You rascal, stop right there!

Any towering tree needs to be watered and fertilized long-term and in regular rotation.

A string that is kept taut for a long time will break, and one that is too rigid will easily break.

Bai Wan knew that there must be good intentions behind Ling Shumo's behavior, so after asking several times, he took the initiative to ask to meet Wutong.

"Master, long time no see. I hope you are well."

We met again after a long separation, but there was not much joy.

Wutong looked helpless and troubled.

Compared to the person I saw in the capital, he now looks thinner and more handsome, and his temperament is completely different.

"I, Wutong, greet my benefactor, Painter Han."

"The Taoist priest said that I would die because of the world's number one map. Is this prophecy true or false?"

Bai Wan asked cautiously with her bare hands.

"This is your fate. It was because of this painting that you were forced into Nirvana. If it happens again, the day you finish the painting will be the day you die."

Bai Wan raised her hand and smiled, vaguely showing that she didn't care about such words.

He said meaningfully, "You said I had a difficult life, but now my father, brother, and friends are all here. You said I would never marry, but I already have a partner. Now, you say I will die from exhaustion because of the world's number one map."

It has a strong sense of sarcasm.

"Master, do you think I will believe it?"

Now he doesn't believe in heaven or earth, doesn't believe in fate, he only believes in himself.

The Taoist monk with white beard was obviously a little anxious: "Will Painter Han still paint the best picture in the world?"

Exhausting all one's energy on a single painting is a necessary step for every great master.

Very few people will have a short-lived success, failing in their skills and unable to paint, becoming exhausted and dying suddenly after completing their work.

Throughout history, great works have cost lives.

Bai Wan smiled, his expression unconsciously calm. "Master, what do you think is the best map in the world?"

"This... I don't understand painting, so I really don't know."

The wrinkles on Taoist Wutong's face were a little wrinkled.

In his opinion, Han Miaoran had learned painting since elementary school and had experienced many ups and downs in life...

Isn't it just for the purpose of becoming a painting saint and painting the best painting in the world?

But Han Miaoran seemed tenacious and stubborn in the past. But Bai Wan is now more insightful than before, and has thought more after many changes.

People will change over time.

Bai Wan stared calmly at the lotus brush in her hand and said, "After so many years, I finally realized that there is no such thing as the best picture in the world."

"Master Han, what does this mean?"

Wutong's expression seemed a little frozen, which was completely incomprehensible to those who didn't understand.

It seems... the painter's idea is really weird.

Bai Wan carefully put away her pen: "This is something that doesn't exist. I shouldn't be obsessed with it."

he knows.

The art of painting lies in perseverance, day after day. No one can paint better than history, and no one can gain the approval of everyone in the world.

In short, the best map in the world does not exist.

There is always someone better than you. Even if he is the best in the world, there will be someone else a hundred years later.

"Master Han... I hope you truly don't have this obsession in this life... Otherwise, you will still be exhausted..."

Bai Wan was fearless and said firmly, "My destiny is not calculated, it is lived."

……

Afterwards, Bai Wan followed Ling Shumo's written advice and fixed his painting and daily routine.

It can't be said to be in dire straits, but at least it brings people back to the world.

However, Bai Wan couldn't accept the fact that Ling Shumo asked him to learn Tai Chi, take a bath every day, go out for a walk, and so on.

At a young age, he began to be as self-disciplined and restrained as an old man.

He used to eat light food, and now he is not allowed to eat sweets often. He is always fussy about every little thing.

Even sexual intercourse is reduced to seven days, and rainy days are avoided. It is the ultimate in health preservation.

Of course, in exchange, Ling Shumo was also forced to eat cicada worms with him and give up thirty walls of the academy.

Bai Wan feels that he has not lost out!

At this time, the White Deer Grotto Academy had been completed.

It was originally a rebuilt private school in Guojia Village, and it was an academy that Ling Shumo and his team had spent a lot of effort to rebuild.

The former Imperial Censor and the top scholar in the imperial examination during the reign of Emperor Dai Ying had completely shed his dross and was now lecturing in his hometown as the first academician.

The age range of Ling Shumo's students is quite wide, ranging from six-year-old boys to middle-aged people in their thirties.

Most of the members of the Bailushan School were from rural counties around Caizhou.

Bai Wan was obsessed with painting the best picture in the world, and Ling Shumo approached him about becoming a teacher at the academy, but was rejected.

Bai Wan was so terrified of the word "master" that he refused to accept any student. He had no choice but to agree to paint murals for the White Deer Cave Academy.

Ling Shumo specially assigned him to paint "Picture of All Officials" for a year.

Time is ample, no one urges, no one complains.

The years of the year are warm and peaceful.

Bai Wan would occasionally paint something for the Dingbei Painting Society and the Tabloid, and the remuneration was generous as everyone had their own responsibilities.

In this way, he lived a comfortable and relaxed life. He often held elegant gatherings to invite literati and poets, and boats carrying calligraphy and paintings were displayed nearby.

Although the people around him didn't know that he was the Saint of Painting, they knew over the years that he was knowledgeable about everything under the sun.

Whenever he arrived at a place, he would do a few sketches.

Before I knew it, three years had passed.

During this period, Bai Wan, through such a relaxing way of painting, understood the balance between relaxation and tension and made rapid progress.

At this time, the world situation also underwent tremendous changes.

Emperor Qingwu of the Qing Dynasty, Song Yuanshan, ruled the world and dominated one side.

Lingyu Kingdom and Daqing went from being allies to being at war with each other.

During a snowy winter, the city gates of Lingyu could no longer withstand the attack and decided to surrender.

The Qing Dynasty army swept through the enemy with ease, as if there was no one around.

Due to the huge disparity in strength, the Qing Dynasty included the city into Daqing's territory without even launching an attack.

This year, the ice and snow had just stopped, and the Qing army had done almost no harm or disturbance to the people of Lingyu.

Daqing unified the Three Kingdoms and finally ended the disputes and divisions among the previous three dynasties.

Bai Wan, dressed in a white fur coat, reached out to catch the snow falling from the sky, and sighed softly:

"Zi Chen, the world has changed dynasties and there will be no more wars."

Ling Shumo placed his warm hands on him and said softly, "Maybe..."