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115 Chapter 115 more than just painting

The pheasant was tied to another tree more than 30 meters away from Xia Pingan’s treehouse. It was surrounded by grass, and nothing could block Xia Pingan’s vision.

The pheasant cried out and paced around uneasily on the grass. It even flapped its wings, wanting to fly away.

After the old hunter and his son left, the mountain forest was noisy and quiet at the same time. Xia Pingan sat cross-legged in the treehouse with his eyes closed, waiting patiently. He really treated himself as a real person and was determined to practice his painting skills to the extreme.

Back then, li guizhen’s efforts, sacrifices, and determination to draw the Tiger were truly amazing.

Tigers couldn’t climb trees, but there were too many poisonous insects and beasts that could. Leopards could, poisonous snakes could, and poisonous insects could. In such an environment, staying in the forest to look at Tigers was equivalent to disregarding life and death.

This essence, Qi, and spirit was the foundation of a person’s success.

There were a few pieces of cake and two water bottles in the treehouse. These were Xia Pingan’s food.

There was a clear stream nearby, which could solve the water problem. If they wanted to go to the village, they had to get down from the tree and hide in the grass nearby. Their life was almost the same as that of the you Chao family. They were living like primitive people.

For the past two days, the wild chicken had been chirping and Xia Pingan had not even seen a single feather from the Tiger.

On the morning of the third day, Xia Pingan was meditating in the treehouse. Suddenly, he felt that the forest outside had become quiet. A dense killing intent faintly reverberated in the forest. The wild chicken that was still chirping on the grass suddenly stopped chirping.

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Xia Pingan’s eyes shot open.

On a tree not far away, a group of birds were suddenly startled and flew up. The grass shook, and with a tiger’s roar, a majestic White-fronted Tiger rushed down from the nearby hillside. It was not an exaggeration to say that the wind followed the Tiger’s momentum.

It pounced down with a gust of evil wind.

The pheasant was so scared that it curled up into a ball. Seeing the Tiger pouncing over, it flapped its wings and wanted to fly away. However, the moment the pheasant jumped up, the Tiger jumped into the air, opened its bloody mouth, and bit it before pouncing down.

The ferocious Tiger was ferocious and domineering. It carried a wild and boundless aura of life and the aura of the king of beasts. Its eyes were filled with killing intent, and its movements were fierce and powerful. Every single pore on its body exuded a bloody, masculine, and powerful aura. It was indescribable.

It was not a fierce tiger raised in a Zoo or a fierce tiger locked in a cage, but a living fierce beast that could tear apart all its prey and enemies at any time.

Only when you see that fierce tiger will you know what the true aura of the king of beasts is.

After the Tiger pounced on the pheasant, it instantly burrowed into the grass and disappeared. However, the scene of the moment it appeared to pounce on the pheasant had been deeply imprinted in Xia Pingan’s mind.

Xia Pingan felt that a nerve in the depths of his heart had been touched, but he ” wanted to explain but forgot to speak “. He couldn’t describe the feeling. In the end, he only took out a piece of paper and a pen. In the wooden house, he grasped the feeling in his heart and drew a few times in succession, trying to show that feeling on the paper.

However, no matter how he drew, Xia Pingan always felt that the Tiger he drew was unable to express the feelings in his heart. It always lacked something.

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Previously, Xia Pingan had thought that his Chinese paintings were not bad. However, after drawing a few fierce Tigers, he realized that the fierce Tigers he had drawn were still lacking something. This was something that li guizhen was looking for.

The next day, the old hunter and his son came again. They brought Xia ping ‘an a rabbit and some pancakes. The rabbit was still tied near the big tree. The old hunter and his son scattered a little sheep’s blood near the big tree.

That night, a wild wolf came. Xia Pingan threw a stone down from the tree and shouted loudly. Finally, the wild wolf was scared away.

After a day, the Tiger came again and quickly took the rabbit away.

Xia Pingan remembered every movement of the Tiger’s preying in her heart. She kept drawing on the drawing paper again and again, trying to draw out the thing that touched her heart.

Two days later, the old hunter and his son came again. Xia Pingan asked the old hunter and his son to bring him some ink and paper because the ink and paper he brought had been completely used up.

Every day, Xia Pingan would draw the Tiger, learn from the Tiger, and think about the fierce tiger. In his dreams, he would think about every move of the fierce tiger when it pounced on its prey. He was completely immersed in that state and completely forgot that he was in the world of the realm Pearl. He completely forgot that he was returning to reality at this moment. The more Tiger portraits he drew, the more similar they looked. He used more and more ink and paper, and even the few brushes he brought with him were gone.

What shocked Xia Pingan was not only the image of the fierce tiger, but also the spirit of the king of beasts and the most primitive and surging ” beast power ” of all living beings. It was a kind of rhythm, enlightenment, and Dao, which were indescribable.

Xia Pingan was completely immersed in it.

The Hunter father and son would send something to Xia ping ‘an every three or four days and check on Xia ping’ an at the same time. Every time they came, they would see Xia ping ‘an either in a daze or silent.

In the beginning, Xia Pingan’s drawings of Tigers looked more and more like each other. Later on, they couldn’t understand what Xia Pingan was drawing at all. The things he drew were getting stranger and stranger. There were all kinds of messy lines. Sometimes, they were mountains and flowing clouds, sometimes, shaking leaves, or flowing streams. Sometimes, they were even stripes on the body of a Tiger. There was a fierce light in his eyes, sunrise and sunset were dazzling.

The Hunter father and son even suspected that Xia ping ‘an had gone crazy.

Xia Pingan stayed in the treehouse for two years.

On this day, the old hunter and his son came to deliver something to Xia Pingan again. Then, the old hunter suddenly said, ” by the way, when I came out today, I heard a piece of news. A few hunters from the neighboring village have hunted a fierce tiger on another mountain and are about to sell the Kasaya.

Hearing this, Xia Pingan’s heart skipped a beat. uncle, can you take me there to have a look? I want to buy that fierce tiger and have a look.

“Ah, you’re leaving here, Yingluo?”

“I’ll go down the mountain for a while.”

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“It’s not cheap to buy an entire Tiger. The most expensive part of the Tiger is its skin, then the bones, and then the meat.”

The old Hunter’s ” not cheap ” was only relative to the people of this era. To Xia ping ‘an, the price of these fierce beasts that were hunted in this era was not that expensive. If it was not a rare breed like The White Tiger, a hunted Tiger with a few fork-shaped or arrow-shaped eyes on its body and half of its fur was not worth much more than a living cow.

Of course, if there was a complete tiger hide which had not been destroyed, the price would be different. If one wanted a complete tiger hide, it would be more difficult to hunt Tigers by more than 10 times. Therefore, the price of the Tiger hide would be higher.

“It’s okay, I still have some savings. I should be able to buy Yingluo.”

Seeing that Xia ping ‘an was so straightforward, the old hunter nodded his head. okay, I’ll take you to ask how much it costs!

“Thank you, uncle, for your encouragement.”

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Xia ping ‘an followed the old hunter down the mountain. It did not take much effort to buy the Tiger that was being hunted.

After buying the Tiger, Xia ping ‘an stayed at the old Hunter’s house for a few days. During these few days, Xia ping’ an personally dissected the Tiger bit by bit. After dissecting the fierce tiger, Xia ping ‘an gave the meat to the old hunter and went back to the mountain with the Tiger bones and skin.

Xia Pingan continued to paint in the treehouse. This time, he painted a Tiger without skin, only the muscles on the Tiger’s body.

It took him half a year to draw the muscles. Then, he started to piece the bones together bit by bit. He started to draw Tigers with only bone armor.

During this time, Xia Pingan’s observation of the Tiger on the mountain did not stop.

After a year of painting, Xia Pingan came down from the tree in a Tiger’s skin. He dressed himself up as a Tiger and walked, pounced, and jumped like a tiger every day. He imitated the Tiger’s every move.

Unknowingly, more than a year had passed.

More than a year later, Xia ping ‘an shed his tiger skin and practiced boxing in the forest. He was like a dragon leaping and a Tiger leaping in the forest, walking as if he was flying.

Xia ping ‘an began to paint again. He used stones and branches to paint on trees, on the ground, in the water, in his own mind, in the sky. He painted whatever he saw. He was no longer limited to the Tiger. Everything in the world was in his painting.

On this day, Xia Pingan was drinking water by the stream in a tiger skin. When he was drinking water, the thicket beside him moved as a fierce tiger with a tail longer than two meters suddenly drilled out of the thicket. As if it had not seen Xia Pingan, it also came to Xia Pingan’s side to drink.

Xia Pingan turned his head to look at the Tiger, and the Tiger also turned its head to look at him.

The Tiger bared its teeth and growled at Xia Pingan in a low voice. Xia Pingan got up and kicked the Tiger, causing it to flip over.

The ferocious Tiger roared and pounced over. Xia Pingan reached out and grabbed the skin around the Tiger’s neck as if he was holding a cat. Then, he threw the Tiger away.

Xia Pingan glared at the fierce tiger. The Tiger was thrown on the ground a few meters away, but it didn’t dare to look Xia Pingan in the eye. It lay on the ground and slowly retreated. Then, it rolled on the ground and showed its belly to Xia Pingan.

At this moment, the silver bottle in Xia Pingan’s mind broke, and the sun rose, and the sun rose.

Xia Pingan laughed and went down the mountain. When he passed by a County Office at the foot of the mountain, he saw the bailiffs of the county office Building stairs to clear the bird droppings on the head of the county office. As they cleaned, they complained. The pigeons liked to land on the eaves above the door and defecated here every day. Cleaning the bird droppings on the head of the Yamen had become the hard work of these bailiffs.

Even when the bailiffs were cleaning up the bird droppings, some birds would fly over and land on the eaves above the gate. When the bailiffs below called out, those birds would fly away. When the bailiffs didn’t call out, the birds would fly back again.

“Hahaha, how difficult is that? I have a way to solve it!” Hearing the Yamen runner’s complaints, Xia ping ‘an said directly.

“Ah, what’s your plan?” Seeing that Xia ping ‘an’s hair was disheveled and he looked like a Berserker with a special temperament, a bailiff asked.

“Go get a brush, ink, and a ladder. I’ll show you!”

The brush, ink, and ladder were all simple and could be found in the Yamen. The few bailiffs also wanted to see Xia Pingan’s abilities. Coupled with their curiosity, they really found the brush, ink, and ladder.

Xia Pingan put the ladder on the wall under the eaves next to the county office and climbed up the ladder with a brush and ink. On the snow-white wall under the eaves, he drew a Condor owl in the blink of an eye.

The owl that Xia Pingan had drawn looked as if it was about to fly out of the wall. It was beyond the description of a lifelike owl.

The last stroke was drawn on the Eyes of the Eagle owl. The pigeons that were standing on the wall and eaves were shocked and flew away as if they were running for their lives. The surrounding sky was cleared.

Xia Pingan came down from the ladder and laughed. He threw the brush and ink to the Yamen runner and left.

The few bailiffs looked at the vultures that were about to jump out of the wall, then at the birds that had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and they were all shocked.

Even the people who were watching on the streets were shocked.

“Why does that person look so familiar?”

that’s right, that person is li guizhen, an artist. I haven’t heard any news about him in many years, Huahua.

The county Magistrate, who had received the news, came out of the Yamen. He raised his head and looked at the eagle owl drawn on the wall. Then, he looked around at the sky without a single bird. He was stunned for a moment and quickly ordered the bailiffs to chase after Xia Pingan.

Xia ping ‘an had yet to return home, and the bailiffs chasing him were still on the way, but the world of the realm Pearl had already shattered.

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