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Chapter 1 Capable people die from their ability
Li Changqing still remembers seeing such a sentence in a text when he was in school.

Capable people die of their ability.

He has never quite understood why a capable person would die from his ability, but now he finally understands.

As a woodcarver, if he was killed by his own woodcarving falling from the cabinet, it was indeed due to his own ability.

But at the moment of dying, Li Changqing felt only relief.

He has been obsessed with carving all his life, and has reached the level of proficiency, but this skill has not brought him a good life.

His wife was seriously ill and he had no money to treat him. In the end, his wife passed away. After his only son grew up, he also met some dubious friends. It is commonplace to sell and enter the game.

A few days ago, because he had no money to give him, he was punched by his son and scolded very badly. Li Changqing felt that his life had failed to the extreme.

Death may be a relief.

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Ming Hong Prefecture, Changting Town.

With a loud noise, a nearly thousand-year-old tree in the center of Changting Town was scorched by thunder, and the downpour that lasted for three days finally came to an end.

It has not been such a heavy rain in Changting Town for many years.

In a corner of Qingyunfang, Changting Town, there is an inconspicuous shop with four characters written on it.

Evergreen Painting Workshop.

The store is a little run-down, and the location is not very good. There is a small yard behind the store, and in the house in that yard, a figure opened the window and looked outside.

"It finally stopped."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and a haggard face, as if he hadn't eaten for a few days.

Li Changqing did not expect that after being crushed to death by the wood carving, he would travel to this mysterious world, to this person who had just died.

When he first came to this world, Li Changqing was dumbfounded.

Although I read a lot of novels in my previous life and knew there was such a thing as time-traveling, what made Li Changqing confused was that other people would inherit the original memory of the host through time-traveling, but Li Changqing did not inherit any memories.

All he knew was that the original host vomited blood and died, and he was afraid that he was in a hurry.

And since I came here, it started to rain cats and dogs, making it impossible for Li Changqing to go out.

I searched the house and couldn't find any food. There was some silver, but the silver was not edible. It was raining heavily outside and there was nowhere to buy things. In the end, Li Changqing starved for three days. Starved at home.

Fortunately, the rain stopped today, and Li Changqing was finally able to go out to buy food.

However, during the three days at home, Li Changqing was not blind. He found a lot of confidence in the texts left by the original host. By reading these texts, Li Changqing somewhat understood the world.

Martial arts are prosperous in this world, and there are practitioners, but the cultivation methods in this world surprised Li Changqing.

Warriors enter the country with paintings and learn from them.

Someone watched a picture of a bull shaking a mountain, from which he felt the kung fu "Collapse Mountain Strength", which is so powerful that he can move mountains with bare hands!

Some people watched the painting that depicted a Qingguang Hanyue Dao, so they realized the "Cold Moon God Dao Jue" from it.

So in this world, the status of a painter is prominent.

And those who can become painters can perceive the spirit of heaven and earth when they hold the brush, and cultivate themselves with the spirit. The strength of the spirit determines the level of the paintings they paint.

A powerful painter is even more unpredictable. With one stroke, he can control the world, and with one stroke, he can paint the sky, possessing infinite power!

Therefore, there is really no one in a million who has the qualifications of a painter.

Originally, Li Changqing in this world was able to hold a brush and understand the spirit since he was a child, and he had the attitude of a painter. His dream was to reach the realm of the legendary painting saint and stand on the pinnacle of this world.

However, although Li Changqing has qualifications, but not many qualifications, he has two brushes, but unfortunately the brushes are hairless.

I have been painting since I was a child, and now I am in my 30s. Not to mention that I have not achieved much. The once prosperous family background is gone, and I rely on opening a painting studio for a living.

Even the only son has been away from home for more than three years. Judging from some letters, Li Changqing knows that his son Li Hengsheng is now practicing in a sect called Daoshan Ancient Land.

The sad thing is that no one buys his paintings at all, because the level is average, and it is impossible to understand the Tao from his paintings. Who would buy such paintings?

He maintains the workshop and lives on the relief money sent by his son every month.

Li Changqing felt that the host's life was really enough to fail.

He has also seen the paintings in the studio, and to be honest, they are really very ordinary.

The paintings of beasts and the like are not like at all, they are tangible and spiritless, and the details are even rougher.

It's really because in this world, painters can't draw things that they haven't seen before, and it's impossible for a painter like Li Changqing, who is powerless like Li Changqing, to observe beasts at close range.

Unlike some big forces, in order to cultivate painters of their own power, warriors will be asked to capture real animals and come back for the painters to observe.

As soon as the sky was dawn, the sun swayed down the entire Changting Town, Li Changqing hurried out with the money, he was really hungry.

If you don't eat, you will die again.

"Hey, painter Li, where are you going in such a hurry?" As soon as he ran to the street, someone greeted Li Changqing.

It's just that Li Changqing didn't know who it was at all, so he didn't pay attention to it at all, and hurriedly looked for a restaurant in the town.

Seeing that Li Changqing was ignoring him, that person also smiled sarcastically and didn't care.

Although Li Changqing is an incompetent painter, he is also a painter with a superior status. No one knows when Li Changqing will draw a good painting by chance, and he will soar into the sky.

Everyone knows that Li Changqing once drew a picture, which made a disciple of an aristocratic family realize the Tao, and cultivated from the realm of transformation to the realm of acquired heaven.

Li Changqing has been bragging about this for many years.

Say it to everyone.

Someone came across and asked Li Changqing: "Painter Li, what a coincidence, have you eaten yet?"

Li Changqing: "Huh? How do you know that my paintings make people enter the acquired realm?"

Even Mrs. Xianglin felt ashamed.

People kept saying hello along the way, but Li Changqing either ignored it or nodded his head. After searching for a quarter of an hour, Li Changqing finally saw a roadside stall.

Breakfast was being sold, and many people were eating here, and the aroma wafted away, making Li Changqing's stomach growl again.

Li Changqing sat down and quickly asked the stall owner to serve him food.

"Hey, Master Li!" The stall owner was an honest middle-aged man, and he was very surprised when he saw Li Changqing.

Li Changqing actually came to eat at his small stall?
On weekdays, Li Changqing insisted on his own status, and would never come to a place like him to eat. The food was Jinhong Tower in the town. What happened today?
Even the other diners were a little curious.

Seeing the boss in a daze, Li Changqing hurriedly said: "Boss, hurry up, you can do anything, hurry up and bring food up."

"Oh, good!" The boss came back to his senses, and quickly served breakfast.

It's nothing more than some porridge and side dishes, and a little pancake.

Li Changqing devoured the food and hadn't eaten for three days. This porridge and side dishes were simply the best meal Li Changqing had ever eaten in his two lifetimes.

Just as Li Changqing was devouring his food, he heard someone shouting not far away: "Painter Li, you are here, just to save me from going to your house to look for you, here is your letter."

Li Changqing raised his head, and saw a man in purple walking over with a huge box on his back. He rummaged through the box, then took out a letter and handed it to Li Changqing.

Li Changqing had oil cake stuffed in his mouth, and he took it curiously, ignoring the oil in his hands, and looked at the words Li Hengsheng written on the envelope.

From cheap son?
　The new book is released, ask for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, roll around and act like a spoiled child, ask for tickets, and they will even beep

　　
　
(End of this chapter)