Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

Two years later, Ai Ji 569.

More than 90 kilometers south of Nandu, there is a rather remote rural town.The town is sparsely populated, mostly old, weak, sick and disabled left behind.Young and middle-aged men and women have all rushed to the metropolis hundreds of miles away in search of a more comfortable life. Few of them can bear the poor, backward, and boring living environment in small rural towns.

Outside the town, beside the deserted road, there is an abandoned thatched cottage.

It was evening and dusk, but there was a light rain.

The rain fell in streams along the thatched eaves, and the road at the door was already muddy and full of puddles.The four sides of the house are made of rotten wooden boards that see through the light. Fortunately, although there is rain, there is no wind, otherwise even if you hide in the house, you will be exposed to the rain.

The sky was gloomy, and the light in the thatched cottage was very dark, making it difficult to see.

"Pong."

A flame suddenly appeared in the thatched hut, the flame flickered, and immediately jumped to the ground, landing on a pile of dry firewood that appeared at an unknown time.Usually when lighting a fire and lighting a firewood, the flame will first dim for a while, and then gradually rise to a higher flame.But I don't know what the nature of the flame is. As soon as it fell on the firewood, the fire did not diminish, and the dry firewood was ignited in an instant, and the fire became more intense.

The phoenix lay comfortably on the dry grass beside the fire, in a posture that made Wu Tian quite speechless...

The drawing board was put aside by Wu Tian, ​​he looked at the continuous drizzle outside the house, and his heart was peaceful.

In the past two years, Wu Tian has walked through many places with this drawing board on his back, and whenever he feels something in his heart, he will pick up the brush and put it into the painting.Because of his strong spiritual power and his incomparable concentration when painting, when others look at his paintings, there will always be a sense of "immersiveness" like hallucinations.

Along the way, some good people gave him the title of 'soul painter'.

In addition, he also gave paintings to several people who were interested in him, so the rumors about his painting skills, painting skills, magic power... became more and more mysterious.After he became famous, his works were actually fired. Some of the paintings he had given away had already been acquired by some wealthy collectors through various means.

But Wu Tian didn't really care much about whether the person who got the painting from him sold it for money or had to sell it.

After all... the reason why he memorizes a drawing board and travels the world to paint at will is only because in the past few years, he suddenly recalled himself in the first life, and remembered the man named The ordinary youth of 'Wu Tian' once had something called 'dream' or 'ambition'.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Wu Tian's mouth, he glanced at the drawing board beside him on the ground, on the board was a thick stack of drawing paper, on the pure white paper was a picture drawn with a special carbon pen A picture scroll: pedestrians, landscapes, nature, cities...

Or freehand, or realistic.Wu Tian has no so-called style of painting, his only style may be his "Painting Way" which is called "soul painting technique".But it was just a by-product of his spiritual magic cultivation, Wu Tian didn't take it to heart.

'Becoming a great and powerful painter'... such a thing that is no longer worth mentioning in his eyes now, was indeed the original dream in his heart back then.

As for why it is the 'original'... Heh, after all, how can a young man's mind be so unshakable, and he is not the protagonist in a young man's manga.In just a few years, after realizing clearly where or how limited his talents are, and also experiencing the torrent of various online novels at that time, the boy named 'Wu Tian' soon changed to He set a goal: 'to become an unconventional writer whose works are both best-selling and compelling'.

Closing his eyes, Wu Tian couldn't help but laugh, and the images of the past were floating in front of his eyes.This journey is not only a process of consummating the first life, but also a process of cutting off the worries of the first life in his heart.It has been two and a half years, and now it seems... the traces of the "Wu Tian" of the first life in his heart are very shallow.Just like footprints in the snow, they will probably be buried by the wind and snow in a short time without a trace.

Opening his eyes, Wu Tian took out a notebook from his bosom, flipped his wrist, and a Chenguang Blackwater signature pen that he used to use when he was a student appeared.He opened the notebook, turned to the place where he wrote it last time, thought for a while, and continued to write: [... Uchiha Sasuke is out of school, and he didn’t see his brother Uchiha Itachi to pick him up, so he was alone Go back to the family gathering place. …The sky just got dark, and the alley was already empty, Uchiha Sasuke felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart...]

At this time, a series of footsteps came from the door.

"Hey!" Three people, two tall and one short, rushed in against the rain. They seemed to be pedestrians who came in to take shelter from the rain. The rain outside was getting heavier.

One of the taller two patted the water stains on his body and complained: "It's a crime! I came to such a remote country, where there are dirt roads everywhere, and it's hard to walk..." It turned out to be a tall woman, look at her The clothes are bright and bright, the complexion is extraordinary, and there is a sense of fashion, probably from a big city.

"Okay, you've been complaining all the way!" The short man said helplessly, "Didn't I hear that the 'soul painter' appeared near here? It just so happens that we are not far away, let's try our luck!"

"It's just a painter, what's so good about it?" The woman was still dissatisfied. She glanced at a middle-aged man who was writing with his head down by the fire in the thatched hut, and found that the man was plainly dressed and had an ordinary temperament. She curled her lips inwardly. .

The other person who came in together was their bodyguard. As soon as he came in, he was carefully observing the environment in the room and the only person in that room.He soon discovered a rather strange fact——

The inside of this house did not seem to be as bad as they thought: although the thatched cottage was dilapidated, it did not have that musty smell; although it was lighted from all sides, there was no cold air seeping in, let alone rainwater leaking in; It was a rainy day, but the muddy ground did not become wet and muddy, but rather dry...

The short man exchanged a glance with the bodyguard. The bodyguard shook his head to indicate that there was no danger, and the man walked closer to the fire with his female companion.Only then did I realize that the middle-aged man beside the fire was lowering his head, writing something in a notebook.

When he wanted to take a look, he found that no matter how carefully he tried, he couldn't see what was written in the man's notebook.There is only the shadow of a group of blurred handwriting, flowing quickly under the pen, but I can't tell what is written, as if covered by a layer of fog.

His heart trembled, the short man originally wanted to chat with the middle-aged man, but suddenly he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he felt that he shouldn't do this, so he simply stood aside silently with his two companions.

"I don't know when the rain will stop!" the woman muttered with folded arms.

"Originally, I wanted to wait in the car for the rain to stop, but you didn't come up with it yourself to get some air!" The short man said angrily.

After a while, when the woman's eyes wandered randomly, she suddenly noticed a red pigeon sleeping soundly on the hay beside the fire!What a beautiful red dove, the woman's eyes lit up immediately, and she was about to point at the dove to say something, when the short man beside her also exclaimed in a low voice: "My God..."

The woman nodded: "Yes, my God, how can there be such a beautiful pigeon?"

The man didn't respond, and the woman turned her head strangely. She didn't see the man, but when she looked down, she found that the man had squatted down, lay on the ground with his buttocks out, and was looking at something carefully.The woman probed her head and saw that it turned out to be a drawing board, and on the drawing board was a stack of thick papers, and on the top piece of paper was a picture of a small village in the rain...

When the short man saw this picture inadvertently, he thought he had arrived at the destination of his trip.Suddenly, I realized that I was just staring at a painting.After regaining his composure, he realized with a start that only the rumored 'spirit painter' could make such miraculous paintings!

He rubbed his hands together, agitated by strong thoughts, even Wu Tian's random hint technique couldn't stop his idea of ​​striking up a conversation, the short man approached Wu Tian who was writing beside the fire...

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He didn't want to be disturbed by others, so Wu Tian habitually placed trigger-type spiritual magic 'suggestion' all over his body, but since that person had already struck up a conversation, Wu Tian would not completely reject him.

After some conversation, Wu Tian learned that this short man is a well-known rich man in the southern capital, and his greatest hobby is collecting various famous paintings.The reason, seems to be that this person once aspired to become a great painter when he was a child, but his talent was blunt and rotten, but in the end he started his career by writing books, entered the business world, and gradually gained his current wealth.After becoming famous, the man has not forgotten the dream of the year. Since he can't draw by himself, he should collect other people's masterpieces and appreciate them.

In the past year, he heard about a wandering painter, who was greatly praised by many people, even those in the circle of his hobbies were talking about it.The man was dismissive at first, but after seeing an authentic work of the so-called 'soul painter' at a friend's house, he couldn't help but become obsessed.Over the past year, he has inquired about the traces of the 'soul painter' through various channels.

Wu Tian couldn't help being a little funny when he heard it.

Seeing him smiling, the man looked nervous, and couldn't help turning his eyes to the drawing board on the ground beside him, tentatively asking: "Master... can I... that... um... look up... um... that... ..."

"Look at it as you like." Wu Tian said, opened the notebook again, and continued to write.The firelight reflected on his face, his extremely calm expression flickered.

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