Jiang Han was staring at this scene intently, but the picture in front of him suddenly changed, and the gods and demons, phantoms, and cemeteries all disappeared, and were replaced by a academy.

It is peaceful here, the students are holding bamboo slips, reciting loudly, and the clouds are gathered in the sky.

Jiang Han was stunned for a while, looked down, and found that he was dressed in a scholar's shirt, holding a brush in his hand, and in front of him was an unfinished painting.

"Why did Jiang Sheng stop writing?" A kind voice sounded on the side, and Jiang Han looked at it again, and he was stunned again.

It was an old man with white hair, although he was old, but his eyes were extremely energetic, and the occasional vicissitudes of life seemed to have seen all the world.

However, his face is very similar to Ye Ruhong...... To be exact, it is the elderly version of Ye Ruhong!

"I ......" Jiang Han opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

He knew that he should have entered the illusion realm, but why didn't the Demon Soul Grass react?

"Jiang Sheng?" The old man who looked like Ye Ruhong spoke again, with a pair of eyes that had read all the vicissitudes of life, revealing a trace of doubt.

"Nothing." Jiang Han shook his head, he stared at the painting in front of him, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

This is a picture of the common people, on which there are all kinds of things in the world, fishing wood, businessmen buying and selling, soldiers fighting in the wilderness, and officialdom ups and downs...... Scene after scene, like a real scene, all kinds of breath come to the face.

Suddenly, Jiang Han put down his pen, although he was not good at drawing, but at this moment, one stroke at a time, it was extremely smooth, as if it had been engraved in his bones.

However, at tea time, the painting was completed, and Jiang Han was about to put down the pen, but he was suddenly stunned, and his eyes fell directly on the painting.

"It's clearly complete. Why do I always feel like something is missing? Jiang Han muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Jiang Sheng is worthy of being a talent of eternity, and within fifty years, he will be certified to the holy position!" At this time, the old man who looked like Ye Ruhong on the side stroked his palms and laughed, he looked at the picture of the common people completed by Jiang Han, and his vicissitudes of life were full of admiration.

Jiang Han was silent.

In the midst of a fantasy. The sun and the moon have changed in a blink of an eye, and it has been nearly 50 years!

Jiang Han was already full of white hair at this time, and his face was wrinkled, but his eyes were still clear.

"Master Jiang, why did you stop writing?"

Just like that scene fifty years ago, Jiang Han suddenly stopped writing, stunned.

"Master Jiang?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Han put down the pen again, and it was time for tea. The painting is done.

"Master Jiang, you paint this painting one at a time, and the disciple is still difficult to understand, I don't know if you can solve the puzzle?" The young man next to him spoke respectfully, this appearance is clearly the same as the pupil of the day, like a person!

Jiang Han silently didn't answer, and suddenly asked for a long time, "It's noon." How much time is left? ”

"Less than a moment!" The young man who was like a pupil of heaven was slightly stunned, and then replied.

"Less than a moment?" Jiang Han let out a long sigh. Suddenly, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and smeared the "Picture of the Common People" into a mess.

"Master Jiang, what are you doing?" The boy exclaimed, reaching for the painting.

"Fifty years, this confusion is indefinite! The Holy Throne. After all, it's hopeless! ”

Jiang Han suddenly laughed, and the laughter pierced through the stratus clouds and spread throughout the academy.

In the next moment, the picture turned sharply, and Jiang Han sat on top of the public hall. A brocade official robe.

"Master, you have to be the master of the grass people!"

A sad cry reached his ears, Jiang Han hurriedly looked at it, and saw a man with five or five big and three thick, tears flowing, and he couldn't stop kowtowing.

"That man, what grievances do you have, but come one by one!" Jiang Han's mouth is the official language, as if it has been rehearsed thousands of times.

"My lord! A few days ago, the grass people borrowed ten buckets of rice from this ant, and they had already made an appointment to repay it in January, but after a month, the ant actually asked the grass people to pay back twenty buckets! Master, you have to know it! The grass people are poor, where are the ten buckets of rice......"

Jiang Han looked in the direction pointed by the big man, and found that next to the big man, there was a small ant, if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't see it!

He felt ridiculous in his heart, what is the reason why people actually borrow rice from ants?

"Nonsense!" A shrill voice sounded, and it was the ant who said, "You have said a quarter of an hour more, according to reason, you should pay me double!" ”

"You fart...... the big man suddenly burned his ass like fire, jumped up all of a sudden, pointed at the ants and scolded.

Jiang Han felt a little ridiculous, slapped the shocked wood, and shouted: "Don't make a noise!" ”

This drink, like a thunderous explosion, frightened Jiang Han himself, secretly saying that this drink, how could it be so powerful?

"There is no need for a retrial in this case!" Jiang Han opened his mouth to determine the nature of the case, but in fact, he didn't want to speak, "That villain, since you delay for a quarter of an hour, it is a violation!" According to the laws of the current dynasty, you are limited to pay off the ten buckets of rice you owe to the ants within half a month! Thirty more boards! If there is disobedience, go to the animal road! Come on, drag it down! ”

Thundered!

There was a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky, and a threatening voice rolled down, "Bold Jiang Han!" As a judge of human and animal morality, you don't distinguish between right and wrong, and you partner with ants to oppress civilians, according to the law, you deserve the punishment of purple thunder! ”

Click!

A purple lightning pierced the void, slashing straight at Jiang Han, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The picture turned again, Jiang Han turned into a swordsman, killing one person in ten steps, and not leaving a line for thousands of miles...... In the end, he was defeated in the hands of a peerless beauty, but he was actually defeated by his own heart.

Again, Jiang Han was the emperor and controlled thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but he was unscrupulous, bewitched by traitors, and finally burned himself in the building!

……

I don't know how many strange and absurd scenes he has experienced, the last time Jiang Han opened his eyes, he was already standing in front of the stone wall, and in front of him was the eight big characters of "Left Step on the Divine Path, Right into the Demon Path"!

However, at this moment, the ground was shaking wildly, and the earth and rocks were falling.

The bound corpses of gods and demons on both sides had all broken free from the stone pillars, roaring in a low voice, their eyes flashing scarlet, and approaching Jiang Han.

"Jiang Han, what should we do?" Shu Lang's voice trembled, revealing unconcealable fear.

Jiang Han was stunned, looked around, but saw that the people who had entered this secret vault before had all died, their bodies were mutilated, and their faces were still full of horror.

Suddenly, Jiang Han saw Ye Tiancong, who was being caught in the hands of a demon corpse at this time, half of his head was bitten off, his arms and legs were torn off, and the remaining eyeball was staring at Jiang Han, as if he was questioning something.

He has been dead for a long time!

"Jiang Han, save my ......!" Suddenly, a cry of grief came from the side, Jiang Han turned his head indifferently, only to see that Ling Ximeng had been caught by a divine corpse, and he was almost able to bite her white neck.

Jiang Han didn't move, just stared blankly, as if he hadn't recovered from those scenes just now. (To be continued......)