These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 856: Draw What I Draw, Love What I Love
Yesterday's Forest.

The entire forest is a landscape garden. As one of the largest ancient tomb secrets in the world, the embers all over the ground are in a logical cycle, recreating yesterday day after day.

Hence the name Yesterday's Forest.

"Mom, mom, the sea water has disappeared." A little girl in a floral dress came running over.

"Hey, keep your voice down." A beautiful woman was arranging the bright red flowers all over the ground. In the study behind her, a man in white was leisurely drawing talismans.

The little girl squatted down, fiddling with a small red flower, and muttered, "The flower has grown again. When will I grow up? It's already been seven, eight, nine hundred, a thousand, ten thousand years."

The girl was counting in a silly way, and she even forgot about the number while counting.

"The girl won't be cute when she grows up." The woman rubbed the child's head and said with a smile, "Mom likes children. When they grow up, they will be very naughty. It's best to raise them as cute little pets."

"I'm not a pet." The girl shouted angrily, "I want to grow up, I want to grow up."

"It's not time for you to grow up yet." The woman was obviously semi-awakened, but her daughter had not yet awakened, and it was not time for her to awaken.

It would be best if her daughter could be resurrected when she has enough power to overturn the world and look down on all living beings.

Who made her husband an extremely "cautious" man?
Even if there is a 1% chance that something might happen, I don’t want my daughter to grow up. I want her to stay in this most adorable moment forever.

She and her husband often travel, and she often reminds others that children will not be cute when they grow up, so it is better to stay in this eternal moment.

Once they met a family in Xinyi Island. Their daughter was also seriously ill. Like the two of them, she was a person of different races in love.

But she is also prone to genetic breakdown, so out of empathy, she helps them transform their daughter into a ghost.

Because the artist likes to help people who are similar to himself the most, and see how far the life and future of this family of three can go.

Later, even though the couple traveled to the lower world and spent their honeymoon, covering up their memories and unknowingly opening up a new era, the child they raised still did not grow up.

This is probably instinct.

Even after losing his memory, he still liked children and raised some cute babies, even if they later became emperors.

Although in the end, after leaving, she left behind the ashes of the painter to replace her lifeless mother, buried in the tomb, and left.
As the woman thought about it, she recalled the life they had grown up together at the bottom of society.

That year, the young man led a tall horse, left the small village, pulled the laughing girl on the horse, and embarked on a journey to seek immortality under the sunset, imagining a bright future.

Her face showed sweetness.

The little girl in my arms made a fuss for a while, but soon stopped.

Heartlessly, he squatted down and poked the fiery red flowers his mother had planted on the ground with his little finger. They flickered and burned like firewood. "Mom, mom, this flower reminds me of my uncle from before."

The woman seemed to remember something and showed some surprise.
"Xinshenghua?"

Her eyes fell on the spiritual flowers burning with flames, and she said calmly: "In the past, a flower that inherited the flame was lost in this garden, and a dynasty was created when a flower fell."

“Unexpectedly, after Xin Xichen died, he turned into turbid air and found this place, the origin of his Xinhuo spiritual root.”

That year, Jiusui led the kings of the nine continents in a massive invasion of the capital city. The entire capital city was set on fire, and the horrific war for the change of dynasties left countless corpses on the ground.

That day in the imperial palace, Xin Xichen knew that Jiusui's coalition forces were unstoppable, so he used his own Xinhuo ability to cleverly remove the core of the history book that he had studied thoroughly.

Bring the core into the history books of time, and never leave it to Jiusui.

He himself also committed suicide in a special way, splitting himself into two.

After death, the empty shell of the soul was buried in the imperial tomb.

But after Xin Xichen's death, the turbid spirit quietly left the capital and secretly planned to revive his empty shell, preparing to overthrow his own Jiusui Dynasty and welcome the return of his own Xin Dynasty.

Zhuoqi named himself Xinshenghua, which means to bloom three flowers again and live a second life.

And this Xin Xichen really had some tricks up his sleeve. After his death, he traveled around the world and traced the breath of the fire. He found the source and came to the grassland of their Yesterday's Forest.

That day, the painter and Xin Shenghua hit it off immediately, because the painter loved to help people who were similar to himself and see how far their lives and futures could go.

He wanted to see some possibilities for his own future from their future growth.

The painter asked, "What are your goals for the future?"

Xin Shenghua: "I plan to overthrow Jiusui's newly established dynasty and restore the Xin family court."

The painter asked, "Are you going to ascend the throne with your turbid energy, or with your soul and body?"

"Is there a difference?" Xin Shenghua frowned.

The painter smiled and said, "Of course there is a difference. Embers is an eternal and beautiful painting, freezing the most beautiful and young you at that moment, and you..."

The painter looked at the turbid remnant soul calmly, "You will grow old, you will decay, you will slowly become so dirty that you won't even recognize yourself, ugly, disgusting, and nauseating."

Xinshenghua didn’t believe it.

The painter smiled and said, "The more you experience, the faster you age, the more muddy your mind becomes, and the more cunning and sinister you become. Life is not static, everything is developing dynamically, and as long as you are moving, you will age. This is the truth."

"I once transformed into a woodcutter and stumbled upon a mortal immortal who had been constantly reincarnated high in the mountains. I was the woodcutter, and he was a poor scholar. His obsession was to survive, and this terrifying obsession kept him awakening as a Ghost King for dozens of generations."

"Later, we looked at each other in the frozen sea. I was the dragon in the sky, and he was the fisherman looking for the ancient tomb on the glacier. I found that his obsession after awakening in this life had changed. It was no longer about staying alive."

"Even knowing myself as myself changes. What else in this world remains constant? The world is dynamic, subject to change. The heavens and the earth are like this, as are you and me. Change, aging, withering, and extinction are eternal laws."

Xin Shenghua still didn't believe it.

"How about we make a bet?" The painter suddenly laughed.

That day.

The painter once discussed with Xin Shenghua and explored the meaning of life.

Talk about the decay and rebirth of the dead, discuss philosophy under the vast grassland, light a bonfire, discuss the topic of "knowing who I am", as well as plans and fantasies about the future.

After that, Xin Shenghua left.

Xin Shenghua secretly plotted against the Jiusui Dynasty and wandered around Jiuzhou, killing the heroes who founded the dynasty one by one, and tricking them into corruption. He raised fake human slaves and formed walled ranches. Xu Huan from Jiuzhou was just one of them.

In addition, he took away the core of the History Book of Time, forced Jiusui to stay in Beijing, and divided his power in various ways.

Just over 100,000 years passed like this.

A newly established prosperous dynasty quickly declined.

Jiusui also entered old age because of suppressing the history books. Of course, Jiusui also knew that he was in a passive position and someone was plotting against him in secret. He guessed the existence of Xinshenghua and knew that he had not really defeated the powerful Xinhuo Emperor of the previous dynasty, so he made a long plan after his death and prepared to escape.

Moreover, he had an extremely broad mind, and was even prepared to win over the young Emperor Xinhuo in the tomb to defeat the corrupt and dark old Emperor Xinhuo outside.

On the other hand, Xin Shenghua mobilized the rebels to launch a surprise attack. On that day, the red sun shot Jiu Sui's eyes blind, which led to the call for all the major professionals in the world to come to Beijing. Zhujian Villa became famous because of this.

But over the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Salary Flower has gradually aged. It has been a mouse in the dark for too long, and has become dirty and unscrupulous. Its bottom line has been constantly lowered, and even it itself is disgusted by its methods.

I can't even recognize myself anymore.

His mind was like a newly bought canvas, which he wiped every day at first and was spotless. But then it was accidentally stained with a little ink, and the more he wiped, the bigger the ink stain became, and finally he completely ignored it.

So, in this bet that lasted for more than 100,000 years and involved the rise and fall of the Jiusui Dynasty, Xin Shenghua lost.

That day, Xin Shenghua awakened to his own empty shell. He was madly obsessed with his younger and more ambitious self, licking the boots of Xin Xichen, the great and idealistic young emperor. "Burn me, my young self."

"Please ascend the throne, young King of Flame."

This is the last choice of the sick and twisted Xin Shenghua.

Click! ! !

Time returns to the present.

The painter in the room looked at the mother and daughter outside, laughing and talking, "I'm reminded of the bet we made back then."

He sat upright on the throne, silently looking at the exhausted painter below.

At the moment of his death, he used a painter to replace the painter who had been planning the work for tens of millions of years.

The exhausted artist looked at his younger self sitting there, his face filled with enthusiasm. He couldn't help but kneel down and lick his boots. "Young me, this is young me."

"Go away."

The painter kicked the guy away with a look of disgust and said coldly: "We are not Xin Xichen and Xin Shenghua. I will never forgive you, ugly, dirty, disgusting thing."

The fake painter with a weathered face said in disbelief: "I have lived for you for hundreds of millions of years, planning, deducing, accumulating technology, and even my old age and ugliness are all because of you!"

"Give me all your knowledge and memories, and then you can die, like the firewood flower. Your existence only keeps me young enough."

"Waste! I've been stinking for ten thousand years."

The painter raised his hand and crushed the old painter in front of him to death, then silently absorbed the knowledge and system accumulated over tens of millions of years, and discarded those useless emotions and memories.

Yes.

He wasn't the one showing up in the first place.

From the very beginning, he was a fake painter, walking outside, deducing the times for him and pushing the times forward.

He knows better than anyone else.

The more you experience, the more confused your mind becomes, and you get older.

Just like the flower that grows on firewood, because of all kinds of greed and ambition, it becomes corrupt, decadent, dirty and filthy, and even becomes a person that it itself considers ugly.

then.

He then drew a person to do the dirty work for him.

He himself enjoys himself every day and lives a quiet secluded life.

“How can you transform me if you don’t paint me first?”

"All the people in the history books left behind are dead, and the fate that has been stained on me should also be written off."

"Let go of cause and effect, and from now on, no karma will befall you."

"You can survive the last of the three disasters and seven calamities, a disaster of destiny, which is not affected by cause and effect. Once this calamity is over, it is considered complete. Next, you can become an immortal without relying on that sacrifice."

He didn't want to rely on the fate of being an immortal. He thought it would be perfect if he could just leave. He could overcome all the disasters and tribulations and become an immortal without any external help.

Furthermore.

He couldn't let outsiders know that he could paint immortals while he was still a mortal.

When these people from Kyushu ascend to heaven, even if people in the fairy world knew of his existence, they would only think that he was of a certain level. No matter how high his painting skills were, he was still a mortal and could not paint fairies.

Those guys in the immortal world would not bother with a weak dead man who was defeated by mortals, so they covered up the truth of his existence.

"All grudges are settled, and the past is gone."

He took a step out and entered the vast, endless gray sky.

After three months.

When he returned again, he had become an immortal. His background had become terrifying to the extreme, but his aura was restrained and no one could see his strength.

"It's time to die again."

He sighed softly.

This immortal who had just entered the immortal path, his life breath quietly disappeared, he actually committed suicide.

He became an ember again, living with his wife and daughter again, and said calmly: "Embers are originally paintings. Only eternal paintings can preserve my peak moments of youth."

At this moment.

He is only thirty-three years old.

Three months after resurrection, he is still 33 years and three months old. Now he has turned into an eternal beautiful painting again. Time is frozen, and he remains at the age of 33 when he was the youngest, strongest, bravest and most powerful young man.

The wife and daughter are also young, ageless, immortal, and the cycle continues.

"From a long time ago, after my friends left one by one, I knew that there is no eternal beauty in the world. Everything is fleeting. Time makes life fall and fills us with tears."

He turned and walked towards his wife and daughter who were laughing in the garden.

"Only by becoming an eternal painting can I preserve the face of the one I love, a face that smiles and never gets sad, so that we will never have to part with each other again."

He experienced life and death several times, and his wish was finally realized in this way.

Draw eyes that never shed tears, and friends and lovers who are always young and laughing.

When he first became a sacrifice, he hated himself for creating the ashes of world destruction and chose to commit suicide. Later, he understood the ashes and finally chose to become the ashes, freezing the family of three in this moment of eternal splendor.

The embers were no longer rejected by him, but made him happy instead. They were his perfect effort.

The eternal freeze-frame of the embers, the painting he created, will be the most perfect work of art in the world.

Paint what I paint, love what I love.

"Dad, dad, I want to see Uncle Xinhuo back then. He looked silly, but he was very good at amusing me." The lovely daughter, who was frozen in that young and lovely moment, said mysteriously.

"Okay, eat your meal sweetly, Uncle Xinhuo will be here soon." The painter sat on a chair and picked up chopsticks to pick up food for his daughter. The family of three exuded warmth.

After a while, a salary flower was drawn and came to visit immediately.

“I also want new friends.”

Ye Di also showed up, making faces, telling jokes, and even lying on the ground eating dirt, performing his eighteen dirt-eating techniques. He was very funny and made the children laugh.

Embers is not a posthumous suicide note.

It is a beautiful painting frozen in an eternal moment. It is the system that he has thought about, transformed and desired in his heart. It is his gift to the world and his starting point.

Let all flowers remain forever in the splendor of the moment they bloom.

(End of this chapter)