A huge lake as far as the eye can see, and the water of the lake is as strange red as blood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

No, it's not blood, it's blood, sticky and smelly, and under the water is a thick layer of rotting flesh and bones, and in the mud there are white bones, undulating like mountains, boundless.

Probably this is the legendary hell.

Anjou felt like her consciousness was being split in half, half human, half seed.

The half of the human soul fell uncontrollably into the blood, crushed into the mud by the invisible pressure, wrapped in sticky and muddy flesh, and the rancid smell made people dizzy and disgusting, and the resentment of thousands of people before death penetrated into their minds, trying to dissipate Anjou's consciousness.

And the half that belongs to the seed gradually adjusts itself in discomfort, and the breath of killing and destruction that turns into substance cannot shake the desire for life in its heart, it is changing the cell structure in its body little by little, and the comer does not refuse to filter and purify all the energy that enters the body, and convert it into nutrients, which can be used to promote its own rooting, germination, and growth and flowering......

When the red lotus petals bloom, revealing a pink lotus canopy with golden lotus seeds inside.

Anjou shook, and her soul was thrown out of this world, back into her body, and she was deeply impressed by the last image she saw in the middle of the air in her memory.

-- A blood-colored red lotus bloomed from the blood-colored lake, and although it was all red, the red lotus was full of holy brilliance, and under its illumination, it seemed that even the lake water became lighter.

Anjou's soul returned to its place, and when he saw the fan of "Red Lotus in the Rain" in his hand, his emotions were very complicated.

She couldn't take everything that happened just now as a dream hallucination, the smell of the lake was so real, the feeling of the roots penetrating the white bones was so clear, and even the key to purifying energy was engraved in her mind, and she could take it out and use it on herself at any time.

"There's a world in the painting. An Ru's fingers caressed the red lotus on the screen, and the touch of the protective film was smooth and slightly elastic from the fingertips, she raised her head, looked at Jun Mo and asked, "Right?"

"Yes, but that world is not complete, you are you, Red Lotus is Red Lotus, it's just that you are attached to Red Lotus to feel its life. Jun Mo asked, and said, "I'll tell you a story." ”

There is such a small world in the heavens and ten thousand worlds, and the name of the world is no longer available, and the time when the story takes place is also unknown.

The master of this world is very cruel and ruthless, he cultivates to be strong, does not put the lives of mortals in his eyes, in order to become a god, he announced that a feast will be held on the most prosperous planet, inviting countless strong people, and announced that during the feast, everyone's consumption on this planet is free, so countless people in the stars rushed to come.

At the beginning of the event, the Juggernaut opened the array of sacrifices depicted inside the planet.

Tens of billions of lives were sacrificed at the same time, their flesh turned into lakes and seas, their bones piled up like mountains, and the bloody aura rose to the sky, but the master failed to become a god.

Because in the covenant of the gods, those who become gods by sacrificing their lives are evil gods, and the gods see and punish them, and there happens to be a goddess of mercy who travels in the small world, discovers the bloody qi, and then slaps to death the lord of happiness and sorrow.

The goddess took out a lotus seed, infused it with life, and threw it into the sea of corpses and blood.

The lotus seed is just the seed of an ordinary lotus, but the vitality is magical, so the lotus seed is never dead in the sea of blood, and the vitality is contained in it, and it gradually adapts to the environment, transforms the body that can purify the power of filth and evil, and takes root and sprouts......

A hundred years later, a pure red lotus bloomed in the sea of blood.

"The painting on the fan is the pure red lotus. Jun Mo asked, pointing to the red lotus in the painting: "The painting contains vitality and purification laws, which is the realm of virtual and real coexistence in the heart painting." ”

There are four realms in mind painting, the false realm, the imaginary realm, the imaginary and real habitat, and the real realm, and the final reality is equal to the creation of the world - there is a complete real world in the painting.

Anru returned the fan to Jun Mo and asked, the memory in the painting just now had too much impact on her, causing her to be in a lot of confusion, as if she was thinking a lot, but as if she didn't think about anything, she didn't care about being outside, and directly ordered the system: 'Jin Yi, exchange for learning illusions.' ’

One second in reality, one hour in fantasy, Anjou has plenty of time to think.

As soon as he entered the fantasy of learning, Anjou did not look at the computer floating next to him, but embodied a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and drew on the paper.

Anjou always thought that her heart painting had not been able to get started so far, because she was not enthusiastic enough and her feelings were not rich enough, but after a trip to "Red Lotus in the Rain", she suddenly understood why the system said that whether it is emotions or feelings, it is only the basis of heart painting, and the most important thing should be 'mind'.

Saying 'mind' sounds mysterious, after all, the heart can't think, but it can be understood by changing the mind to Anjou.

Mind is a spirit, and when the mind is firm and solid, it is also a kind of spiritual energy.

However, spiritual power is mainly directed at the body, while mental power is directed at the spiritual consciousness and even the soul.

Anjou's paintings are also lotus flowers, freehand lotus leaves, lotus flowers with fine brushwork, and the modeling structure is copied from the red lotus in the rain, but the idea put into the painting is not to purify vitality and cleanse the soul.

The vitality given by the goddess is only a chance for the red lotus to survive, and the red lotus's desire to survive uses these to change its physique, absorb the evil and filthy energy of the outside world, purify it for its own use, and let itself take root, sprout, grow and blossom.

From beginning to end, the Red Lotus's desire is to survive, even if it mutates into the Pure World Red Lotus, what it wants in its heart is still to live.

For Anjou, the deepest feeling in the life of becoming a red lotus is not vitality or purification, but that red lotus never forgets its original intention.

Anjou carefully depicts the lines on the petals, devotes himself wholeheartedly, turns his thoughts into entities, as the brush and ink enter the painting, the loss of ideas gradually depletes the mind, as if he has not slept for a few days, the brain throbs, every time Anjou is about to hold on, there will be a cool air flow into the mind, soothe those discomforts, let the beginning of the malaise regain the spirit, so that the mind is still unconscious.

In just one hour, it seemed like a lifetime to Anjou, and she finished the last stroke with her eyes closed, a happy smile on her face.

She saw herself open a door, and the name of that door was Heart Painting.

It turns out that this is a heart painting. ’

Anjou thought, opened her eyes, looked at the painting in front of her, she saw the shadow of herself stepping on a bicycle from the painting, from the Nanjiang River to here, the sweat sprinkled along the way could not be filled with buckets, was it really just to brush the map?

No, swiping the map is just an excuse, what I really want in my heart is an unfettered life, freedom.

It is not only the freedom of the body, but also the freedom of the soul, so I fall in love with the feeling of chasing the wind and fall in love with transcending myself.

Suddenly remembering the childish vows in the kindergarten, Anjou whispered, "I want to be the king standing on the stars!"