587 Old Scholar Whose Poetry Pours Out Like a River (1/2)

”Can!” Granny Si and the rest shouted in unison.

Deaf grabbed toward the abyss of Without Embroiling City, and his magic power poured out. A pillar of magma rushed into the sky. Deaf used the magma as ink and the land as paper, twisting and turning his brush to paint on the ground.

He used the tail of a fire wolf that had cultivated to near the god realm as the hair of the drawing brush and a god's bone he had found in a ruin in Great Ruins as the handle. Qin Mu had frequently played with it when he was young and always got smacked on the hand by Deaf when he found out.

Fire wolf's tail could not be damaged even when bathed in fire, and the god's bone allowed him to release his power as he liked. He could write to his heart's content!

Deaf was always cultured and refined, and sometimes even slightly inflexible. He had an extraordinary bearing when he was rich and seemed like a prince roaming the land for pleasures. Yet when he was poor and in dire straits, he didn't dare to give a shout but rather squatted in a corner of some street to sell his paintings.

Now, as he held onto his brush, the tip of it suddenly become wild, and he also suddenly became wild. He had the unique spirit of a scholar that was full of vim, a unique deranged and unrestrained side to him!

”Deaf, let me assist you!”

Heroism couldn't help rising inside of Butcher when he saw the tip of that brush painting a blazing picture in the fire. With a wave of his knife, he leveled the land so that Deaf could paint to his heart's content.

With his vital qi as a pillar, Butcher stirred the magma continuously so it wouldn't solidify into rock. While doing so, he recited, ”One's writing brush moves like a dragon or snake, and poetry pours out like a river, achieving character and skill at a prime age! Reporting to the main hall of the emperor, personally selecting and crowning an ensemble of heroes. Who doesn't want to take the head of the dragon, leading straight to riches and extraordinary meritorious achievements?

”Contrary to expectations, creating something big is attaining a good reputation! Former memory, place of worship, Heavenly Painting Country then, Without Embroiling City now. The white-haired and green clothed sigh, creating a gate for visitors once more. Carefully gifting a book of poetry, relying on the immortal wind, blowing to the ocean!

”Returning to the land, with magnificent words, becoming an old scholar!”

His passion for poetry erupted in a poem with a different kind of heroic feeling that described Deaf's life. From Heavenly Painting Crown Prince whose skills were outstanding and who had all the books in the world, he'd went to become someone with a ruined country whose people were dead. He fell into dire straits and had to sell paintings to survive. The poem not only made people feel angry, but also held some sorrow of one growing old.

”Aba!”

Mute stuck his thumb up and a loud explosion rumbled in his dantian. It sounded like a huge sun blazing, and the furnace behind him erupted like a volcano, pouring fire energy at the magma.

Intense fire blazed, and Butcher used his vital qi as a rod to stir the magma. The light of the flame shone on his face and chest, roasting his skin red.

Deaf laughed loudly as though he was drunk and let himself loose. He stumbled around, and his huge brush started to have less and less of a fixed path. It moved like a dragon and a phoenix in flight, like a dragonfly lightly touching the water, like a baby swallow learning to fly, and like an old bull plowing the land.

Behind him, his primordial spirit appeared and raised his brush to paint along with him. He poured all of his meticulous care when writing essays and painting mountains and rivers so that it would unfold on a magnificent scale.

On the side, Qin Mu, Chancellor Ba Shan, Granny Si, and the rest were all stunned.

They had never thought that the solemn and docile Deaf would actually have such a wild and unrestrained side to him.

With magma as ink and the land as paper, he covered a dozen fields of land in flames in just a short time. The painting shrouded in flames was a dazzling sight to behold.

Who would have thought that an old scholar would have such unrestrained heroism?

Deaf drew non-stop, painting the heaven and earth. The sky was white and the land was green. He drew majestic mountains and gods in all kinds of poses, without any two being the same. He drew countless soldiers who looked stern and fierce. They had iron-like muscles and sharp, bright knives and swords.

He painted a battlefield and countless athletic bodies that were mid-leap. Qin Mu and the rest were certain that the gods and the fierce army in the painting wanted to jump out!

The explosive force of the figures' muscles with which they were swinging their knives, thunder and lightning that was about to burst forth from the cloud layer, the heavy rain that was about to fall, the gales that came blowing, the tornadoes that were wreaking havoc, the mountains that were crumbling, and the boiling sea were extremely real!

Deaf was drawing a vast world and bringing it into reality!

Butcher's poem had caused his inspiration to explode, and it poured out of him. The awakened heroism and power of creation in his chest made him sink into a kind of crazy creation. He spoke without restraint, indulging in his own fantasy.

After some time, Blind said nervously, ”The army of the devils is almost here! They're some hundred miles away from here!”

Deaf didn't listen and continued to paint.

Blind frowned and said, ”Eighty miles!”

Qin Mu raised his head to look and saw the pitch black devil qi there rolling around there like a black fog. Formation markings opened in his eyes, and his heart trembled violently. He saw countless huge devil monsters passing by mountains like a flood. As they ran, they swung all kinds of weird spirit weapons while screaming all the way.

Their clothes were tattered and did little to cover their bodies. They didn't look like devils of Luofu Heaven but like people escaping for their lives.

They had huge bodies and ran as if they were flying. They were in all kinds of strange shapes as if they had been pieced together from different lifeforms. Their muscles and organs were all deformed, and they were much scarier than the devils.

Some monsters had heads of all kinds of creatures, and their arms were formed from countless arms twisted together. Some of the monsters were only white bones, somehow formed from skeletal frames. There were some who had eyeballs of all sizes on their faces and some who were like centipedes with countless legs.

Their weapons were extremely primitive—big bone clubs with flesh on them. Their eyes sparkled with bloodlust and they destroyed everything in their way.

”These aren't devils but monsters from Youdu!”