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Chapter 146 Reaching the Peak
The 305th year in the dream world is the 101st year for Terence Tao to study music.

He finally got tired of it.

He stared coldly at the zither in his hand, his eyes were icy, and he uttered two words indifferently:
"Boring."

He slowly raised his hand and smashed the zither to the ground, letting the broken remains of the instrument scatter all over the ground.

On this day, Terence Tao smashed all his musical instruments.

On the one hand, it was because he had already reached the pinnacle of musical technique and could no longer improve.

On the other hand, he had run out of inspiration and could not compose any new music.

Inspiration comes from life.

But he lived a repetitive and boring life.

"I want to live. I can't commit suicide according to the dream controller's intentions."

Terence Tao murmured.

After three hundred years of solitude, a person with a weak mind would have given up struggling long ago.

I was deceiving myself. It was just a dream. It didn't matter if I died. I just committed suicide.

But Terence Tao won’t.

There is no doubt that he is a man of determination.

Movies and TV dramas always like to portray the villain as a clown who can't do anything.

In fact, villains often possess unyielding perseverance.

The villain is just bad, and sometimes it’s not even because he is bad, but just because he has a different stance.

There is no doubt that Terence Tao's perseverance is far beyond that of ordinary people.

During his three hundred years of solitude, he never had any thoughts of suicide.

He is constantly fighting.

In these eternity, try your best to stay alive and not go crazy.

Loneliness, boredom, despair, these emotions were suppressed in his heart, as unshakable as a rock.

After stopping studying music, Terence Tao once again fell into endless loneliness.

His life was filled with eating, sleeping and daydreaming.

He sat by the stream every day, watching the clear water flowing slowly and listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the grass and trees, as if he had become a part of the world.

But this peaceful moment soon turned into oppressive silence, like a huge rock pressing on my heart.

Loneliness continued to eat away at his patience.

This boring day lasted for a month, and finally, Terence Tao couldn't stand it anymore!
He could no longer live aimlessly, as this would easily drive him crazy.

Tao began to think and look for new interests and a new way to kill time.

This time, he set his sights on painting.

Although he had almost no painting knowledge, he threw himself into it without hesitation.

If you don’t have a paintbrush, make your own!
Terence Tao combines bird feathers with tree branches and fixes them with strong resin to make exquisite paintbrushes.

If you don’t have paint, make your own!
Tao grinds natural coal into powder, mixes it with water, and melts it into ink. He also extracts various colored plants into pigments.

If you don’t have drawing paper, make your own!
Terence Tao uses tree bark as raw material and makes simple hemp fiber paper through the processes of peeling, pounding, frying and baking.

Although these handmade painting supplies are rough, they are far less refined than modern painting tools.

But for Terence Tao, it's enough.

Terence Tao officially began to learn painting from scratch.

No one taught him painting techniques; he had to figure it out on his own.

At the beginning, his paintings were very ugly, but he did not give up. He relied on his own observation and understanding of the world and explored it stroke by stroke.

half year later.

Tao mastered the use of perspective, shadow, and color, and began to be able to restore real objects.

He painted rocks, flowing water, flowers and plants, birds flying by the stream and animals running in the forest.

He used his brush to record every scene in his dream world, as if these paintings were his dialogue with this lonely world.

He created many exquisite works.

As the years pass.

Ten years later.

Tao's painting skills have reached new heights and even begun to break through the boundaries of reality. His works are no longer limited to the scenery in front of him, but have entered a whole new realm of imagination.

He constantly experimented with new styles, from meticulous realism to romantic impressionism to surreal abstraction.

He integrated all the knowledge he gained, no longer sticking to one particular school of painting, and even began to try to create his own style.

He combined reality and fantasy, painted the bizarre and strange scenes in his mind, and created a whole new painting style.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Terence Tao has become the most versatile painter of all time.

His painting skills have reached the pinnacle and there is no room for improvement.

Whether it is classical painting, ink painting, realism, impressionism, abstraction, or fauvism
He knew them all.

Whether it is the elegance of ink, the thickness of oil paint, or the precision of lines and the collision of colors.

He has created his own style, a style that does not exist anywhere else on earth.

One day, Terence Tao got fed up, put down his paintbrush and stood in front of his paintings.

There was no movement for a long time.

Since that day, Terence Tao has never touched a paintbrush again.

"Four hundred years, when will it end?"

Terence Tao murmured.

Four hundred years of loneliness, no one understood, no one experienced.

He walked slowly to the stream alone, letting the cold wind blow across his face.

When loneliness enveloped Terence Tao's life, he resolutely decided to devote himself to another art to fight against loneliness.

He turned his attention to calligraphy.

It is not the regular script or running script of Chinese calligraphy, but English calligraphy.

Like Chinese calligraphy, English is also an ancient art.

There are Island, Carolingian, Gothic, Court Cursive, etc.

Feathers and branches became his pens, coal was ground into ink, and linen fiber paper was processed from tree bark and plant fibers.

Terence Tao started with the most basic Italian italic script, stroke by stroke.

As time went by, his brushstrokes became smoother and his calligraphy gradually evolved from childish to sophisticated.

The fonts are becoming more dynamic.

Ten years later, his Italian italic script was like a stream, flowing freely and naturally.

He developed his own unique calligraphy style, in which every stroke bears an undisguised personal imprint.

However, Tao was not satisfied.

He began to pursue the beauty of cursive script, the elegance of Tengwa script, the simplicity of Roman script, the mystery of Anselm script...

Each type of calligraphy font is his inner monologue, recording his lonely time.

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed.

Terence Tao has reached the pinnacle of English calligraphy.

His Tengwa style is as smooth as clouds, his Roman style is as unrestrained as the wind, and his Ansel style is as simple and ancient as a stone tablet.

He not only mastered the English calligraphy that existed on earth.

He also created a unique calligraphy of his own.

A dynamic font between fantasy and reality.

Terence Tao calls it the seal style.

Calligraphy in the seal style written by Terence Tao.

Sometimes it is wild and unrestrained like lightning, sometimes it is calm and peaceful like an ancient bell, and sometimes it is agile and elegant like flowing water...

He has mastered calligraphy so well that any calligraphy master on earth would be nothing compared to him.

"Boring."

This year, Terence Tao tore up all his calligraphy works.

I never touched calligraphy again.

(End of this chapter)