Speaking of painting, Japan is a well-deserved comic kingdom. This country has endless painting talents. It is not only limited to comics, but also a great feature of exquisite illustrations that are praised by people.

But many of their cultures were passed down from China, including painting.

This nation has an admirable talent. They are good at learning the civilization and technology of advanced countries. As early as the Han and Tang dynasties of China, many Japanese came here across the sea and learned humbly. But they did not just imitate. After learning the culture of China, Japan will innovate on this basis to form their own unique culture.

"The second game of the competition is called painting, which is actually not only more than painting, but also the realm of cultivation." Chixue Izumo asked someone to prepare necessary tools for painting such as paper, pen, pigment, etc. "In this second game of painting, we use the form of painting to interpret why "immortals". Whoever reflects the deeper cultivation in the painting will win. It is still limited to one hour. Now we can start painting."

After saying that, Chiyu Izumo picked up his brush and started painting on the paper.

Li Xiaochen looked at her blankly and was stunned. He didn't know how to write. Using paintings to interpret what "immortals" is and how to reflect his cultivation level? This is indeed a big problem for Li Xiaochen. What's more, he knows nothing about painting. It's okay to do whatever he wants to do. It would be embarrassing to show off his skills in a formal occasion.

Li Xiaochen still didn't know what to do when he lifted his brush and thought for a long time.

From ancient times to the present, many predecessors have practiced hard just to become true immortals and have fulfilled their merits. But why do they insist on pursuing "immortals"? What's the best thing to be an "immortal"?

Looking back on the various experiences of Tianmeng, Li Xiaochen became even more confused. The fairy world is like the human world, with intrigues and wars. Immortals will also die. However, they know immortal skills, have long lifespans, and have greater blessings than humans.

But what's the point of being an immortal like Tianmeng? Living longer than a human means suffering more than a human. What's the pleasure? Even if you have supernatural powers and chatting and laughing, the masts and oars are gone in the end, it's just a big dream. A person as cruel as Tianmeng will end up like that?

The immortal is still in the six realms of reincarnation. When his life ends, he still wants to reincarnate. In this life, Li Xiaochen has experienced many vicissitudes. If every life is a dream, then when will this dream be awakened?

Li Xiaochen felt confused. What is an immortal? Chaoxia, Xixia, Tianmeng, Immortal Emperor... Do they really think the word "xian"?

After thinking for a long time in confusion, Li Xiaochen still couldn't find the answer. Time passed by minute by minute. Qianxue Izumo had already drawn half of her drawing paper. But Li Xiaochen didn't move a single stroke.

"I'm so anxious!" Meimei saw Li Xiaochen's dazed look and couldn't help but jump on the spot for a few times, "Why haven't he started to draw? If he drags on, the time will come!"

Lu Bingbing didn't know why, so she couldn't say a word to Meimei.

"He is looking for the answer." Xue Mu was standing beside the two of them at some point, "What exactly is an immortal? How can I write if I can't find this answer? Old man, do you have the answer in your heart? What are we trying hard to cultivate immortality for?"

Yan Gong, who stood beside Xue Mother, was silent for a long time and said, "It seems simple questions are actually difficult to answer. Just like in life, we have walked more and walked farther. Gradually, we forget why we have to walk on the road of life. After practicing immortality for a long time, we also forget our original goal. What is an immortal and why we want to become an immortal? Who can give the answer?"

Lu Bingbing and Meimei were so confused by their words, and they began to think that these things were so complicated.

Elder Qinggu looked at Li Xiaochen, wondering how this young young man who had been practicing immortality for less than a year would answer. In fact, all immortals would be confused about this question. Because ordinary people have no fixed nature and consciousness, and their minds are unstable. How many people are there who truly clarify their goals, move forward straight forward, and stick to the end?

"Husband..." Just as Li Xiaochen was in a dilemma, Qin Yufei's weak call came from the inner hall. He immediately put down his brush, came to the bed, and looked at Qin Yufei.

"Our child..." Qin Yufei, who was tearful, twitched her lips in pain, and couldn't continue to say anything.

Li Xiaochen held her hand tightly and said with tears in his eyes: "Don't be sad. If the child is gone, you can get pregnant again. If you are gone, it will be really irreversible. Be cheer up and I will be with you."

Qin Yufei held back her tears and nodded. But not long after, she glanced at Hattori Tenzo outside, covered her abdomen miserably, and cried in dismay: "My child."

This scream was heartbreaking. Li Xiaochen could hardly control himself and was about to shed tears. Qin Yufei pressed her face against Li Xiaochen's hand. Tears fell into her hand. The silent choking made people feel even more uncomfortable than the heartbroken cry.

Li Xiaochen, who couldn't bear to see her so sad, was really stimulating. He suddenly felt a pain in his head and couldn't help but rub his temples. But at this time, many strange scenes suddenly flashed in his mind with a bit of familiarity. Someone else echoed in his ears.

"Sword Valley, do you think I look good?"

"Why don't you dare to look at me? Hey, is it because I'm so beautiful, are you afraid that you can't control yourself, or is it because I'm so likable, are you afraid that you will fall in love with me?"

"Sword Valley, can you draw a picture for me? Let's start drawing from here..."

At this moment, Li Xiaochen suddenly grabbed something in his mind. He quickly returned to the easel, picked up the brush, and wanted to draw a picture that flashed through his mind just now. But at this moment, his head hurt even more, so painful that his head seemed to explode.

"Sun Yingying... can you do me a favor?" Li Xiaochen covered his forehead, called Sun Yingying over, and said a few words in her ear.

Sun Yingying looked at Li Xiaochen in shock and asked, "Why do you have to do this?"

"Go quickly. I don't have time to explain to you!" Li Xiaochen, who was suffering from a splitting headache, urged her to take action immediately.

Sun Yingying found a few students and told them to go out for work. Then she went to make a cup of tea for Li Xiaochen herself.

Mayor Jiang couldn't understand his intentions, so he had to kindly remind him: "Xiao Li, there are only ten minutes left. If you don't write, it will be too late."

Li Xiaochen nodded to him, indicating that he understood, and then took a sip of tea.

"Puff." As soon as the tea was in his mouth, Li Xiaochen sprayed the tea onto the drawing paper, "Sun Yingying, this tea is too light and difficult to put in. Can you help me add some sweet ones?"

"Oh!" Sun Yingying took away the tea, added honey, and then brought it back.

Li Xiaochen tasted it a little and returned the teacup to Sun Yingying: "It's still not tasted enough."

"It's not sweet enough? You have a heavy taste!" Sun Yingying went over and added all kinds of honey to the tea and then brought it to Li Xiaochen.

This time, Li Xiaochen licked the tea with his tongue, nodded with satisfaction, and poured some onto the paint. Then, he picked up the pen again, endured the headache, and started painting with the paint he had prepared.

Everyone saw him padding more than a dozen pieces of drawing paper and scratching them randomly with several brushes.

After the last ten minutes were exhausted, Li Xiaochen, who was sweating profusely, just finished his work. Seeing that both sides had finished, Mayor Jiang asked a few people to put the two paintings together.

The background of Chixue Izumo's painting is a fairy mountain surrounded by clouds and mist. There are a pair of cranes flying in the mountains, flying freely in the sky.

Mayor Jiang touched his chin and said, "Every stroke drawn by Miss Izumo is very spiritual and vivid. Especially these two cranes are simply lifelike. But what does this have to do with "Immortal"? It's because there is a word "Immortal" in "Immortal"?"

"Let me explain it." Izumo Qianxue bowed slightly, "No matter how good the immortal is, there are always troubles. There is an old saying in China, "The immortals envy those who have nothing to do." It can be seen that the true immortals should be free and free and unbound. I have also heard another old saying in China, "I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. What can be happier than being an immortal? This is the meaning of the crane flying with wings. Combining these two is my interpretation of the "Immortals".

Mayor Jiang uttered with some insight: "Floating life is like a dream, and it's a pleasure. Miss Izumo did not point it out directly, leaving room for everyone to think. Her answer is indeed a bit meaningful. Let's take a look... Hum? Xiao Li, are you drawing... Lotus?"

Everyone looked at Li Xiaochen's painting. There was only a budding lotus with a slightly colored petal on the paper. There was no background, and no other modifications.

"Hiss...what does this mean?" Mayor Jiang looked at it for a long time, but still didn't understand the meaning. "It's so accurate that it draws. It's just a little connotation. Are you following Picasso's abstract line? Can you explain it to everyone...ah, this is..."

Amid Mayor Jiang's surprise, the others also screamed. The budding lotus on the drawing paper actually bloomed layer by layer! In a blink of an eye, the lotus was completely blooming. This incredible dynamic effect made everyone's eyes wide open.

However, the good show is still behind. On the "lotus platform" in the center of this blooming white lotus, a fairy who was extremely beautiful appeared. The fairy standing on the lotus platform had a bit of tenderness in her cold expression. She dared not give birth to a terrifying temperament that was unthinking, and she also had a few traces of intimacy.

"Isn't this Qin Yufei?" Sun Yingying was the first to recognize the fairy in the painting.

Then, everyone suddenly realized. Yes, isn’t this beautiful woman in the painting just Qin Yufei in ancient costume?

Before everyone could be amazed, all kinds of colorful flowers appeared on the drawing paper one after another. It can be said that a hundred flowers bloomed, but only the holy lotus is beautiful and beautiful.

At this time, Qin Yufei, who was standing on the original big lotus, bent down. Finally, the picture was frozen in the scene of her picking the lotus.

The most incredible thing is that many colorful butterflies suddenly floated outside the Xianman Tower, landing on the various flowers in this painting, picking flowers.

"How is this possible!" Izumo Qianxue stared at the painting painted by Li Xiaochen with disbelief. "Can the flowers he painted actually attract butterflies to come and pick them up with fakes?"

Li Xiaochen, who was still having a headache, smiled slightly: "That's because I added honey to the paint."
Chapter completed!