What? ! I Use Painting to Save the World

(Big male protagonist, no CP, fantasy, boss) When the gray fog swallowed up the last oasis, human civilization lingered in the ruins of steel. In this future dominated by radiation and data, ancient martial arts have long since declined, and mechas are king. The landscapes, flowers and birds on the yellowed paper were regarded as useless "feudal remnants" and were swept into the garbage heap of history. Li Feiwan, a modern master of traditional Chinese painting, accidentally traveled here. Looking at the devastated land and the numb eyes of the people, he picked up a piece of burnt charcoal and drew a flying bird on the broken wall of the ruins. In an instant, the aura circulates and the ink feathers shine. The bird actually fluttered its wings and broke through the gray sky! The world exclaimed: This is not magic, this is a miracle! From then on, a writing brush and a piece of rice paper became the sharpest weapons in the world. He painted bamboo, which turned into a sharp sword and cut off the mutated vines; He painted mountains, which suppressed the mechanical torrent; He painted rivers, with rushing ink purifying the decaying earth. ——This is a story about the writer who uses his life to draw hope.