"You can't be. Bai Fenfang shook her head, "What you see is just that painting, it's the 'look in the eyes', superficial as floating dust." What ordinary people see is what they see, and they know it but don't know why. It's better to draw your dreams than mine—"

Lian Chengbi sighed and lowered his arms.

She is not a fool, and of course she understands what Bai Fenfang is saying.

In the field of art, calligraphy pays attention to "the power through the back of the paper", and painting pays attention to "painting the dragon and painting the bones", which means that the art of abandoning the surface and going straight to the heart is smart enough.

Then, in the field of thaumaturgy, the "appearance in the eye" is the most shallow, even if you are not a thaumaturgist, you can do it, see the mountains are just mountains, see the water is just water, let only the eyes see, and the scenery you see only exists in the eyes, and cannot be included in the heart. In this way, Bai Fenfang always has the "art of painting dreams", and what she paints is only "the appearance of the eyes", without any deep meaning.

"You mean that only Mr. Xia can break through the barrier of 'Appearance in the Eye'?" asked Lian Chengbi.

Bai Fenfang did not answer immediately, but turned her head and stared at me deeply.

Everyone's eyes were focused on my face, and after only a few seconds, everyone nodded at the same time, and they all knew the answer without Bai Fenfang's explanation.

"Look at the mountains not mountains, and look at the water not water. Bai Fenfang said, "This is what I see from Mr. Xia's eyes." Previously, I had seen the same scenery from Qi Mei's eyes, but if his ideological realm was one, Mr. Xia would be at least a hundred or even more. Qi Mei can do 'dream as a horse', and Mr. Xia can at least do 'dream as a dragon and think as a green rainbow', which is not something that we ordinary people can estimate. ”

Lian Chengbi no longer insisted, and retreated with his hands in a happy and convincing manner.

"Ah Bi, don't worry, I believe that the White Painting God has no malicious intentions. I said.

Xixi suddenly took a step forward, patted Bai Fenfang's right shoulder, and agreed loudly: "I also believe that Miss Bai will definitely paint seriously, and will not secretly calculate Mr. Xia." ”

Bai Fenfang stepped back to the left, frowned, and glared at Xixi: "What are you doing?"

Xi Xi smiled lightly: "I am a member of the Vietnamese Youth Gang, what do you think I will do? The coast of South Vietnam is rich in sandworms, and the sandworms have live poison in their claws, which pierce into the human body and will die in a hundred days." Now, you have implanted sandworm live poison on your shoulder, and if you have ill intentions towards Mr. Xia, then you won't be able to survive. ”

Bai Fenfang's face was gloomy, but she couldn't bear it, waved her hand violently, and responded with a sneer: "Okay, all of you are good to Mr. Xia, you all care about Mr. Xia, only I will be the villain." However, have you ever thought that it is necessary for me to harm Mr. Xia? Could it be that the eight gods of Yanwangfu are all shameless villains? Could it be that my 'dream painting technique' is just a trick up and down the rivers and lakes?"

Every time she asked, Xixi nodded her head lightly and looked at her with a smile.

"You, you...... You ......" Bai Fragrant is angry, and you can't speak.

"The bones of Qi Mei are not cold, we have to guard against it. Red Sleeves added lightly.

Bai Fenfang once used the "Dream Painting Technique" to draw Qi Mei's dream, which directly led to Yan Tuya's use of the "Brain-eating Technique" to kill the latter. Moreover, Bai Fenfang, as a subordinate of Yan Wangfu, first followed Yan Tuya, and then took refuge in Yan Gexing, born as a person of Yan Wangfu, and died as a ghost of Yan Wangfu. It is not unreasonable to guard against her like this.

I believe in her, but Lianchengbi, Xixi, and Red Sleeves may not have such a measurement, and I can boldly let her implement the "dream painting technique" on me.

"Okay, you don't believe me, then take a good look, who is Mr. Xia's friend and who is his enemy!" Bai Fenfang turned angrily, facing me and turning her back to the others.

I was the first to calm my emotions and breathe evenly, from 80 breaths per minute to about 50 breaths per minute.

"Mr. Xia, you just need to focus on the painting in the tunnel. There are so many elements in the painting that I want you to discard the rest and focus on the monster. The monster is strange because it is completely different from the animals we usually see, and the variation in appearance is secondary, and I need you to think about why it is the way it is, and why is it there? What did the painters of the past want to tell future generations......

The white fragrant eyes looked directly at me, as calm as the deep pool of two ancient wells, without the slightest wave.

My mind returned to the tunnels under the church of Hongjialou, and at first, I thought of the horror of "sucking human skin", and racked my brains to guess what had happened in the secret room. Even if such cases are reported to the police, they will only be shelved and handled as "suspicious". Not everyone in the modern police force is Sherlock Holmes and is willing to go to great lengths to solve unsolved cases. All of them are just men and women who eat and drink, go to and from work every day, eat and sleep, and have their own life circles. No matter how weird and incomprehensible this case is, it will only be used as an after-dinner conversation and pastime, and after a long time, it will be forgotten.

At the moment, the only ones who can really solve these unsolved cases are thaumaturgists like us. With great power comes great responsibility, these are the things that thaumaturgists should do. Even if there is no one to erect a monument for us to sing praises and praise virtues, we have to solve it, eliminate evil, uphold justice, and fight for human peace and social harmony.

The media is singing the praises of "unsung heroes" every day, and in my opinion, every righteous thaumaturgist is an "unsung hero", but we don't even care about the life and death of our own lives, do we still care about a few thousand-word boastful articles in newspapers, magazines, and websites?

This is the sorrow of the thaumaturg and the glory of the thaumaturgist.

"Whoa, whoa—" A strange howl sounded behind me. At the same time, an eerie whirlwind swooped down and encircled me.

We turned around and saw the mural.

In the mural, only the monster is lit, as if in the spotlight, while all the other figures are hidden in the shadows, only the cold light of the blades, but not the faces of each person.

The monster was not only lit, but also seemed to be "alive", and the muscles, scales, head, tail, and claws of its body were expanding and accumulating, as if it was about to gallop and roar in the blink of an eye.

I was fixed in this strange whirlwind, unable to move my feet, only to watch as the monster slowly came back to life.

A burst of silk and bamboo music came, and countless women sang softly and charmingly: "Look at the prosperity of the world, the Beijing master is boasting about the towers, once you enter the palace, you will be in the palace and the rouge will be like the morning glow." The Son of Heaven is in love, the palace is deep, the thrush flies on the corridor, and the beauty is shy and diligent to welcome ......"

It is ancient music, which is fundamentally different from modern music, and you can tell it when you listen to it.

The song celebrates the life of the concubine in the palace who was favored by the Son of Heaven, and reminds me of the last time I had a similar hallucination in the tunnel under the church.

"The monster is in the palace?" suddenly lit up in my head.

In addition to the queen, concubines, palace maids, and eunuchs in the palace, there is only one man in the emperor. If this huge monster stays in the palace, won't it be a great disaster?

In a trance, the monster had fully awakened, and after breaking free from all restraints, it slowly stepped forward. The light chased after it, gradually illuminating its surroundings. Sure enough, it was in the middle of the royal palace, surrounded by vermilion verandahs, and the sound of music was not far away.

"The monster devours people, everyone in the palace is in danger-" I felt anxious for a while, and my body suddenly lightened, and I leaped with the power of the whirlwind, and fell into the spotlight, confronting the monster from afar.

The air was filled with the bloody breath of the monster, and its bloodshot eyes stared at me, eager to pounce and swallow me.

In all directions, the woman's exclamations rose and fell, resounding in every corner.

"Come here, don't be afraid!" I shouted.

Soon, a few hundred meters of disheveled women, gathered together, and hid behind me.

"Woo-" The monster roared with its head held high, its eyes looking like it was about to burst into flames.

"Leave them alone and go where you need to go. "I stopped roaring, but calmly faced the monster.

The monster's claws slashed on the ground, and sparks flew everywhere, causing the women behind me to scream.

"It's ...... My territory, this place will always be mine...... Turf, who are you, get out, get out!" the monster let out a muffled roar.

The lights suddenly brightened, and the view was no longer obstructed. In despair, I found myself trapped in a huge encirclement, and the women behind me were holding not pipa, huqin, and qiang flutes, but swords, hooks, and halberds. What's even more terrifying is that they are not singers, or even people, but a large group of sharks with human heads and human bodies, fish scales and fish tails.

The pavilions are real, the only difference is that the walls, roofs, and beams are all dark green moss produced by long-term immersion in seawater. What's more, many oysters and clams have made nests in the ground, turning the place into a marine ruin.

I have strayed into the merman's lair, there is no way out, this kind of fear, like a nightmare.

"White Painting God, what's going on?" I shouted, but I couldn't hear back.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him......" shouted in unison from the surrounding mermen.

I don't know where I am at the moment, I just know that I have to run out and escape this nightmare.

With a snap, a colorful flag flower rocket suddenly exploded in the sky, and all the mermaids looked up.

I ran as fast as I could, towards where the rocket had risen. Behind him, I don't know how many sharks shouted and chased after me, and under my feet were slippery reefs, sand, and sometimes some kind of writhing fish's backs.

Finally, the shouts of killing were far away, and a wooden sailboat appeared in sight.

The ship looked very familiar, and when I rushed onto the boat, I realized that it was the same ship with the big flag of "Qi" that had appeared in the previous vision.

The armoured general was still standing at the bow of the ship, his hands folded at his waist, his back to me, looking into the distance.

There was a big bundle of flagflower rockets scattered under his feet, and he should have been the one who saved me.

"Thank you, thank you. I walked over and thanked him.

"I have the art of dragon slaying, would you like to learn it?" he whispered.

I turned to his side and saw a short knife stuck in his chest, with only the black hilt exposed.

"Who killed you?" my heart sank.

The pursuers did not get rid of it, and the life-saver in front of him was plotted again, which can be described as a disaster.

"I have ...... Dragon Slayer...... You learn, you have to learn...... You have to learn in order to become the true king of thaumaturgy, so that this world does not fall into the hands of the enemy. I...... I have to teach you, I have to teach you...... You have to learn ......" He desperately supported himself and stood firm, but with every word he spoke, a layer of black blood oozed from his chest.

The short knife must have been quenched with poison to have such a terrible result.

"I'll learn, I'll learn, but you have to tell me, who killed you?" I agreed.

"Ssangyong...... Winning the heir, Ssangyong seizing the heir, it was I who killed me, it was I who ...... Kill me......" he said.

The poison had spread to his neck through the bloodlines. Everywhere he went, his skin turned purple and blue.

I couldn't understand what "I killed me" meant, but at the moment he had to be emotionally calm in order to slow down the spread of the poison.

"Senior, don't speak, I'll bleed you first, and the poisonous blood will be cleaned up before you can live. As I spoke, I tore open the armor on his left arm, found the vein in his wrist, and bit down on it, causing blood to splatter.

Phlebotomy first originated in India, but it has now become one of the most common first aid methods worldwide. I was sure that if I drew the poisonous blood out, I would save his life.

"Don't waste it, Ssangyong's succession is a big deal...... You must learn dragon slaying, iron-blooded dragon slaying is the great plan to save the Central Plains, you have to ...... You have to take me as a warning, don't repeat the mistakes of the past, you must slay the dragon, you must slay the dragon......" He finally couldn't support it, his left leg weakened, and he fell to one knee.

"Dragon slaying" is an allusion in modern literature, often used as a metaphor for "useless skills". I've read the name of "dragon slayer" in the classics, but I can't think of what that thaumaturgy can be used for. There are no dragons in the world, which means that the thaumaturgy will never be useful, and it makes no difference whether to learn it or not to learn it.

Black blood continued to spill from the wound on the man's wrist, and the blood flowed to the plank, and then down the slope to the right, dripping into the water.

"Young man, no matter where you come from, Heaven sent you to this ship just to prevent the dragon slaying technique from being lost...... You remember, the key to dragon slaying is to 'look at the world and regard all people as dogs', and with this supreme domineering, it is possible to draw a sword to break the floating clouds, and shake Kyushu with a wave of his hand. You must be a domineering person to appreciate the true meaning of dragon slaying. You remember, one day in the future, Ssangyong will take the throne, either 'I killed me' or 'you killed you', just like now, I didn't choose 'you kill you', it will fall to the point of 'I killed me'...... Remember? Remember? If you want not to be killed, you must fight back, kill mercilessly...... The five hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, unparalleled in the world, each overlord has experienced the arduous choice of 'Double Dragon Succession', defeating oneself is the overlord, and being defeated by oneself is a dead corpse...... Okay, okay, I'm done, finally ...... That's all it ......"

With a pop, he fell to his knees on his right knee, threw himself forward, and landed on the edge of the boat.

The blood on his wrist stopped instantly, and not a drop was shed.

It is clear that this man is dead, from the poisoned dagger.