"Dogleg from the underworld, I have one more thing to tell you, although I am not good at killing, sometimes I have to slaughter some arrogant bastards. How many? Let me think about it!" the blue-clothed god narrowed his eyes and made a thoughtful look.

"One, two, three, four should be nine, right? Yes, nine indeed. You're just as stupid as the nine bastards, and they're now completely dead, and if you were added now, you'd be just the number of dead and dead. But don't worry, not only will it not be painful to die at my hands, on the contrary, you will feel that it is an honor, hahaha!"

The body of the blue-clothed true god suddenly emitted a dazzling multicolored glow, and immediately after, a huge wolf pen appeared in his hand. The blue-clothed true god just held the wolf's hair and painted it in the air. The action is like a cloud of water in the same go, all in one go. And the action posture of the pen is also extremely free and easy, giving people an incomparably pleasant beauty.

"Yujing once remembered the old prosperity. Ten thousand miles of the emperor's house. Qionglin Jade Palace, the noisy string orchestra, the twilight column sheng pipa. Huacheng people go to Xiaosuo today, and spring dreams surround Husha. Where is the home mountain, endure listening to the Qiang flute, blowing through the plum blossoms. The blue-clothed god moved his pen and chanted in a low voice. There was an incomparable sadness in the tone.

"Huh, why is it so familiar? And why is this font so familiar? Give yourself a sense of déjà vu?" Suddenly, Xiao Chen's body shook. He found that the other party's fortune was very sharp. The pen is thin and hard, but there is a smooth and free wind god.

"Boy, how about you take a look at my handwriting?" the smug look in the tone of the blue-clothed true god could not be concealed.

"The pen is fluttering and fast, the handwriting is thin, and the thin does not lose its flesh, and the turning point can be clearly seen Zangfeng. It's indeed a good word, a good word!" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, this poem, such a font, will not be wrong, will never be wrong!

"It seems that you kid is not useless, isn't it?" The blue-clothed true god looked at Xiao Chen's eyes with a little surprise.

"I think you should be the most proud of your life should be calligraphy and painting, right? I have seen your words, so what about your paintings? If I guess correctly, you should be the best at painting flowers and birds, your brushwork is smooth, the artistic conception is solemn and dignified, and the things you paint have both form and spirit, and the exaggeration can almost be fake!"

"Yes, I didn't expect you kid to have some knowledge!" the blue-clothed true god nodded, "But you are still wrong, I don't just draw flowers and birds!"

The blue-clothed true god is like a flying pen, without a hint of pause, and the posture is incomparably chic. In front of Xiao Chen, a beautiful and magnificent picture was formed: this is an incomparably prosperous metropolis, with high-rise buildings made of red bricks and green tiles standing proudly. The eaves of the pavilion are bright and moving, showing the beauty of luxury. The wide, clean streets are lined with shops. Everywhere there are Qinglou painting pavilions, and everywhere there are Qido bead curtains, giving people a feeling of indifference.

And in the very center of the capital, among the various buildings of different shapes, but each with its own merits, there is a huge palace city like the stars and the moon, a grand building with the most magnificent atmosphere and the most majestic atmosphere.

"Lifelike, lifelike! The beautiful scenery painted can be integrated with heaven and earth, incredible, incredible!" Xiao Chen was really shocked, as if he suddenly felt that the thing painted by the blue-clothed true god seemed to have life, and stood in front of him like this.

"Lifelike?" But Xiao Chen's words made the blue-clothed true god furious, "Fool, let me tell you, everything you see is true. Let me show you a good look, let me in!"

"Brother Xiao Chen, save me. The voice of the little girl who was still hanging in the air was hoarse, but neither Xiao Chen nor the blue-clothed true god seemed to hear it. Then, something strange happened again, and from this incomparably magnificent picture emanated an boundless dazzling and dazzling light, and the dazzling light made Xiao Chen unable to see anything.

"Ahh At this moment, he felt a huge suction force pulling him hard and deep towards a place.

The dazzling light finally slowly dissipated, and Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes. But at this moment, there was a loud bang of "Peng!". "Damn!" Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to rub his aching body, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong.

"How is this possible?" Xiao Chen was stunned, he was shocked to find that his place had actually changed, and this new place... It was exactly the same as the scene he had just seen in the painting of the blue-clothed true god.

"Xiao Chen, welcome to the world in my Jiangshan Society map, don't be surprised, don't be surprised! This is the place you just saw. It's also a place that has haunted me countless times. Thousands of years of suffering have finally fulfilled my long-cherished wish. From the moment I leave the underworld, the thing I write will no longer be a dead thing without a trace of life, it will be an incomparably real existence!"

"Boy, now let you see what is called the number one royal city in the world!" The blue-clothed true god was unceremonious, and grabbed Xiao Chen. Of course, Xiao Chen wanted to avoid it, but he found that his body was soft at this time, and he couldn't use any strength.

The blue-clothed true god unceremoniously grabbed Xiao Chen's back collar and dragged Xiao Chen forward like a dead dog. Seriously, the scenery of this world in the painting is pleasant, all the objects that appear in front of Xiao Chen's eyes are brilliant and beautiful, and it is simply an extremely pleasant pleasure to walk through it.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you want to be dragged by a person to visit the back collar, I'm afraid it won't feel so good.

"Boy, this is the most prosperous business district in my royal city, all over the world, all over the world, as long as you can think of anything, you can find it from here!"

"Admire. Admire!" Xiao Chen said through gritted teeth.

"Boy, do you think this place is particularly elegant, bookish, and especially suitable for people to live in? Let me tell you, it is the famous people of the world who can live here!" There was endless pride in the words of the blue-clothed true god.

"Awesome, awesome!" but there was not a hint of appreciation in the words.

"And this is a place for literati to talk about the wind and snow!" Speaking of this, the blue-clothed true god smiled, it was an extremely sluggish laugh.

"Isn't it the Red Mansion?" Xiao Chen said lightly.

"Bastard, you vulgar bastard! I'll show you the most palatial place in the world right now!" the blue-clothed god was furious. In an instant, his figure seemed to turn into a gale, and he rushed directly towards the most atmospheric and grandiose palace with Xiao Chen.

"Boy, what do you think of here?" After rushing into the hall, the blue-clothed true god threw Xiao Chen down.

"The magnificence, the luxury, the atmosphere, the majestic!" Although he was fully mentally prepared, Xiao Chen was still stunned by everything in front of him. In the huge hall, in the hall full of glaze-like colors. Everything is so beautiful and so lovely.

"Boy, don't you think you're still quite discerning?" the blue-clothed true god smiled, and he walked straight forward. High in front, stands a boxy, carved dragon and phoenix, with a golden yellow color from top to bottom. The blue-clothed true god walked over slowly, sat down gently, and sighed. Suddenly, an incomparably majestic momentum rose up on its own.

"Seriously, I really admire you for being able to transform the object you love in your heart into a real existence!" Xiao Chen finally understood why there were giant tigers. Why are there strange leopards and jackals who can listen to people's words? It turned out that all this came from the hand of the man in front of him.

"Of course, boy, I tell you, my royal city is the first in the world, it is flawless, it is without any blemish. There was endless pride in the words of the blue-clothed god.

"It's really bustling and atmospheric. It's not an exaggeration to call it the number one royal city in the world, but it's unrealistic to say that it's perfect and without any flaws, right?" Xiao Chen sneered.

"What are you talking about, how dare you slander my Wang Cheng like this?" the blue-clothed true god who was originally smiling jumped up suddenly, "Boy, if you don't say a reason that convinces me, I'll pick your skin!" A majestic force crushed towards Xiao Chen again.

"Yes, the scenery here is beautiful, but there is a lack of people who are the spirits of all things. And where there is no one, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a dead thing. It doesn't feel good to be alone, right?" The huge pressure made Xiao Chen no longer able to stabilize his body.

"Bastard, this is my royal city, and the love of my heart. How can you let those treacherous and shameless guys come to defile it?" The angry blue-clothed true god Tengteng rushed down from the throne and came to Xiao Chen's side, kicking out with a heavy kick.

"I don't care about the affairs of the court, and I don't accept loyal and virtuous people. Partial belief in villains, preference for the wind and snow, lingering in the place of the hook. You are so unkind and unpopular, which is the root cause of your tragic end!" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, although the huge force added to his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds, he was unwilling to let himself lie down.

"I have lost my benevolence, I have lost the hearts of the people, I have conquered the tyranny, I have eaten the common people, I admit that I prefer to stay in the places of the wind and the moon, talk about elegance, and recite poems and paintings. But did I use it? Did I disturb the others? Why did such a tragic fate fall on me, you say, you say it quickly!" The blue-clothed true god sprinkled all his anger on Xiao Chen's body, kick after kick.

"I like to stay in the place of the wind and the moon, talk about elegance, chant poetry and paint, there is nothing wrong with that. But the crux of the matter is that your identity is destined to allow you not to waste too much time on it. Know the sufferings of the people and the difficulties of the people. Na Zhongxian, listen to good words, go to villains, and far sycophants, this is what you should do. If you can do this, I don't dare to say anything else, at least the death of the country is unlikely. ”

"Is it impossible to lose the country?, do you know who I am?" the body of the blue-clothed true god shook suddenly.

"Song Huizong Zhao Ji, calligraphy and painting are excellent, but in the folk is also known as the emperor of flowers and birds. Xiao Chen sneered, "Also, the place I am in now should be the royal city that you have always been proud of, Bianliang City, right?"

"Ah..." Zhao Ji, who was called by name, retreated again and again