"Daoxuan, my miserable child! Today is your first seventh day. If you know anything about the spring, come back and see you as your father. ()" An old voice faintly lingered in Wu Daoyuan's ears.

"Being a father? My father died when I was ten years old. How could he be mourning in my first seventh day now? No, first seventh day! Am I dead for seven days?" His eyes opened with difficulty, and Wu Daoyuan murmured to himself.

What came into view was boundless darkness, without light, and the air was filled with a strange smell.

"Where is this? Am I in the coffin?" Wu Daoyuan was shocked and suspicious.

Realizing this, Wu Daoxuan stretched out his almost stiff hands with difficulty and pushed them into the air, and was immediately blocked by a cold and thick thing.

"Coffin lid!" Wu Daoyuan exclaimed.

"Who! Who is talking!" In vain, an old voice came from outside again, but this time the voice seemed particularly powerful and powerful, not at all as weak as before.

"I'm not dead yet, why did I bury me in the coffin?" Wu Daoyuan heard someone outside, and immediately shouted loudly, using a move he had just learned from Aunt Gongsun and hit the lid of the coffin violently.

The loud shouts and violent striking sounds were already very weak when they were isolated from the coffin lid and soil, but in the quiet Wu family cemetery, it seemed particularly obvious. Wu Tian, ​​who was originally sad, finally confirmed that the voice was coming from his son's grave, so he shouted tremblingly: "Daoxuan, are you really not dead?!"

"I'm not dead, but if you don't rescue me from the coffin, I'll be suffocated to death." Wu Daoyuan said louder after hearing the sound outside, and at the same time, he used only one and a half-stances to hit the lid of the coffin one after another.

After confirmation, Wu Tian, ​​who was next to the tombstone, immediately burst out with a shocking painting spirit, and suddenly punched the extremely well-built to the tomb, shouting: "Stones are shocking!"

Suddenly, the majestic purple painting spirit burst out from Wu Tian’s right fist, destroying the extremely stoned tomb into dust. Then Wu Tian waved his hand and the dust in the sky was blown away, exposing the jade coffin inside.

Through the translucent jade coffin, Wu Tian could vaguely see his son Wu Daoxuan hitting the extremely hard jade coffin lid, but the jade coffin did not move at all, as if it was hollowed out from the inside of a huge piece of jade.

"Child, don't be anxious, stop, otherwise your fists will be completely scrapped. I'll unseal the jade coffin to draw the array diagram!" Wu Tian said with some pain, and at the same time, he flew his hands and drew mysterious drawings in the air with his fingers at the jade coffin.

When Wu Tian's paintings were finished, the originally close-fitting jade coffin lid burst out with bright light, and then suddenly flew into the sky.

Introduction: I want this heaven to be able to stop my pen; I want this earth to be able to bury my paintings; I want all sentient beings to understand my soul; I want all Buddhas to look up at my body! The heavens will cover me, and draw them through the sky with one stroke!--I am the painting saint Wu Daozi, and I am the spokesperson for myself.

This is a vast world of painting spirit, without true energy, without magic, only the painting spirit that reproduces to the extreme!

Realm division: painter, painter, painter, painter, painter, painter, painter, painter, king, painter, painter, painter, painter, painter, painter, painter, painter god, painter immortal, painter saint. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!