Gallery in the underworld.

Yingshu and Xihe Little Lady have already left and returned to the realm of the painting city.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was alone in front of the black millstone, carefully observing "Hell", trying to figure out the relationship between "Hell" and the Ghost Gate.

It's a pity that a few days have passed, and nothing has been found.

"Hell" is too mysterious for him to peek into.

However, under the fusion of the chains of the laws of the ghost gate, the boundary wall of the gallery's underworld became stronger and stronger.

In Feng Qingyan's view, it is really possible for the gallery to underworld and evolve into the potential of a realm.

Soon after.

He also came out of the gallery of the underworld.

At this time, he came to Xihe's little lady's wooden house, and Donggong Lan and Qing Mang had found it two days earlier. The wooden house is a little simple, located in a valley more than ten miles away from the painting city, and the environment is very quiet......

Xihe's little lady rarely had a friend, so she strongly invited Yingshu to stay.

So Donggong Lan and Feng Qingyan also stayed.

At this moment, Qingmang and Qingniu Laohai are gnawing grass by the stream in front of the valley.

Feng Qingyan walked from outside the valley, and when he saw Qing Mang and Lao Hai, he said hello, and stood in front of the stream and stared at the stream, not knowing what he was thinking.

Where did the ghost gate go?

This is the question he has been thinking about, and he has searched almost all the underworld of the gallery, but he has not found the netherworld, which makes him curious.

Although he had never entered, he felt the enormity of the Netherworld just from the ghost gate.

Maybe it's bigger than he could have imagined.

He always felt that the unknown nether might be the real netherworld.

The darkness of this heaven and earth is just a fragment.

And why hasn't Bai Yijun come back after walking into that netherworld for so long? The most important thing is that the induction between Bai Yijun and him was actually cut off after entering the ghost gate.

In this world.

Bai Yijun's thoughts and thoughts, he can know everything, and even control it.

The white-clothed gentleman is him.

But.

Ever since the white-clothed monarch walked into that netherworld, it seemed to have turned into two people.

It made him feel uneasy.

In his thoughts, an hour passed.

When he came back to his senses, the Netherworld still had to be found, but the purpose of his coming to paint the city could not be pulled down.

He came to paint the city, naturally, to learn to paint.

At this moment he walked towards the cabin.

Although the wooden house is not small, there are several rooms, and it is two floors, but it is really very simple. When he came, the front and back of the house were full of weeds, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

In fact, it is mainly the little lady of Xihe, who spends most of her time in the gallery.

At this time, Yingshu, Donggonglan and Xihe were cleaning and cleaning the wooden house, and they also surrounded a courtyard in front and back of the wooden house.

The shadow book was a little puzzled.

Xihe little lady is obviously a woman, why is the home she lives in so untidy......

Moreover, many daily necessities are not available.

"The gentleman is back?"

Shadow Book is clearing the weeds in front of the layer.

Feng Qingyan nodded, went back to the floor to clean up, and also came out to help.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and the wooden house was completely renewed, and both the front and back yards were planted with flowers and plants.

And on the fifth day.

Feng Qingyan finally came to the painting city.

The strangeness of the painting city opened Feng Qingyan's eyes, and every painting that appeared in the painting city was a small world......

And in heaven and earth, there are almost all painters.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan looked at it while walking, but he couldn't understand the picture scroll that appeared, this was at least the level of a painter.

And his paintings have not yet been produced.

He can only learn from the basics.

So, he came to a painting hall, and the painting hall awarded the most basic painting skills......

In the blink of an eye.

A month passed.

When he finally got to know something, he began to learn.

But at this time, a strange thing happened to him, whenever he picked up a paintbrush to paint, a vague bridge would appear in his mind.

The bridge was vague, but it looked like a stone arch bridge.

At first glance, it seems to be more than ten zhang, but in the second eye, it is dozens of zhang, or even hundreds.

This surprised him.

What kind of bridge is this?

Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and thought carefully, but the bridge that came to his mind was still very vague.

He couldn't see it, and he couldn't draw it.

As he learned more and more about the way of painting, it seemed that the bridge in his mind became clearer.

When his painting was finally put into the product, the bridge that came to his mind became clearer, but it was still impossible to see, and it seemed to be shrouded in a bit of mystery.

"Thinking about the day and dreaming at night, is this the bridge of connection?"

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

Maybe it's because this time has been around the bridge of connection, so he has a bridge of connection in his mind?

Whether it was a bridge or not, he still couldn't put pen to paper.

Something seems to be stuck.

However, the realm of his painting path is a thousand miles a day, and he enters the realm quickly.

There is a lot of progress every day.

One is that he is a canon, the second is that his talent is rare, and the third is that he is a scholar.

For many literati, calligraphy and painting are actually the same.

In the book city and the painting city, many calligraphers or painters are both calligraphy and painting......

So it wasn't difficult for him to learn to draw.

In the second month of his study of painting, he was already an eight-grade painter.

When he was learning to paint, the film book did not waste time, and he was also learning to paint, and he entered the product not long ago.

Donggong Lan also broke through the realm and became a five-pin pianist.

in the valley.

In the yard before and after the wooden house, the flowers and plants planted earlier are now blooming.

Donggong Lan played the piano among the flowers, and Yingshu followed the little lady Xihe to learn to paint, and the style was a little dark......

It's either the underworld or the ghosts.

At this moment, the little lady of the shadow book also has a dream, that is, to be able to draw a ghost at the level of a ghost king like the little lady of Xihe.

The little lady of Xihe had nothing to do except point out twice.

Her mind was in the gallery of the underworld.

Now that the gallery is not in her hands, she has no interest in painting.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was coming back from outside the valley, and when Yingshu saw it, he said: "Gentleman, you want to go into the gallery to paint in the underworld." ”

Feng Qingyan glanced at Xihe and nodded, "Wait a minute." ”

Although they already knew about the existence of the Ghost Gate, they only thought it was a mysterious stone gate for the time being, and they didn't know that the Ghost Gate was behind Feng Qingyan. At this moment, Feng Qingyan returned to the room to rest for a while, then came to the outside of the floor, exhaled out the ghost door and said, "Shadow Book, Xihe, the door is open." ”

"Let's go. ”

Yingshu said a little excitedly, and pulled Xihe and walked to the backyard.

"Wait for me. ”

Dong Gonglan hurriedly put away the piano and wanted to enter the gallery to have a look.

Feng Qingyan also went in, after all, he hadn't come to see it for a while, and found that with the blessing of the law of the ghost gate, the boundary wall of the underworld of the gallery was even stronger.

Soon after.

"Little lady Xihe, has the gallery become bigger?"

Yingshu was a little surprised.

"Well, it's getting bigger. ”

The little lady Xihe was very sure, after all, she drew the underworld with her own hands, and she could still see at a glance where the changes were.

The four of them went all the way deep and came to the black millstone.

"Tsk, the aura emanating from this hell is even more terrifying than before. ”

Shadow Book exclaimed with some amazement, although the depression, pain, and remorse emanating from "hell" had no effect on her, she could feel their presence.

In the gallery of the underworld.

There are still ghosts running wildly, as if those invisible horrors have never been caught.

"Little lady Xihe, what is it that is catching ghosts?"

At this moment, Yingshu finally couldn't help but ask.

"Yin soldiers. ”

Xihe little lady said.

"Yin soldiers?"

At this moment, Yingshu and Donggong Lan were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't think of such a simple answer.

"Yin soldiers, how is this possible, among those ghosts, there are many of them at the level of ghost uncles and ghost kings, how can Yin soldiers catch them?"

The shadow book was puzzled.

"Because they're Yin soldiers. ”

Xihe little lady said.

"Huh?"

Shadow Book was at a loss.

"Xihe, you said yes, this Yin soldier is not simple?"

Donggong Lan thought about it and asked.

"Hmm. ”

The little lady nodded.

"By the way, Xihe, why don't you draw the Yin Soldier? I was scared to death before, and I've been guessing what it is, but I can't imagine that it's really a Yin ......Soldier."

Shadow Book Road.

"It's not that Xihe doesn't want to draw them, it's that Xihe can't draw them. ”

The little lady of Xihe hesitated for a moment, and when she saw the look of doubt in the eyes of Yingshu and Donggong Lan, she said, "They give Xihe a very terrifying feeling, as if they are shouldering some mission, so they can hunt down ghosts at the level of the ghost king." However, they don't seem to exist, so they can't be drawn......"

Shadow Book: "......"

Donggong Lan: "......"

At this moment, even Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, and said, "Little lady Xihe, what does this mean?"

"Sister Lan, do you understand?"

Shadow book asked.

Donggong Lan hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

Seeing that everyone didn't understand, the little lady Xihe was a little anxious, and said: "That's it, that is, the Yin soldiers were not very terrifying originally, but because they were shouldering a certain mission, they were able to capture ghosts." But, because they don't exist now, I can't draw them......"

"Well, I still don't understand ......"

Shadow Book Road.

At this time, Feng Qingyan suddenly understood.

At this moment, he finally understood the relationship between the ghost gate and hell, just as he had guessed before.

As for why Xihe couldn't draw the Yin Soldier?

That's because he hasn't built a dungeon yet, and the dungeon hasn't been built, so naturally there are no real Yin soldiers......

Without a real Yin soldier, how can Xihe draw it?

At this moment, he also thought of the Qingshan City God's Mansion, the Yin soldiers of the Qingshan City God's Mansion, are they real Yin soldiers?

Not yet.

Because there is no underworld, there is no reincarnation......

"Sort of understood. ”

At this time, Donggong Lan said.

"Sister Lan understands, tell me quickly, what the hell is going on?"

Yingshu was very curious, but the little lady Xihe couldn't tell it clearly.

"This Yin soldier is different from the previous Yin soldiers, they can restrain ghosts, but they haven't appeared yet, but sometime in the future......"

Donggong Lan explained.

"Future?"

Yingshu frowned for a moment, and said, "In other words, the painting of the little lady Xihe is the future life?"

"Pretty much. ”

Donggong Lan Road.

"Sister Lan, you can't say that. ”

Xihe shook his head, seeing that he couldn't explain clearly, he didn't explain any more.

Although Feng Qingyan understood, he didn't explain, but he was very surprised, he couldn't imagine that the little lady of Xihe could actually know the "Yin Soldier".

Soon after.

Feng Qingyan and Donggong Lan came out of the ghost gate.

As for whether Yingshu really followed Xihe to learn painting, or did he learn to paint the underworld......

Feng Qingyan rested in the wooden house for two days, returned to the painting city again, and continued to learn painting.

While learning to draw, he explored the bridge in his mind, and wanted to know whether the bridge in his mind was the bridge of connection.

The timing of its appearance is really a bit strange.

Over the past year or so, the three things he has done have a purpose, and they are all about connecting bridges.

Winter is in the blink of an eye.

It didn't take long for him to enter the spring of the 2,349th year of the human king calendar, that is, it had been four years since Feng Qingyan woke up.

During his two years of absence, Zhou Chang left the academy and went to the Jin Kingdom.

Helian Mountain, Muyu and so on also traveled the world.

The first class of students of Fushan Academy actually graduated......

In fact, this "graduation" is not so strict, and many students can still stay in the college to continue their studies.

At this time, Feng Qingyan also became a four-grade painting, and he was soon able to prove the position of the painter.

In the darkness of the night.

Feng Qingyan appeared in the ghost gate from time to time, and asked the five taboos to open the door to see if it was the same ghost behind the ghost gate at different times.

But as a result, it will always be the gallery of the underworld.

This made Feng Qingyan very disappointed, it seems that the gallery is really going to be completely separated from the underworld, and the original unknown netherworld may reappear.

"After the blood, you can feel it, what is the difference between the ghost gates?"

Feng Qingyan asked about the five taboos.

After thinking about it carefully, he shook his head, not feeling any difference.

In fact, Feng Qingyan didn't feel it, so how did they feel it?

And as time passed.

The bridge in his mind became clearer and clearer, and even the lines on the bridge could be seen clearly. At this moment, he did not learn to draw again, but carefully visualized the bridge in his mind, and even visualized every line on the bridge clearly......

He felt that as long as he completely visualized the bridge, he would be able to step into the realm of the painter.

However, the pattern of this bridge is a bit complicated, and it is not an easy task to visualize it completely, and it will take him a lot of time.

In the visualization, time passes.

But the more he contemplated, the more surprised he became.

Although in the past two or three months, he has not studied painting again, but only quietly meditated on the bridge in his mind, but he found that he has a deeper understanding of painting.

Could it be that the bridge in the mind is equivalent to the calligraphy pole killing the word tablet?

He was amazed.

Moreover, he was even more curious, where did the bridge in his mind come from?

Shouldn't it show up for no reason?

Is it related to the painting city?

However, he did not realize that the bridge in his mind was related to the painting city.

The more you look at this bridge of minds, the more simple it becomes, and it seems to hide endless power, which makes people marvel. When he contemplated the bridge in his mind, he found that he seemed to have stepped into the position of the painter.

Everything is silent.

He didn't even know that he had already attained the position of painter.

And at this moment, the bridge in his mind is extremely clear, as if it is real, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Maybe it's the bridge of connection.

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