A piece of green liquid oozed from the place where the Worry-Free Ancestor lost his left foot.

"Ye Feifei, what do you want to do?"

Ye Feifei smiled, "Answer my question." Why is the Jade Fairy imprisoned?"

The Worry-Free Ancestor grinned and asked, "Do you care about her?" Is the legend true?"

"What legend?"

The Worry-Free Ancestor didn't want to speak, but when he saw Ye Feifei's fire-breathing eyes and his hands that could be mobilized at any time, he still said reluctantly, "She was the first to quit as the representative of Yuxian Mountain, causing the painting bureau to be ruined, and the legend is that it was because she accidentally lost her true yuan in the bureau and took away her true yuan...... That's you!"

"That's it?"

Ye Feifei clenched his fists.

"Of course!"

"Who is the person who took you and her?"

"I don't know!"

"And who you don't know?" Ye Feifei moved his right hand, and tore off his right hand with a brush.

Worry-free Old Ancestor shouted, "Jade Xiaozi!"

"Who is Yu Xiaozi?"

"She's ...... My disciple!"

"Your disciple, where was Ling Jiuxiao taken by you?"

"Ling Jiuxiao...... ...... Dead!"

"You killed him?"

"No, no!" Seeing that he was about to do it again, the Worry-Free Ancestor hurriedly said, "I just sent them back." ”

"Why do you want to imprison the Jade Fairy?"

The worry-free ancestor is now ready to answer all questions.

"She has lost her true yuan and has lost her qualification to become the goddess of moonlight, as long as Yu Xiaozi obtains her cultivation and then transfers it to me, I can recover my skills and get out of the painting. ”

"Bastard!" Ye Feifei gritted his teeth and scolded, "Da Yu is my woman, if you dare to beat her idea, I will let you break the corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

The worry-free ancestor hurriedly said, "I'll call Yu Xiaozi back." ”

"It's late!" Ye Feifei held the drawing paper and was about to pull it, and the worry-free ancestor said hurriedly, "Ye Feifei, as long as you let me go, I am willing to use the Ten Pindan Book as an exchange!"

"your Ma's Ten Pindans!"

Ye Feifei tore the painting to shreds with a few brushes, threw it casually, and turned it into confetti.

With a bang, a golden pendant fell to the ground.

He picked it up and looked at it a few times, and found that there were many strange stripes on it, and when he touched it with his hand, a powerful electric current suddenly rushed into his body, causing him to tremble all over, and he actually retreated directly from the illusion.

What's going on?

The room was empty, he tore up the painting of the worry-free ancestor, and Xiao Meiyi, who he took to the painting, also disappeared.

The finger inadvertently touched the stripes on the pendant again, and a golden light flashed, and a huge portrait appeared in front of him.

In the painting, an old man with unclear facial features is holding a paintbrush and splashing ink, and groups of smooth lines have turned into mountains, rivers, galloping horses and creatures under his hands......

Ye Feifei looked at him blankly, and the old man suddenly turned around and beckoned to him......

Ye Feifei stepped into the painting and became one with the old man......

The old man in the painting gradually changed into his appearance, and the brush swung faster and faster, like a dancer who was intoxicated......

A wonderful world in the painting was born under his pen!

It's a ...... feeling It's so cool!

Ye Feifei stood on the top of a high mountain, with white clouds under his feet, like a dream. As soon as he jumped down the mountain, with a wave of the paintbrush in his hand, a huge crane gently lifted him up, let out a long roar, and shuttled between the clouds and mist like a lightning speed.

I don't know how long it took, he regained his mind, raised his arm, and the object disappeared in front of him, and he returned to his room.

The pendant in his hand turned into a golden paintbrush!

The room is quiet, like another space.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the wall, "Holy Emperor, the subordinate Qiu Feng has something important to see!"

Ye Feifei was taken aback, at this time, there was no one in the room except himself, where was there the shadow of the Holy Emperor?

If there is no Holy Emperor ...... Kyushu?

He broke out in a cold sweat.

What to do?

"Wait a minute!" he said in the voice of the Holy Emperor.

"Yes!"

Qiu Feng didn't even hear the flaw!

I don't want to be trapped in this ghost place and pretend to be the Holy Emperor.

Thinking about it, my eyes fell on the brush.

I can't help but give it a try.

He lifted his brush and brushed the dots on the wall.

After a moment, another worry-free ancestor appeared on the wall.

After the last stroke, the "Worry-free Old Ancestor" jumped down from the wall with a wave of his long sleeves, and knelt down in front of him with a plop, "See the master!"

Can talk, have thinking? Ye Feifei was taken aback.

"What's your name?"

"Slave Dan Qingzi!"

Ye Feifei raised his arm, ready to wipe him out!

Dan Qingzi raised his head and looked at him, "Master don't worry, you created me, I am the me you created!"

What the hell is Tamar?

Ye Feifei waved his arm, and Dan Qingzi turned into a cloud of black light and disappeared.

What's going on?

He picked up his pen again and drew a portrait of Xiao Meiyi on the wall.

Sure enough, exactly as expected, Xiao Meiyi walked down from the wall and knelt on the ground, "Slave Xiao Meiyi knocks on the master!"

"Who is your father?"

"Slaves have no fathers! You created me, and I am what you created me!"

I'll go!

What's going on?

He waved his arm to wipe off Xiao Meiyi's clothes, and drew a random portrait on the wall, and the man jumped down and fell to his knees without saying a word.

"What's your name?"

The man looked up at him, dazed.

Can you understand what I'm saying?

Still no response.

He seemed to understand.

After erasing the man, he groaned slightly, and drew the Worry-Free Ancestor and Xiao Meiyi again.

After the two bowed, they looked at each other like strangers.

"Shouldn't you two know each other?"

Worry-free Old Ancestor and Xiao Meiyi shook their heads at the same time.

The worry-free old ancestor said, "Master, the slave can't receive information related to this person. ”

"Slaves too!" Xiao Meiyi also said.

"Is this so?" Ye Feifei was thinking about it, when Qiu Feng's voice came from outside again, "Holy Emperor, can the subordinates come in?"

"Qiu Feng?!" Worry-free Old Ancestor and Xiao Meiyi raised their heads at the same time.

The Worry-Free Ancestor said, "Master, the slave only knows that this person is the captain of the guard directly under the Holy Court. ”

Ye Feifei nodded, "You're right. Dan Qingzi, since you recognize me as the Lord, what will you do if you want anything to be unfavorable to me?"

Worry-free Old Ancestor said respectfully, "Master rest assured, I was created by you, and any news that is unfavorable to the master will be automatically filtered out." ”

"Okay! Do you know how to meet him?"

Worry-free Ancestor nodded, "The slave knows!"

Ye Feifei raised his paintbrush and drew a screen, pulled up Xiao Meiyi's clothes and hid behind the screen.

Qiu Feng, dressed in black, entered through the main entrance and fell to his knees.

The Worry-Free Ancestor sat on top and asked in a deep voice. "Qiu Feng, what are you doing trespassing on the Inner Mansion?"

Qiu Feng was stunned for a moment and said, "Holy Emperor, the subordinate has the gold medal you personally gave in his hand, but there are important matters that can be directly confronted by the saint. ”

"I know!" said the Carefree Ancestor impatiently, "I'm asking you what you're looking for me. ”