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A picture of mountains and rivers in ink with both shades and shades unfolds abruptly.

Chu Feng fell into a mountain of ink in that instant.

In the mountains and rivers of ink, scorched ink, thick ink, and light ink are intertwined and rendered everywhere, and the mountains in the distance, the forests in the near, the birds in the air, and the white clouds in the sky are all outlined into a freehand landscape.

The ink flowed in this volume of landscape, soft and soothing, as if it had spread out in the water, fluttering around Chu Feng.

Chu Feng couldn't see Yi Jianchu, the painter who depicted a landscape, and he couldn't see Gong Wei, who was still in front of him.

He had already fallen into Yi Jianchu's law world, and in this world, he was very passive.

Chu Feng pursed his lips slightly, looking at the ink that was floating in the large blank space, outlining and overlapping layer by layer, and the ink depicted a distant mountain.

This is a distant mountain that suddenly appeared, it did not have the support of the earth, but it suddenly appeared in the air under the depiction of ink, above the white clouds, looming.

This piece of distant mountains is very vivid and fascinating, even if it is only an ink-colored distant mountain, it makes Chu Feng faintly feel a little real, after all, now that he is in a world of ink, the distant mountains are naturally real.

Chu Feng held the Water Moon Sword, and then the distant mountain fell from the sky, silently, without a single sound, as if it was a night snow that had fallen silently.

Seeing the falling distant mountains getting closer and closer, Chu Feng couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Yi Jianchu was a figure more than 30,000 years ago, so it is natural that he is recorded in his 100,000-year-old ancient books.

In the ancient books, all the descriptions of Yi Jianchu's Taoist rules are basically inseparable from four words, called the picturesque rivers and mountains.

Chu Feng combined with other descriptions to roughly guess what kind of Tao the so-called picturesque rivers and mountains were, and now that he was in the middle of it, he felt the mystery of this kind of Tao rule.

The world depicted in ink is so real that Yi Jianchu must have been an outstanding painter before he became emperor.

An emperor who integrated ink and landscape into his own laws turned out to be a kendo, which is also a very interesting thing.

Chu Feng thought a lot, but he didn't think about how to crack this picturesque country, he just held the water moon tightly, and then a sword rainbow cut the falling distant mountain into two, very direct and very simple.

Even if it is the law world of the Great Emperor, if there is no direct confrontation between the Great Emperors, it is not so easy to kill the Great Emperor.

The ink continues to dance in the blank space, continuing to outline mountains, rivers, cities, and people.

The ink didn't seem to care about what Chu Feng was doing at all, it was just concentrating on painting, even if the pictures it drew were a little crowded together.

The scroll lifted slightly, and the screen turned a page in an instant.

Chu Feng stood in the middle of a city of ink.

It's a city like no other, with shops on both sides of the street, and bustling crowds pushing each other forward.

The merchant is selling, the people looking at the goods are bargaining, a man is sitting at the window facing the street on the second floor of the restaurant, pointing at the beggar on the road and laughing, a few women in half-disjointed shirts on the green building not far away are lazily leaning on the gangan, throwing flattering eyes at the passers-by, and an old man sitting on the corner of the street, slowly pulling the erhu to make a living......

The silence of the world, but the vividness of every character and every scene, even the silent world, is enough to let people know what is going on here, what is happening, or what is going to happen.

Chu Feng stood in the center of the crowd, he was not the group of people who came, nor the group of people who left, he was the only one in the flowing crowd who seemed a little abrupt, because he did not belong to this picture.

Chu Feng knew that once he integrated into this painting, he might never be able to leave this piece of ink and wash again.

Therefore, Chu Feng stubbornly refused, playing a role in this painting scroll that destroys all beauty, as if a thick cloud of ink suddenly fell from the brushstroke, directly soaking the thin piece of rice paper, no matter how the painter alters or depicts, he can no longer hide the existence of this mass of ink.

This stubborn ink stain held the Water Moon Sword, his expression was calm, and then he stared slightly, opened his eyes again, and the picture scroll in front of him changed again.

He was in a barren battlefield, and the black remnant sun in the distance brought a bit of desolation to the earth.

Above the earth were burning inky flames, destroyed chariots, war horses and warriors resting together, black smoke, and the afterimage of the broken banner in the distance, blending into a burning picture.

Chu Feng seemed to be the only person standing on this land, the only living person.

Chu Feng smiled slightly, pursed his lips, and raised his head to look at the sky, as if the person in the painting was looking outside the scroll.

At that glance, it was deep but calm.

That glance made Yi Jianchu feel a little cool.

So a pair of eyes appeared in the sky.

Those eyes were staring at Chu Feng through a layer of rice paper.

The two worlds on the outside of the paper and inside the paper are blended together at this moment.

A pen finally landed on the paper, dipped in ink, and began to sketch.

The moment that pen fell on the screen, all the fallen warriors stood up.

As a result, the only color in this ink painting world is surrounded by warriors layer by layer, as if the king of these warriors is at the core.

The warriors stood up, clutching the broken sword in their hands, and then slowly half-knelt down and raised their swords to the sky.

The pen in the sky was still sketching on the paper.

The pen was drawn so fast that it was hard to see what it was sketching, and not even the rich ink had time to soak through the ends of the delicate hairs and leave their marks on the paper.

Chu Feng didn't act, Chu Feng was just waiting.

He was waiting for Yi Jian's first sword to pierce the paper.

If Yi Jian does not come out of the sword, he will never be defeated.

If Yi Jianchu wants to win, he can only make a sword - or a pen, Yi Jianchu's ink pen.

Chu Feng waited for a long time, and the pen that was sketching quickly finally stopped.

After repeated retracement, it finally depicted what it wanted to outline.

What it depicts is just a sword.

It was a square, slender sword, with no edge, no tip, and no spine – perhaps more appropriately described as a strip of ink.

The ink pen pierced through the paper from the hand of the pen holder and entered the world of ink.

The ink pen stabbed straight at it.

The ink pen came very gently, but Chu Feng had nowhere to hide.

Because this is the world in the scroll, when the world in the scroll is perceived, the pen has already fallen on the scroll.

When you perceive it, you have already done it.

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