You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan was so nonchalant and fearless.

His position was very clear: either he handed over the painting, or he would lose both the painting and the man, and let the other party decide for himself!

Emperor Qing will ascend the throne in half a month, which is not enough time for painting. There is really no need to waste time like this.

No one could have imagined that this painting master would be so shameless as to commit suicide with fake blood and pressure people in order to avoid going to Beijing.

In the ancestral hall, Pang Long felt that the problem was thorny, and he and Chai Jin looked at each other in confusion until they fell into deep thought.

Which is more important, public or private? Instead of going to the capital, it is better to finish the painting here and bring it to the capital.

After much deliberation, military officer Pang Long agreed to this request.

People can take their time, but this best picture in the world must be drawn and presented to His Majesty.

……

White Deer Mountain Cliff.

It's snowing heavily.

When Bai Wan saw the officers and soldiers surrounding him, the silk scroll spread on the ground seemed to be stained with souls.

This silk scroll is seven meters long and half a meter wide, and is leaning against a dry stone wall.

Bai Wan held the lotus brush solemnly.

Before he was fifteen, he didn’t understand!

I was conceited about my extraordinary talent, thinking that I could only create the best painting in the world if I traveled all over the country. But now, after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, I have quietly let it go...

The way of painting is to remove all dross, to achieve the most similar result, and to return to the original simplicity.

now……

The tip of the pen in his hand was half a foot away from the silk.

When he decided to put pen to paper, the person next to him had already come to grind ink beside him.

"Zi Chen, shouldn't you be in the academy?"

Ling Shumo said slowly and gently, "Knowing that you want to draw the so-called best painting in the world, I naturally have to come."

Under the setting sun, his face was covered with a faint pink, and he stared at him in a daze.

Her clothes were disheveled, her black hairband was fluttering in her face, and the ruler and book beside her had just been put down.

It was obvious that this person had put aside his teaching at the academy and rushed here...

Bai Wan looked at Ling Shumo, her eyes touched by his gentleness: "Zi Chen, are you willing to paint this ordinary painting with me?"

It is clear that this is not the best picture in the world.

Ling Shumo slowly let go of the worry that had been rising in his throat.

"it is good--"

He took the other person's hand, hugged him, and felt a little warmth.

But, it’s freezing outside, why should we paint under Mutianxia?

Ling Shumo also held the pen in his hand, and the pen shaft was carved with delicate lotus patterns.

That was the painting project that Bai Wan had decided to do together three years ago.

The two of them had agreed that if they were to paint the best picture in the world again, they would have to work together.

Bai Wan stood quietly in the snow, and the painting scroll attached to the cliff was illuminated by the shadow of the snow, flickering.

The snow has stopped, and there seems to be a sound of wind.

He quickly picked up the brush, the ink staining the white silk, his eyes flickering, slicing through the blank space like a torrential rain...

Everyone only saw dark patterns as black as smoke, which instantly splashed across the painting.

Color carries the truth, and nature and man are one...

All that I have seen and heard amidst the hustle and bustle of the world has accumulated in my heart and pen...

The painting shows flying brushstrokes and falling petals.

Bai Wan is now the painting saint Han Miaoran, and he still has the same devout reverence as he did many years ago in his determination to learn painting.

One hour, two hours...

When the fourth hour came, the daylight gradually darkened and the surroundings remained quiet and peaceful.

From common people to officers and soldiers, a group of people were standing nearby. They stretched their heads to look at people, put their pens aside, and gently put down their inkstones.

One stroke completed, and the painting is finished.

Bai Wan took a deep breath, turned around and smiled: "Zi Chen, how is my painting..."

"Pah——"

The whole person fell to the ground in the snow, and a red flower spurted out of his mouth, blooming from the corner of his throat and lips.

Ling Shumo hugged the person tightly, watching the other person blink at him quickly and move his legs and feet around.

If I don't catch it properly, I'm afraid I'll sink into the snow...

This was the year when the Qing Dynasty unified the Three Kingdoms and the world prospered.

The painting master Han Miaoran ended his life with a painting called "The World's Rivers and Mountains".

Although, he did not say that his painting was the best in the world.

However, it is said that people who viewed the painting were shocked.

At that time, the years passed silently, plum blossoms drifted in the snow, and the peerless paintings seemed to have grown flesh and blood.

The painting master exhausted all his energy and devoted all his efforts to complete the work in one go.

At that time, Pang Long and other officers and soldiers watched as the man vomited blood, his face turned pale, and he seemed to have no breath left.

They had no choice but to give up inviting the Saint of Painting to the capital, and waited tremblingly for the paint to dry up before carefully picking up the scroll.

At this point, this painting has become a masterpiece.

………………

The Three Kingdoms were unified and Emperor Qingwu ascended the throne.

Boom!

The sound of a cannon shook the earth.

The sky was filled with colorful rays of light, and the fireworks ceremony for Emperor Qing's enthronement was fascinating.

The people were overjoyed when they heard the news.

Emperor Qing walked up to the throne step by step and looked down with his eyes closed.

The gate of the Golden Throne Hall gleamed brightly under the white jade railings, and the scene was grand with hundreds of court officials.

The path to the sky is extremely lonely.

Once upon a time, he was just a dude seeking his father's approval.

He rose up in rebellion and became emperor, and after unifying the Three Kingdoms, he could no longer follow his own will.

Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan suddenly felt depressed and sighed as he looked at everything in front of him.

"Master Ying—"

He slowly raised his eyes.

The new Minister of Rites, a court official, bowed and stepped forward.

"Has painter Han Miaoran finished painting the 'Number One Picture in the World' that he promised me?"

According to previous negotiations, today's Three Kingdoms unification ceremony will be celebrated by the whole world.

The world's number one painter must present unparalleled paintings.

Congratulations on presenting "The Best Picture in the World"!

All people celebrate together.

"His Majesty……"

Minister of Rites Ying Tianwen looked at the man sitting high up on the throne, and felt that dynasties had changed countless times and emperors had ruled over a picturesque country.

"As far as I know, the world's greatest painting has been completed, but the long scroll requires multiple people to unfold. It's called 'The World's Rivers and Mountains'."

"The world?"

Emperor Qingwu suddenly spoke, his face calm and composed: "Send someone to exhibit the painting! I want to see what kind of masterpiece it is!"

Immediately, Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan stood up, and the golden light on his dragon robe was dazzling.

But, he never expected...

The scroll unfolds, and it is hard to find again in a hundred generations.

No one has ever seen a painting like this!

This world's number one scroll was even bigger than he had imagined.

It was a huge canvas, seven meters long and half a meter wide.

Because the scroll was so large, it had to be spread out on the ground, requiring at least four people to take turns unfolding it.

It is said that this painting was started by Han Miaoran and completed in one day, and there is also an inscription by Ling Shumo on it.

During this period, the pigments were carefully ground from several precious minerals such as giant clam, green pine, peacock, and lapis lazuli.

It is dazzling and its color remains unchanged even after thousands of years.

Not to mention the large number of gems used, which is rare in the world!

"It truly deserves to be the best map in the world..."

Emperor Qingwu spoke, his eyes showing great joy.

All the court officials, servants and eunuchs who saw the painting were shocked by its beauty.

On the day of his ascension to the throne, this world's best painting was unveiled in the Golden Palace.

If there is a volume of the glorious chapter of the prosperous times.

This painting, then, is the culmination of all beauty.

Painting should have a natural charm.

The painter's destiny is to portray the true feelings of the world...

"Your Majesty, long live! Long live! Long, long live!"

The entire Golden Throne Hall was filled with thunderous cheers.

The best picture in the world...

It is to get rid of the mundane world and live together!

That peerless masterpiece was praised by the people and admired by all officials under the throne of the Nine Dragon Emperor.

Every family is crazy about it and everyone imitates it.

And Han Miaoran also became the only painting saint of the Qing Dynasty!

Unfortunately, he was in poor health and exhausted all his energy on painting this picture. He passed away when he was only in his twenties.

Apart from some visible murals, the other authentic works left by the Saint of Painting are hard to find.

Han Miaoran became a legend...