painting.

Song Yunyuan couldn't help but stop for a moment when he saw the painter in front of him outline the mountain range with just a few strokes. Then, under Ming Wenping's brush and ink, the entire Qishan began to slowly appear on the drawing paper.

Song Yunyuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw this, but he also felt that Ming Wenping's painting skills were quite good.

The appearance of Qi Shan in front of him was gradually revealed in the other party's writing.

Just as Song Yunyuan was staring at the other person and continued to paint, Ming Wenping's next stroke was about to touch the mountains. This scene made Song Yunyuan frown, and he subconsciously stopped the other person.

"We can't keep clicking like this here."

Ming Wenping was stunned for a moment when he saw this, then looked up at Song Yunyuan in confusion.

At this moment, Song Yunyuan gently pointed at the belly of the mountain in the painting and said, "Add a stroke of the brushwork here."

Ming Wenping was puzzled when he heard this and hesitated to write.

"Write."

Seeing the other person like this, Song Yunyuan tapped him lightly on the head.

Ming Wenping had a weak character to begin with, and after being hit by Song Yunyuan, he felt as if he was threatened, and immediately started writing according to what Song Yunyuan said.

When this stroke was finished, Song Yunyuan continued to point at one end of the mountain, "Continue with another stroke here."

At this time, Ming Wenping didn't dare to say anything more, and continued writing as Song Yunyuan said.

After the two strokes were completed, Song Yunyuan stood there and watched quietly for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction, "It's done."

"Okay?"

Ming Wenping was puzzled when he heard this. He lowered his head and looked carefully at his own scroll. He was stunned when he saw it.

Qi Shan, who originally only somewhat resembled someone else, now seemed to have a bit more spirituality in his painting, as if he was about to jump out of the painting at the next moment.

Just by standing in front of the painting, one can seem to feel the quiet and peaceful mountains in the early morning, as poetic and picturesque as ever.

Ming Wenping looked at his hands in disbelief. Is this really a painting that his own hands can draw?
(End of this chapter)