"What's so difficult about this?" Xuan Ye was very puzzled by her intentions, just to enjoy a painting with him?

"Don't rush to conclusions, my painting can't be appreciated by ordinary people, and only those who dare to fight for their lives can appreciate it" The white-clothed "Shadow Moon" is a mysterious whisper, as if laughing at his innocence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What do you mean?" Xuan Ye looked at her suspiciously, but he couldn't see any expression on her unfathomable face, maybe it was at this moment that he realized that although this woman had the same figure and face as Shadow Moon, the light in her eyes was a completely different person.

"It's getting late, the full moon is in the sky, it's a good time to put it into the painting," Ling Bo muttered to himself, looking at the deep blue sky, where a bright moon was faintly shining through the ethereal clouds.

"Little prince, I will make a statement to you in advance, I have decided that I can't retreat halfway if I want to come" The woman in white looked at Xuan Ye again and said softly, the tone was a bit psychedelic, which made Xuan Ye feel stunned again.

"A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase, don't worry, since I promised, I will naturally not break my word" Xuan Ye looked at the white-clothed "Shadow Moon", for some reason he always felt that her pupils revealed a bit of a strange color, and her body was faintly revealing a bit of fairy energy, which made him puzzled and at the same time shook his head hard, trying his best to stay awake.

"Then you are invited to see this famous masterpiece" I saw the woman in white suddenly get up, and the white flowing yarn wide sleeves waved lightly into the air of the viewing pavilion, and a painting of heavy ink and color appeared out of thin air.

"This..."Xuan Ye shook his head vigorously, he couldn't believe this sudden scene, since the painting was hanging steadily in the air, there was no half of it fluttering, there was wind, stars and moon in the autumn night, but Xuan Ye only felt that this night was beyond his ordinary imagination, and his whole body only felt light and fluttering.

"Why don't you lean over and take a look?" The familiar and beautiful female voice came into his ears, but he only felt a trance in his ears, and he settled down and leaned over.

"This painting..."Xuan Ye approached the painting, only to see that the painting was a green and verdant bamboo forest, the bamboo was vividly depicted, as if the bamboo leaves of the trees were swaying gently in the wind, but what surprised him even more was that there was still a young woman dressed in a fine brocade dress under the bamboo forest, the woman was lying on her side very lazily, and the green bamboo handle fan in her hand was about to fall to the ground, her eyebrows were picturesque, revealing a bit of beauty floating out of the dust, which made people feel love.

"Little Lord, how about you please take a tour of the painting?" The white-clothed Ying Yue saw his trance-like appearance, and smiled lightly with thin lips, but he made this almost impossible request.

"Although you are not the real Shadow Moon, how can you talk such nonsense?" Xuan Ye only felt a pain in his brain, could it be that the woman in front of him was a patient with hysteria?

"I said you can get in, you can get in" The woman in white smiled incomprehensibly again, and then took a few steps back into the moonlight, with a little meaning in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the right is for the shadow moon" Xuan Ye kept comforting himself in his heart, faintly knowing that he might be about to experience the most unbelievable thing in his life as a mortal.

"Enter!" As the woman in white drew a few talismans into the air, and pointed her fingers together in his direction, Xuan Ye felt that his body flew up like a piece of paper.

"Ahh

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid" Xuan Ye's trembling body only felt that he was getting closer and closer to the painting, getting closer and closer, and felt that the dense bamboo forest in the painting was about to touch the tip of his nose.

"Little prince, give you a stick of incense, transform the taste of the world, and only if you are determined can you retreat, please be careful" With the unclear words of the person below, Xuan Ye barely had time to think before he suddenly found that a white light cracked out of the painting in front of him, like a whirlpool that sucked his whole person in, that kind of extraordinary power was almost impossible for people to resist, he could only try his best to comfort himself and break the painting.

Xuan Ye only felt that his body was falling down at a high speed, and the surroundings were dark, as if he had fallen into a bottomless well, at this moment he was alone in the face of an unknown situation, Xuan Ye closed his eyes tightly but surprisingly felt surprisingly calm in his heart, and his mind thought of his growth process from childhood to adulthood, the figure of his father Yin Yin's teaching, the sweet smile of Ying Yue, and the scenes where he had spent all his time drinking poured in like a tide.

"Ahh

"Where is this?" Xuan Ye only felt a splitting headache, as if he had a dream that had been in a coma for a long time, and he pondered for a long time before he gradually came back to his senses.

"Am I not in the painting?" Xuan Ye struggled to get up and looked around, there was indeed a bamboo forest not far away, but the scenery here was very different from the scene in the painting.

There is a small bamboo house not far away that is very eye-catching, and there is white smoke curling on the top, it is obviously inhabited, Xuan Ye suddenly remembered the woman in the painting, maybe he should find her to sort out his thoughts, thinking of this, Xuan Ye straightened his clothes, and strode towards the bamboo house.

"Is anyone at home?" Xuan Ye walked to the door of the bamboo house, but saw that the door was a fence made of bamboo fences, and the latch was originally hooked in the densely woven bamboo strips on the side, but the little prince grew up with small brocade clothes and jade food, where had he seen this kind of partial door, and he couldn't open it after studying it for a long time, so he asked respectfully and loudly.

"Who is at the door?" a beautiful female voice came, followed by a young woman in a Russell brocade robe, with a graceful figure and a bamboo basket in her hand, looking very beautiful.

"Well, I was killed here and wanted to spend the night" Although I don't know if the world in this painting is the same as the real world, Xuan Ye recognized the woman in front of him at a glance as the woman lying on the bamboo chair in the painting, so he wanted to go in and find out.

"Since it is difficult, then please come in quickly, it will be late, and it will be too late to hurry" The woman greeted him very kindly, and saw that he couldn't push the fence clumsily, so he put down the bamboo basket in his hand and hurriedly walked over and opened the door for him lightly.

"Seeing that Gongzi's clothes don't look like ordinary peasant households, it's normal that he can't open this fence" Xu was afraid that he would be embarrassed, the woman spoke out empathetically, and her eyebrows and eyes were very gentle, and Xuan Ye was in a trance again.