Although they were shocked, everyone looked at Meng Chuan's posture. In the gap between the world, there were painting desks, stools, paper, brushes, and paint trays... Obviously he was planning to paint.
"How precious is the time to practice in the gap between the worlds. Brother Meng doesn't seize the time to practice, but instead paints in the gap between the worlds?" Yan Chitong wondered.
"With such indulgence and spontaneity, it is no wonder that the level of skill is at the bottom among the three feudal lords, gods and demons." King Anhai said secretly, he looked down on those who did not cherish time the most. He himself cherished time very much, except for dividing time. Apart from the matters of "guarding the city gate", almost all of his thoughts are on practice. Now that I see Meng Chuan wasting so much time in the world, I naturally disdain him.
King Zhenwu was also a little surprised: "King Anhai and I were only ordered to protect the three of them for one year. After one year, King Anhai and I need to be more attentive to hunting for treasures. This year... He actually paints? I can’t understand this Junior Brother Meng.”
Meng Chuan was good at painting, and he used painting to explore the secrets of his heart. Only a few people in the mountains knew about it in the early Yuan Dynasty.
Even the ‘Yuanchu Mountain Lord’, who had a head-to-head confrontation with Meng Chuan, knew about the fourth level of Meng Chuan’s Yuan Shen, and did not know that Meng Chuan relied on ‘painting’ to explore his true heart.
None of them agreed with what Meng Chuan did.
From the perspective of gods and demons, how precious is the opportunity to watch the ‘Birth of the World’ practice? Don’t practice spiritual practice, but paint? Too indulgent.
Of course when everyone looks at Meng Chuan’s paintings, no one tries to ‘preach’ them. After all, they are all brothers. Meng Chuan is also a top-notch king, god and demon, and he is not a child, so he does not need their teaching.
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Sitting on a stool, with the wind blowing in the gap between the worlds, Meng Chuan mixed the paint, held the brush and was about to start writing, but hesitated and looked up at the purple thunder.
The purple thunder was domineering and dazzling, and the electric snakes chopped down wantonly, like a huge thunder and lightning tree. It tore through the darkness and brought about the beginning of the world.
"How to paint?" Meng Chuan hesitated while holding the brush, "The thunder in the long river of time and space is so vast, it is thousands of times more shocking than the ordinary thunder and lightning seen in the human world. It is impossible to completely draw it with a pen."
Meng Chuan's talent in painting is indeed much higher than that of swordsmanship, and he has long surpassed 'painting skin, painting bones, and painting soul'. To this extent, when he was young, Meng Chuan drew the "Phases of All Living Beings" to condense his soul.
For a master of painting like him, if he wanted to paint, he would naturally focus on the essence of this purple thunder.
"The essence of this thunder and lightning..."
"I am a lord of gods and demons, and the long river of time and space is a darkness in my eyes. The purple thunder I see may be just it. It's just a part of the truth." Meng Chuan knew himself, "Even this part is extremely vast."
"I have no choice but to take it apart and draw it."
Meng Chuan. A master of painting, of course, had a way to "divide it into many paintings, and each painting is dedicated to a certain aspect of thunder and lightning."
"The first painting depicts the destruction of thunder and lightning." MengChuan raised his head and looked carefully at the purple thunder that lit up in the darkness in the distance.
It is different from practicing swordsmanship in the past.
This time I will observe it purely from the perspective of painting, mainly observing the ‘destruction’ of thunder.
"The destruction of thunder and lightning... can also be painted from different angles." Meng Chuan shook his head gently. The purple thunder became more and more gorgeous as he looked at it, but it was really difficult to paint, even for Meng Chuan. Hard work.
Meng Chuan finally started painting.
The first painting is a series of purple electric snakes. Meng Chuan painted it very carefully. The purple electric snakes are connected to each other and combined with each other, and their power is constantly superimposed and gathered.
Meng Chuan was completely immersed in this first painting. He painted in detail the combination of three thousand electric snakes. In the end, these purple electric snakes formed a huge 'Thunder and Lightning Tree', which took a day It took me half a time to draw this picture.
"The first painting is done." Meng Chuan wrote his name in the upper right corner of the scroll - Endless Phase of Destruction.
For a day and a half, without sleep, Meng Chuan became more energetic.
Every soul is blooming with spiritual light.
Obviously, the painting ‘Thunder’ has caused the slow transformation of the Yuan Shen. Meng Chuan does not care about this. It is very difficult to reach the fifth level of the Yuan Shen from the fourth level of the Yuan Shen.
"My painting of the 'Endless Image of Destruction' of thunder and lightning has exhausted the power of my writing." Meng Chuan looked up and saw that the purple electric snakes gathered endlessly, forming such a terrifying power that was really heartbreaking. shock. Meng Chuan's painting has reached his temporary limit.
"The second painting."
Meng Chuan put away the first scroll, put the new drawing paper away, and started to write.
A thunder began to appear on the paper.
Thunder strikes!
Penetrate through layers of dark obstacles!
This painting is just a scene of "a thunder and lightning piercing the darkness", but Meng Chuan painted it very carefully. The thunder and lightning are like a "spear" piercing through the layers of darkness, and there is thunder and lightning every time it pierces. In stimulating external dispersion. Then they gathered together and continued to split into the next layer of darkness.
It took nearly a day to paint this painting. Meng Chuan wrote his name in the upper left corner - the return of destruction.
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Meng Chuan painted without sleep. In fact, King Zhenwu, King Anhai, Xue Feng, and Yan Chitong also worked without sleep. At their level, eating, drinking, and sleeping were not important. , even replenishing water can be taken directly from heaven and earth.
Time passes day by day.
Meng Chuan paints paintings, each painting is completely different and has a different style.
It may make people feel hopeful and moved, or it may make people despair, or it may make people feel palpitations...
'The phase of the silence of life'...'The phase of selflessness in the void '...'Nine Heavenly Phases of Void'...'Divided Wave Phases of Lightning'...
Every painting depicts purple thunder from different angles.
"Yes, it should be so elegant and wanton."
More than half a month later, Meng Chuan was happily paintingAs he continued, streaks of thunder and lightning were roaming freely on the paper like dragons and snakes. When the last stroke was finished, Meng Chuan felt very happy. This was the last of the fifteen paintings, and it was also the most complicated and time-consuming one. The painting took him six full days.
"Beautiful."
Meng Chuan praised it and wrote his name in the upper right corner of the scroll - The Dragon Phase of Lightning!
"Twenty-three days, fifteen paintings." Meng Chuan looked at the last painting in front of him. Thousands of electric snakes were painted on this painting, and countless lightning bolts had their own trajectories, which was elegant and unrestrained. Wanton, but like one body, this 'Wandering Dragon Appearance' looks full of beauty. Compared with the real purple thunder, this painting really seems like thousands of dragons and snakes are swimming around.
But this is indeed an aspect of Purple Thunder.
"Manpower is sometimes poor."
Meng Chuan looked up at the scene of the birth of the world, "Fifteen paintings are the best I can draw when I look at Purple Thunder. Draw everything I know about it."
Fifteen paintings, the 'fifteen aspects' of thunder.
"Huh."
Meng Chuan sat on a stool and waved his hand, and fifteen paintings appeared and floated around him.
After turning over his hands and taking out a bottle of wine, Meng Chuan drank the wine and looked at his fifteen paintings happily. The more he looked at them, the more satisfied he became.