Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!

Chapter 1317: Chapter 1201 No Need to Fear When Among Like-minded People

On the pale rice paper.

From nothingness to existence, towering peaks rise, emerging above the clouds, rooted at the ends of the earth, with time flowing into streams and causation forming into mist.

The vast forests of mountains seem to symbolize the endless desolate years, life and death cycling, prosperity and decay following one another, stretching endlessly into infinity.

A path extends into the distance, where there is a mountain village, with eight or nine fertile plots of land, intersecting paths, the sounds of chickens and dogs, and curling smoke from the hearths, as if transcending grand epochs to become its own rustic corner of the mortal world.

At this moment, the painting is nine-tenths complete.

Eight parts depict the colors of the mountain, one part is the small village.

These eight parts of mountain hues, though vast and mesmerizing, though their beauty is infinite, all now seem to serve as a backdrop to the small village.

The small village is neither on the highest peak nor in the center of the painting, but it is like a red plum blossom on a green bough, or a bright moon above the vast ocean.

The lifeless green trees come alive because of the red plum blossom; the lonely ocean gains vitality because of the bright crescent moon.

“The highest point here draws the Ordinary Diagram.”

Seeing the picture completed under Li Fan’s brush, The Quiet One suddenly sighed, saying:

“It truly is a masterpiece.”

“Is the painting finished?”

Li Fan smiled faintly and replied:

“There is still one part untouched.”

With a calm stroke of his brush, his stylus shifted from the small village and suddenly returned, landing upon the peak they stood on.

At the summit, he painted an ancient tree, long withered for countless ages.

In that instant, the entire painting gained another layer of meaning.

Amid the layered, distant mountains, this aged tree resembled an elder marked by the passage of time, gazing longingly at the small mountain village in the distance, like a homesick wanderer!

“A house of ten mu, a cottage of eight or nine rooms. Elms and willows shade the back eaves, peach and plum trees adorn the front yard. In the fading distance, a village; faintly visible, homestead smoke. Dogs bark deep within the alleys, roosters crow atop mulberry trees. No worldly dust invades the courtyard, idle serenity prevails in vacant halls.”

Li Fan softly recited, concluding with: