Seeing that there was really no one left in this hall now, Fang Li also relaxed a lot, and began to count the hundreds of doors in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers......"

"Count and count, one, two, three, four...... Five! It's you!"

Faced with countless doors, Fang Li chose a very scientific method to select.

Then I chose a door that was theoretically the most suitable and walked in.

It wasn't until the seventh door turned red that the hall fell silent.

However, when the human voice disappeared completely, the sound of an insect flapping its wings slowly emerged, which was very obvious throughout the hall, and disappeared after a while, as if it had stopped somewhere when it was tired.

After entering the door, Fang Li came to a very strange space, if it was a fairyland, it was like a little less human voice, but he couldn't feel the ground, it was like a world suspended in the clouds, a corridor of five steps, one floor, ten steps and one pavilion meandered in the air.

Looking at the corridor that seemed to be completely made of stone, Fang Li slowly stepped on it, and the tiles in the distance of the railing next to it, everything was extremely real, but outside the promenade close at hand was the rolling clouds, as if it was a forbidden area at all, and there was only one road in front of him.

Summoning a long sword, Fang Li directly threw it into the clouds and mist on the side, and when the long sword left the range of the long corridor, it was like being pressed against something, and it fell straight down in an instant, and then there was no life.

"Can't feel it?"

Fang Li was suddenly startled, as something he had summoned, Fang Li had always had a very subtle sense of it, but just as it fell into the clouds, this feeling was instantly cut off, as if the treasure-level long sword had been completely destroyed.

With a shudder, Fang Li still decided to take this road honestly, although there are countless pavilions here, but most of the attics seem to be just for sightseeing, there is nothing inside, at most it is to stand in the attic and take a look at the landscape outside, but there is nothing to see.

It wasn't until Fang left for about a mile that the pavilion had a little more useful stuff in it, a stone table and a cylindrical stool.

"Uh-huh!"

Fang Li sat down in that pavilion all at once, as a martial artist, Fang Li naturally didn't need to rest, but in such a boring road, having a place to rest could at least make him much more comfortable.

In fact, he just sat down on that chair for a while, and then Fang Li quickly got up, intending to leave.

......

"Huh?"

Fang Li had just raised his feet, but this small pavilion was only a square circle, and Fang Li was about to leave the pavilion in two steps. But when Fang Li took the last step and was about to walk out of the pavilion, he always felt as if something was moving away from him, and he couldn't help but stop.

"What's going on?"

Fang Li was also very puzzled, unconsciously returned to the stone table again, sat down on the stool heavily, frowned, Fang Li didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't know what was going on.

Fingers unconsciously tapped on the stone table.

Knock knock! knock knock......

Although it was only a light knock, after all, it had a hundred times the attributes of ordinary people, and the power of this light stroke should not be underestimated, and the entire table began to tremble unconsciously.

"Huh?......"

Fang Li naturally didn't know how heavy this table was when it was placed on the ground, but after inadvertently shaking it just now, Fang Li suddenly found that this table seemed to be a little weird, and its weight was a little heavier, but the strange thing was that its center of gravity was even more strange.

Fang Li's body didn't lean against the table, if it was just an ordinary table, it would have fallen down a long time ago, but now the table was constantly shaking, but it was like a tumbler, and it didn't mean to fall down at all.

After thinking about it, Fang Li pressed his hand in the middle of the table, and then slammed it.

Click!

There was a crunch sound far beyond imagination, and the entire stone table suddenly turned into a pile of stone dust as if it were empty.

Ding dong!

And when the table shattered, the crisp sound of falling objects in the pile of stone dust was particularly pleasant.

Stretching out his hand and sucking it in, the falling thing instantly came into Fang Li's hand.

A small ring, but not a ring, but a very strange shape, which looks like a lotus leaf, turns the lotus leaf into a small ring in a silver ring.

After looking at it, Fang Li didn't find anything, it felt very suitable, and in the end, he just put the ring on his finger, and then turned to leave, as for the cylindrical pier, Fang Li didn't even look at it.

However, what Fang Li didn't know was that after he stepped out of the pavilion, the pier slowly turned half a circle, and then there was no more sound, and the fully sized cylindrical shape would not let anyone notice that it had turned in a certain direction.

After Fang Li left the first pavilion, he walked directly to the next pavilion, but not the pavilion in front of him, but the pavilion that was a mile away, and the pavilion that had the same effect as the pavilion he had just left.

In the hurry, Fang Li's speed was naturally no joke, the distance of this mile was only a blink of an eye, and sure enough, as Fang Li imagined, many of the pavilions in this mile were empty, and there was nothing in them.

When Fang Li entered it, he found that there was no table in it, only a small chair, and it was a wide chair, and there was a very strange painting hanging in front of the chair, and on the top of the painting was a young child who was only four or five years old, and the young boy was holding not the sugar gourd that should be, but a long sword that was three points taller than himself, facing a stake, sweating like rain.

"This painting ?......"

There is nothing mysterious in this painting, and the paper is not anything special, it is just the most ordinary paper and the most ordinary pen and ink, although there are strong aura fluctuations on it, Fang Li can also see that these aura is not issued by the painting itself, but is only added later to protect a painting, and there is nothing special about it.

Even the painting skills of this painting are not excellent, it should be said that this painting is very bad in terms of calligraphy and painting value.

As the only character in it, the child's face is not only not delicate, but even the most important expression on it is a little unclear, as if the only protagonist in this picture is the most ambiguous.

However, the feeling of this painting is indeed very profound, and this profound feeling is not how detailed the observation of life is, but some of it is extremely fine, and some of it is very vague.

One feeling is the feeling of being there, because even if a person is deeply aware of something or a picture, everyone has their own focus of observation, and it is impossible to remember everything clearly.

The kind of world that is reproduced like a photograph can only appear in the painter's brush, and this kind of picture that seems to be imprinted with his own memory gives people a more strange feeling.

Fang Li unconsciously watched from the side for a long time, knowing that Fang Li felt that he was the child who was sweating profusely, he let out a sigh of relief and broke free from the painting.

Turning his head and stepping out of the pavilion, the painting was still hanging in the pavilion, and there was no intention of taking it away.

But what Fang Li didn't know was that in fact, after Fang Li left, everything behind him began to blur, not dissipating, but he always felt that he couldn't turn back.

And when the picture was blurred, the strange painting suddenly spontaneously combusted, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke......