Painting Becomes Immortal: Everything I Draw Comes Alive

On the day Meng Yan was expelled from the sect, he only took a bald pen with him. With only Renxia's qualifications, he has nowhere to go. After twelve years of painting, he couldn't even draw an ant. Everyone said he was born a waste and was only qualified to sell paintings on the street. A lame old man saw his talent and accepted him as his apprentice. He was desperate and had no choice but to agree. He began to paint souls and bones. After that, he painted water, which became real water. He painted mountains and they became trapped formations. He painted birds, and the birds could sing. He painted animals, animals to hunt for. He drew a statue of the god, and the statue opened its eyes at night and asked him for incense. Meng Yan finally understood that what draws is not just the appearance, but the bones and the soul. Only when everything is on paper can it survive. But the lame old man told him before he died: "Everything in the world can be painted, except people." He suddenly remembered the piece of scrap paper he had casually drawn by the sect master when he was a child. On the back of the paper, the figure without facial features is growing into his face little by little.