King Yin was silent for a long time, his face was not shocked, very calm, just slightly drooped his eyelids, and the hand on his knee was quietly clenched, highlighting the cyan veins on the back of his hand, and grabbing the smooth brocade out of the curved folds.

"Uncle Huang...... Can you explain it to me in detail......" He took a deep breath and then exhaled a long breath, speaking intermittently, trying to make his tone appear calmer.

Yan Chunqiu's eyes were slightly raised, and he glanced at King Yin deeply, and his eyes couldn't tell whether it was admiration or sadness: "The bright moon is bright, and the light is bright, after all, it is not as magnificent as Haori...... The first generation of the Son of Heaven of the Dayin Dynasty led the Terrans, expelled the demons, subdued the four people, and freed hundreds of millions of people from the precarious days, set the capital of Yejing, established the first Terran dynasty after ancient times, and canonized the princes, suppressed the Quartet, and the prosperity of the national fortune was as strong as the sky......

"Today, the dynasty has gone through thirty-five generations, however, internal and external troubles, the grand situation is getting worse, it has lost its former glory, and now the sky is changing, the bright moon is falling and rising, and the bright sun is not inferior to the same sky, what is the explanation?"

"This is the month of the day, the omen of the reversal of the universe, and then see the stars shining in the world, surrounding the sun and the moon, can be described as a group of heroes and rising together, the troubled times are imminent, the Great Yin Dynasty, I am afraid that there is a danger of mountains and rivers changing Ding......"

King Yin's chest rose and fell slightly, his breath was not smooth, and he couldn't help coughing violently: "What is the moon, what is the star......? Does Uncle Huang know?"

Yan Chunqiu stroked his back, straightened out his breath, and said in a deep voice: "The Star Scholar is nothing more than the Quartet of different races, large and small princes, as for the day and moon that subverts the Great Yin Society, it is not certain for the time being...... Actually, Chonghua, you don't have to worry too much, maybe the old man is wrong. ”

King Yin smiled, smiled very reluctantly, after a while, his eyes looked at the dome, and said in a leisurely tone: "The emperor named me Chonghua, hoping that I can rejuvenate Dayin and reproduce the glory of Dayin's past, but my martial arts are far inferior to the ancestors, just the mean, if it is in a prosperous era, it can still be kept, but it is ...... Alas, I want to clean up the mountains and rivers and rebuild the world, but in the end, it is still ...... There is a weak heart!"

"There are rumors among the people that the Great Yin Dynasty will end in four or nine...... Uncle Huang, do you say, the Great Yin Dynasty, will it really respond to these words?" King Yin turned his head, his eyes glowed with a strong look, and he stared at Yan Chunqiu with a burning gaze.

"No!"

Yan Chunqiu said categorically.

"Yes, no, the widow can last for ten years and eight years, in the last few years, the widow will do his best to clear the way for the prince, even if the sky wants to kill my big yin, the widow will tell it to know what it means to be a fool's dream!"

Grabbing Yan Chunqiu's arms and wrists excitedly, King Yin's tone became rarely sonorous and powerful, and his face was full of determination.

Yan Chunqiu took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty, the minister prides himself on knowing the heavens and understands his fate, if it really comes to the time when it is impossible to do anything, the minister is also willing to gamble on this rotten wood body and try it once...... Change your life against the sky!"

"Okay, as the saying goes, if it is not broken, it will not stand, even if it is a catastrophe, my big yin can also be reborn in a catastrophe...... Uncle Huang, please take a seat, Chonghua still has some things to ask you!"

King Yin stroked his palms and laughed, cordially pulled Yan Chunqiu to sit down again, and talked in detail.

In the palace room with the doors and windows closed, the two asked and answered, and the shadows of the two reflected on the wall were stretched for a long time under the reflection of the lights......

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The rare vision of the sun, moon and stars appearing at the same time made Nangong Zheng not in the mood to taste the strong and flexible mutton and green onion noodles of the little lady of the Xie family, so he hurriedly paid seven bronze knife coins, and left the Xie family noodle restaurant after leaving the words "come again next time".

Walking on the bluestone street, Nangong Zheng's thoughts gradually drifted, thinking of certain people, thinking of certain things, thinking of a lot, and feeling inexplicable in his heart.

Seven years ago, he crossed to Qingping Village, Anyang County, Dayin Dynasty, and happened to meet a team of barbarian cavalry who broke through the blockade of the border pass to slaughter the village, although he escaped by luck, but also became a bird with a frightened bow, and deeply realized the inner meaning of "rather for the peace dog, not for the troubled world", and then did not dare to continue to stay in the border counties, looking for someone to ask for the way, and began to march to the hinterland of the Dayin Dynasty.

Along the way, he either slept in the wilderness, or lay under the bridge at night, hungry for a meal, full of meals, tasted the bitterness and bitterness of the world, and also suffered from many disgusted eyes.

Before I crossed over, I dreamed of crossing ......

When I used to read novels, I saw how the protagonist made a fortune, how he became a blockbuster, and changed to himself, it was not such a thing at all, and there was too much difference between reality and imagination.

Fortunately, the bitterness is sweet, and the bad luck will eventually dissipate, one day of heavy rain, Nangong is hurriedly hiding in a broken temple in the mountains, the bonfire in the temple is burning, and a visitor has arrived first.

The visitor was an old man in a green robe with an elegant face, and as if he had not seen his arrival, he took care of himself and drew on the ground with a blackened wooden stick.

Nangong happened to be a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, and he was bored at the time, so he stopped and watched, and then he was shocked, since he was a child, he had never seen a person who could use a burnt wooden stick, on the uneven ground, a few strokes sketched a picture of water around the mountain, the mountain and the water, although the pen and ink are small, the meaning is far-reaching.

As the so-called layman looks at the lively, the insider looks at the doorway, Nangong Zheng has also observed many famous paintings during his study, but it is far from being as good as the painting made by the old man in the green robe with charcoal as ink and the ground as paper.

When he came back to his senses, the rain outside had stopped, and the old man in the green robe no longer had his previous cold look, and asked with a smile: "Little guy, do you know how to draw?"

Nangong Zheng felt that in front of everyone, he didn't dare to get an axe, and replied modestly: "I understand a little, I understand ...... slightly."

The old man in the green robe pointed to the painting on the ground, and smiled a little kinder: "Don't be restrained, tell me, what do you see in this painting?"

Nangong Zheng didn't use any splendid poetry or gorgeous rhetoric to summarize and describe it, but just laid it out and told his feelings truthfully.

After hearing this, the old man in the green robe was silent for a long time, and just when Nangong Zheng was worried and wondered if he had said something wrong, he suddenly smiled and said, "Little guy, are you willing to learn to paint with me?"

"If you eat and live...... I'll learn!" Nangong Zheng, who was really hungry a few days ago, was already a little impatient to find a long-term meal ticket.

The old man in the green robe widened his eyes, as if he didn't expect him to say such a thing, so angry that he brushed his sleeves away on the spot!

"No matter what you eat, no matter where you live, I will also learn!"

Seeing this, Nangong Zheng hurriedly chased after him, shouting while chasing.

Since then, Nangong Zheng has learned to paint with the old man in the green robe, and later learned that what he learned was not simply painting, but to enter the Tao with painting, seven years later, he has been reborn, and has become a cultivator of the Dragon Gate realm.

As for his master, he is a cultivator of the highest grade in the realm of the Divine Mansion, his common name has been forgotten, and he calls himself the old man of Xishan.