The shadow wall is painted in a very bright color, in a form similar to a comic book diary, and the painting is continuous on half of the wall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Jiu counted, no more, no less, but on the left half of the wall, there were six short pictures neatly drawn.

Yan Jiu flicked his tail and looked at the painting on the shadow wall.

Yan Jiu has always known that Chinese painting pays more attention to meaning than form, and with only a few brushstrokes, he sketches a figure in a crown dress.

Although it looks very simple, the crown dress is also delicately depicted with mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and ribbons.

Not far from where the man stood, a round door hung in mid-air.

The door was completely unadorned, replaced by a huge circle, half open, half closed, like a half-cut mooncake.

At this moment, the figure in the crown robe was reaching out and taking something out of the door.

Before Yan Jiu could recover from the astonishing stick figures, he heard the opening of the edge on the side.

"That's the Ancient Gate."

Yuan's words were affirmative, but Yan Jiu was even more suspicious, she raised her front paw and pointed at the mural, looking at Yuan with a playful look.

"That's what the Ancient Gate looks like?"

Standing in front of the half of the mural, his face was as calm as ever, but Yan Jiu on the side felt that at this time, it was like an ancient well, silent and introverted.

"No one knows the origin of the Deserted Ancient Gate, and no one knows why the Wild Ancient Gate appeared, but the Wild Ancient Gate has always been called "God's gift", and as for the appearance of the Wild Ancient Gate, it is not like this. ”

"Probably the person who painted it, and I don't know the origin of the ancient gate, so I used a circle instead, but ......" seems to be thinking about something.

"The one who wears the crown is indeed the heavens."

Yan Jiu listened, secretly frightened, and always felt that he knew too much about this fate.

No wonder he said that he had a death calamity, and he experienced the rhythm of death calamity every minute in this posture full of secrets.

"Could it be that even those immortals in the upper realm don't know the origin of this desolate ancient gate?"

"I don't know if the other people in the Upper Realm know the origin of the Desolate Ancient Gate, but the Heavenly Immortal Emperor may know some. His three immortal artifacts are all from the Ancient Gate. ”

When Yan Jiu heard this, he raised his eyebrows, how could this desolate ancient gate be in Yuan's mouth, just like a grocery store selling immortal weapons?

"And what did he bring out in the Ancient Gate?"

Yuan looked at the shadow wall, his expression inexplicable.

"It's Youtian's third immortal artifact."

Immortal weapons? In this way, does it mean that what is painted on this shadow wall is the process of discovering the "spirit" in the dark sky?

But who painted it on this wall?

Intuition told Yan Jiu that it was not Youtian.

On the side, he lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Jiu who was contemplative, he had seen the third immortal weapon.

At this time, Yan Jiu had already pressed the question in his heart and looked towards the second mural.

It was still the same Yutian in a crown robe, only this time he sat cross-legged, and a white palm grabbed a white figure from behind him.

The figure was depicted ridiculously, like a ghost painted in a thick white color, and the white was maliciously dotted with countless sesame dots.

It's like a baked white pancake.

And the big hand stuffed the "white baked cake" into an oval mirror.

Although it was full of malice, Yan Jiu could see that this big hand grabbed from behind Youtian should be one of the three corpses that Youtian had cut off—the good corpse.

And the painter is also faintly suspicious, and the one who is hostile to the good is probably left - evil.

It was difficult for Yan Jiu to imagine what "evil" would look like when he painted these things, just like a child who complained that his parents were partial to his brother, and could only vent his anger in this way.

The corners of Yan Jiu's mouth were almost imperceptible, and he always felt that such "evil" was inexplicably cute.

However, Yan Jiu immediately frowned, if this painting was painted by the "evil" at that time, then who did he draw it for? Or did he just write it down.

But if it's the latter, what is the reason?

In the blink of an eye, it was the third pair.

is still sitting cross-legged and wearing a crown robe, but not far behind him, there is one more person standing "evil".

Because, with the same hand, a tall one was grabbed from behind Youtian! Mighty! The black figure.

Not only is the outline obvious, but even the clothes on his body are somewhat imaginary with the sitting Youtian.

In the fourth picture, the big hand grasps the black figure, which is about to be placed in a small box.

However, a small flower grew out of the box.

The little flower is very realistically painted, and it is also painted with beautiful pink and yellow.

This little flower is in sharp contrast to the white baked cake, and it is clear that the painter liked it, and this little flower growing out of the box.

If "goodness" is true, then what grows in this box should be "spirit", and the third immortal artifact containing the godhead is the "small box".

Sure enough, in the fifth picture, the black figure grabbed by the big hand was put into a cylindrical wheel.

That should be in addition to the Three Lives and Three Worlds Mirror, the second anti-heaven immortal weapon of the Youtian Immortal Emperor, in the sixth picture of the ****** of Time, whether it is the "good" of the stickman, or the "evil" that is very imaginary with Youtian, as well as Youtian in a crown robe, or even the little flower, all in the same frame.

But Youtian held the little flower and handed it in the direction of "evil".

At this point, the comic strip is over, and the half of the wall strip on the right disappears without a trace.

Yan Jiu stood in front of the mural for a long time, and it was half a loud sound before she spoke.

"Buddha, can you see a useful clue from this wall?"

Yuan shook his head, "Forgive the little monk's clumsy eyes, I really can't see the mystery on this painting, and the clue is about the right half of the disappeared." ”

"In this way, I am relieved!"

Yan Jiu said, letting out a long sigh of relief, and then sucked hard at the shadow wall, and actually received half of the wall directly into the cheek pouch.

For some reason, Yan Jiu liked the shadow wall very much, just like a woman who saw a jewel and was ready to move.

And Yan Jiu has never been a procrastinator, 0 stretched a long lazy waist.

"Buddha, let's go and see elsewhere."

I said a word of Buddha and followed up.

Only the fate himself knows that he is lying.

He had seen the mural a long, long time ago, when his name was Deva, the Lord of the Underworld, and one of the few friends of Youtian.

He lowered his eyes and hid the past in his eyes.

Everything is gone, and now there is no heaven, no underworld, and no heaven.

What is left in this heaven and earth is only the fate of reincarnation in the red world.

Suddenly, Yan Jiu stopped, the half of the wall was hidden just now and couldn't be seen, but at this time, that half of the wall was put away by Yan Jiu, revealing the things in the corner...... (To be continued.) )