"You go to your village and give me a pot of water, I will teach you," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

The child looked at Xu Zimo ignorantly, and then ran into the village.

Looking at the child's back, Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile.

Although I have seen it once in my previous life, when he saw it again, he still had to sigh that the children in these paintings would have such high intelligence.

It didn't take long for the kid to see a little pot of water and ran over breathlessly.

Xu Zimo placed the basin under the sun and pointed it at an angle. I saw a reflection of the sun in the water.

"You shoot arrows at this reflection so that you can hit the sun," Xu Zimo said, pointing to the basin.

The test of this bow shooting is a bit like a monkey fishing for the moon, but the difference is that the monkey failed to catch the moon, but it can hit the sun.

Several children gave Xu Zimo a puzzled look, then bent his bow and arrow, and shot hard at the reflection of the sun in the water.

When the bow and arrow hit the reflection, the reflection in the water was not disturbed, and a little ripple appeared.

Only listened to a thunderous thunder rumbling in the sky, and then the naked eye could see that the sun hanging high above the sky fell like a ball of fire.

"The sun went down, we shot," a few children cheered bouncing there.

Xu Zimo smiled aside, as the sun fell from the sky, Xu Zimo's space was twisted and shaken again.

The space in front of him changed, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself back on the plain again.

Appeared in front of another picture, which was a scene of a few children bowing and shooting the sun.

Xu Zimo put away the painting and continued to move northward.

After shooting the sun, the surrounding temperature has returned to normal, but as Xu Zimo goes further, he feels that the temperature is getting colder and colder.

The sun was covered by the dark clouds, and the sky was covered with snowflakes.

The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, and the snow under the feet is getting thicker and thicker. Even the surrounding temperature starts to get cold.

Xu Zimo has now reached the peak of his real pulse, but he can still feel the cold.

Is not only a cold body, but also a cold deep into the bone marrow.

He sat cross-legged and let the snow drift over him.

Less than a moment later, his whole body was completely buried by the snow, and the whole person became a snowman.

Xu Zimo only felt his body was frozen and numb, without any consciousness.

Even the organs all over the body are frozen, and the heartbeat seems to be getting slower and slower.

"I'm going to die," Xu Zimo grinned, but found that his muscles were frozen.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness has become more and more blurred, and there seems to be a voice in the midst of admonishing him.

"Sleep, everything is over after falling asleep."

It is clear that the body has been shocked, and the consciousness also tends to sleep, but the obsession in Xu Zimo's heart is still unwilling to end like this.

This kind of race against time, and the competition with death is the most painful.

Xu Zimo didn't know how long it had passed, only felt that his whole body was frozen, he seemed to have become numb to this cold, he could not even hear his heartbeat.

Suddenly, a warmth began to beat in his chest, enlightening the Dao heart in death, and then arousing the fire of the prairie fire in the frozen sky.

Is just like that spark of a star, which can ignite the original.

Xu Zimo only felt that the warmth was very weak, but the coldness of his whole body was expelled instantly.

The snow seemed to stop falling, Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes, and found that the scene in the ice and snow was gone.

He appeared on the plain again, and there was a painting in front of him.

Snow and ice covered the whole world, everything was frozen, but only under the ice and snow, there was a person sitting on the ground cross-legged like a cypress.

Does not move at all, as if even if the snow buried the whole world, he would not be destroyed.

This is the scene above this painting. Xu Zimo put away the painting and continued to face forward.

The third test is actually the nature of mind. No matter how difficult it is, you can't give up a glimmer of hope even before you die.

Xu Zimo continued to move forward, and after walking for a while, his eyes were attracted by the scene in front of him.

The high mountain in the distance is close, but it is hidden in the mist, and the white clouds in the sky seem to have just reached the top of the head.

Seemed to reach out to grab the white clouds, and the blue sky was clearly a little bit of starlight during the day.

Directly in front of the endless sea, the huge waves in the middle of the sea rolled, and the huge waves rolled up the monstrous seawater but refused to fall.

In the middle of the huge waves on both sides, a cobblestone path leads directly to the path.

Pebbles float on the blue water, reflecting the starry sky and white clouds above the head, and the mist of the mountains just behind.

In the middle of the cobblestone path, there is a inkstone table and a table. At this time, a middle-aged man in a green robe is standing in front of the table and painting as much as he can.

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He watched the middle-aged man painting, but there was no paper on the table. The middle-aged man was holding a wolf brush, just like drawing in the air.

For a long time, the middle-aged man put down the brush and saw that the surrounding aura suddenly fluctuated.

Jumped into the space in front of the fish, the fish jumped into the sea, followed by a series of goldfish popping out of the space.

"Did you see anything?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Unable to understand," Xu Zimo shook his head.

"You are sincere," the middle-aged man smiled and said: "You are the first inheritor to come here.

According to the regulations, as long as you can draw a picture with artistic conception, you can get my magic pen. "

"I don't know how to paint," Xu Zimo shook his head and said, "And I'm not here to accept your magical script."

Hearing Xu Zimo 's words, the middle-aged man was stunned for a while, then smiled and said: Then you are here to find the World Pearl, I 'm sorry, World Pearl is not in the heritage of this painting palace.

"I have a painting," Xu Zi also smiled and took out the three paintings he had obtained before.

"These paintings can only accept the inheritance of magic pens, and I will not give them to others," said the middle-aged man.

"You should look at this picture first," Xu Zimo smiled.

Then I saw that he took out the fourth painting from Na Jie, which was exactly what he got from Nie Xingqing before.

The self-portrait of Fengzu is drawn on it.

"Why is this painting in your hands," the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and asked, "Are you descendants of her?"

"It's not important. When you painted this picture, you promised Fengzu. As long as someone takes this picture to you, you will be satisfied no matter what your requirements are," Xu Zimo smiled. "Right, ruthless senior." . "