Two Worlds: I Became an Immortal

Chapter 90 Entering Qishan

As a painter, he knew very well how valuable the painting in front of him was.

Therefore, Ming Wenping stared at the painting for a long time at this moment, but he still found it hard to believe and thought that this was not a painting that he could draw.

Ming Wenping quickly came to his senses and quickly stood up and bowed to Song Yunyuan. His eyes had become blazing at this moment. "Sir, do you know painting?"

"don't know."

Song Yunyuan waved his hand and answered lazily.

"But if you don't understand, how can you know where to start? These few strokes have enhanced the artistic conception of my painting dozens of times!"

Ming Wenping was also stunned when he heard what Song Yunyuan said. He didn't understand why Song Yunyuan said that he didn't understand painting.

If he doesn't know how to paint, how can you teach him to paint like this?

“I understand mountains.”

Song Yunyuan smiled and looked at Qishan ahead.

He didn't understand painting, but he understood mountains. With the Taiqing Lingjuan's ability to perceive all things, it was a very simple matter for him to give the other party a few pointers.

Ming Wenping was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

So, the paintings he painted over the years never sold for much, is it simply because he doesn't understand mountains?

He just looked at the mountains and painted them, but the gentleman in front of him understood mountains and was able to capture the essence of the mountains.

Thinking of this, Ming Wenping had a vague understanding in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to have found his own shortcomings.

"Sir, this is your painting!"

Thinking of this, Ming Wenping became even more delighted, and quickly took down the painting and was about to hand it to Song Yunyuan in front of him.

Song Yunyuan didn't show any intention to take it. "It's just a scroll. Keep it for yourself."

Judging from his appearance, his family is quite poor. I guess he makes a living by painting.

"But I am already very grateful for your advice just now. How can I keep this painting?"

Ming Wenping became anxious upon seeing this. He felt that he really could not keep this painting.

"Consider it a reward for your making a fire last night."

Song Yunyuan replied, "I still need to go into the mountains. Do you want to come with me?"

This guy got up in the middle of the night after falling asleep and made a fire. He shared some of the fire with other people, as if he was afraid that others would catch a cold. He really has a kind heart.

"Of course I want it!"

Upon hearing this, Ming Wenping quickly responded, then packed up his things and followed immediately.

"What's your name?"

"Ming Wenping!"

Ming Wenping replied respectfully, "What's your name, sir?"

"Song."

The two men walked one in front and one behind towards the deep mountains. Occasionally, when they saw a stream, a giant tree, or a pond, Ming Wenping would ask to paint a picture there.

Seeing this, Song Yunyuan did not urge him and let the other party paint the scenery of this place. If he saw something wrong in the painting, he would speak out to stop him.

They kept doing this until the sun went down, when they finally arrived deep in the mountains and saw a small courtyard in the distance.

There is a fence outside the yard, with a few chickens and ducks raised inside. On the right side, there are several cultivated fields planted with some vegetables.

It looks like a secluded place.

"May I ask if the owner of this place is here?"

Ming Wenping had received a lot of guidance from Song Yunyuan along the way, so he suppressed his timid personality and shouted into the yard with courage. "What's the matter, you two?"

After the words were spoken, there was no response from the yard, but the voice came from behind them.

The two looked back and saw a strong man carrying a huge tree and walking towards them.

Ming Wenping was somewhat surprised at the other party's strength, and quickly bowed and said, "We two have come here to play in the mountains. It is already dark. Can we borrow this precious place to rest for a night?"

Hearing this, the sturdy man took a look at the two of them. Seeing that they both looked like thin and weak scholars, he immediately let down his guard.

Given how frail these two men looked, he felt he could knock them down with just two punches if they had any ill intentions.

"come in."

Thinking of this, the sturdy man walked forward, opened the gate, and welcomed the two men in.

"No one comes here on weekdays. I'll clean up the side room for you later. You can stay there for one night."

The sturdy man said something to the two of them, and then walked towards the kitchen, apparently to prepare food.

After Song Yunyuan came in, he looked around curiously and soon noticed an open house on the side, which contained various tools used by woodcarvers.

On the side, there are some carved birds of various kinds.

It seems that this strong man is the person he is looking for.

However, these wood carvings are all dead objects, and do not seem to be alive as rumored.

"Mr. Song, this person seems to be the one you are looking for!"

Seeing this scene, Ming Wenping couldn't help but whisper something to Song Yunyuan, looking around curiously.

Seeing this, Song Yunyuan nodded.

However, judging from the current situation, he would return empty-handed.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then they saw the door suddenly darken, and then the big man walked in.

Seeing the two of them here, he looked around and looked at them with a frown.

These two people looked as if they had come here specially.

"What is your purpose here, you two?"

The sturdy man looked at the two of them, his expression gradually becoming somewhat unfriendly.

Seeing this, Song Yunyuan was not in a hurry. "I heard that there is a master in Qishan who can carve wood to life. I wonder if it is true?"

"Nonsense, how can such a thing happen?"

Upon hearing this, the sturdy man shouted coldly and prepared to drive the two men out.

Seeing the strong man approaching, Ming Wenping was a little scared, and hurriedly pulled Song Yunyuan outside, apologizing repeatedly, "Brother, we just heard about this strange thing, so we wanted to see it, we don't have any bad intentions."

Song Yunyuan had also been brought to the yard at this moment. Seeing this scene, he thought the rumors were false and prepared to leave immediately. However, as he walked outside, he lightly tapped his feet and his spiritual power sank into the ground.

At this moment, Song Yunyuan suddenly paused, but his eyes looked towards the poultry not far away.

"That duck doesn't look alive."

Song Yunyuan was looking at the flock of ducks in the distance, but his eyes were involuntarily locked on one of them.

Compared with other ducks, this duck is no different, but it lacks a little spirituality.

Song Yunyuan didn't notice anything at first. It was only when the two of them came out that the flock of ducks became slightly agitated, and then Song Yunyuan realized something was wrong.

The sturdy man's expression did not change at all when he heard this. "What nonsense are you talking about? Those ducks are just ducks. There is no such thing as living things or not living things."

(End of this chapter)