As if awakened by the momentum emanating from Ling Xiao's body, the middle-aged man who had been sitting upright in the seat finally raised his head, which he hadn't raised for a long time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Glancing at Ling Xiao, the look of surprise on his face became more and more obvious, but at this time, he had no intention of disturbing Ling Xiao, and after thinking for a moment, he buried his gaze in the ancient book in front of him again.

After closing the ancient book, Ling Xiao felt refreshed, as if he had let go of some heavy burden, even Ling Xiao himself, he didn't understand what had happened to him.

I looked up at the middle-aged man and was relieved to find that he was still looking at the book by himself.

Walking out of the bookshelves, Ling Xiao was attracted by the paintings and calligraphy hanging on both sides of the house, and the owner of the castle was not only fond of collecting books, but also all kinds of paintings.

On both sides of the room, there are two rows of calligraphy and paintings, and the painting paper here is protected by a layer of faint wind magic, so it still looks like the ink is the same as before, with a bright feeling.

These calligraphy and paintings in the main study of the castle are mainly landscape paintings, the jade-colored green mountains, the silver-white bright moon, the winding river such as the waterfall hanging in the nine days, and several paintings depict the rare wonders in the world, the fog pine snow ridge, the frozen polar ice field, each of which can be called the representative of the calligraphy and painting works, and are the most outstanding masterpieces of an era.

While admiring, Ling Xiao looked along the four walls, and suddenly, a painting in front of him caught his eye.

It is a landscape ink drawing, the whole picture is depicted in ink and blue, the brushwork is simple and crude, but there is a hole in the sky when you look closely, such a pattern, it is completely different from the previous calligraphy and paintings.

Of course, what really attracted Ling Xiao was not the content of the painting at the beginning, but the lack of signature on the painting.

You know, painters care very much about their reputation and paintings, and every painting is a masterpiece created by their painstaking efforts, so they will definitely leave their names on the paintings, and then make themselves famous through the ages.

Since ancient times, it is not uncommon for paintings to appear without signatures, but they are basically casual works or brush practice works when the painter is bored, and such paintings are crude and simple, and it is difficult to ascend to the elegant hall.

The painting hanging here at this time was obviously not such a casual work, and if it were not, how could it have been hung in such a noble position by the well-informed castle owner, but it was really incomprehensible that he had not signed it.

Vaguely, Ling Xiao seemed to sense the extraordinaryness of this painting, and he quietly looked at every part of the painting, hoping to find out the difference from it.

The scenery of this painting is very simple, a lonely island, surrounded by a vast sea and dense fog, a gust of wind blew away half of the sea fog, revealing a bright moon and mountain peaks, the top of the cliff, a white dress fluttering in the wind, she quietly looked up at the bright moon, there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

It was such an ordinary scene, but when Ling Xiao really sank his spirit into the painting, the environment in front of him changed suddenly, and his thoughts seemed to have crossed thousands of time and space, and suddenly came to the painting.

The castle master, who was quietly reading a book, raised his head again, and when he saw the picture scroll in front of Ling Xiao, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Into the realm of painting, this, how is this possible!"

When Ling Xiao became conscious, he found himself in a strange place, where the raging waves crashed against the reef and made a rumbling sound.

When the sea fog clears, this is the island depicted in the landscape painting.

Taken aback, Ling Xiao struggled to recall what had happened before, when he was admiring an unsigned painting, and when he looked at it with his heart, his soul rushed towards the painting as if he was attracted by something, and his head ached, and he came here.

Such a strange and strange thing happened to him, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a bright and extinguished light, who knows whether this is a blessing or a curse.

Of course, Ling Xiao did not doubt the castle lord of Fort Concedu, but then he shook his head and denied it, with the strength of the other party, it was very easy to disadvantage himself in his own territory, so why bother to get himself into this ancient painting.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao remembered that on that painting, there was a woman in white standing on the top of the mountain.

He jerked his head towards the mountain.

The moonlight is falling, the silver and jade are shining, and a slanting moon hangs on the top of the sky.

Of course, these were not the things that Ling Xiao cared about, he stared at a platform at the top of the mountain, wearing a long white dress, gently fluttering in the breeze.

This! That's impossible! Ling Xiao shook his head vigorously, however, what he saw in his eyes did not change in the slightest, the top of the lonely and arrogant mountain, a white dress was particularly obvious in the moonlight.

Taking a big breath, it took a long time for Ling Xiao to calm down the tumbling emotions in his heart.

Although he didn't know how he got here, it was clear that this should be the space inside the painting, and the person who painted should have a very high spatial power, and when he painted, he not only left the true meaning of the painting on the paper, but also created a pictorial space in the paper, and once someone touched the mechanism on the animation paper with the power of the soul, they would be teleported here.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, at least it proved that he would not be in any danger.

However, the next question made Ling Xiao scratch his head helplessly, although he knew where this place was, but he still didn't have a clue about how to get out of here.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao remembered the white clothes at the top of the mountain, although it looked very weird, it didn't look like a normal person at all, and this was the only way he could think of for the time being.

The road to the top of the mountain was unusually rugged, and in the process of climbing, he suddenly found that he could not absorb the slightest element of light here, and this place was completely composed of the dark element and the space element.

Is it a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, Ling Xiao comforted himself like this in his heart, gritted his teeth, and continued to approach the woman on the top of the mountain.

The moonlight is like practice, sprinkling a touch of the temperament of a fairy for the woman in the white dress, and she looks up at the moon with a touch of sorrow.

After a lot of effort, Ling Xiao finally came to the platform at the top of the mountain, at this time he was very close to the white clothes, judging from the back, it was indeed a fairy-like woman, exuding a cold and arrogant temperament.

The air at the top of the mountain was a little dry and cold, and even Ling Xiao's physique couldn't help but gently rub his shoulders.

The scenery on the platform is unique and magnificent, the shimmering starry sky seems to be touchable as soon as you stretch out your hand, the stars tell a certain kind of life truth, and the silver moon hangs behind you, which is extremely beautiful.

For a moment, Ling Xiao was so attracted by such a scenery that he had never seen before, and he forgot the purpose of his coming here.

The woman still didn't have the slightest word, just calmly turned her back to Ling Xiao, looking at the bright moon, as if it was everything she had.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Xiao suddenly shivered, and instantly sobered up.

At this time, he remembered that at this moment, he was still in the painting space.

Thinking that Jing'er was still waiting for herself to be saved, Ling Xiao came back to his senses, and he walked firmly towards the woman not far away, in front of him, wearing a skirt, gently fluttering under the light of the breeze and the bright moon, as if telling the ruthlessness of time.

After walking to the woman's more than ten steps, Ling Xiao stopped gently.

At this time, the bright moon, the woman and him in a straight line, the huge moon will envelop him and the woman all in, thousands of cliffs spread behind the back, below is the endless sea and mountains and rivers, majestic and majestic.

Inexplicably, Ling Xiao's mind suddenly flashed one fragment after another, and in the memory silhouette, it was also here, a towering and tall man stood where he was, and in front of him was a woman in black armor, who was also facing away from him, holding an ink-colored long knife.

What really surprised Ling Xiao was that the ink-colored long knife that appeared in his memory silhouette was exactly the same as the long knife he had obtained from the Elf Queen before, and it was the personal sword of the former Demon Princess, the Dark Soul Eater Knife.

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