On the wall behind the incense case, there is a portrait of a person hanging quietly, although I don't know how many years this place has been empty, but on the incense case, it is still smooth as a mirror, and there is not even a trace of dust.

At the same time, the purple incense burned with the thickness of several thumbs on the incense burner, which was also exuding a trace of aroma, quietly burning.

Soon, Fan Chen discovered a wonderful thing.

That is, although this incense is burning, under the gaze of mortal dust, after having a cup of tea, it has not shortened at all, which is really wonderful!

After making sure that there were no other problems, Fan Chen stared at the portrait of the person on the incense case, on the picture scroll was a middle-aged man with his hair in a bun, slightly dark skin, three strands of long hair, and a strange appearance.

This middle-aged man stands proudly on an ancient bridge.

There are faintly beautiful mountains and rivers dotted on it in the back, which looks full of aura.

The middle-aged man's eyes were blazing, and he seemed to be able to see through everything, just such a picture scroll standing still, but it gave Fan Chen a great spiritual oppression.

Fan Chen only felt that what he was facing was not a dead thing, but a desolate beast, and the strong mental pressure made Fan Chen, a spiritual master, feel terrible.

However, the most amazing thing is that although Fan Chen feels the power of this spiritual power, he does not have the kind of spiritual oppression that seems to be like a substance and breathless.

All this is really full of weirdness.

Fan Chen bowed to this portrait, and then couldn't help but go around to the back of the incense case, stretched out his hand and gently stroked this wonderful picture.

Unexpectedly, the moment mortal Chen's hand touched the scroll, a change suddenly occurred!

A strong suction force suddenly came from the picture scroll, and under the horror of the mortal dust, he couldn't help but use the spiritual power in his body to resist.

But then Fan Chen's face became ugly, and his spiritual power couldn't be mobilized for some reason.

After a while, there was a blur in front of Fan Chen's eyes, and the whole person disappeared in front of the scroll.

"Where is this?" When Fanchen's eyes returned to clarity, he found that he had come to a bridge made of bluestone slabs and bricks.

Buildings such as bamboo grove ancient houses could be faintly seen in the distance, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Fan Chen's mind.

The bridge is exactly like the one on the picture!

Could it be that I am in that picture now?

Suddenly, Fan Chen was taken aback by his seemingly ridiculous idea.

"Don't look at it, little friend, you are indeed in the world of painting now!" Just as Fan Chen looked around in disbelief, an old, ethereal voice that seemed to come from eternity came into Fan Chen's ears.

"What person!" Fan Chen was obviously startled by the sudden sound, and couldn't help but snort softly.

When he turned his head, he saw a middle-aged man with a strange face and three strands of long hair, looking at him with a smile.

"You, you, you!" Fan Chen took a closer look, but he was shocked and said three words in succession, obviously frightened.

Because Fan Chen found that this middle-aged man who was smiling and looking at himself was the middle-aged man who gave him super spiritual oppression in the picture scroll!

"That's right, Xiaoyou, you didn't guess wrong, Lao Yu is the person in the painting, and Xiaoyou will appear here, and it is also Lao Yu's doing" It seemed that Fan Chen's shock had been expected for a long time, and the middle-aged man still smiled slightly, confirming the conjecture in Fan Chen's heart.

"This, this, this, this is true? I'm not dreaming, am I!" Fan Chen said three "this" words in a row, obviously unable to accept the fact that he is now in the world of painting.

After all, all this is too incredible, although in his spare time, he often reads some books that introduce the wonderful things between heaven and earth, but when he comes into contact with these unheard of things for a while, it is inevitable that he will have some gaffes.

"Hehe, little friend, you are not dreaming, the world in this painting is the dwelling place of the old man, the old man knows that you must have a lot of questions to ask me, but this place is not a good place to talk.

I don't know if Xiaoyou is willing to go to the old man's humble house, sit for a while, and then let the old man slowly relieve the doubts in his heart for Xiaoyou" Although the middle-aged man spoke unusually politely and kindly, but the sentence was full of an unquestionable meaning.

"Your sister, if it weren't for the inheritance, I wouldn't bother to tell you this, damn it, I'm tired" Fan Chen was reluctant for a while, and complained.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man suddenly paused, his eyes staring at Fan Chen, as if he saw something.

This can make mortal dust scared and unwanted.

"Derpy, tell you not to think about it, he will know, I helped you cover up your thoughts, but a trace of reluctance still can't be hidden, it's better to be careful" Ye Zi's serious voice sounded immediately.

"Okay" heard Ye Zi's words, and Fan Chen had to "shut up".

"Thank you seniors, please lead the way" Fan Chen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and said with a little respect.

For this middle-aged man, although he is middle-aged, he claims that he is old, and Fan Chen is not surprised at all.

After all, a character with such strength, how can it be a small role, it must be a person who cultivates to the sky, and with the growth of cultivation, his longevity will become longer and longer, and in the same way, his appearance will continue to remain young, God knows how old this middle-aged man has lived.

For this kind of character who can't see the depth clearly, of course Fan Chen will not touch his brows without being bored, although this middle-aged man has always been quite gentle, but it is still unclear whether he is friend or foe, although, Fan Chen's heart is really bottomless.

But at this time, if you don't go, you have to go, you can only take one step at a time!

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, didn't say anything more, turned around, and began to lead the way ahead.

Fan Chen followed behind the mysterious middle-aged man, his eyes were looking around at the nearby beauty, but his mind was not on these beautiful scenery at all.

All of this was too weird, I remembered being hit by the fist of the phantom beast, and then fell into the boundless darkness, but when I woke up, it was in that empty hall, and the two phantom beasts were gone.

Then he was sucked into this wonderful place by the picture scroll, and met this mysterious person who didn't know what his identity was, and he faintly felt that he seemed to be involved in something unknowingly.

But I was confused and didn't have a clue.

"This guy is so excited when he hears the fanhua coin, but he pretends to be really good, and in his previous life, he will not lose an actor" Ye Zi, who understood this scene, said with a smile.

All these descriptions are the imagination of mortal dust himself.

Such a camouflage is unprecedented.