The sunlight emitted by the painting seems to have a magical gravitational pull, attracting every font in the sunlight, just like the sunlight warms every life.

In the air in front of the two of them, the first thing is that "the people who pick flowers are all thieves, but none of them are men." Each square character in the sentence is attracted by the sunlight and floats towards the frame plane, and then, the giant font is like a building, first the upper part of the font is slowly lifted like a roof, disappears, and then slowly blends into the two-dimensional plane constructed by this You Chun format. The two-dimensional plane is like a pool of high-temperature liquid lead water with complex colors, the surface is still, but it can swallow everything.

The giant font in front of the frame shines like a meteor, flowing, rising rapidly, and everything that comes into contact with the plane of the frame becomes two-dimensional in an instant, losing its shape and height. The giant clusters of sentences constructed by the square words rise rapidly one by one, and then are slowly cut and swallowed by the two-dimensional plane of the canvas, like lead blocks slowly merging into the calm but hot lead water.

The three-dimensional shape of each square character is printed 1:1 on a static two-dimensional plane on a static two-dimensional plane according to the corresponding size of the picture that covers the sky. The group of sentences flies faster and faster under the sunlight of the frame, and in the colorful colors, the simple or complex square structure, like lightning, converges from all directions into two parallel and orderly red streams, rushing towards the plane of the picture and falling into it.

The square characters enter a state of madness, in a warm golden light, from the boiling three-dimensional space to the quiet two-dimensional plane, each font side, radical, horizontal and vertical skimming is like a building material being rapidly cut, disassembled, built, and recombined, just like a group of dancers, with the void as the stage, dancing gracefully, the ocean is unbridled, and they all converge to form a U-shaped sun-shaped flow of crimson substance. Before falling into the plane, each side and radical is like a fragmented ruin, looking chaotic, noisy, and disorderly, and when it falls into the plane, all the horizontal and vertical strokes are rebuilt on this grand picture, presenting an orderly and beautiful structure, but there is no sound, no thickness, and no shadow.

The two-dimensional plane of the painting is like a calm and waveless sea, receiving huge square blocks with beautiful shapes rushing from below, and randomly combining them into beautiful or empty sentences.

The square characters printed in the canopy are tangible and qualitative, angular and angular, and huge, such as pavilions and hills, accompanied by a string of "brush, brush, brush" sound, from the three-dimensional world of the sky gradually printed into the two-dimensional plane of the canvas, just like the brush on the rice paper.

As the last word "also" is fed into the frame plane, the magnificent picture gently shakes like a water wave, and a flash of red light flashes like nothing, and each font just entered is randomly combined into meaningless content, blurred, and finally disappears, returning to calm.

In the two-dimensional flat world of You Chun's paintings, the sunlight is still warm, no longer chaotic, noisy, and very quiet.

The frame of the painting gradually shrinks, and the edge can be seen slowly, rotating in the direction of the Kongtong seal, parallel to the Kongtong seal, and shrinking according to the ratio of 1:1 to the size of the seal, showing the appearance of a scroll, hanging in the real and bright sky, the sunlight in the frame is still shining out, but the brightness is brighter, more magnificent and brilliant, and slowly shines towards the Kongtong seal.

Yu Muzheng and the others of Kongtong Mountain saw the wonderful scene and mysterious mana displayed by You Chuntu just now on the chessboard ridge, and they had not yet come back to their senses. The sunlight shining from the frame of You Chun's painting has already shone on the Kongtong in the sky. Kongtong Yin rolled, trying to escape the magic of the sunlight emitted by You Chuntu, but it seemed to be tightly pulled by an invisible noose, tighter and tighter, deeper and deeper, and danger lurking.

The sun is still warm and warm, its gravity is slow

Slowly suck the Kongtong seal into the two-dimensional picture.

Yu Muzheng saw it, he didn't know whether it was a curse or a blessing, and he felt faintly uneasy in his heart, so he waved his hand to take back the Kongtong seal, but at this time, the Kongtong seal had been tightly absorbed by the magic of the sunlight emitted by the painting, and gradually fell to the two-dimensional space plane constructed by You Chun's painting. First of all, the printing surface is in contact with the inscription in the lower left corner of the picture plane, and slowly blends in, like a giant jade-white ice cube in contact with a huge red-hot iron plate, accompanied by the sound of "Zizi", a burst of white mist rises, and the printing surface of Kongtong is integrated into the picture, then the printing body is cut, slowly dissolving, and finally the printing handle, in the blink of an eye, it becomes a seal with no shape and no thickness on the canvas.

Yu Muzheng was stunned to see Kongtong Yin being swallowed up by the entire painting hanging in the air, his heart ached, and he was angry, jumping into the air, wanting to swing his sword to cut through the picture in the air, but the Tao was not enough, he could only jump up more than ten zhang high, and it could not last, far from the height of You Chuntu, so he had to wave his sword and point at the two of them who were in mid-air, jumping on the chessboard ridge and scolding.

Seeing that You Chuntu actually contained such a magic power, he wanted to find out how powerful this scroll painting could be, so he turned his mind and said to the painting: "Tu'er, come and don't be rude! ”

Raise your hand and wave it to the people of Kongtong Mountain on the chessboard ridge.

You Chuntu followed a few hatreds, and the painting turned to face the people on the ridge, shooting out the sun. This ray of sunlight is no longer so bright, nor so magnificent, but it is very soft, shining on people, soft, and extremely comfortable. The soft light moved, illuminating the people on the ridge.

The people of Kongtong Mountain want to escape from the irradiation of this ray, but they can't get out of a gravitational pull that is stronger than the gravity under their feet, and in an instant, they find that they are already in a state of weightlessness, first slowly floating, dressed in fluttering clothes, like a fairy Lingbo, a few people see that they are as light as a swallow, but they can step in the air, so they giggle and laugh, making various dazzling gestures in the air, but with the traction of the light increasing sharply, everyone then floats to the canvas plane like a fixed object, without their own control.

Everyone was shocked, but they were all shocked.

Dozens of people involuntarily joined together, or joined hands in a column, or floated alone in the air. The picture in the painting sways slightly in the air, and the scroll is set at 1:1 of the size of the person in the painting, like a ripple on the surface of the water like a mirror, and the surface of the picture is as calm as ever, the colorful colors begin to flow and live, and the attraction of the light suddenly becomes extremely strong.

In the midst of the screams, the people attracted by the sunlight emitted by the painting are like dozens of big birds, flying into the painting, like drops of rain falling into the tranquil lake, startling some shallow ripples, and then returning to calm. These newcomers are frozen in the picture of You Chun, just like the people in the original painting, some stand by the lake, some sit on the riverbank, some walk in the mountains, but more of them fall on the lawn, in different postures, some kick their legs and wave their arms, some grinning, some scratching their heads and making gestures, strange shapes, and so on.

This is a landscape painting, a two-dimensional flat painting, in which everything is absolutely static, but the picture hangs high in the air, the scene is magnificent and exquisite, and the characters are vivid, as if you can see the white teeth in the mouth of the grinner, or the bloodshot in the eyes of the person who stayed up late, or the delicate on the white clothes of each person.

This is a quiet flat world, the two-dimensional law restricts their actions, just like the ants on the ground are limited by a circle of paintings, everyone is placed in the proper position in the painting, they are all wanderers, or confused, or surprised, or comfortable, or lingering, the whole follows a certain law and order of landscape painting, and the original pattern of the painting is neither in conflict nor abrupt, although it is slightly crowded and chaotic, but it is no longer restless, grand and fine.

"Are these people still alive?" Flame Nishang asked, expressing the doubts in her heart, although her family was related to the bloodthirsty and cruel Beigong Servant Army, she was not.

"I guess I'm still alive, but the way of living is different from the world we live in now, but it definitely follows some kind of mysterious rules. ”

Hearing this, Yan Nishang's heart was a little wider, and she fixed her eyes on the various types of characters in the painting, which were very funny, and couldn't help but "poof", laughed out loud, and said: "Big drunkard, you got these people in, so that this good picture of You Chun has lost its true color, it seems that you are a boring drunkard and pervert, really tasteless, hum!"

"Haha, after these people went in, it really damaged the dignity of this painting,...... What do you say?" said a few Qiu Qiu grinned, looking at the huge painting in the air.

"What else can I do......? Who told you to get them in, so ugly! Hmph, you hate it to death. Yan Nishang said coldly, snorted, and feigned.

At this time, the scroll no longer emits sunlight, hanging in the air, facing the mountain wind, but still, the painting still glows faintly fluorescent, waiting for the master's instructions.

After pondering for a while, he said in his heart: If you can get it in, you can naturally get it out, otherwise, how could that Lanlan senior say that when I am unhappy, I will go in and take a look and take a walk. Thinking of this section, he said to You Chuntu: "Tu'er, open the book, release people!"

The scroll follows the mind of the Lord, only to see a golden ray of light in the painting shoot out, falling on the grass of the chessboard ridge, and then, in the flow of light, a group of white-clothed people in Kongtong Mountain floated out from the painting, each fell on the grass, dizzy, and stood firm, among them, a few of them raised their hands towards the two of them and scolded: "Flower thief, you are really not human, your baby is amazing, amazing!" "You dog mongrel, come down and fight with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you!" "The surname is Mao, you turtle grandson, you can't die well!"

Seeing the many people on the chessboard ridge scolding, he couldn't help but be childlike, and laughed: "You guys are quite energetic, so let's go in and play again, haha." He turned his head and shouted to You Chuntu: "Tu'er, open the book, pull people!"

I saw a ray of light ingest these people into the painting again, these people were in the midst of scolding, and they were ingested at once, and many of them still maintained the posture of scolding, some of them opened their teeth and danced their claws, some jumped their feet and scolded, and some of them were distorted by anger,...... The gestures that fall into the painting are even more comical and ridiculous than the previous one.

Sitting on the gourd, she couldn't help laughing, covering her belly with one hand, and pointing at a few hatreds with the other, saying, "You, you,...... You big badass, you ,...... Can't you get something else, or ...... Wouldn't it be better for them to pose first and then get in, hahahaha......"

Ji Ji also laughed, and saw that Yan Nishang was very happy, so he teased the people of Kongtong Mountain several times.

Seeing that the people in the painting were showing all kinds of bizarre postures every time, Yan Nishang was already smiling and leaning back and said, "You bad person, don't ...... Got it, you,...... Do you want me to die laughing? haha,...... Laughing hurts me internally,...... My internal injuries hurt so much......"

When he heard this, he put the people of Kongtong Mountain back on the lawn of Qipan Ridge and stopped playing tricks.

Yu Muzheng rolled down on the lawn of Qipanling, got up, slowly stood firm, lowered his head and retched for a while, panting, raised his head, his face was pale, he looked at a few hatreds, and said hatefully: "The surname is Mao, I have no end to Kongtong Mountain with you,...... Let's Kongtong Yin, you'd better release it immediately, immediately, and now, otherwise, if you go to the edge of the sky, the people of Kongtong Mountain will chase and kill you to the edge of the sky, and this life will be with you endlessly. ”