He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 452 Picture within Picture

Jiang Lin picked up a painting at random. It was a picture of "Giving Birth".

Under the colorful auspicious clouds, the word "send a child" evolved, which means beautiful wishes.

But beneath these auspicious clouds, there is an image of a woman caressing an empty pillow in the middle of the night.

The helplessness and resentment on his face were clearly visible.

Gu An Ning said, "Old man, this painting is about flying birds, why is there only a piece of dead branches?"

Jiang Lin turned his head and saw that there was indeed a large blank space in the painting, with only a dead branch that looked lifelike.

The old man explained: "This painting means that there were birds here before, and there will be spring in the future."

"Oh? Interesting." Gu An Ning had never seen anyone paint like this before. It was not inspired by God, nor was it based on his own thoughts. He could only sense the deep meaning behind it.

Jiang Lin looked at the painting and felt a different feeling in his heart.

The old man said that there used to be birds living in the painting, but now they have flown away and will not come back until spring comes.

But if he doesn't say it, who would know?
The missing bird in the painting seems to be somewhat similar to myself.

The painter knows there is a bird, but others cannot see it.

Just like myself, I clearly existed in a fragment of the long river of history, but if the effect of "The World is Like a Picture" is removed, everything will disappear.

Even if this world still exists and can tell others that it once existed.

But if you have never seen yourself, how can you believe it? You will only think it is ridiculous.

"Birds that only appear in paintings..."

Jiang Lin looked at the old man and asked, "Even if you tell me, others will think that this bird never existed. What's the point?"

The old man said, "I would like to ask this gentleman, do you know what painting is?"

Jiang Lin said: "The work of Danqing is painting."

“Not really…” The old man shook his head and said, “In my mind, painting is a cage.”

"Everything in the world can be imprisoned in the small space of the market, and there is no escape."

"Do you know who I am when I paint?"

Jiang Lin wanted to say, you are a painter.

But looking at the old man's expression, he thought that this answer was probably not right, so he said, "Old man, you can say it well."

The old man first bowed in the direction of Lin'an Prefecture and apologized, then said: "I believe that painters should be kings. My pen can rule the world. Whatever I want to appear in the painting will appear. Whatever I want to lose will be lost."

"To be honest, even the real emperor might not be as capable as I am in the painting."

"So, the painter is both a prisoner and a king. What others think is none of my business."

Gu An Ning was curious about what he heard and looked at the paintings with interest.

But Jiang Lin was shocked. A painter should be the king?

The world of [The World is Like a Painting] is a beautiful painting left by the long river of history.

But is this scroll really a historical painting?
He created the magic weapon himself, he helped build Daqian, and even Emperor Gu An Ning became the emperor by chance and under his influence.

Looking back further, if he had not taken action when the giant fell, Ma Ningyan would probably have died with Tiannan Mansion.

history……

History is but a pen!

"And I... am the painter." Jiang Lin murmured.

It was I who wrote this historical picture.

"If these paintings were created by me, then I would be the king. I can add to them at will, and I can also erase them at will..."

Suddenly, Jiang Lin thought of the time when he buried Yu'er, he grabbed the light with his hand.

Such means are simply impossible to achieve in reality.

Even before this, he had no idea how he could perform such a strange trick.

And now, Jiang Lin understood.

Because he is painting, and since he is a painter, he can naturally do anything.

If you can't do it, it's just that your skills have not reached that level yet, not that it is impossible.

Jiang Lin raised his head and looked at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

As soon as he thought of it, the heaven and earth trembled, and everyone was terrified.

In an instant, the world became bright again.

Gu An Ning's surprised voice reached his ears: "What's going on? Why is there such a strange phenomenon in the world?"

He didn't notice that Jiang Lin's eyes were so bright.

The trembling between heaven and earth was because Jiang Lin just wanted to wipe out the sun.

But then he realized that it was not impossible for him to do it.

But once it is done, this world will be destroyed.

Just like a painting, if you erase the sun, it will be plunged into darkness, and no matter what was on the canvas, it will be swallowed by the darkness.

The consequence is like a damaged painting.

So Jiang Lin's mind moved and he gave up the idea.

This is not an ordinary painting, but a place with unique rules of heaven and earth.

There are many things you can do, but you have to follow the rules.

Just like when I first wanted to pick up that pancake, it almost caused the world to collapse.

Why is this so?

Jiang Lin looked at the old man with a sharp gaze: "Why would changing the painting destroy it?"

The old man was in a panic. Just when he came to his senses, he heard such a question and was stunned.

Seeing Jiang Lin staring at him, he had no choice but to think for a moment, and then replied: "I don't understand what you mean, but I think there is only one reason."

“The one who changes the painting is nothing more than the person in the painting.”

Jiang Lin was shocked again. The person who changed the painting was just the person in the painting?

Four words suddenly popped up in my mind: "Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly."

He looked at the old man in front of him, then turned to look at Gu An Ning, and then looked at those people who were panicked and confused.

Do these people feel like they are in a painting?

Obviously not, just like when she left "A Picturesque World" for the first time, Ma Ningyan shouted in grief that she was not fake.

"what about me?"

"Am I really not in someone else's painting?" Jiang Lin was a little dazed for a moment. Just like the story said, he couldn't tell whether he was Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly.

Gu An Ning then noticed Jiang Lin's abnormality and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

The old man was stunned by his address.

Jiang Lin's age has always been consistent with that of the outside world. He looks about the same age as Gu An Ning, but he is called great-grandfather.

Maybe it’s because of his seniority?

The old man didn't think too much about it, and just said: "I think this gentleman seems to have gained some insights from the painting."

"Comprehension?" Gu An Ning was even more surprised. What could he comprehend?
Jiang Lin turned his gaze towards the old man, and asked in a voice that seemed clear yet confused: "If one wants to change the painting without destroying it, how should one do it?"

The old man was a little frightened by him, but he had to answer.

After thinking hard for a while, he said, "Perhaps only if all paintings become one, like my painting of flying birds, if the dead branches in the painting become one with the world here, then in the spring of next year, birds will surely fall down, and this is true. Since it is true, there is no such thing as it being destroyed."

"If it's still just a painting, then it's fake."

"But to the world in the painting, everything is real. True and false, like the repetitions of life, are not so easy to distinguish."

I don’t know what the old man was thinking about. A look of resentment appeared on his face and he sighed.

He just spoke casually, expressing his own insights into life.

But these words were like enlightenment to Jiang Lin.

The confusion in his eyes was swept away.

"If the painting is one, it cannot be destroyed, and there is no distinction between the real and the fake?"

Jiang Lin stared at the picture of flying birds. There was only a piece of dead branch on it. It must be fake.

But if this painting merges with reality, can it still be fake?

The reason why you can’t pick up the pancake is because it exists in a painting.

But if it wasn't a painting, Shaobing could pick it up easily.

With every passing realization, Jiang Lin's aura began to grow.

The vital energy between heaven and earth was drawn in and appeared directly in Jiang Lin's body without any infusion.

He is the painter and also the king here.

Others need the essence of heaven and earth to improve, but he can do it easily.

Starting from the right hand, each finger lost its silver color and became as white as jade.

It took Ma Ningyan eight years to condense the Taoist bone in her right hand.

And Jiang Lin, it was just a moment.

This is not the end, it's just the beginning.

From fingers, to palms, to arms.

Then the left hand, the left arm.

Gu An Ning stared at Jiang Lin in amazement. In a very short period of time, Taoist bones condensed in his two arms.

Such a speed is unheard of.

The Daowu realm is so powerful, and the growth of cultivation is so slow.

Jiang Lin's progress was beyond others' understanding.

And just the arm is not the final result.

Next is the right leg, then the left leg, and then up along the belly.

The growth will not be finished until most of the chest is as white as jade.

Gu An Ning was dumbfounded. It had only been a short while, but all of Great Grandfather's Taoist bones were almost condensed?

The Daqian Emperor couldn't help swallowing.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

In the end, it can only turn into a sigh in my mind.

"As expected of you, great grandfather!"

At this time, Jiang Lin had come back to his senses from his improved cultivation.

He looked down at his hands and could feel the powerful strength of his cultivation, which could almost shake the heaven and earth.

But he was not too excited, because all this happened in the world of "Picturesque World".

Once you leave here, everything will be back to normal.

Unless one day, he can really combine all the paintings into one as the old man said.

At that time, even the fake was real!

Despite this, Jiang Lin still gained great benefits.

For example, the upgrade progress of the boxing technique in the human world has directly reached eighty-three percent at this moment!

This is the only skill that Jiang Lin has improved in all this time.

"It turns out that this world is not incapable of progress, but one must gain some understanding to reap the benefits, and these benefits will not disappear just because the picturesque effect of the human world disappears."

"The realization exists in my mind. Even if I return to reality, it still exists. No rules of heaven and earth can take it away."

Staring at the upgrade progress notification of "Boxing in the Human World", Jiang Lin had a hunch that when he upgraded again, that would be the moment when he would merge the world of "Human World Like a Painting" with reality.

"I just don't know how much it can be integrated?"

"Great grandpa?" Gu An Ning couldn't help but shout.

Jiang Lin turned around and saw that he looked uneasy. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm fine."

Then, Jiang Lin looked at the old man again.

He took out a piece of gold that was heavier than his fist from his arms, placed it on the drawing table, and then bowed to the old man and said, "Thank you for your guidance, old man."

The old man quickly returned the greeting, but there was some confusion in his eyes. What had he pointed out?

"I'll take this painting away." Jiang Lin picked up the flying bird painting, rolled it up, and put it solemnly in his arms.

Gu An Ning followed him and left, subconsciously asking, "Grandpa, didn't you give gold as a gift? How come there is still so much?"

Jiang Lin smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.

Gu An Ning looked over and saw a piece of gold as big as a fist appearing out of thin air in his palm.

Gu An Ning was stunned and looked up, only to see Jiang Lin smiling.

"It's just gold. You can have as much as you want."

(End of this chapter)