"I cover my eyes, just to see your eyes all the time, even if it is only by painting the shadow ...... white" A Confucian man stood with his hands in his hands, closed his eyes and looked at the sky, holding a brush and inkstone in his hand.

There was a lot of war outside, and only he was the only one in the entire imperial city who was still peaceful. The whole world is scorched, how can there be a few smiling people?

But he actually laughed. The troubled times were pacified by him Zhang Yunluo, and the peaceful and prosperous times were also troubled because of him.

Thinking about the year when he was still called a son, he was in the sky, and he said, "Can you go with me", but only a dozen people galloped on horseback. But he stepped out of the feeling of thousands of troops and horses.

Only later......

Alas! Don't mention it, one day he calmed the world, but his sweetheart also went with his gang of brothers. The success went to Huangquan, which was a fact that he could not accept. At that time, there were more than a dozen generals, and only a weak military division like him was left to sit on the throne.

From that day on, he covered his Dao heart with dust, and after a few years of business, he secretly left in the dark. Hiding incognito in the deep mountains and old forests. Then the world fell into chaos again, and the earth returned to scorched earth.

He sealed his eyes when he was dusty Dao Heart, so he simply couldn't see Dao Heart, couldn't see the road clearly, and couldn't climb the path to immortality. Stay away from not hurting and dying, and return to the ranks of mortals.

Zhang Yunluo waved a flick, and a few drops of ink fell to the ground, which looked like a quiet bamboo in the night, but if you looked closely, it was lifelike, as if you were in a bamboo forest. He Zhang Yunluo is obviously a saint who will enter the Dao, and if he takes a step further, he will be canonized as a saint by the Heavenly Dao.

How could Zhang Yunluo be disheartened, how could he take a step forward?

He walked into the room he had constructed, isolating himself from the outside world. What does the outsiders have to do with him Zhang Yunluo. He gave the world a stability back then, not only did he never see the people of the world grateful to them, but he inadvertently heard that the so-called grass people, literati, ink scholars, great Confucian scholars, etc., demonized them, and all the pickled words were used on them, how not to make Zhang Yunluo feel cold.

The house is full of stacks of picture scrolls, and like the house, there is no end in sight. The scroll records the life of Zhang Yunluo. If the world demonizes them, why can't he deify himself in his own world?

Maybe when he finishes his last strokes today, he will go to see his sweetheart and a brother.

"I imagine the underworld, just to reunite with you and the righteousness, even if the karmic fire sin is ruthless!"

In this last stroke, Zhang Yunluo hesitated, if he let the eyes of the eye have nothing to obstade, then he is likely to immediately feather and ascend to the immortal, ascend to the heavenly court and become a saint, and from then on live forever, only the reincarnation of the fall, and there is no way to go to the netherworld. But if he still does, he will not be able to draw the scroll to the extent of his heart. As a result, Zhang Yunluo hesitated.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yunluo's Yuan Shen agitated, his eyes were only half open, and the power of the Heavenly Dao poured into his body, but Zhang Yunluo entered the half-saint but never stepped into the gate of heaven.

With the last stroke, all the scrolls are nothing. But the painting is still there, Zhang Yunluo walked out of his own world and was in purgatory on earth.

There is a lot of blood all over his body, and he is a big deal. Zhang Yunluo's righteous qi is like a substance, he wants to communicate with the underworld in this place full of ghosts, and the righteous qi is used to tell his brother and his sweetheart......

Zhang Yunluo is going to look for you! In the underworld, I will wait for the world to be determined, and I want the throne in the underworld to no longer be "lonely" and no longer "widowed"!

The realm in the painting collapsed as Zhang Yunluo went out, and the paintings covered the sky with paper from the void.

He, Zhang Yunluo, wants the world to see whether the eighteen generals are the savior immortal Buddha or the war madman! He wants to portray in the sky, so that everyone in the future will know that there is a period of peace in the world not only because of Zhang Yunluo.

At this moment, the dust on the Dao heart could no longer hide his saintly aura. The morning glow descended from the sky and bathed Zhang Yunluo.

When someone saw Zhang Yunluo hurriedly bowing to him, he couldn't help but pray in his heart. Zhang Yunluo could hear the cries for help in the hearts of the world, but he didn't really want to care.

"That's it...... In order to let my reputation be passed on through the ages, and not let my brothers be famous, I will no longer be angry with ignorant people. Listen to me, the world will be flat in a few months! ”

After Zhang Yunluo said this, his heart became more open-minded, and finally the seemingly simple sentence officially announced himself: the demon that had been entangled in him for nearly half his life was broken.

The divine light of the morning glow was even more brilliant, and several auspicious clouds surrounded Zhang Yunluo. Reincarnate a few immortals.

"Open it up for me! I will not enter your immortal court. Not a saint with a name. Zhang Yunluo closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly.

The aura flowed in a pair of bright eyes, and there was this incredible vicissitudes in the clear eyes.

This is very contradictory, and it also makes people realize that Zhang Yunluo actually has double pupils, which is the appearance of a natural saint.

With the operation of the aura in Zhang Yunluo's body, the blood in the city moved without wind, the thick soil turned into paper, and the dirty blood turned into ink, outlining a bloody Senluo Hell in an instant.

Hell rises from the ground and consumes each other with the light and auspicious clouds of the gods.

Zhang Yunluo pointed to the sword and pointed to the sky, and engraved a document in the air: In the thirty-sixth year of King Xuzheng, the world was in turmoil, and a heavy pupil saint committed himself to becoming a young man, found the eighteen heavenly god generals, and found a fairy mother in the world......

As the last word settled, Zhang Yunluo became a Confucian saint. There was no anger in the imperial city except for him, and there was no last trace of evil spirit.

"Twenty years after the pacification, the Montenegrin army indiscriminately killed innocents and disturbed our country, making the people of Li miserable, and finally won the curse of heaven, all of them died, and entered the weak water of the Yellow Spring! The same is true for repeat offenders. ”

I didn't see Zhang Yunluo open his mouth, but no one in the whole country couldn't hear this announcement.

Zhang Yunluo opened his hands and pressed them down gently, and the road to the underworld was opened. This move seems simple, but the drama of aura consumption is almost draining his whole person.

"You kid refuses to enter my immortal court, how can I let you get your wish? You can't go into the Netherworld until you break the painting! ”

Suddenly, a sentence came into Zhang Yunluo's heart, making Zhang Yunluo can't help but be wary.

"Useless ......"

Zhang Yunluo looked vigilantly at the paintings covering the sky. It's a pity that this is useless, and the strong suction force makes Zhang Yunluo unable to resist at all.

The lord of the Immortal Court, his strength is terrifying! It turned out that the saint didn't even have room to resist.

Zhang Yunluo agitated the Yuan Shen, but suddenly his mind was unconscious. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the edge of the lake, and the reflection in the lake was just like that of his sixteen years old, not yet crowned.

How to say that Zhang Yunluo is also battle-hardened, naturally he will not panic because of this big chaos, think carefully about it, isn't this the first painting in the scroll, and there is a sentence next to it: A double pupil saint......