This year, Long Yan also stopped painting. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A surge of vitality is no longer an illusion, but has truly evolved into a visual feast.

He was flawless in white, still handsome and elegant. In front of me, a thick stack of white paper, as if a breeze was blowing, the white paper began to flip through automatically.

Starting from an egg, to distinguish the yellow, then there are thin blood vessels inside, and then an embryo appears, at this time the egg yolk liquid is gone, the embryo in the eggshell begins to beat and suck the egg white away, and finally the egg white in the eggshell is gone, and there is a meat baby in the shape of a chicken.

On this day, the meat baby was restless, she felt that the place was too small, or she was hungry, but she was locked up here, so she broke her head and had to leave this place.

Bumped with the body, to the point that it seemed that it couldn't be opened, and it was useless to tear it with its claws, and then she found that it was more effective to peck with her mouth, so she began to peck the eggshell frantically, and the hard work paid off, and one day the eggshell was finally pecked, and the chick was successfully out of the cage.

When she came out full of joy, she was sad to find that she had left the small cage and came to a bigger cage.

The place was pitch black, there was no end in sight, no matter how far she could touch, no matter how much she searched, she couldn't see a single person of her kind, let alone food, and now she was lost, lost in this boundless darkness.

Loneliness, loneliness, fear, fear, all kinds of emotions welled up in her heart.

She was homesick, but she didn't know what home was, maybe it was just the eggshell, but the eggshell didn't know where it disappeared behind.

The chick wants to cry, but she can't, because there are no tears in this place, everything is empty and dark.

"Hey!"

The picture came to an abrupt end, leaving a sad air in the air.

Long Yan was tired, really tired, he accepted his fate, and at the same time he was unwilling to let his fate be like this.

Long Yan was also homesick, he hadn't seen anyone for so many years, and even when he shouted loudly, there was no echo, confused and at a loss.

What the hell is this place, Long Yan feels like that little chicken, he has no direction, he doesn't know what to do, and now with his willpower, he is also starting to collapse, and he has no interest in painting.

Long Yan sat on a stone in a daze, three hundred years ago, this stone was also drawn by him boring over the years, motionless, he stood there alone, and there was a chicken next to him who was as confused as him.

Silently, as before, without direction and without a goal.

"The avenue is ruthless, there is love in the world, heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, the pure is the sky, the turbid is the earth, the cycle of life and death is endless, and life and death are immortal!" Such a sentence flashed in his mind, and Long Yan vaguely had a hint of understanding.

At this moment, he seemed to be incarnated as a great avenue, and began to formulate various rules, and with the pen up, Long Yan found his fun again.

The images kept flashing through his mind, all the things he had been through in his two lifetimes.

He wants to give the chick a home first, so that she can get out of loneliness, and at the same time, he also paints a self, in the painting, he and the chick depend on each other, and under his care, the chick gradually grows up.

One day, Long Yan went out, and he went out for a long time, but the chick was no longer confused, because she had a home and a master who cared for her.

The long wait, as if it were hundreds of years, and as if only a few days had passed.

"Tsk! Twitter! ”

Long Yan brought a big rooster home, and the chick quickly ran out when she heard the sound, she had a companion, and finally had a companion.

It didn't take long for the chick to start pregnant with the baby chicken, with a smile, Long Yan didn't interfere, because at this time he had long stopped painting, and everything went with his heart.

Did the chicken come first, or did the egg come first? Long Yan still doesn't know this question, but in this void world, Long Yan knows that only the eggs that come before can have chickens.

As the months passed, the chicks began to hatch, and the family was happy, without eating or cooking, and they were left to live freely.

But the good times didn't last long, and the baby chickens began to grow up, they had their own ideas, and they began to learn to be coquettish and emotional, and several brothers and sisters fought with each other when they were not well-behaved.

The chicken was very helpless, because she didn't know what to do, and the chicken father didn't care, and let a few children play over there, maybe he was numb.

Their home has only one yard, and they do these things repeatedly every moment of the day, without pain or consciousness, and live like a program.

He didn't understand what the babies thought, what was there to make of it, it was better to do something interesting with their mothers, and as the owner, Long Yan, they hadn't seen him for a long time, and since he sent himself home, he had disappeared.

In fact, Long Yan didn't leave, the body in his painting was next to it, but he didn't see it.

Maybe a wall separates a piece of sky.

Perhaps speaking of the sky, the sky really began to appear, but there were no clouds in the sky, only a white expanse, and on the earth, there was still endless darkness.

On this day, the chickens have grown up completely, and the yard that was enough for them to play began to be insufficient, and the chicks were a little impatient, because her children were fighting more and more fiercely, and the chicken father still didn't care, and at this time she was also old, and she couldn't control her children, and she thought of the master.

"Tsk! Twitter! ”

The chick began to shout anxiously, he wanted the master to appear, the master was so tall, there must be a way.

But Long Yan was beside him as if he didn't hear it, he was meditating, obviously he had no body, but there was a mysterious aura circulating, which looked sacred and inviolable.

As the days passed, the baby chicks were bleeding from their heads, and the father chicken was involved in the fight, because his children had seriously disturbed his life.

On this day, Long Yan moved, he just got up and walked to the courtyard next to him.

"Crunch!"

The courtyard door opened.

Unlike the darkness inside, the outside is a strange world.

There was a red thing shining in the sky, and there were some black things on the ground that I don't know what they were, but it was so solid to step on!

The chick was the first to step out, followed by some of her babies.

The outside world is very big, and it is no longer visible at a glance, there are tall things there, and there are some long strange things, which are obviously very beautiful and beautiful, but the chicks still feel that something is missing.

"Missing lives!" Long Yan walked behind the chick at some point and spoke.

"What is life?" The chick didn't understand, because since she grew up, Long Yan had never communicated with her, including her children, and she didn't communicate, just relying on her chirp instinctive cry to express her emotions at the moment.

"Life is a little egg, because of her, there is everything you see, and that egg is you." Long Yan walked up to the chick and picked her up.

"It's also because of the egg that there are all things in this world, but where do the eggs come from?" Long Yan paused for a few seconds. A little stunned, he was a little reluctant to say this, because he was afraid that if he said it, his dream would begin to shatter.

"Tsk! Twitter! The chick felt Long Yan's emotions and opened her mouth to comfort, she didn't think about anything at the moment, she just wanted her master to be happy.

"Silly boy, the egg is in my heart!"

"Boom..."There was a loud bang in the sky, this time Long Yan really heard it, it was not an illusion, because all this was in his heart.

After a thousand years of dreams, Long Yan suddenly left a tear.

When he opened his eyes, Long Yan saw his flesh and blood blurred body, and lying next to him was a strange bird with a lion's head, and it didn't take much to tell that it was the lion-headed vulture.

"The illusion of the phantom beast is so realistic that I almost lost myself in it." Long Yan's heart palpitated.

When I turned my head, there were only a few traces of destroyed trees in the vicinity, but there was no trace of the phantom beast.

Long Yan was a little strange, it stands to reason that the phantom beast was eager to kill itself at this time, if it wasn't like this, how could it release the illusion and let itself be lost.

Somewhat incomprehensible, the true dragon trick ran and began to mend his body.

The aura within a radius of tens of meters began to pour into his body, and his body was like a funnel, and as much aura as he inhaled, how much auras he sucked in.

But Long Yan didn't care about all this, in the thousands of years in the dream realm, Long Yan had become accustomed to no joy and no sorrow, his willpower had become more firm, and no matter how much it moved, it couldn't alarm Long Yan's heart.

"What is the Tao? What is an immortal? Is the practice of monks a cultivator or a cultivator? Perhaps Long Yan had an answer in his heart at this time.

The True Dragon Jue ran wildly, and the aura scattered in the surrounding air also began to faintly form a whirlpool, twenty meters, thirty meters.

The aura was quickly atomized, and Long Yan's whole body in the middle was like a bath, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, all kinds of aura poured into his body, and gradually began to build a formation.

"The five elements are mutually reinforcing, gold is born of water, water is born of wood, wood is born of fire, fire is born of earth, and life is endless."

"The universe has a universe, heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, all things are in my heart, and the dragon dominates the nine heavens......" Long Yan drank in his mouth and sang a ballad.

And at this moment, the aura vortex in the sky has become even larger, fifty meters, which has exceeded the limit of the absorption of yellow-level monks, and it is already remarkable that the peak of the ordinary yellow level can be ten meters, and I am afraid that the first grade of the Xuan level is not as good as this.

But it all seems to be far from over, sixty meters, seventy meters...... One hundred meters, in the middle of the terrifying aura vortex, there were condensed water droplets falling, and Long Yan was suddenly unconscious, still absorbing it.

And this aura is no longer leaked, and it is all locked in the body by Long Yan, there is no doubt that this behavior is very dangerous, because if he is not careful, there is a possibility of exploding, even if he is too strong, but at this time, after all, he is a yellow-level eight-grade, far inferior to the Xuan-level, who has been baptized by heaven and earth.