Two Worlds: I Became an Immortal

Chapter 91: The Mountain is Not a Mountain

"I think you know what I am saying. I am here just because of your reputation. I have no ill intentions."

Song Yunyuan looked at the burly man beside him with a very sincere tone.

The sturdy man hesitated a little when he heard this.

However, at this moment, Song Yunyuan waved to the duck beside him, and the duck immediately walked quickly towards Song Yunyuan.

Looking at his appearance, he seems to be not afraid of strangers at all.

The sturdy man couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene. He was a little surprised why the duck could run towards Song Yunyuan as soon as he waved his hand.

You know, this duck is not like this normally.

Seeing Song Yunyuan's serious expression, the big man stared at him for a long while before extending his hand, "Please come in and have a chat."

Seeing this, Song Yunyuan smiled and followed the other party into the house.

Ming Wenping was a little worried when he saw this, but since Song Yunyuan had already entered, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the house.

The two of them sat down, and the duck followed them in.

Judging from its appearance, it is no different from an ordinary duck.

Just after listening to what Song Yunyuan said just now, Ming Wenping's eyes also looked towards the duck frequently.

But with his eyes, he still couldn't tell what was different about this duck.

"I don't know why you two came to me."

The big man asked the two men to sit down and poured tea for them personally.

After hearing this, Song Yunyuan's tone became quite sincere, "I heard that the woodcarver here can make the animals he carve come alive. I admire him and want to learn this skill."

The big man was silent for a moment after hearing this, then turned and went to the kitchen, "Let's talk about this tomorrow."

When the big man turned and left, Ming Wenping stretched his neck to look, and when he could no longer see the man, he whispered, "Sir, is this duck really carved out of wood?"

At this moment, Ming Wenming lowered his head, finding it hard to believe that the little duck beside him could actually be a living creature?
"Yes, it is indeed carved out of wood. This technique is really amazing."

Song Yunyuan lowered his head and said something as usual.

Upon hearing this, Ming Wenming turned his head and looked at Song Yunyuan. Is this method really powerful?
Sir, you were able to tell at a glance that this duck was different from the others among so many ducks and determine that this duck was carved out of wood. Isn't that also unusual?

Ming Wenping secretly felt that Song Yunyuan in front of him seemed extraordinary.

The big man in the kitchen fiddled with it for a while, then returned to the house with the food and asked the two to sit down.

Ming Wenping was a little worried, but he felt relieved when he saw the big man pick up his chopsticks first.

After the meal, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The next day.

The big man had already gotten up to fetch water and chop wood, and the water tank outside the house had already been filled with a lot of water.

Ming Wenping had also gotten up and was staring at the mountains in the distance in a daze, and the pen in his hand had not yet touched the scroll.

"Sir, get up!"

After noticing Song Yunyuan getting up, Ming Wenping also hurriedly stood up.

Song Yunyuan nodded. Seeing that the other party had not started painting yet, he felt a little strange. "Why? Is there anything difficult about painting this mountain?"

Ming Wenping scratched his head when he heard this, with a look of distress on his face.

"Sir, I followed you before and heard you say that painting a mountain requires attention to its spirit and charm, and only when you know the mountain can you paint it. But when I saw this mountain today, I felt that it seemed a little different."

Song Yunyuan thought about it after hearing this, and then couldn't help but smile, "Look at the mountain and it's not a mountain?"

Ming Wenping was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed, "Yes, that's the feeling. The mountain is clearly right in front of me, but why do I always feel that it is a little different than before?" "It doesn't matter. It just means that when you look at the mountain, you see a little different. The mountain is still the same mountain, and it is still a mountain when you look at it."

Ming Wenping was confused when he heard this and found it difficult to understand what Song Yunyuan said.

Seeing this, Song Yunyuan did not continue to explain, "Look at the mountain as it looks, that is what it is, just draw it."

After seeing this, Ming Wenping thought for a moment and then began to write.

Song Yunyuan stood behind the other person and watched him draw the mountain. After a moment, an ink landscape painting appeared on the paper.

Compared with the mountain painted by the other party when I first saw it, the painting in front of me was obviously different. The mountain and its aura were integrated, and there was a lot more charm in it.

Seeing this, Song Yunyuan couldn't help but nodded.

Although I don't know much about painting, it is obvious that the current painting is much better than the previous one.

When Ming Wenping came to his senses and looked down at the painting in his hand, he admired it carefully for a moment and then his eyes were filled with surprise.

He could also feel the highlight of this painting.

"Thank you sir for your advice!"

Ming Wenping was delighted and quickly thanked Song Yunyuan.

Song Yunyuan waved his hand and turned to look at the big man who had already chopped the firewood.

"By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet?"

"Mo Ruoang."

The big man cupped his hands.

"Song Yunyuan, this is the painter I met on the road, Ming Wenping."

Song Yunyuan introduced himself and also introduced Ming Wenping who was standing next to him.

Mo Ruoang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw this, and his eyes turned towards Ming Wenping.

You're meeting someone on the street and you're calling him "Sir" right now?
"Regarding yesterday's incident, I wonder what you think about it? If you are willing to teach me this technique, I will not disappoint you with the reward."

Song Yunyuan changed the subject and talked about the matter of carving living creatures from wood.

Hearing this, Mo Ruoang sighed, waved at the two of them, and walked towards the workshop.

Seeing this, Song Yunyuan and the other man followed.

"To be honest, the duck you two saw yesterday was actually made by my father. It's just that not long after my father figured out this technique, he passed away, and this technique disappeared."

"I have not learned this skill. After my father passed away, even though I kept practicing it, I still could not succeed."

As they were talking, the three of them arrived at the workshop together. Various carved ornaments were scattered around the workshop, and they looked very realistic.

But compared to living things, there are some differences.

Song Yunyuan couldn't help but frown when he saw this. He originally thought that the other party knew this technique. After all, he did see the living duck.

But now it seems that I am still a step late.

Song Yunyuan hesitated again before giving up. After a little hesitation, he said again, "Could you please carve it again for me to see?"

"This is not a difficult task. If you are interested in this, just watch from the side."

As he spoke, Mo Ruoang took the wood and started carving in front of the two of them.

Mo Ruoang's speed was extremely fast, and in just a moment the wood had taken shape.

(End of this chapter)