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This person is naturally Song Huizong Zhao Ji.

His long flowing hair was draped casually behind him, and he had already heard our voices, but he did not raise his head to look at us, his dark and magnificent eyes staring intently at his paintings, and his feminine eyelashes were like the first quarter moon hanging in the sky. The high bridge of the nose, the thin lips, and the icy jade facial features look more delicate than many peerless women, and seeing his handsome face is as if stepping into the starry night sky, and his ink-soaked strokes draw a dazzling arc like a meteor in the night sky.

He was carefully drawing two swallows, and at this time he had already entered the stage of over-dyeing, and the faint inky blue brushstrokes colored the dark part of the picture, and the swallow's figure was outlined at once. He skillfully changed another small brush in an orderly manner, dragging the back of the bird's throat, the outside of the hard feathers of the wings, and the ribs, thorax and abdomen with white backwards, and thinning it with a clear water pen to make the black and white junction smooth and smooth. The legs are made with ink to enhance the sense of volume. In the eye sockets, the front is stained with juice green, and then it is dyed with garcinia cambogia, and it is "eye-catching" after drying. Finally, the "tongue" is supplemented with eosin, and the two swallows chasing each other are painted on the paper in this way, which is really his signature "courtyard" style.

"With the hatred of sending away, how can this pair of swallows ever be able to speak. The sky is far away, thousands of rivers and mountains, know where his Forbidden City is. His voice was a hundred times clearer than that of a woman, and every word came out of his thin lips, and to my ears it sounded like sitting by the window in the cold winter of heavy snowfall, drinking a cup of steaming fragrant tea alone.

簌簌簌. The two swallows leaped out of the rice paper with great agility, circled the beams in this glorious dormitory for a few weeks, and then soared in the direction where I and the Zuo Dao Chang stood.

Zuo Dao Chang tapped twice in the air, and several golden lights flashed, and the two swallows turned into confetti dipped in thick ink in an instant.

"Huizong, you are already a ghost, it is your bad luck to be trapped in this painting, why do you want to pour this bad luck on so many innocent people." Zuo Daochang waved his sleeves and said righteously.

It's just that Song Huizong didn't think to look at us at all, his eyes were still so plain, and that gaze seemed to penetrate our bodies, looking directly behind us, looking at the teacher in a thin shirt and picturesque eyebrows.

"Master, you're finally willing to come to see me." Song Huizong smiled gently, but for some reason he exuded a bit of innocence. "It's good that you come alone, why do you bring these laymen here?"

This person is really arrogant, he doesn't know me and the Taoist at all, so he directly beats us into the ranks of laymen.

"The Emperor's ......"

As soon as the master spoke, he was softly interrupted by Song Huizong. "Master, how many times have I said, don't call me emperor, call me husband."

"Nope! You won't call you husband now! This is the last time I ask you to let those people out. The teacher said resolutely. This is God's punishment for us, and we willingly accept it, so why punish others. ”

Song Huizong lowered his head and continued to draw on the rice paper, then sighed deeply. "Master, you really don't understand anything."

"Now that Zuo Gongzi is here, he has great powers and will not let you do anything wrong."

Hearing this, Song Huizong looked up to the sky and laughed evilly. "Zuo Gongzi...... Haha, it's ridiculous, I want to see what this Zuo Gongzi is capable of? Dare to be this savior. ”

"The water-skimming swallow Ling Han rotates, and the falling mud flowers are heavy with the wet." He raised his wolf hair and splashed ink into the air, and the jet-black ink merged into a dozen strange characters in the air, which looked like very casual wild grass, and these characters floated in the air like inscriptions.

The left leader blocked me behind for a moment, and then spread out the ancient book, and a golden light appeared inside, forming a golden dome around us.

The characters formed by these inkblots flew towards us in an instant, like huge cannonballs, and black clouds flew up, swallowing the exquisite prosperity of this palace.

The characters landed on the golden shroud like a few meteors crashing into the night sky, and the whole palace trembled.

"What a profound cultivation." Zuo Dao Chang muttered a few words, but his expression was still very calm. "But it's not enough to break us."

Zuo Daochang's spell just now did flawlessly block the poetic blow from Song Huizong, but he seemed to have overlooked something.

The cursive characters formed by the condensation of ink splashed into the sky as if forming a black curtain that covered the sky and the sun, and threw us into the eternal night.

"I seem to have underestimated him."

These black inks were churning in the air, as if a huge brush was constantly stirring them, and through the gaps in these inks, I saw that Song Huizong was using a thick brush to sprinkle various colors of paint in the air on the table.

He ...... He's painting! Daoist Zuo exclaimed. He paints in the air. ”

The ink was diluted very quickly, and the light was projected back in, but at this moment we felt that the whole world had changed, and we were suddenly placed in an empty world, with no one around, and we could only see the ruined roof of a palace in the distance, the dim clouds lingered around the ridge of the temple, and the bleak wind brought a chill, and Zuo Daochang and I couldn't help but wrap our clothes tightly.

"What's going on?" I looked around and had no idea where I was. "It's weird."

"It's a new illusion." Zuo Daochang's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his expression was not as calm as just now. "I didn't expect Song Huizong's painting skills to be so good that he could create a low-level painting realm in a painting realm."

A picture-in-picture? I didn't expect that there was also illusion in the unreal.

"Fortunately, this is only created by him out of thin air through mana, and it is not like the ones we saw before that were written on paper, so as long as you stop him from casting spells, these illusions will naturally disappear."

I gasped and looked helplessly into the distance, only to see dozens of wild cranes flying on the roof of the palace in the distance under the yellowish sunset, some of them playing and hovering in the air, pecking at each other's down feathers. Some stood on one foot and looked lonely into the distance

"I know where this is, this is Song Huizong's "Ruihe Tu"!"

"Crane Picture" is one of the most widely circulated works of Song Huizong, I have a glimpse of the style of this painting in the book, the painting technique is exquisite, the cranes are like clouds and mist, the posture is varied, each with its own characteristics. If it weren't for the fact that the image of Song Huizong was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, everyone also subconsciously blossomed everywhere for his works, and this painting had the strength to become a famous painting.

The dozens of wild cranes were still playing with each other, but when a demonic wind struck, their eyes suddenly glowed red, and they flew towards us in a frenzy, chirping through the sky.

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