Long dark street.

Light rain.

The rain-washed bluestone street is like a mirror, reflecting the figures on it. The smell of blood mixed with the rain, and the doors on both sides of the long street were closed, and several corpses collapsed there.

There was only one wound on each corpse, in the throat.

The sword qi entered the body, a little scarlet.

Ling Zhujun stood in the midst of the rain curtain, the tip of his sword lowering his finger to the ground, blood slowly dripping down the blade.

"Awesome!"

A line of blood flowed down his forehead, and the speaker fell to the ground with a 'bang', and there was no sound.

After confirming that there was no one else around, Ling Zhujun accepted the sword.

The momentum on his body also calmed down little by little, and it became the way he was when he said goodbye to Wu Chong before.

"Solution!"

Ling Zhujun put one hand on his chest, his index and middle fingers were raised, and he snorted softly.

A pale cyan mark flickered away. The surrounding long street is like a burning picture scroll, turning gray and white, fading little by little. The gray-black smoke particles drifted into the sky and disappeared completely.

A boisterous voice came.

The scene is exactly the same as before, the difference is that it is not raining here, and the shops on both sides of the long street are not closed.

"This girl, do you want to buy some osmanthus cake?"

A hawker noticed Ling Zhujun and asked.

"Girl, I have "The Legend of the Red Lady" and "The Legend of the Empress" here."

Ling Zhujun, who was about to leave, stopped a little when he saw the lake pen, and involuntarily recalled his husband who liked calligraphy and painting.

"How much does this lake pen cost?"

Ling Zhujun walked to the front of the stall, picked up the exquisite lake pen, and asked.

Wu Chong painted three paintings outside the city before returning by car.

The progress of the way of calligraphy and painting was very slow, and he had already learned a little bit of Mr. Dongting. I have no clue how to go in the future, and the four realms of calligraphy and painting mentioned in the ancient books I saw in the past now seem like a delusional conjecture, and it is almost impossible to realize.

Now Wu Chong's calligraphy and painting realm barely exceeds the level of 'form', with a slight shadow of 'meaning', you can mobilize a little power, such as the previous rain. This method of pretending to be a master to beg for rain is very useful, but it is a pity that Wu Chong is not short of money.

Going outside the city to paint is the only way that Wu Chong has found so far to improve the realm of calligraphy and painting.

It's doable, it's just too slow.

Wu Chong has practiced for eight years to get to this point, and if he wants to continue to improve, the time consumed is counted in ten years.

"It would be nice if the experience points worked."

Thinking of this, Wu Chong subconsciously looked at the panel.

The existence of the panel is completely illogical, and it can function normally even in this kind of world.

Character: Wu Chong

Realm: True Immortal

Dao: Delusion

God-level skills: Fate (level 11), Dream Eating (level 9)

Experience Points: 9999999

Experience points Wu Chong hadn't taken care of for a long time, and after he became a true immortal, the whole world was constantly providing him with experience. It's increasing every minute, and now the more than nine million in it doesn't mean that the experience points are only more than nine million, but the upper limit of the display is only so much.

"My delusions can definitely be written into this world, but I haven't found the right direction."

Just thinking about it, Wu Cheng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The sound outside the carriage was gone, and the whole car seemed to go to a silent space, and even the shaking became unreal.

Wow!

After walking some distance, the big yellow horse stopped on its own.

The driver was gone, and only the carriage was left parked here.

"Gone?"

Wu Chong lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, and under his feet was the stone road into the city, flanked by thorn bushes, and farther away was the deep mountains and old forests. It was pitch black as the eyes saw, and nothing could be perceived.

This kind of darkness is obviously abnormal, with Wu Chong's current eyesight, he can only see an area of about three meters, and no matter how far away, it will be all dark.

Bang dang.

The sound of wood falling.

Wu Chong, who was about to walk forward, heard the voice and looked back sharply.

When I looked back, I found that there was a person standing behind me at some point.

A strange man dressed in a nightcoat with a mask on his face and a common angry look.

"Weed-like mortals."

The masked man's voice came out, somewhat like an electronic synthesized, very hoarse.

"Weeds? Mortal? ”

Wu Chong looked at the guy who suddenly appeared, and his hand moved slightly.

"Ling Zhujun is just using you, you are her sword training tool, her sword polishing stone." The masked man ignored Wu Chong's rhetorical question and said something inexplicable.

The moment the voice sounded, a dreamlike feeling hit his heart, and the pitch-black words desperately drilled into his head like worms, trying to write his memory and modify his character.

Modify memories, distort character?

A little power of calligraphy and painting gathered into the center of the eyebrows, and this power was 'eaten' into it, and the level of 'meaning' was refined a little.

When Wu Chong came back to his senses again, the masked man disappeared.

He returned to the carriage, which was still shaking forward, and the voices of Dai Yong and other guards outside also came in.

Left?

Wu Chong pulled the curtain open and looked outside.

The carriage had been walking for a while, and I could vaguely see the city in the distance.

There will be a curfew in the county at night, but that is for ordinary people, and Lord Wu is not among them.

"What do you command?"

Lao Liu, who was driving, sensed the movement and hurriedly asked in a low voice.

"It's fine."

Wu Chong lowered the curtain and didn't speak again, he leaned his head against the wooden board of the carriage, and the shaking board hit the back of his head slightly. He only felt that his head was a little swollen now, and it was the first time he had seen that kind of mysterious method.

I thought it was a martial arts world, but I didn't expect that there were still people playing demon magic!

"I just want to be quiet and enlightened, why do people always bother me?"

On a dark hill.

A shadow flickered here like a ghost.

There were already three people standing in this place, each of whom wore a mask on his face, and the angry face people just had four emotions: happiness, anger, sadness, and happiness.

"Done?"

The voice of the face-bearer came out, and it was a woman's voice.

"Just a mortal like a weed, there is no possibility of failure, and if it weren't for his guards, I wouldn't even have to talk to him."

"Don't be careless, each of the four innate masters is very troublesome." The mourner said.

"Naturally, I won't underestimate the four innate masters, I'm not so stupid."

The angry-faced man responded indifferently.

"This mortal should have some weight in Ling Zhujun's heart, otherwise she wouldn't let Dai Yong protect him." The voice of the musician sounded like a child.

"A mortal who doesn't have 'knowledge', I really don't know how Ling Zhujun fell in love with him."

"That's the magic of love!"

The musician's voice was a little crazy.

"Isn't this just right, it gives us a chance, otherwise I really don't know where to start."

The four of them were standing just in time to see the carriage that had entered the city gate in the distance.

The night breeze blows and the leaves sway.

When the birds passed again, there were still shadows of the four people.

(End of chapter)