When the sun shone in, Meng Shao felt very dazzling, and slowly opened his eyes, and the picture that was still in the Fengtian Temple flashed in his mind in an instant.

Meng Shao looked around suddenly, and suddenly became vigilant, "Where is this? Didn't they kill me?" Meng Shao's head was full of doubts.

An old man in plain clothes walked in, leaned over, looked at Meng Shao, who was vigilant on the bed, and couldn't help but shake his head, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm just a handyman, just helping to collect firewood on the periphery of the Moon Dance Palace!"

Meng Shao did not relax in the slightest because of the other party's words, and carefully detected the other party's breath, but Meng Shao found that his divine sense was sealed, and he was like an ordinary person. "Who sealed me?"

The old man leaned over, walked to a wooden chair in the room and sat down, sighed and said, "I don't know either! You were sent to me by the outer elders, and he told me that you would help me chop wood on this mountain peak in the future, and the seal you said should have been set by them!"

"I used to be a peripheral disciple, but I mistakenly killed a disciple of the inner palace in a conflict, so I was sealed here, and I could only exchange the necessities of life by chopping wood for the rest of my life!"

Meng Shao sat up abruptly, ignoring the old man, and walked towards the door, wanting to leave the place.

"Kid! You can't get out! This mountain has a ban, and we are sealed now without any power, how can we leave! Even if you lift the seal, the ban on this mountain peak is not something that we peripheral disciples can lift!"

The rickety old man shook his head and looked at the unwilling young man in front of him, how could he not be like this before, but after touching the wall a few times, he recognized it as time passed, and he knew that he would never be able to get out again. Thirty-two years of chopping wood here.

Following Meng Shao to the foot of this hill, Meng Shao strode towards the entrance, but the blue light flashed, and Meng Shao was bounced back in an instant.

"Bastard!!" Meng Shao used all his strength to punch away, and the ** power of the sect realm hit the entrance with a burst of breaking wind. But an even more powerful force directly bounced Meng Shao out.

Bang! Meng Shao crashed into a big tree and landed on the ground. Meng Shao spat out a mouthful of blood violently, and his arms were bent.

"Ahhhh!!h

The severe pain in his arm and a burst of weakness and despair made Meng Shao go crazy in an instant, his arm couldn't be used or he kept hitting the ban in front of him with his body, but the blue light left bruises on his body, Meng Shao was like a beast, his eyes seemed to have no reason, and the power of the shock made his seven orifices bleed, but Meng Shao still used his body to hit the ban.

"Child!!Stop!!Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!

Meng Shao turned his head suddenly, and the beast-like eyes suddenly frightened the old man, he had never seen such crazy eyes, like a beast, but they were more terrifying than a beast.

The old man didn't dare to speak, watching Meng Shao keep hitting the prohibition, and his body was already covered in bruises. It wasn't until Meng Shao had no strength that he stopped and fainted.

The old man shook his head, although his body was already old, he also had the body of a great martial artist, and slowly carried Meng Shao, who was covered in blood, back to the wooden house on the mountainside. Looking at Meng Shao lying on the bed with a sad face, the old man sighed while helping Meng Shao wipe his body and put on some ordinary bone-setting medicine!

When all this was done, it was already dark, and the old man picked up a worn-out brush and drew something on a blank piece of paper.

When the morning came, Meng Shao's body moved, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was in pain, and he couldn't help but exhale a cool breath. In the room, the old man no longer knew where he had gone, Meng Shao struggled to get up from the bed, came to a wooden table by the window, and picked up a picture scroll on the table in confusion.

A man like a beast, bleeding from seven holes, with eyes that are not like human beings, people, things, vivid! When Meng Shao looked at the eyes on this scroll, he felt as if he had such a pair of terrifying eyes staring at him.

"This is me! What happened to me yesterday? I only remember seeing an old man, and then I couldn't remember it in a trance!" Meng Shao looked at the familiar face in the scroll suspiciously, but did the terrifying look come from himself?

At this moment, the door opened, and the old man was covered in sweat, mixed with white hair, and mixed with this leaf and a trace of sawdust.

"Boy, you scared me out yesterday, I can't get out of this mountain, so you better stay honest. Staying in the green mountains is not afraid of no firewood, maybe we will go out one day!"

Meng Shao looked at the old man suspiciously, and said, "This picture scroll is yesterday's situation, you painted it?"

The old man smiled and said, "I saw your eyes yesterday, and I can't forget it for a long time at night, so I drew yesterday's scene!"

"Could it be that yesterday I had a demon in my heart? I only remember walking out of the door to try the ban under the mountain, but then I can't remember! I only remember that I had a strong urge not to stay on this mountain!" Meng Shao muttered

"Child, take a break, and I'll go down the mountain with firewood to change some food!" said the old man

"I'll go with you too!" Meng Shao also wanted to understand everything around him as soon as possible, so he could think of a way to escape.

Meng Shao followed the old man towards the bottom of the mountain, and the firewood chopped by the old man was also carried on his back at Meng Shao's request. For Zong Jing's body, although he was a little injured, a bundle of firewood was only a small meaning in front of Meng Shao.

When the two came to the bottom of the mountain, the old man motioned to throw the firewood in his hand out of the entrance of the mountain, because the edge of the mountain was forbidden, so they naturally did not dare to approach at will. Throwing down the firewood, the old man took Meng Shao back to the wooden house on the mountainside. Meng Shao said suspiciously, "Aren't you going to exchange it for food?"

The old man smiled and pointed to the sky, "Look! our meal is here!"

In Meng Shao's astonished gaze, a gray sculpture flew towards him in the air, holding a basket at his feet and placing it on the open space in front of the wooden house. The gray eagle seemed to understand human nature, tilting his head and looking at Meng Shao in front of him curiously

"Xiaohui, thank you for your hard work!" The old man touched the eagle's head, and the gray eagle flapped its wings in response, looked at Meng Shao, and headed towards the sky again.

Meng Shao seemed to think of something, and said, "There is no prohibition in the sky???

The old man shook his head and said, "I've been chopping wood here for thirty-two years, how can I not know! But now we have no cultivation, and even if we have cultivation, we have to be in the imperial realm to fly out!

Meng Shao shook his head helplessly, now that his soul power has been sealed, there is no way at all. Meng Shao and the old man sat on the open space in front of the house eating food, chatting, Meng Shao also learned from each other's words that he was on a small hill on the edge of the Moon Dance Mountain Range, and his own mountain peak relied on the Moon Dance Mountain Range, and the mountain wall of the Moon Dance Mountain Range was not prohibited, but it was extremely steep and towering, and they didn't want to climb it at all.

Although he said so, Meng Shao was very moved and planned to find a chance to try it.

As soon as the words changed, Meng Shao looked at the old man in front of him and said, "Uncle Wu! Your realm above painting is not ordinary! You can paint so vividly just by sketching, and even my eyes at that time are so accurately depicted, just like living!"

"Hahaha! You Uncle Wu and I have been chopping wood here for more than 30 years, and I usually have nothing to do but paint to kill time. I have been immersed in this painting for decades, otherwise if no one spoke for decades, I would have gone crazy! I have not been able to cultivate for decades, but I have not wasted, and finally I realized the method of entering the country through painting, and the mountains, rivers, plants and trees are sometimes not in my eyes, but even more in my heart! Flowers are not flowers, trees are not wood, just like the truth and falsehood in the world, I am in such a state of mind today, if I can still cultivate, it may be a different situation! But now there is no chance! Uncle Wu said, his eyes suddenly exuded an unprecedented look, and said

"Less! You Uncle Wu, I am already old, and after so many years, my body is slowly depleted! Maybe I will die in a few years! But you are different, you are still young, and your body is stronger than me, even in such a harsh environment, you still have a lot of time! So I want to teach you the method of painting entry, at least so that what I have realized in the past few decades can be passed on!"

Meng Shao looked at the wrinkled face in front of him, his heart trembled, and he nodded. I thought to myself that I was going to stay here for a while anyway, so let's be satisfied with the poor old man in front of me!

Uncle Wu burst into tears and sighed, "The flowers bloom and fall, there is nowhere to rely on!! the mountains and rivers are still there, but I am old!! I hope this method of transforming the realm into a virtual realm and turning the realm into a reality can help you!!"

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