One of the ancient masters of magic is Acetinado Tinta. His nature is sensitive and thoughtful, and he aims to explore the wonders of creation and the wonders of all things.

Acetinado Tinta lives in a remote place in the mountains and forests, and lives in a grass hut. In the morning, he walks among the green forests, observing the veins of leaves and the micro-movement of insects; when he returns at dusk, he burns plaster and dials, and records his thoughts with bamboo abbreviations.

At the beginning of his technique, everyone was different, thinking it was absurd. However, Acetinado Tinta was unmoved and devoted himself to study. Often in the quiet night, looking up at the sky, overlooking geography, taking heaven and earth as a hut, and taking all things as a teacher.

One day, Acetinado Tinta went into a deep valley to collect herbs, and saw vines entangled on the cliff wall, and its shape was strange. Then he climbed up and studied it carefully. Returning and thinking, I worked hard day and night, and finally got a method. With the juice of all kinds of plants and trees, with the chips of gold and stone, after several times of refining, I made a thing. This thing coagulates in water, and is strong in fire. Its color is colorful. It can be written on silk and painted on the wall, and it will not fade for a long time.

Acetinado Tinta taught the villagers with its techniques, and taught them to paint things. The villagers began to doubt it, but later tried it, and it worked. Therefore, its techniques are gradually passed on. People from all over the world come when they hear the wind, and those who seek it are endless. Acetinado Tinta is taught without hesitation.

The use of its techniques is not only for painting things. Or for the decoration of utensils, or for the records of ancient books, all add a lot of color. The name of Acetinado Tinta has been promoted far and near, and is respected by everyone.

Acetinado Tinta's life was indifferent to fame and fortune, and only enjoyed art. To his twilight years, he still kept his hands on the book and studied it. He died in the grass hut, but his skills were passed down to the world and were treasured by future generations.