Pandaria Continent.

Recently, the White Tiger has been busy doing something big.

Since it is a matter of time before Pandaria returns to the world, it is also an inevitable choice to prepare in advance.

However, there is an old saying among the panda people: take people's money and eliminate disasters for others.

Although his old friend Titan Sarodar has promised that he will welcome the pandaren back at any time, and will do his best to help the pandaren integrate into the strange world of Azeroth.

But the white tiger thinks that a precious gift that can be held and put on the table represents the panda race, which is a must.

Even if the white tiger believes that his old friend is not beneficial, he will keep his promise and help the panda people wholeheartedly. But this thing is also one yard to one yard, what is the attitude of others is other people's business, and whether to do it or not is their own problem.

To come up with a gift that a Titan can look at, this makes the White Tiger a little difficult.

Weapons and equipment gold coins, or the martial arts of warrior monks, people will definitely not look down on them. A dignified god is not so cheap as to value these mortal things.

After thinking about it, the white tiger finally thought of a suitable gift.

Think about it another way, why should you give a precious or powerful gift?

Since old friends know and are familiar with the culture of the panda people, it is good to give a special gift with the cultural style of the panda people.

White Tiger summoned the Supreme Four Heavenly Gods and told his three companions his thoughts.

"Good idea, rational and sound decision, just... What kind of thing is the most representative?" asked the white tiger in a gentle voice.

"The culture of the panda people has lasted for countless years, and there are too many representative things, and it is impossible to give them the same for each of them. The thick voice of the Xuanniu soap rumbled.

White Tiger shrugged his shoulders, "You asked me, I still wanted to ask you, but I suddenly had this idea, so I notified you to think about it together." ”

Qinglong Yulong thought for a long time, then raised the elegant dragon head and looked at the three partners.

"Why don't you take in the magnificent mountains and rivers of Pandaria?"

The white tiger's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, and then shook his head again.

"That's right! The Panda Man's famous ink painting captures all the beautiful rivers and mountains. But... Wouldn't it be too light to be just a painting?"

Yulong smiled mysteriously, "Who said it's just an ordinary painting?"

Soon, the Panda Man Emperor Shao Hao issued an edict to all his people, summoning the most famous and talented ink masters of the people to the Splendid Valley to discuss matters.

The masters gathered together to participate in the grand event.

What excited them the most was that the Supreme Four Heavenly Gods, whom the panda people believed in, were also present in person and made a request to them that they couldn't refuse at all.

"We want to make a painting that captures the magnificent scenery of the entire continent of Pandaria, so that just looking at a painting, we can see the whole of Pandaria. ”

The White Tiger's speech drove the masters crazy.

This is a huge project, and the masters are told that this unprecedented masterpiece is a unique gift to the Titan gods when the Pandaren return to the world in the future.

The thought that the paintings they participated in would be hung in the rooms of the gods made the masters feel excited.

Thus began a unique journey, and the masters, under the protection of the warrior monks, traveled all over the continent of Pandaria.

Even the Praying Mantis Plateau and the Dread Wasteland, as well as the Thunder God Island and the Behemoth Island, which were suspended overseas, they also traveled carefully under the protection of the Four Heavenly Gods.

A few months later, the auspicious day of the zodiac, Yongchun Terrace.

The masters gathered here, feeling the gusts of wind blowing from the Splendid Valley, and feeling the majestic and solemn atmosphere of Yongchun Terrace.

They started painting.

Each region is jointly responsible for a dozen masters, who will hand over their respective works, which will be personally selected by the four heavenly gods to form a complete map of the mountains and rivers of Pandaria.

The ink paintings, which were either exquisite, solemn, or free-spirited, were handed over to the four heavenly gods.

The masters sat around the city, their faces calm but their hearts nervously awaiting the final decision of the Supreme Four Heavenly Gods.

The green dragon jade dragon floated to the center of Yongchun Terrace, and the gentle sound like water swept through the hearts of everyone present.

"The final result of the selection is... Check all. ”

The masters were stunned when they heard this.

All of them were shortlisted? Such an old painting, ready to throw it all to that titan?

Is that a Titan god or an ink painting wholesaler?

But the next moment, they understood what Yulong meant, and they all stood up excitedly, looking at the vision in the center of Yongchun Terrace.

All the paintings were floating around Yulong at the moment, spinning around, as if they were about to merge.

An emerald green energy joined the ranks of the fusion, and the green dragon bestowed the supreme wisdom on the painting, and those who viewed the painting would feel as if they were there, enjoying the magnificent mountains and rivers of any part of the continent of Pandaria.

Silver-white energy rushed in, and the white tiger bestowed the painting with the same arrogance and strength as an artifact, and anyone other than the owner of the painting who wanted to view it without consent or tried to destroy it would be met with an avalanche of ruthless counterattacks.

The earthy energy poured in unhurriedly, and the Xuanniu endowed the painting with supreme tenacity and a sense of historical heaviness, making the scene in the painting feel like a real thing.

The crimson energy rushes in, and the crested crane gives the painting an endless and active vitality, everything in the painting is life, and the painting itself is no longer a dead thing, it is the epitome of Pandaria. In the painting, one year, one day in the mortal world, Zhuang Gong dreams of butterflies, and butterflies dream of Zhuang Gong.

A white painting scroll more than a meter long floats silently on the platform. To everyone's amazement, from time to time, a bird will fly out of the closed scroll or a petal will fall, as if another vibrant world is hidden in the painting.

The white tiger stepped forward and carried out the final process.

He knew his old friend's personality very well, and he knew his old friend's preferences even better.

A ray of light poured into the scroll, and the scroll slowly unfolded.

At this moment, the background is a peach blossom tree unique to the Pandaria continent, and the pink leaves are blown off by the wind as the scroll unfolds, and falls through the scroll to the real world.

When the light enters the painting, a hazy figure condenses under the tree.

It was a stunningly beautiful human woman, dressed in the style of the Pandarian continent, quite like a classical oriental beauty.

The long black hair like a waterfall fell all the way to the waist, and the white classical dress was as if it was tailor-made, outlining the girl's figure to the fullest.

The girl's delicate and spiritual eyes looked curiously at the white tiger outside the scroll, and then showed a shy look. After a while, when she saw that the white tiger was still watching, she plucked up the courage to show an unpleasant tsundere look, as if she didn't like to let the white tiger, the hideous tiger head, enjoy the picture.

"Flowers, birds, wind and moon. ”

The four gods gave the painting a name.

This god-level picture scroll will be given to the Titan Sarodar as a unique gift on the day the continent of Pandaria returns to the world.

Late at night, the sound of insects and the breeze are all around Yongchun Terrace.

The "Flowers, Birds, Wind and Moon" will remain at the highest point of Yongchun Terrace, absorbing the essence of the sun, moon, heaven and earth, as well as the energy offerings provided by the four heavenly gods.

The scroll, which had been tightly closed, suddenly shook and then unfolded violently.

The classical girl stretched out half of her body from the scroll, curiously looking at this world that made her feel incomparably new and different.

She couldn't completely break away from the scroll, and it was already her maximum limit to poke her body out completely, and then float a few centimeters above the scroll.

Suddenly, the girl's face was happy, and she seemed to have discovered something.

The scroll jerked to a pink wildflower on the edge of the platform, and the girl gently uprooted the flower with her hand, and then immediately stuffed it into her scroll and planted it under the peach blossom tree.

A girl is born with a strange trait, she likes to turn something beautiful into something in a painting, fixed in the moment when it blooms forever.

Then the girl looked around with some worry and vigilance, thinking that no one had noticed her little behavior, patted her chest, and then jerked back to her place, closing the scroll again.

On the hillside not far away, the four heavenly gods who were in a state of stealth were a little amused when they saw this.

"The little girl in the painting is very lively, haha. White Tiger smiled and shook his head.

Qinglong was a little worried.

"This painting shouldn't have so many abilities, it's completely different from what we expected, although her attack power is not strong, but she is indeed a divine object. And I am most worried about her characteristics ... And what kind of influence her future owner will have on her. ”

"The existence that can make the white tiger an old friend, the heart is definitely not bad, I believe there will be no problem. Xuanniu let out a puff of white air and spoke sullenly.

"Agreed, besides, it's impossible to regret it now, the white tiger has already attached the divine power of that titan to it. Although we don't know much about the outside world, I still recognize the eyeball mark on the surface of the scroll, isn't it a white tiger? ”

Zhu He jokingly asked the white tiger.

The White Tiger didn't deny it, "That's right, some time ago, when I was a little confused, the projection of the Titan Sarodar came once (special chapter: The Way of the Tiger, Crushing Everything). He gave me a crystal full of his divine powers, and now he is using it for it. Now, unless there is a being more powerful than Sarodar forcibly erases the mark, the flowers, birds, and moons can only belong to Sarodar. ”

Yulong lightly tapped the dragon head and looked at the flowers and birds below.

"Better so, or we're really making a big mistake. ”

"Although this painting does not have much offensive power, it is more terrifying in other ways, and if it falls into the hands of people with dark hearts, it will be a catastrophe. ”

"The scene in the heart, the realm in the painting. ”

"We ... What kind of thing was created. ”

In the picture, a classical girl shuttles lightly under the peach blossom tree.

Seemingly, what else is missing?

At this moment, it was as if there was an invisible paintbrush, and several chubby rabbits were quickly painted, and then the rabbits came to life, and they ran around the girl affectionately.

The girl didn't know what she had just done.

She's happy now, she won't be alone here.

The girl thought of an elegant guqin again, if she could have one, she could sit here and play for a long time.

An unpretentious zither was depicted and quietly placed under a tree.

The girl rushed happily, and a moment later, the melodious and calm music echoed in the painting.

The peach blossoms fall in the wind, and a beautiful picture is hidden in this tightly closed scroll.

The scene in the heart, the realm in the painting.