Poetry and Painting

Chapter 415: Poetry and Painting

The butcher at that time was a madman, domineering, invincible, lonely, and well-educated, not as vulgar as he is now. He was not only good at knife skills, but also well-educated. The poems he wrote were bold and unrestrained, and he himself became a famous talent at that time.

His swordsmanship is called Tian Dao, and he is also called Tian Dao. Each of his moves is poetic, expressing his true feelings in a refreshing and exhilarating manner.

If there was a ranking of literary talent in Canlao Village, the first place would be the deaf man, and the second place would be him. Although he became crazy and swore all the time, he was the most famous writer at that time.

He had challenged almost all the masters at that time. Even Pangong Tso, the great master of the Golden Palace of Loulan, had to hide in the Golden Palace and dared not show his head.

He was full of confidence. Apart from having an annoying apprentice, his life was already perfect. Of course, his apprentice was also very capable. His name was Bashan, also known as Badao.

Forty or fifty years, the wind and rain are dark and I won't see them again. The passing clouds are like a ray of sky!

Don't boast, heroes are the people's wish after the disaster. Looking around the sea and sky, there is smoke all the way!

The butcher created the vast narrow gap between horizontal and vertical lines, and he pushed the fighting skills school to an unprecedented height. At that time, there were many people in the martial arts world who learned to use swordsmen, and the fighting skills school became the mainstream, suppressing magic and swordsmanship.

At that moment, the butcher could no longer resist and swung his knife toward the sky. He was not the kind of person that Yankang Imperial Master was. Yankang Imperial Master was seeking reform, but he was seeking a quick death!

"After I created this move, I immediately tested the sword technique. That sword cut the sky in half."

The butcher brandished his knife, and the technique he used was exactly the same as the endless stream of light. He did not display any power in this move, he just performed the move once.

He put away his knife and stood there with a strange look on his face. He calmed himself down and seemed to be recalling his crazy period. "Then I saw a strange scene. The sky was cracked and there were no stars outside. I was very cautious and did not go up to the sky to see it immediately. Instead, I found a few like-minded friends who were proficient in divination."

Qin Mu's heart was slightly moved. The butcher was actually very cautious? He always had a hot temper. When he encountered something, he would just get down to work and chop with his knife.

"This kind of personality is just an illusion deliberately created by Grandpa Tu. Anyone who believes that he is a reckless man is probably dead already." Qin Mu thought to himself.

"So I drew my sword for the second time and slashed at the sky, while my friend calculated the thickness and height of the sky, but this time something went wrong."

The butcher stopped talking. After a while, he said sadly, "My friends are dead. An eye appeared in the crack in the sky that I cut open. It was a huge eye, a strange eye. When I saw it, I felt my soul throbbing, as if it was about to be pulled out of my body by this eye. However, my body was very strong, and my heart beat, suppressing my soul. But my friends could not suppress it. They..."

The corners of his eyes twitched and he fell silent again.

"I didn't immediately go to the sky to find the owner of the eye. I took my friend's body to their home, settled their family, and buried them properly."

The butcher was stunned. "I knelt down and begged their family for forgiveness. One of the friends was my sworn brother. The eldest sister-in-law was very kind, but she slapped me. Then the eldest sister-in-law told me to get out, as far away as possible, and not to seek revenge. I knew what she meant. If I went to seek revenge, I would die. But I went anyway."

He smiled and said to Qin Mu, "My friend, my brother, died in an unclear way, and it was because of me. How can I not take revenge? A man is eight feet tall, with tendons all over his body, a heroic spirit in his heart, and a big knife in his hand. Why don't I take revenge and speak out my heart? My sister-in-law loves me and doesn't want me to die, but my knife and my heart are upright and I will take revenge! So I took the knife to the sky alone. Hehe, many people say I am crazy, right?"

Qin Mu nodded silently.

Too many people said that Tian Dao, who drew his sword toward the sky, was a madman. Tian Dao went up to the sky to fight with the gods. The sky was dark, covered with dark clouds, and thunder.

People at that time said that the battle was about Tian Dao, the strongest fighter, going insane and challenging the sky. This battle was almost passed down as a myth by later generations.

The Heavenly Sword was cut in half, and blood was spilled on the earth. From then on, the martial arts school lost its strongest master, but it was still prosperous. When the Yankang Imperial Master rose to power, because the martial arts school was brave and aggressive and killed people at every turn, the Yankang Imperial Master challenged the entire martial arts school and killed many famous masters. From then on, the martial arts school began to decline.

"I fought my way up to the sky, but the sky is only this thick..."

The butcher pinched it with his thumb and index finger and found it was no more than three inches thick.

Qin Mu did not know whether to laugh or cry. The sky was 100,000 miles high and 300 feet thick. This was calculated by him, Xu Shenghua, Wang Muran, Lin Xuan and others. The butcher was always careless and he was also a poet so he liked to exaggerate. Three inches was just a metaphor.

"I fought my way up to the sky and saw many strange formations."

The butcher stared at the sky in a daze. "The sky is only a thin line wide, and there are many automatically running formations in it. It is very complicated and presents the shape of the sun, moon, stars, and galaxies. I was furious at the time and felt that this damn sky was fake. The poor Taoist old cow noses were still calculating the celestial bodies every day, but in the end, all they calculated were fake. The common people still worship the sun and the moon every day, but in the end they are worshiping these things. I wanted to chop these things up and smash them to see how you can still fool people. Then..."

Then, Tian Dao encountered the god, the god who guarded these false celestial phenomena.

Tian Dao fought with the gods, and his body was cut in half and fell down.

His lower body was taken away by Wu Zun, as was the severed hand of a god. It was later stolen back by Qin Mu and is now in the hands of the butcher.

"I never met the owner of that eye, nor was I able to avenge my friends. I am now disabled and useless."

There was madness in the butcher's eyes, but his spirit was still stable: "I have no face to go back to see the families of my friends, no face to see my sister-in-law, and no face to die. My friends are watching me..."

He seemed to be neither crying nor laughing: "I can't let them support a disabled me, nor can I let Bashan see my disabled appearance. There are only Heavenly Swords who died in battle in this world, but no Heavenly Swords who are still alive. It was raining and snowing at that time, and I crawled and crawled until I reached Daxu. The ground was all cold and muddy. It was a blind man who picked me up and brought me back to the village. This stinky blind man always blames me for this incident..."

The butcher looked sad and said, "Last year, when I left Daxu with the blind man, I still couldn't help but go to see my eldest sister-in-law. She is old, her eyesight is blurry, her brain is not working well, and she can't recognize me. Her grandson followed her. She can no longer walk and can only sit in a recliner. Her grandson said that the old lady said the most that she should not have let my second brother go."

The butcher's eyes were filled with tears, but his tone was still calm: "I accompanied her through her last days. She was still talking about me before she died. She didn't know I was by her side. She said she was the one who killed me..."

Qin Mu fell silent.

The butcher cheered up and said, "Although I didn't stay in the sky for a long time, I saw a lot of things. The sun, moon and stars in the sky are actually formations in a small space. It seems to me, it seems to be..."

He looked at the deaf man who had been transformed into a bull and said, "It's like a painting. But the sun, moon, and stars are not painted things. They really exist and move automatically. They are hidden in the painting and operate in the world of the painting. I have also seen the deaf man's words. They are very clever, but I can't do that yet."

Qin Mu was slightly startled: "There is a formation in the picture, showing the magnificent scene of the sun, moon and stars?"

"Moo!" A big black bull beside Qin Mu said angrily. Several female deer monsters next to him were trying to flirt with the big black bull.

The butcher drove away the deer demon, put the butcher knife on the bull's head, gestured, and the black bull trembled.

The butcher stabbed his knife into the cow's neck and cut off the hide carefully. The deer monsters fled in panic.

The deaf man rolled out of the cowhide and complained, "You butcher, you almost hurt me."

"The sky is like a painting, but not entirely a painting. The sun, moon, and stars in it all look like refined treasures. This painting completely covers the real sky and has maintained the formation of the sun, moon, and stars for tens of thousands of years. You can't do it because your cultivation is shallow."

The butcher put the butcher knife back into the sheath and said, "Those gods in the sky should be lackeys guarding the celestial map, not real gods. They are very strong, not weaker than the guys in heaven. But I didn't see the owner of the divine eye, he should not be in this world. He noticed me when I was exploring the celestial phenomena, so he looked at me."

A map covering the entire world. The sun, moon, stars and galaxies in the map are all formations that can operate on their own. The map is three hundred feet thick and one hundred thousand miles high.

Qin Mu was not only troubled, but also felt that this was something that could be made by a human.

“At the time, I didn’t see beyond the sky.”

The butcher looked gloomy and said, "My knife only cut the Heavenly Map, not the back. My body was so strong at that time that I didn't die, but I went crazy."

In fact, until now, the butcher still has crazy attacks from time to time, often curses God, and is somewhat cynical.

The people in Canlao Village are a group of people who have been beaten to a pulp. Both their minds and bodies have been hurt, and they are all somewhat cynical.

"I can also paint, and I can draw what I see in the sky."

The butcher said, "But my drawings are not as good as the deaf man's. Mu'er, give me a few days, and I will draw those formations for you to see."

Qin Mu was extremely surprised.

The butcher was big and strong, as strong as the reincarnation of a bull demon, and his face was covered with a lush beard. Whenever he shaved with a butcher knife, a string of flames would come out!

Such a rough man is actually a master of both poetry and painting, and is even revered as the Heavenly Sword!

The deaf man was not surprised and said, "In our village, the person with the least cultural background is the blind man. The butcher's poetry and painting are both first-rate, but he did not put all his heart into poetry and painting, otherwise he would also be remembered in history."

Qin Mu looked at the blind man, only to see the blind man staring at the deaf man with his bright eyes.

In the past two days, the butcher has been hiding in his room, constantly painting. Qin Mu did not disturb him. Si Yunxiang contacted the young master and said, "The master has gone to the West and is on his way back."

Qin Mu was surprised: "The master went to the West. Could it be that he met his old lover?"

At this moment, a voice was heard: "Master Yankang, please see the Emperor!"

Qin Mu turned around, looked in the direction of the voice, and laughed: "Why are you so polite, Heavenly King? Just say you are here to see the leader! Calling him the Human Emperor is too polite!"

Si Yunxiang was very impressed: "I can't flatter you enough for being so shameless."