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"Seniors, as the so-called people are going to die, their words are also good, (not to mention that you are already dead), the younger generations are entrusted by others, and there is still a confusion, and please ask the seniors to answer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" When he said this, in fact, Zhuo Wen's heart was numerous, and the two of you were husband and wife, and the distance between them was not very far, and there were obviously residual thoughts left that could be communicated, and they even had to use other people's mouths to convey inquiries, it seems that there is no such thing as WeChat in the other world, which is troublesome, thousands of years have passed, and you can't hold back what you have to say, are you all so arrogant?

Because Ran Sheng's voice was transmitted to Zhuo Wen through telepathy, only Zhuo Wen could hear his voice, but Zhuo Wen didn't know this detail, and thought that everyone was communicating with their voices. Therefore, seeing that Zhuo Wen kept talking to the air, Liang Si was stunned and puzzled, and suddenly because Zhuo Wen was nervous.

"Thank you seniors for telling me, besides, this is your daughter Ahri. The two communicated for a long time, and Zhuo Wen also knew the answer, but he didn't expect the "truth" of the matter to be like this... As he spoke, Zhuo Wen picked up Ahri and walked forward, and Miss Nine-Tails also asked herself to help their father and daughter recognize each other before she died.

At this time, he saw a gust of wind blowing around, and countless spirit sons suddenly condensed in all directions, and gradually turned into a handsome and sturdy middle-aged man with a cold face in front of Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen thought, this is probably what Ran Sheng looked like before his death, but as soon as you came, you looked bitter and hateful, be careful not to scare the little Ahri.

Middle aged... , Oh, it should be said that it is Ran Sheng, to be honest, when he saw Little Ahri, he was very entangled, trying to raise a smile, but laughing was more embarrassing than crying, and scared Little Ahri kept screaming "I'm afraid" into Zhuo Wen's arms.

"Ahri, don't be afraid, be good, call Daddy. Zhuo Wen rubbed Ahri's little head awkwardly and comforted her for a while, before holding her to Ran Sheng.

The first time he held his own blood and bones, and felt a thud connected by blood, even Ran Sheng couldn't help but feel relieved, and gradually, the smile became more natural: "You are..." ”

Ran Sheng was suddenly embarrassed, and quickly changed his tone, rubbed the little Ahri's head gently with his big hand, and smiled: "You are Ahri... Ah, hehe, I'm your father, come, call daddy. ”

Little Ahri glanced at Zhuo Wen resentfully, and could only reluctantly call "Dad" in Ran Sheng's arms, but Ran Sheng was very happy, laughing constantly, seeing such a warm scene, to be honest, even Zhuo Wen felt full of tears, I didn't expect that after I fell into the world, I would find so many touching pictures, but unfortunately, the first meeting of your father and daughter is probably the last.

As if he was afraid of falling her, Ran Sheng gently put the little Ahri down, and the little guy suddenly ran over and hugged Zhuo Wen's thigh, and then made a grimace at Ran Sheng, making Zhuo Wen embarrassed.

"Originally, I was supposed to give you something to express my gratitude, but unfortunately, since I died, all the treasures have disappeared with me, and you and I have different paths, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you my Great Dao inheritance. Ran Sheng shook his head with a wry smile, his speech became normal, and he no longer used it to create momentum and pretend.

"It doesn't matter, as long as our predecessors can help us get out of 'drawing the ground as a prison', we are grateful. "Although he said so, in fact, Zhuo Wen began to want to greet Ran Sheng's household registration book, I have seen a poor painter, but I have never seen a poor painter, you have really lived to a dog in these thousands of years, right?

Ran Sheng seemed to be a little reluctant to think about it, and suddenly smiled: "In this way, I will teach you the 'painting the ground as a prison' that I comprehended three thousand years ago, and it can be regarded as repaying your love, how about it?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes lit up suddenly, this feeling is good, how good it is to draw the ground as a prison, no one can feel it more personally than Zhuo Wen, who has experienced this suffering, how to say that this is also the skill of painting saints, if you get this ability, this is simply the rhythm of flying!

On the surface, he was "unavoidable", but in fact, Zhuo Wen was saying in his heart, "Then don't talk nonsense, teach it quickly."

But seeing Ran Sheng suddenly jump over and reach out and pinch Zhuo Wen's arm, Zhuo Wen jumped up in pain, looking inexplicable, just wanted to ask him if he was nervous, then Zhuo Wen suddenly felt that the painted root tree in his inner world shook slightly, and a small bud suddenly grew in the body of the tree!

"This!" Zhuo Wen was speechless for a moment, he originally thought that the teaching of the painting saint would push back the points like those martial arts novels, and no matter how bad it was, he would set himself a state of mind like fantasy novels to break through, but he didn't expect it to be a pinching arm!

In fact, Zhuo Wen didn't see Ran Sheng's technique clearly, this was not pinching his arm, but Ran Sheng's fingers condensed the "Painting Seed (Painting Flower Seed)", which was directly implanted in Zhuo Wen's body, so it made him feel like he was pinched all of a sudden.

"Okay, I don't have much time left, in order to condense this image, I have used almost all the residual energy, you guys walk quickly along the road behind me, the barrier here is weaker, I will use my last strength to help you leave, remember not to have distracting thoughts during the passage, keep a normal mind. Zhuo Wen nodded, hugged his fists to express his gratitude, hurriedly picked up the little Ahri with one hand, and took Liang Si's little hand with the other, and hurriedly ran towards the direction specified by Ran Sheng.

"Mother-in-law, aren't you leaving?" Turning around, Zhuo Wen still asked.

"Forget it, the old body has nothing to think about, and leaving and staying are almost the same, if you can, please give this thing to a person named 'Zhuo Gang' in your Zhuo family, and tell him that the old body didn't lie to him..."

"Mother-in-law... You, but the surname Liang Ji?" The moment I saw Bei Guangyu, I thought of the Zhuo family's 'Zhuo Gang', Zhuo Wen didn't speak, but at this time Liang Si spoke first, and even felt a little excited.

"Let's go, girl, although I don't know whose daughter you are, but it should be a nephew of the old body, hehe..." Granny Ji smiled, but her figure gradually disappeared in the darkness......

Although the little Ahri was very reluctant to give up her mother-in-law, she slowly fell asleep in Zhuo Wen's arms at this moment, obviously it was Ran Sheng's hands and feet, after all, as long as a person is unconscious, it is equivalent to having no desire, and he will not be hindered by the formation, and Ran Sheng is also to let his daughter pass through the world more safely.

"Let's go!" shouted, Zhuo Wen began to run wildly, and soon he felt a wave of resistance in front of him, remembering Ran Sheng's previous explanation, he hurriedly relaxed his mood and abandoned distracting thoughts, only then did he feel that his steps were lighter, and the two of them and one beast rushed to the second mile road, although Ran Sheng opened the back door, he still felt more and more pressure.

On the other hand, Liang Si's situation was much better than herself, and Zhuo Wen suddenly felt as if she was dragging her back.

"Grab my hand!" Seeing this, Liang Si did not leave Zhuo Wen and walked by himself, but took the initiative to reach over and want to pull Zhuo Wen, but because of this thought, her pressure was a little more.

With a flash of inspiration in his heart, Zhuo Wen put Ahri into his arms and fixed his clothes, and then began to take out a pen and paper and stick to the trees to paint, the next moment the black light bloomed, but it was a drink to quench his thirst, Zhuo Wen knew that he would enter a time-limited dementia state after launching this skill, and he was undoubtedly the most desireless in that state, and he also had some instinctive ability to act, and when the time came, as long as Liang Si led him, he would be able to get out of the world.

Zhuo Wen's idea is very good, with the cooperation of the two, and walked a few miles forward, this is the most critical part of the road, if you can survive it, you can completely get rid of the painting as a prison! Of course, the more to the last moment, the more obvious the difficulty, if you can still have some small ideas in mind to rush hard, then now, but there is a little fluctuation in your heart, you will give up all your efforts!

The pressure of two people and one beast is all on Liang Si alone at the moment, if she just walks alone, it will definitely not be so difficult, but as soon as she holds Zhuo Wen's hand, she will have a lingering idea of saving people, that is, this idea affects her.

At the critical moment, a voice suddenly came from Liang Si's inner world, but it was Ran Sheng's voice: "You have the talent of 'Painting the Way', if you are willing to inherit my mantle, I can help you open the 'Painting Realm', so that your heart is free of distractions, and it will not be a problem to get out of this place." ”

It turned out that when Liang Si first met Ran Sheng, Ran Sheng was already secretly testing her, or from the moment Liang Si fell, she had already entered Ran Sheng's sight, through this hundred days of excess, he found that Liang Si has excellent talent, not only decisive and calm personality, but also calm and a little ruthless beyond his age, and never dragging his feet.

The fly in the ointment is that she has a deep obsession with that Zhuo Wen, and because of this, she missed the best qualification of only painting, after all, the deepest emotion of only painting should be painting first, and other emotions should be secondary or even abandoned, but even so, she is also a rare middle-to-upper seedling, enough to inherit her own avenue.

In fact, Ran Sheng originally valued Zhuo Wen more, after all, Zhuo Wen's talent was better, but Zhuo Wen had already comprehended a more domineering pre-death realm on his own, and he was afraid that he could not coexist with his Great Dao, so he finally chose Liang Si.

Liang Si did not hesitate at all, and as soon as he heard that he could help him get out of the predicament, he nodded directly, and at the same time tore off the cloth belt to tie his and Zhuo Wen's hands.

"I have been obsessed with painting all my life, and my avenue is also dominated by painting, which will gradually affect your state of mind in the future, can you think about it clearly?" Ran Sheng said again.

In order to save himself and Zhuo Wen, Liang Si couldn't think about it so much at the moment: "Please ask your seniors to open the 'Painting Realm' for me!"

"I hope you don't live up to my expectations..."Ran Sheng smiled, his voice disappeared completely, at this time, it can be seen that a branch has grown on the painted root tree in Liang Si's inner world, which is "only painting branches".

At this time, Liang Si's expression changed suddenly, extremely quiet, and her heart was so quiet that there was no distraction, and the road that was originally as difficult to cross as a quagmire for her no longer became an obstacle for her, she walked step by step, through the pull of her hand, Zhuo Wen, who had become "demented", walked along with her, and did not know the changes in Liang Si's body at all......

A day later, the two finally walked out of the outer forest, Zhuo Wenliang Si directly knocked to the ground, one was squeezed dry by skills, and the other was that the state of mind was changed and the body entered the transformation process.

And after this breakthrough in the realm of the two of them, Zhuo Wen was successfully promoted to the fifth level of copying, and Liang Si was also promoted to the fourth level of copying.

Little Ahri woke up dimly, slowly got out of Zhuo Wen's arms, rubbed his gurgling stomach again, and hurriedly pushed Zhuo Wen, who was faint like a dead pig, and cried out with tears in his eyes: "Awen, Awen, I'm hungry... Come on..."

(To be continued.) )