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    "Yes!" Granny Si and the others said in unison.

    The deaf man grabbed into the abyss of Wuwang City with his hands, mana gushed out, and a stream of magma shot up into the sky.  The deaf man grabbed a large brush, used the magma as ink, and the earth as paper, and painted on the ground.

    His pen is made of the tail hair of a fire wolf who has cultivated to the level of supernatural powers, and the rod is made of a divine bone obtained from a ruin in Daxu. Qin Mu often used it to play with it when he was young, but he would always be beaten by a deaf man.  palm.

    This kind of fire wolf's tail hair can be bathed in the fire without being hurt, and the god bone can release mana to its heart's content, and write articles heartily!

    The deaf man has always been gentle and refined, even a little pedantic, although he has extraordinary style when he is rich, like a high-ranking prince playing in the world.  But when he had no money, he was poor and destitute, squatting on the corner of the street selling paintings without even daring to yell.

    But now, holding his pen, the stroke of the pen suddenly became wild and wild, and the whole person suddenly became wild and wild, with the unique vigor and madness unique to a scholar who slams Fang Qiu!

    "Deaf man, let me help you!"

    When the butcher saw his brushstrokes, wandering brushstrokes and paintings burning in the flames, he couldn't help feeling a surge of pride, and he swung his knife to level the ground, so that the deaf people could enjoy it.

    Using vitality as a pillar, he stirred the magma in the air with the pillar of vitality in his hand, so that the magma would not freeze into stone, and chanted in a long voice: "The pen is like a dragon and a snake, the words are full of rivers and rivers, and the young year is full of virtue and art!  To be crowned among the heroes. Whoever does not take the dragon's head will be spared, and his achievements will be outstanding."

    "It's too much for him. It's a great reputation! Reminiscing about Zeng, looking at the place where we worshiped, the sky map in those days, today there is no false city. Sighing at the white-headed green shirt, and making Binhong again. I would like to write a volume of poems and essays, fighting the wind of immortals  , Blow to Pengying!"

    "Return to the land, incense and pick up beauty, and become an old scholar!" Note 1

    He has a lot of poetic sentiments, and each song has a heroic taste. It tells the whole life of a deaf man. From the prince of Tiantu, the leader in technology and industry, the book is full of the world, to the ruin of the country and family, poverty, selling paintings for a living,  People can't help feeling both impassioned and sad and gray-haired.

    "Abba!"

    The dumb gave a thumbs up, and there was a loud bang in the dantian, like a burning sun, and the iron furnace behind him was like a volcano erupting, and the blazing firepower poured into the magma.

    The fire was raging, and the butcher's vitality was like a pestle, stirring the magma. The fire illuminated his face and chest, roasting them red.

    The deaf man laughed loudly, as if he was drunk, he indulged himself more and more, his footsteps staggered, and his brush became more and more uncertain, like a dragon or a snake, like a phoenix flying, like a dragonfly touching water, like a baby swallow learning to fly,  Plow like an old cow.

    Behind him, the primordial spirit emerged, holding a pen and painting with him, pouring all his heart and soul into writing magnificent articles and mountains and rivers.

    Beside, Qin Mu, Bashan Jijiu, Granny Si and others were all stunned.

    They never imagined before that the deaf man, who has always been serious and honest, has such a reckless and unrestrained side.

    He used magma as ink and the earth as paper, and within a short period of time, he filled the ground with a radius of tens of acres with magma flames, and the paintings on the ground were shrouded in firelight, so golden that it was a bit dazzling.

    Who would have thought that an old scholar would have such hearty pride in his heart?

    The deaf man kept drawing, drawing the sky and the earth, the sky was blank, the ground was green, he was drawing the wind, cloud, thunder and lightning, he was drawing Weiwei mountains and rivers, he was drawing gods and demons with different postures without a single duplicate, he was drawing an endless army,  Chilling, charging, those steel-like muscles and muscles are ferocious, and the sword is sharp and bright.

    He drew the battlefield, and drew countless leaping postures. Qin Mu and others just took a look at it, and felt that the gods and demons and the ferocious army in the painting were about to jump out of the painting!

    The explosive power of those muscles, those figures who slashed down with knives, those lightning and thunder that are about to burst out from the clouds, those torrential downpours that are about to erupt, the whistling hurricane, raging tornado, collapsing mountain, boiling sea,  It's so real!

    Deaf, is drawing a magnificent world, is making this world come true!

    The butcher's poems made his inspiration explode, his feelings agitated, and the pride and creative power in his chest were aroused. He was completely silent in this crazy creation, expressing his heart directly and indulging the fantasy in his heart.

    After an unknown amount of time, the blind man said nervously: "The demon army is about to arrive! There are still a hundred miles away from here!"

    The deaf man turned a deaf ear and continued to paint.

    The blind man frowned and said, "There are eighty miles left!"

    Qin Mu raised his head and looked eighty miles away, where the dark demonic energy was rushing towards this side like a black mistAt the end of the day, there was no need for them to enter the battle, and they didn't need to be desperate, the vanguard army of the demons was actually blocked.

    Blocked by one person!

    The deaf man swiped his pen and continued to paint. Gods and demons and soldiers jumped out of his pen and rushed to the battlefield, fearless of death. The wind, rain, thunder and lightning swept across the sky, but they did not touch the army of gods and demons.  On the head of the army of the demons.

    These armies of gods and demons are all people in the painting, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the painting have nothing to do with them.

    "Could it be that these Youdu demon army rushed into the world in the painting of Grandpa Deaf?"

    Qin Mu suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart and thought of a possibility. However, the painting of the deaf man must have a boundary, so where is the boundary of the world in the painting?

    He looked around and could not see any boundaries of the painting.

    The deaf man's way of painting is so high that one can admire it, and it is so advanced that Qin Mu needs to concentrate on learning again!

    "Yankang Guoshi said that the deaf grandfather alone can stop a million soldiers, what he said is true!"

    Qin Mu said in his heart: "And this sentence is just the evaluation of Grandpa Deaf by Yankang Guoshi after Tiantu Kingdom was destroyed and the capital was turned into 18 levels of hell."

    Note 1: The words of Shi Xiaoyou in the Song Dynasty, Man Tingfang, and Zhaizhu have been slightly changed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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