"Once the divine power enters the painting, it will turn into pure spiritual power and circulate between heaven and earth. The bow demon said.

He looked at the rest of his life eagerly, wanting to speak, but he was embarrassed to say it.

The rest of his life deliberately turned a blind eye.

He glanced around the village, thousands of acres of fertile land, watered by the river, supported by spiritual power, and the time was twice as short as in reality.

It is blessed with farming, especially the most high-end ingredients in the inn.

Being able to continue to provide spiritual power for the universe in the painting is a bargaining chip for the rest of his life to cooperate with the bow demon.

But neither of them wanted to speak.

The bow demon didn't know how to speak.

Yu Sheng wanted to wait for the bow demon to speak, so as not to show that he couldn't wait and reduce the value of the chips.

After all, he didn't just want the village now, he wanted the bow demon to help him shoot the sun.

"Who made this painting?" asked Yu Sheng curiously.

"The Central Plains painting Saint Mo Shaoqiu. The bow demon said.

"One of the saints of the Central Plains?" Yu Sheng stopped and said in surprise,

Seventy-two saints of the Central Plains.

Although he didn't dare to say that he knew all their names for the rest of his life, none of the stories that have been handed down have ever been called Painting Saints.

The bow demon nodded, "It's one of the saints." However, the painting saint is only good at the way of Danqing, there is no lethality, in the fight against the gods, it does not play a big role, can only help some small favors, so in the legends handed down from the sacred battle, the painting saint is rarely included in the seventy-two saints. ”

However, not being included in the seventy-two saints does not mean that the ability to paint saints is not extraordinary enough.

"This picture of Taoyuan, oh, now called "King Yi Sun", is the most proud painting in the life of the painter. During the entire Holy War, because of the weak combat power, the Painting Saint was able to delve into the way of heaven and earth, and finally at the end of the Holy War, he painted the painting and gave it to the Great War Saint. The bow demon said.

This painting greatly inspired the people of the Central Plains who pursued peace, resisted the oppression of the gods, and resisted the bullying of demon beasts.

"So when the sacred battle came to an end, although it was bound to be defeated, many people still held on to the determination to die and forged ahead. The bow demon said.

He stood high on the riverbank, looking out at the villages below, the great river, the green hills, and the stream that flowed into the great river.

"They know that as long as they don't give up resisting, this day will come sooner or later. The bow demon said.

The afterglow of the setting sun stained his shirt and face red, and his eyes lit up.

Yu Sheng also stood on a high place, looked into the distance, and saw a hundred birds returning to the forest, "But this day, it was too late, and there was no trace of it until now." ”

"But you're here, living like this in advance. ”

For the rest of his life, he looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and it would not be bad if he built an inn here, not picturesque, but already in the painting.

"It's a coincidence. "This painting came into my hands after the Holy War, when our city was destroyed and I was leading my people on the run, and I stumbled upon the secret of the painting. ”

It just so happened that the Central Plains at that time was in a period of revenge against the saints and humans after the victory of the gods. The monsters killed people and ate people, melted more than a dozen or more dozen bronze tripods of the human race, cast them into a very large bronze pot, drove people down, boiled pot after pot, and feasted.

Seeing that he was desperate, the bow demon directly took the surviving clansmen into this painting, and lived here until now.

Originally, they would have stayed there again.

But because the spiritual power of Qiankun in the painting was excessively consumed, it slowly became a little unsupportable.

"In another generation, the universe in this painting will collapse. The bow demon said.

"Not necessarily. Yu Sheng said, "Wouldn't it be enough to inject spiritual power again." ”

"That's right. Fu Yan said after the rest of his life, "We shopkeepers, if we lack anything, we will not lack spiritual power, and we will send spiritual power as money all day long." ”

Yu Sheng secretly praised in his heart, this stupidity also has the advantage of being stupid, if he can't say it, he will be rich and difficult to say it for him.

Sure enough, the bow demon listened to the words of Fu Yan and looked at the rest of his life eagerly again.

He arched his hand and said, "Your Majesty, this painting has been handed down from the Divine Age, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary treasures, and I hope that the king will be able to help it because it is so precious." ”

Seeing Yu Sheng hesitate, he hurriedly added, "If the king can solve the dilemma, I, Zhang Yao, will be sent by the king." ”

"Haha. Yu Sheng laughed.

"It's not a big problem for me, it's just a bit of a cost. "The rest of my life went to the village.

"The crux of the matter is that the lack of spiritual power in this painting cannot be solved overnight, and it is necessary to continuously input spiritual power. Yu Sheng looked back at the bow demon.

After years of spiritual power input, it is not a small help.

The bow demon was stunned.

He also knew that when they met, no one was willing to help them so much, unless they had a corresponding return.

However, they simply don't come up with a commensurate return.

The rest of my life knows.

He smiled, "I'm going to build an inn in the town, what do you think?"

"What?" the bow demon who was thinking looked up in surprise, "Build an inn?"

"You forgot? I told you just now that I'm still the shopkeeper of the inn. Yu Sheng said, "I want to build a small inn here." ”

The inn was naturally built for business, and since he was doing business in the world in the painting, he naturally couldn't let the world in the painting be destroyed.

The bow demon groaned slightly, and said happily, "Yes, yes." ”

Yu Sheng said: "My inn is different from other places, and the inn will have a door close at hand to the outside of the painting. ”

He was surprised when he saw the bow demon and said, "Don't worry, no one can shuttle back and forth without my permission." ”

"And you can transport the grain and vegetables in the painting, and the wine and salt from the outside can be brought in. Yu Sheng said.

"Grain, vegetables?" the bow demon was puzzled.

Yu Sheng woke him up: "The plants in the painting are watered with spiritual power, and they grow twice as fast as the outside, don't you think it's a good place to grow vegetables?"

"That's right. "The bow demon suddenly.

"The people in the village grow vegetables and grain for me, or enter my inn to be cooks and juniors, and I provide you with spiritual power, what do you think?" Yu Sheng stopped and looked at him.

The bow demon hesitated.

If this is the case, this peach blossom paradise life will be broken.

"Of course, if you don't want to, you just have to run the inn and the fertile fields in the painting, and I won't let anyone outside disturb you. Yu Sheng said.

The bow demon nodded, "Yes, as for whether to be a cook or a junior, I have to discuss it with the villagers." ”

As they spoke, they had come to the front of the village.

After stepping on the wooden bridge across the stream, the villagers gathered around, leaning on the side of the bow demon, cautiously and curiously looking at them for the rest of their lives.

"Uncle Zhang, who are they?" asked the bow demon with a cane.

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the two of them, and thought that this monster was also tired, and when he met an old man, he called him uncle.

The bow demon explained a little, asked the villagers to get out of the way, and invited Yu Sheng to a small shop at the entrance of their village.

This small shop is the only small wine shop in the village, and the villagers often come here to chat and drink when they are free on weekdays.

At this moment, following them for the rest of their lives, the villagers surrounded the inn.

For the rest of his life, he protected Aunt Qing by his side, afraid of being touched or squeezed.

Before serving the food, the bow demon poured a glass of farmhouse turbid wine for the rest of his life.

Although this wine is turbid, because of the spiritual power, it tastes good, and Aunt Qing takes a sip on the side.

The matter had already been negotiated on the way here, and they were just waiting to get an idea, so they didn't talk about it again for the rest of their lives, but introduced each other.