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83_83088In the middle of the boy's face, there is a musician standing, he is sitting on the ground playing the steel serpent, facing the straight direction of red, the long red hair that shows the charm of art, in the rhythm of the man's fingers fascinated and devoted, most of his face is also completely covered in the long hair, this song is like the sound of that day, who else is Beethoven, the greatest representative of the Viennese classic, he is playing the song at this time is full of passionate rhythm "Hero". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing on either side of the piano man are two great calligraphers and painters, one is Leonardo da Vinci, the representative of the European Renaissance, who is painting a huge painting, the Last Supper!

The one on the left, holding a brush on the white paper half a meter high in front of the man, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing are drawing something, the words out of the hand are similar to the beautiful strength and the inner connotation of the pen gesture and the sword edge, this is the person's highest cursive pen work - "Lan Ting Preface", he is the king of Chinese calligraphy called Xizhi.

The three of them are the most accomplished representative figures of ancient Eastern and Western literature and art, and their artistic attainments are all in various fields for a finger flick, and Hong has understood which hexagram in this array is, and the hexagram direction he walked was dictated by the god of food to the ground in front of him.

Deeply attracted by the artistic charm of the three people, he unconsciously walked in front of the three of them and shouted, "Good words, good paintings, good music!"

"You're here, we've been waiting for you for a long time, so how about changing the tune for you?"

When these words entered his ears, the young man felt that his ears were suddenly ringing, and he immediately knew that something bad was wrong, but it was too late!

The sound of heavy metal came out of the piano and poured into his ears, and his whole body felt numb, his brain was buzzing, and his brain began to be dark and chaotic. He saw that the figures in the painting were moving, and the cursive characters in the preface of the chapter on the left were changing, like black dragons dancing wildly.

"The place where we are guarding is the Ten Trigrams of Art in this Scripture Array, the Three Sages of the Five Trigrams of Music, the Double Sages of Art, and the Music Master, haha, see how you can break our formation?" The three legendary artists, musicians, all with bright eyes, looked at Zihong and laughed vividly, their eyes were on the green flowers that Sen Sen could not look directly at.

Seeing the characters in the "Last Supper" move, his eyes were dazzled, and his eyes fell into a haze...

His eyes were calm, and he saw that he was standing in the painting, and in front of the young man there was a long table, and in front of him sat Jesus with a smile from Leonardo da Vinci, and next to the Son, there were the twelve disciples in the painting, frightened, angry, contemplative, confessed, greedy, and the expressions of the twelve disciples in front of them were vividly expressed, and they were eating and discussing at this time.

Standing not far in front of them, but like a transparent person without being noticed by the person in the painting, he could only make a move at this time, and he did not panic and just stood there quietly, listening carefully to their conversation with each other.

"Judas, in fact, the person you value most as a teacher is you. You are smart, capable, and loyal to God and to your teachers. ”

At this time, Judas's smug look is self-evident, he put down the wine in his hand, the greedy color on his face, immediately retracted into his heart, but the treacherous color can not be fully hidden, he stood up, high-end wine arms, toasted towards Jesus, and said: "Master, the disciple is a vain to you, as long as you believe in the apprentice, I promise that the great cause of preaching the scriptures will be accomplished in the near future, and then the earth will be completely illuminated under the holy light of the gods, and the world will enter an eternal golden age, and there will never be killing and injustice." ”

"Judas, you are very good at talking, and you are also very good at destroying the mind of a teacher, but as long as you don't be duplicitous and betray your teacher, then you can also seek the right result and fly to heaven. Jesus glanced at Judas and bowed his head.

Judas couldn't help but turn pale, and beads of sweat fell quietly from his forehead, thinking, "No, did Jesus already know that I had betrayed him? Judas thought of the good things in his womb, and his greed was on display.

"Judas, he's a liar, a villain, a traitor. Teacher, you were deceived by him. One of the disciples sitting near Jesus stood up and angrily uncovered Judas's true face, and Jesus frowned.

Suddenly, the expressions of the other disciples changed subtly: frightened, angry, contemplative, fearful, etc., all kinds of colors were revealed.

"Haha, to tell you the truth, you might as well be betrayed, you have been betrayed by me, the great priest will bring people to you immediately, you will all be arrested, and those who take refuge in my Great Judaism will stand up, and I will keep you safe. ”

"I already know that you have betrayed your teacher, but I still come to this dinner, just to see if you Judas have a little repentance, you have completely rebelled against God, you will go to hell to suffer forever, I will be born again when I die, this is the calamity that Heaven has promised me, except for Judas, everyone else will ascend to heaven after my death. Jesus, still with his face unchanged, raised his arms in salute to heaven, and then made a cross on his chest.

The eleven disciples suddenly rolled up their sleeves with a fierce face and wanted to kill Judas, a traitor, on the spot, and suddenly the whole hall fell into chaos, and Judas retreated in horror. At this moment, the gate was kicked open from the outside with a loud bang, and the high priest broke in with a sword and axe.

Judas's face suddenly turned from white to normal, and he shouted to the high priest, pointing at his master and shouting, "He is Jesus, he is, ah!"

"What I hate most is this villain who deceives the teacher and destroys the ancestors, such an apprentice is really redundant to use probation, hehe!"

"You, you, you... All the people in the hall became panicked, pointing at Fuchin and screaming speechless. When Jesus saw Judas being killed, instead of being grateful, he put his hands over his face and shouted, "The garrison is broken, ah... With a scream, all the people in the hall turned into smoke, and the entire hall was still in silence.

"I guessed it. The golden light of the Eyelid Treasure Knife in Hong's hand disappeared in a flash. His brain was very calm to see the breaking point of this formation, that is, after Judas drew out the enemy, they would join forces to deal with him, and the strange and changeable in the painting, he had to start early, because the picture was fixed on the picture of Jesus eating with his twelve disciples, if there were other characters, it would mean that there was a variable, and when to stay without doing anything!

On the map of the "Last Supper" in the woods, a white mist burst out and was tattered, and Fuchin was still standing in the painting, standing in front of Leonardo da Vinci in front of the painting.

"Look at me. Wang Xizhi next to him shouted, he held a pen in his left hand, and the words he had just finished writing in his hand, turned into blue light and flew into the painting.

"Break that formation, and come in and try it for a while!" another door opened on the wall of the hall, and the sound came from it, the door was open, and there was a faint white light on the edge of the door.

Heading towards the door, he walked to the doorway and jumped in with a sharp slam of his mind. Wang Xizhi is sitting in the door, this is a room of 100 square meters, the interior scene is elegantly arranged by the ancient servants, the wall is hung with a large cursive font of the calligraphy saint's own hand, the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" that has just been completed is indeed placed on the table, and the handwriting is all from Wang Xizhi's handwriting. Hong's most admired calligrapher and painter is Wang Xizhi, so he has studied his authentic works very deeply, and there will never be fakes, but these words are indeed still floating with ink fragrance and slight ink.

Looking at this word, he couldn't help frowning, and his vigilance suddenly increased. No matter how similar the characters in them are, they are indeed illusions, things that change out of the impressions and memories in their minds, and their only purpose is to trap themselves in the array.

At this time, Wang Xizhi actually bowed down and picked up his true handwriting, and the newly written "Lan Tingxu" respectfully slammed his hands in front of the young man. Hong's whole body couldn't control the trembling, the big characters of the real ink fragrance had drifted into his nose, as the saying goes, "curiosity kills the cat", Red still couldn't help but be curious, and wanted to take a good stick in his hand to see the real handwork, the previous hexagram was not as good as this, and his slightly trembling hand actually took the real hand.

After Wang Xizhi shook the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" in his hand, he immediately expressed his relief as if he was relieved, he took two steps back, stroked his white beard and looked at the young man with a smile, just when he couldn't wait to open this true handwriting that he dreamed of for a long time with both hands, all the handwriting in the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" was brought to life, turning into a light and shadow of the words, which came out of the white paper and swam away from his body, and then the shadow penetrated into his skin. The skin on Hong's entire body was full of the light and shadow of these black ink grass words, and they spread to the pupils of his eyes, these words were like charms, blocking all his internal strength and courage in his body, and he couldn't use any strength.

As soon as his whole body was loose, he sat cross-legged and smoked on the top of his head, Wang Xizhi looked up to the sky and laughed, "I'm going to ask Lord God of Food for credit, Wan Zihong actually fell into my hands." Wang Xizhi's face at this time became completely clear from being unclear just now, and his face became a butter bread, but his body was still a human body.

The brush in the bread-faced man's hand turned into a blue light, and became a sharp sword that emitted green light, and the sword shimmered in circles, and he slashed at the top of Hong's head with a roar of rage. --461291+cqsqc+361-->。

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