It doesn't matter how the Worry-Free Ancestor learned that there were these paintings in the inner house, and he put a blank piece of drawing paper here, I'm afraid that's his real purpose.

After thinking about it repeatedly, Ye Feifei decided to take a risk.

He rolled up the blank piece of paper and put it in his arms, then closed his eyes and meditated, and when the illusion appeared in front of him, he threw the blank scroll into it.

The white light flashed, and the illusion disappeared, along with the blank paper.

He didn't know what would happen, but one thing was for sure, if the Worry-Free Ancestor wanted to use this to make a difference, he wouldn't succeed.

He quietly withdrew from the inner mansion and came to the door of the mansion, where he found Ling Jiuxiao standing there in a daze.

He was just about to step forward to ask, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, a faint figure dangled in front of Ling Jiuxiao, swaying as if it was hanging, looking a little terrifying.

After a while, the figure disappeared, and Ling Jiuxiao woke up with a cold shiver.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

Ye Feifei leaned in and asked.

Ling Jiuxiao shook his head, "It's so strange, why did you fall asleep?"

It seems that this worry-free ancestor is tired!

The two retreated to the door and continued to wait.

The guests are finally here!

It's just that this wave of guests didn't go through the door, and they all wrapped their faces in black towels and climbed over the wall.

No more, no less, exactly sixty people.

After waiting for a while, no one came in, and the two got up and quietly retreated.

Before coming to the inner house, Ye Feifei was just about to stretch out his hand to push the door, but he saw Ling Jiufei on one side and actually "floated" in through the crack in the door!

Ye Feifei was suddenly shocked!

He hurriedly pushed the door and chased after him, only to see Ling Jiuxiao slowly pacing into the bedroom, lying on the bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Ye Feifei could see clearly, what was Ling Jiuxiao on the bed, it was clearly a painting!

He approached cautiously and found that Ling Jiuxiao in the painting had his eyes closed, lying on a small boat and drifting in the vast sea.

What's going on?

The sound of rummaging things kept coming from outside the room, and he no longer hesitated, rolled up the painting into his arms, and quietly pushed the door and flashed out.

Two dark shadows in front of him reached for a room in front of them.

Ye Feifei hid around the corner.

On the doors and windows of that room there is a picture of a sword and a landscape.

The two men crept closer, and one of them reached out to the door......

Sou!

Two white lights flashed, and the two suddenly froze, their bodies were cut into two pieces, and they fell to the ground silently.

The white light flashed again and disappeared into the doors and windows.

Ye Feifei was dumbfounded.

That's not what he meant to be!

Those dozens of sword landscape maps, after being "processed" by Ling Jiuxiao, extended into the night, forming a feeling of swords everywhere, "driving" those who touched it to a designated location, and then annihilated them in one fell swoop.

But now......

The sword on the sword landscape map turned out to be a real sword, and it was extremely powerful!

This was by no means a level that Ling Jiuxiao could reach, otherwise he wouldn't have to be stuffy in the secret room all day long.

Another question is at hand, if those painted swords can actually kill, will they recognize who should kill and who shouldn't?

After pondering for a long time, he decided to retreat to the secret room.

Yue Yingyu and Ziyu were very nervous, and they were both relieved to see him come back intact.

"Where's Grandpa?" Ziyu asked.

He could tell that Yue Yingying was also nervous.

Ye Feifei said in a low voice, "It's okay, grandpa is safe, he will come over in a while." ”

What else can you say? You can't just take that picture out and show it to the two of them, can you?

Yue Ying said, "You two take a break, I'll keep an eye on it." ”

Ye Feifei nodded, leaned against the corner wall and closed his eyes.

Ziyu leaned lightly against him and closed her eyes as well.

What he has to do now is to quickly find a way to wake Ling Jiuxiao up from the painting.

It was almost a reflex now, and as soon as he closed his eyes and thought about it a little, the illusion would appear, making him nervous.

That's because he hasn't mastered the secret of exiting the illusion yet.

In the vast world, there is nothing.

Where did that painting go?

His mind moved, and the hill not far away quickly expanded in front of him, and when he turned to his back, he froze.

I saw that the painting was spread out smoothly on the ground, and the dust rose and fell on it.

When he looked closely, he saw that the dust was constantly forming lines on the paper, and strange patterns were formed one after another, and then they were blown away in one breath.

It's like a person painting on paper, never reaching the point of satisfaction, and constantly reversing and restarting.

It's just that the person who makes the painting can't see it.

He looked at it for a long time, until a nonexistent figure appeared on the paper, and then struggled to break free from the paper, but each time he left it slightly, it turned to dust.

He finally understood that no one blew off the finished picture and restarted it, but that the things on the painting wanted to break free from the paper, and after failure, they all turned into dust.

Isn't this the technique used by Ling Jiuxiao to transfer to the country?

After having these thoughts, he looked at the virtual human form again, and it was clear that it was the Worry-free Ancestor!

Don't...... The worry-free ancestor walked into the painting by himself and couldn't get out?

Watching him take shape, struggle, and dissipate over and over again, another strange picture suddenly flashed in Ye Feifei's mind, and the dust that made up the picture seemed to be moving according to some invisible rule, and the so-called rules were more like flowing lines......

He stretched out his hand and lightly covered the paper, a subtle flow slid through his fingertips, and with it, strange lines appeared in his mind......

His hand involuntarily moves with the flow of the lines, from one point to one line, from line to one side, and then to superimpose the multiple facets......

What he didn't realize was that there was an invisible artist who was teaching him how to paint!

1st, 2nd, 3rd floors...... It wasn't until after thousands of layers that the picture began to reincarnate upwards from the bottom, one life two, two to three, three to four......

When his palm left, the painting was already raised high, and the carefree ancestor jumped up from the paper with a wave of his hand.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Ye Feifei!

"You ......"

"I'm your father!" Ye Feifei shouted angrily, slapped the head of the Worry-free Ancestor, and with a snort, the Worry-free Ancestor turned into a cloud of flying ash and disappeared into the air.

He rolled up the paper and put it in his arms, and at the same time took out Ling Jiuxiao's painting and spread it flat, and carefully moved it on it according to the technique he had just realized......

From the point to the line, from the line to the surface, and then from the surface to the height, layer by layer, layer by layer, Ling Jiuxiao's appearance gradually has depth.

When stacked above the mille-layer, the bottom resurrection begins.

"Grandpa wake up!"

The layers of pictures rolled endlessly, and Ling Jiuxiao suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of the painting.