Chapter 107: Each shows his magical powers

Liu Suifeng found in his sleep that the beauties who were playing and playing with him, whether it was their bodies or faces, seemed to be covered with a fine veil, he couldn't see through anything, he would itch if he couldn't see through, and he would act if he was itching, and he reached out to grab it, but he grabbed a piece of nothingness. = Music = Essay = Novel w.lxs520.com

In reality, Liu Suifeng, who had his eyes closed, grabbed the dragon pool and grabbed wisps of fine spiritual fluid.

It is slippery in the hand, as if it is a woman's skin, and it seems that although Liu Suifeng feels invisible, he feels that he can touch it.

Liu Suifeng's consciousness has fallen into a mess, and he can neither distinguish between truth and falsehood, nor can he easily distinguish between reality and fiction.

Just as Liu Suifeng continued to be fascinated by the phantom of the beauty, the illusory divine image he absorbed into his body suddenly took effect.

A little bit of light rose from Liu Suifeng's dantian, passed through Liu Suifeng's body, and flowed into Liu Suifeng's consciousness.

Liu Suifeng was shocked, and immediately understood where he was, and his mind immediately woke up, and he kept saying to himself:

"Emptiness is color, and color is emptiness. ”

Under this continuous hint, in Liu Suifeng's sleep, those enchanting women and charming pictures finally disappeared slowly.

After being freed from the absurd dream, Liu Suifeng once again fell into a deep sleep.

From an outsider's point of view, Liu Suifeng's cheeks have become a lot soothed, and his complexion has calmed down.

Originally, Liu Suifeng's breath was a little agitated because of the charm, but at this moment, Liu Suifeng's breath became extremely stable because of the expulsion of the charm.

In the foggy, shiny environment, the flowers are like that, for a moment, they are attracted by the hazy surroundings and the comfort of the body.

Hua seemed to be indulging in it, forgetting Liu Suifeng, forgetting where she was now, and forgetting who her own surname was.

At the same time, Mu Xinyi, Wang Qinqin, Zhou Liang, and Feng Linglang also came to the gate of the Divine Atlas Treasure Hall one after another.

Wang Qinqin's eyes were immediately attracted by the New Year paintings on the doors of the two palaces, staring at Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong non-stop, and scratching her head and ears from time to time, which seemed very incomprehensible, but after a while, Wang Qinqin smiled, as if she had understood something.

Wang Qinqin beckoned, and the lyre appeared in her hand.

Wang Qinqin sat down cross-legged, then put the lyre on his knees, and stared at the door painting tightly for a while before slowly playing it with his fingers.

This lyre, after the death of Huohuang, naturally returned to Wang Qinqin's hands.

Touching the familiar strings, although his eyes are closed, Wang Qinqin's musicality is still there.

The slender fingers are as green as jade, and the straight strings are as colorful as rainbows.

The jade fingers slowly stroked the rainbow strings, and a sound emanated from the lyre.

After a while, the sound of the piano had substance, and it fell into the void in front of Wang Qinqin, no longer transmitted, no longer sounded, and condensed directly there.

The jade fingers moved, the rainbow strings trembled, and the wisps of piano sound condensed.

In the void in front of Wang Qinqin, two paintings slowly appeared, one on the left and one on the right, could it be the portraits of Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong?

As if he was aware, looking at the picture scroll in front of him, Wang Qinqin smiled with satisfaction.

Wang Qinqin stood up, glanced at the door painting again, and confidently entered the temple gate.

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Mu Xinyi glanced at it, then stretched out her hand and grabbed it towards the void, and one by one the chess pieces appeared in her hand.

Black and white chess pieces dotted the void, and in a short time, the two doors had been drawn.

Without even looking at it, Mu Xinyi turned around and walked into the Divine Treasure Hall, quietly and silently.

Feng Linglang looked up at the four words of the Divine Atlas Treasure Hall, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: "Good words!"

Under the door plaque, a horizontal batch of couplets is also extremely dazzling: "Know the Tao." ”

Looking at both sides of the palace gate again, Feng Linglang saw the couplet: "Knowing the heavens and knowing the earth knows everything, and there is a way in everything in the ancient way." ”

Seeing these two couplets, Feng Linglang finally couldn't help but high-five and praised: "Good sentence!"

After reading the good words and sentences, Feng Linglang did not sit cross-legged like Liu Suifeng, but he also waved his big hand, and as soon as he fished out of the void, a brush appeared in Feng Linglang's hand.

Glancing at the void in front of him, Feng Linglang actually used the void as paper, and actually pointed the brush towards the void in front of him.

The brush changed color as it overtook it, and it was pitch black as if it had absorbed black ink from the void.

Feng Linglang's writing speed seems to be very slow, but in fact, it takes a while.

Feng Linglang first wrote four big words on the void, "Know the Dao and Know".

Subsequently, Feng Linglang wrote two columns of words under these four words: "Knowing the heavens and knowing the earth knows everything, and there is a way in everything to the ancient road and the present."

When these handwritings appeared in the air, Feng Linglang's palm slowly wiped from these handwritings.

The handwriting of Feng Linglang's palm suddenly melted away, as if it had entered a basin of water.

The ink, brushed by Feng Linglang's palm, spread out in the void, slowly fading, widening, and overflowing, and condensing towards the center.

This kind of printing and dyeing is not irregular, but very organized, leaving white where it should be left blank, and dyeing what should be dyed.

Feng Linglang stopped his hand, and the couplets and horizontal batches he wrote became two door paintings, namely Wei Chi and Qin Qiong.

Seeing these two door paintings, Feng Linglang slowly stood up, didn't look at the paintings in the void, put away the brush, and slowly entered the temple gate.

As soon as Zhou Liang arrived at the entrance of the hall, he immediately noticed the door painting on the door of the hall, and even ignored the name of the main hall.

Zhou Liang's eyes were almost attached to the door painting, and the lines and tones in the door painting were tightly locked into his memory.

Every time he looked at it for a moment, Zhou Liang would close his eyes for a moment, recalling every line and every bit of coloring he had seen.

When all the memories converged into the picture he had just seen, Zhou Liang would open his eyes again and continue to watch.

In front of the two door paintings, Zhou Liang alternated between opening and closing his eyes for an unknown number of times, and finally withdrew from the front door.

With a wave of his hand, a large pen like a rafter appeared in Zhou Liang's hand, and the seven-colored rainbow color made Zhou Liang feel confident.

Watching the colorful magic pen swimming in the void, Zhou Liang slowly closed his eyes, and then slowly raised the pen.

Overnight.

A flash of light flashed, and it was the trace of the seven-colored magic brush, and two door paintings appeared in the void.

One is Wei Chi Jingde, and the other is Qin Qiong, which is exactly the same as the one painted on the palace door.

Moreover, when these two door paintings appeared, the other three door paintings, that is, the door paintings from the hands of Wang Qinqin, Mu Xinyi, and Feng Linglang, trembled in an instant, and suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they were taken by the momentum of Zhou Liang's painting scroll.