In March, flowers are in full bloom.

Feng Qingyan sat by the stream in front of the valley, quietly contemplating the bridge of listening to the guidance in his mind.

Although he is not yet sure whether the bridge in his mind is the bridge of connection, he is temporarily called the bridge of connection.

At this moment, the bridge of connection, the first texture on the bridge, is so clear.

It's as real as it gets.

This made Feng Qingyan amazed, and he became more and more convinced that it was the bridge he had been looking for. It's just that he didn't expect that the bridge he had been looking for was actually in his mind.

Is this providential?

Soon after, he opened his eyes, condensed a paintbrush in his hand, and tried to paint.

When a stroke is drawn, a stroke appears on the stream, and gradually the structure of the bridge appears, as if someone was building a bridge on the stream. When the bridge of connection appears, it quietly exudes a mysterious aura like a thread.

The breath shook the heavens and the earth, causing a thick fog to suddenly rise around the stream.

The fog gradually darkened.

In the end, it was churning like ink.

Qing Mang, who was grazing by the stream, saw it, his eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly felt that the heaven and earth were filled with breath that made it indescribable.

Its soul was shaking slightly.

Although the black fog shrouded the bridge at this moment, the bridge body was faintly visible.

Its eyes were fixed on the Bridge of Connection, as if something on the bridge was calling to it, making it involuntarily walk towards the Bridge of Connection.

It wants to cross the bridge of connection.

It seems that after the bridge of guidance, something awaits it.

In the front yard of the wooden house in the valley, the four of Xihe, Yingshu, Donggonglan and the maid shook slightly, and looked out of the valley.

See the black fog in the sky.

"Huh, ghost fog?"

Shadow Book was a little surprised.

"It's a bit like a ghostly fog, but it's ......"

The little lady frowned, feeling that the black fog in front of her was more advanced than the ghost fog, and it seemed to contain some mysterious aura in it.

It seemed that in the billowing black mist, there was a call.

At this time, the three of them walked out curiously, and soon walked to the mouth of the valley, and saw a mysterious stone arch bridge faintly visible in the rolling black fog.

The stone arch bridge is nothing more than the appearance of three zhang.

However, it gives people majestic and majestic, as if it is thousands of feet long.

"What kind of bridge is this? How do I feel, it's like it's crossing time and space?" Shadow Book's eyes widened slightly, and he wondered in amazement, "Also, I seem to feel that it seems to be calling for something." ”

"This bridge, it's amazing. ”

The little lady of Xihe was a little stunned, and looked at the black fog and listened to the bridge of the introduction.

"This bridge is very strange and mysterious, why did it suddenly appear here?" Donggong Lan said in surprise, and then she found a white-clothed figure sitting in front of the bridge, "Hey, could it be painted by a gentleman?"

"It should have been painted by the gentleman, but what kind of bridge did the gentleman draw?"

Shadow Book Road.

"I don't know, this bridge seems to exude a very magical atmosphere. ”

Donggong Lan shook his head, unable to see what it was.

But I don't think it's easy.

And at this time.

They saw Qing Mang and walked towards the bridge step by step.

Just when they were surprised, they found that the maid who followed them was also walking towards the bridge of the lead.

His gaze was a little glazed.

"Xiaoqin?"

Donggong Lan screamed.

But her maid, as if she hadn't heard, walked step by step towards the bridge of the lead.

"Sister Lan, Xiaoqin, what is this?"

Shadow Book asked with some doubts.

Donggong Lan frowned, but when he saw that it was a bridge drawn by the gentleman, he didn't stop the maid. At this moment, she also saw the green cow and the old sea, and also walked to the bridge of the introduction.

"Qing Mang, Xiaoqin, Lao Hai ......"

Shadow Book frowned.

The three of them were still fine, and they didn't seem to be affected by the Bridge of Connection.

At this moment, Donggong Lan also found that the three of them seemed to be different from others, but they couldn't tell what was different.

When Donggong Lan and Yingshu looked at each other, only the little lady of Xihe looked at the bridge of guidance stupidly.

And at this time.

Qing Mang, who was walking in the front, was already about to walk on the bridge of connection.

But Feng Qingyan didn't stop it, and he continued to draw the bridge of connection, and the current bridge of connection seems to be drawn on the surface.

However, the texture of the bridge has not yet been drawn.

When Qing Mang stepped on the bridge of connection.

Like a dream, the bridge of connection shattered in an instant and quickly disappeared.

The black fog that had been created by the bridge of connection around it also quickly receded and disappeared, and the heavens and the earth became clear again.

At this time, Qing Mang, the maid Xiaoqin and Qingniu Laohai gradually came to their senses.

"Ah, Your Majesty, what's wrong with me?"

Qing Mang fell into the stream with a thud, and asked Feng Qingyan with a blank face.

"It's fine. ”

Feng Qingyan smiled.

"Gentleman, what kind of bridge did you just draw, it looks so mysterious. Yingshu stepped forward and asked curiously, "Why did the bridge collapse as soon as Qing Mang stepped on it?"

"I don't know what the bridge is, so I just draw it. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

Yingshu stared at Feng Qingyan with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Gentleman, is the bridge you just drew in a gentleman's dream?"

The little lady of Xihe came back to her senses and asked, she felt from the bridge of connection, two familiar breaths, just like her gallery.

"Almost. ”

Feng Qingyan groaned.

The little lady of Xihe suddenly became a little excited when she heard this, as if she had found a like-minded friend.

"Why did the gentleman's bridge suddenly collapse?"

The little lady of Xihe asked.

"Maybe it's because the painting is not enough. ”

Feng Qingyan thought for a while.

"Isn't the painting power enough?" The little lady Xihe thought about it and said, "Gentleman, you can use your big stone gate to reinforce it, so that it won't collapse." ”

"That's a way. ”

Feng Qingyan smiled and said, also seriously thinking about the reason for the failure.

Although he didn't think that he would be able to draw it the first time, he didn't expect it to collapse so completely.

At the moment he didn't paint again.

The bridge he had just drawn was almost exhausting his mental strength, and he couldn't stop to rest.

Early in the morning of the second day.

He came to the brook and drew the bridge again.

When the Bridge of Connection appeared, the heavens and the earth were once again filled with billowing black fog and exuding a mysterious aura like silk.

Qing Mang, Qing Niu Lao Hai and the maid Xiaoqin were called by the bridge of guidance again.

When someone or an ox steps on it.

The bridge of connection shattered again, and in an instant it was gone.

At this moment, he was thinking about the reason for the failure, but unfortunately he still couldn't find it, which made him very puzzled. It stands to reason that he is now a painter, and he should have enough painting power to draw the bridge of connection, but he failed.

Why?

He painted the bridge of guidance again and again, and the bridge of connection was broken again and again.

More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In other words, he had painted more than ten times, but none of them succeeded, which made Feng Qingyan very puzzled.

And the onlookers Yingshu, Xihe and Donggonglan also couldn't figure it out.

"Xihe, why do you say that a gentleman will fail?"

Shadow Book asked curiously.

"I don't know. ”

The little lady shook her head.

In her opinion, the bridge of connection was obviously a success, but for some reason, the bridge suddenly broke.

It's weirdly broken.

"Does Sister Lan know?"

Shadow Book turned his head and asked.

Donggong Lan shook his head slightly.

"What the hell is going wrong? It's weird. Shadow Book frowned and said, always feeling that something was wrong, the bridge was broken too abruptly.

It seems that there is some kind of power that is breaking the bridge.

After a while, Yingshu was a little excited: "Sister Lan, could it be that the bridge drawn by the gentleman is too powerful, so God doesn't let it exist?"

Donggong Lan: "......"

"This, wouldn't it?" said Shadow Book, stunned.

"Why not?" asked the shadow book rhetorically, "How else can you explain it?" It stands to reason that it can't collapse. Moreover, this collapse is too weird and unreasonable. This bridge is too terrifying for the heavens to tolerate it, which is normal. ”

Donggong Lan wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this.

"Shadow book, is the gentleman's bridge powerful, or my hell powerful?"

The little lady of Xihe asked.

"Uh......"

Yingshu was a little stuck, and finally said: "It should be Sister Xihe's hell is more powerful." ”

"Since heaven can tolerate even my hell, it is natural to tolerate the bridge of a gentleman. ”

Xihe little lady said.

"Then, then, why did the gentleman's bridge collapse?"

Shadow book asked.

The little lady of Xihe couldn't answer.

In the early morning of the next day, Yingshu, Xihe and Donggonglan sat by the stream with a small bench, eating snacks while watching the gentleman draw the bridge.

"Tsk, this bridge is really not simple the more you look at it, it is only three zhang, but it gives people ten thousand zhang, as if traveling through time and space. Yingshu's mouth was bulging, and he exclaimed while eating snacks, "Sister Xihe, Sister Lan, have you seen the power of the bridge drawn by the gentleman, what is it for?"

"The gentleman's bridge, like Sister Xihe's hell, is filled with the breath of the underworld. ”

Donggong Lan groaned.

"Uh-huh. ”

Shadow Book nodded with a puffed mouth and said, "That's true." ”

"However, Sister Xihe's hell exudes depression, pain, and remorse, but the Gentleman's Bridge is a call. ”

Donggong Lan Road.

"Uh-huh, I seem to hear something calling, so what's calling?"

Shadow Book nodded.

Donggong Lan hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"It seems to be calling for a spirit. The little lady of Xihe groaned and said, "This bridge may only be able to be crossed by the spirit." ”

"Spirits?"

Yingshu and Donggong Lan were stunned for a moment.

And at this moment, Qing Mang, Lao Hai and Xiaoqin walked towards the bridge of connection again, and when Qing Mang stepped on it, the bridge of connection was broken again.

Feng Qingyan stared at the sky above the stream, as if he was looking at the bridge of connection.

This bridge is indeed something that only the gods can cross.

However, this was not the reason for the bridge of connection to break, and he still did not find the reason for the failure.

"Gentleman, what kind of bridge are you drawing? ”

Shadow Book couldn't help but ask.

Feng Qingyan came back to his senses, muttered for a while, and said, "This is the bridge of connection." ”

"The Bridge of Connection?"

All three of them were a little curious.

"What is it used for?"

Shadow book asked.

"When a man dies, his soul returns to heaven, and it should be led by this bridge. ”

Feng Qingyan stood up and looked up at Tianyu Dao.

The three of them looked at each other when they heard this.

"Is it used to attract the spirit? Why do you need to receive it? Doesn't the soul have its own home?

Shadow Book asked in surprise.

"In this world, what is the place where the soul returns?"

Feng Qingyan looked at the shadow book.

"The Netherworld. ”

Shadow Book Road.

"What about the souls going to the Netherworld?" Feng Qingyan asked, "Let them fend for themselves, or be infected as evil ghosts?"

"Uh......"

Shadow Book was stunned.

She doesn't know much about the Netherworld, only that when people die, their souls return to the Netherworld.

"Also, what if heaven and earth are isolated from the netherworld, and the divine soul can't go to the netherworld?" Feng Qingyan asked again, "At this time, this bridge can be connected." ”

"Oh, I see. ”

Shadow Book Road.

However, something seems to be wrong.

In the blink of an eye.

And a few more days passed.

Feng Qingyan still failed.

He gradually realized that it didn't seem to be a problem with his drawing ability.

At this moment, he thought carefully, why did he only do three things in the past two years? One is to obtain the position of the king of the qin, the second is to obtain the position of the king of the book, and the third is to obtain the position of the king of painting.

These three things are what he feels he should do when he does them.

This has to do with the Bridge of Leads.

Before, he seemed to understand in the dark.

However, after a short time, he seemed to forget again......

If the bridge in mind is a bridge of connection, then you need to draw it yourself.

The role of the painter is to draw the bridge of connection.

And what about the position of the king of books?

What is it used for the Bridge of Connection?

Feng Qingyan pondered carefully for a moment and found that the role of the book monarch was to write the four big characters of "Bridge of Connection".

It seems so.

Feng Qingyan nodded secretly.

What about the position of the Qin King?

What does this have to do with the bridge of connection?

When he was thinking about it, he suddenly realized that the role of the book king seemed to be incorrect.

The role of the position of the scholar is indeed to write the four big characters "Bridge of Introduction" on the bridge of introduction, but it may need to be integrated into the will of the extreme.

Yes, it just needs to be integrated into the will of the Extreme.

At this moment, he frowned.

He is now at most an Extreme Will, and he can't reach the Extreme Will's level at all.

If his current will is the will of the Extreme, he can push the world with the power of his will.

Isn't it true that in ten years, or even a hundred years, he will not be able to draw a bridge of guidance?

He doesn't think that in ten or a hundred years, the will will will reach the extreme level.

Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed tightly, hoping that he would have to think too much.

So what is the use of the position of Qin Jun?

He really couldn't think of this, and he couldn't get in touch with the bridge at all.

Could it be that when the bridge of connection is attracting the soul, someone still needs to play the piano to help the fun?

That's not unavoidable......

But at this time, Feng Qingyan's heart was suddenly shocked, and he suddenly understood the role of Qin Jun's position.

It's really fun.

However, the song played was "The Conjuring"!

Feng Qingyan finally understood why he wanted to be the king of piano, calligraphy and painting.

Prove that the painter leads the bridge with the painting, proves the ambition of the scholar with the book, and proves the sound of the piano with the stroke......

But the problem now is that the bridge is not drawn.

"Prince Changqin, the pole kills the word tablet......"

At this moment, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and thought, so what is there in the painting city?

He can use the prince's long piano to play the "conjuring spirit", and he can use the pole to kill the word tablet as the bridge of the introduction, so what pen should he use to draw the bridge of the introduction?

Pen?

Feng Qingyan was a little stunned.

Could it be that the bridge of connection is broken because of the brush?

This seems ridiculous, but judging from the various aspects of the piano city and the book city, it is indeed a lack of a paintbrush.

He didn't expect that the reason for the failure turned out to be a pen......

So what pen does the world have to draw the bridge of guidance?

Feng Qingyan's first thought was a divine pen.

Cloud Dream God comes to write!

And at this point, he finally understood.

Why do those twisted black lines say that the bridge of connection is related to Yun Mengze.

The magic pen is in Yunmengze.

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