Gravekeeper

Chu Qing stood at the highest peak of the back mountain of Beishan Cemetery.

Although it was only more than 100 meters high, standing here, he could see the entire Beishan Cemetery under his feet and the huge Luocheng in the distance.

In front of him, there was only a natural stone table.

On the stone table, a whole piece of white paper was spread flat, and the soot ink was placed in the inkstone.

At the same time, there was some vermilion cinnabar and blood mixed ink on the side.

He held the brush that he had not used for many years, and an indescribable feeling spread from the bottom of his heart.

It must be said that before the outbreak of the weird era, it was very difficult for students of his major to live decently in this society.

However, after entering the weird era, if the opportunity is enough, it can be said that it is like a fish in water.

Paper figurines are one aspect, and the current related Yin positions are also one aspect.

Although he was best at oil painting and murals in the direction of his art major, Chinese painting can only be considered barely.

However, if he recalls it a little, he can try it.

And most importantly, he has the best reference in front of him!

Thinking of this, Chu Qing looked at his side.

He embraced the vast mountains and rivers.

The autumn wind swept down, and Chu Qing's clothes rustled.

Behind him, Mangshan looked like a blue dragon carrying a map.