Yun Feimiao looked at the blank scrolls in confusion. He didn't even know what to draw.
Good students like him are never afraid of various exams. What they are afraid of is that the questions are not written clearly and they have no idea how to answer them.
“Paint what your heart desires.”
An old voice suddenly came from all directions, making it impossible for Yun Feimiao to find the person who heard it.
Yun Feimiao had no choice but to reach out to grab the paintbrush, but found that the brush was not easy to hold and it would move away by itself.
Every time Yun Feimiao was about to hold it, it would suddenly jump away. Yun Feimiao almost thought it was a flying monkey.
After failing to grab the pen ten times, Yun Feimiao simply gave up.
After all, things never happen more than three times. He has already caught three times and more than once, so he won't waste any more time.
They could only stay in the talisman tomb for three days at most. Yun Feimiao wanted to get out as soon as possible and thought it would be better to make good use of the time to paint.
Since this person doesn't like him, there's no need to force it.
Yun Feimiao tried the paint next to him again, and he found that compared to the paintbrush, the paint was definitely more obedient and did not fly all over the place.
But there was a hint of rebellion in his honesty. Yun Feimiao couldn't get the paint to reach the surface with his own brush. He then tried to dip his finger, and it was immediately stained with color.
Yun Feimiao's gaze shifted to the blank scrolls again, fearing that the scrolls were also rebellious and would not allow him to paint with his fingers.
Fortunately, these scrolls were well-behaved and did not reject Yun Feimiao's fingers, so Yun Feimiao dared to paint with confidence.
After confirming that the paint and the scroll were in good condition, Yun Feimiao began to think about what he should paint.
If you were to say what he was thinking about, the things he was thinking about every day were either related to cultivation or those messy evil spirits and his warning dreams.
He really wanted to find out what force was behind the evil spirits and Luo Shuangbai and others who were stirring up trouble in Canglan Continent.
It didn't matter if he didn't know what force it was, but he wanted to know why those people were persecuting the Canglan Continent, and whether they would succeed in the end.
He could feel that Tiandao was trying to save itself, but he didn't know which side's power was stronger.
Every time Yun Feimiao thought about these things, he felt a headache. He shook his head and threw all those thoughts away.
The things he often thought about were like a cloud of fog, not suitable for drawing on paper, and it would not look good if drawn!
He doesn't like anything that is not good-looking except those that are extremely practical.
Then paint what your heart desires.
He hoped that Xie Yang could remove the life-replacing and fortune-stealing array from his body as soon as possible, so that everything would go smoothly and peacefully from then on.
He hopes that the Yun family can always be united, harmonious and stable.
He hopes that all the disciples of Wanjian Sect can always be united, friendly and help each other like they are now.
As for the bad apple Luo Shuangbai and Situ Xin who has the hope of joining the direct disciple team, I hope that all their conspiracies and calculations will not come true, and instead they can contribute to the peace and stability of Canglan Continent.
He also hoped that the cultivation world of Canglan Continent would always be so harmonious, with the elders being kind and the younger ones being respectful, and the tradition passed down from generation to generation without interruption.
He hoped that Canglan Continent would always remain just Canglan Continent, and would not become a vassal of other higher planes, nor a slaughterhouse for other creatures.
He hopes that all forces targeting Canglan Continent will eventually destroy themselves.
With the wish in his heart, Yun Feimiao took action as if assisted by God.
He painted many landscapes of Xizhou and many details that had happened in the Yun family.
The eldest brother, who has always been the eldest grandson in the family, led a group of little kids to do morning exercises in the training ground. The second brother, who followed the eldest brother's lead, corrected everyone's movements one by one from behind.
When practicing martial arts, the third brother was always the most serious one, but he always used too much force and broke several wooden partners every day.
The fourth brother didn't like practicing martial arts or basking in the sun, so he quietly moved to the shade and stood with his sisters.
The fifth and sixth brothers and the sisters all listened to their eldest brother and were always focused when practicing martial arts no matter where they were.
Only the second sister had to tidy up her hair and clothes from time to time. The eldest sister was afraid that she would be punished, so she always covered for her secretly and helped her keep watch.
Yun Feimiao recalled what he looked like at that time, and then added two silly guys with bright smiles in the brightest sunlight.
One was him when he was five years old, and the other was Xie Yang who was fattened and grown taller by him.
At that time, they were encouraged by their third brother and determined to become a sword cultivator who was fearless of the scorching heat, bitter cold, wind, frost, rain and snow.
He even listened to his third brother's nonsense and chose the sunniest place to practice martial arts on sunny days. On rainy days, he refused to go to the practice room and ran to the training ground instead.
In the end, this stupid behavior ended with him catching a cold in the rain and his third brother being beaten up by his uncle.
Yun Feimiao was slightly distracted as he looked at the two idiots on the screen. It seemed that Afeng hadn't smiled so brightly in a long time.
Everything related to the Yun family was warm and beautiful to Yun Feimiao, and he unknowingly drew many of them. However, those beautiful scenes later on were not accompanied by Xie Yang. Yun Feimiao felt sorry for him and couldn't help but add them in.
He hoped that Xie Yang had never left, that Xie Yang had never suffered those hardships, and that Xie Yang could grow up happily and carefree with him.
But that was just hope. What had happened could not be changed, so Xie Yang was just a faint shadow that always stayed by his side in the picture.
Perhaps because he was thinking of Xie Yang, Yun Feimiao unknowingly drew many paintings related to Xie Yang.
There were times when he practiced sword with himself, times when he and Gong Zhuo joked around, and times when he and Xie Fei studied formations together.
When painting Xie Fei, Yun Feimiao thought of Xie Yang's biological parents who passed away young, his eldest brother with a broken leg, and his missing fourth brother.
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