Tao Yanqi woke up from the chaos, she shook her head, only to feel that the scene in front of her was somewhat familiar.

[Xiaoyao, where am I? Momo asked.

[Little master, don't you know how to watch it yourself? Xiao Yao's voice sounded a little resentful.

Tao Yan coughed lightly, [Oh, Xiaoyao, are you angry? 】

Xiao Yao snorted lightly, [Little master, do you know that it is dangerous for you to do that just now? 】

Of course I do. Momo Yan frowned, but I suddenly wanted to know what my place was in his heart. 】

[Xiaoyao, I'm too bitter sometimes. Momo said in a low voice.

Xiao Yao paused, [Little master, and me. 】

[I know~ So Xiaoyao, don't be angry with me~] Taoyan's tone returned to his former cheerfulness.

Xiaoyao: ......

I always feel like I'm being tricked.

[So Xiaoyao, tell me, where is this?] Momo asked.

Xiao Yao snorted lightly and said, "We have entered the inner world of the scroll, which records what has happened since the birth of the scroll, but the scope seems to be limited to everything it sees. 】

Momo nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at a painting placed on the sandalwood table.

And that painting is the one that gave birth to her called "Peach Blossom Demon".

The ink on the painting has not yet dried, and it must have been just finished by the owner.

[Are we now in the house of the male protagonist's ancestors? ] Tao Yanqi was talking to Xiao Yao.

[Well, yes.] Xiao Yao replied, "Little master, I feel like we will stay in this space for a long time. 】

After all, from the birth of the painting to the birth of the male protagonist, it took hundreds of years.

[Is there no way to break it?] Momo asked again.

[You can't break it forcibly, you can only let time pass, and when the time comes, the world itself will be broken.] Xiao Yao explained.

Tao Yanqi sighed, [Xiaoyao, come, let's watch the TV series. 】

Xiaoyao: ......

[Little master, I think you can continue to cultivate, didn't you just give all your aura to the big master? Xiao Yao suggested.

A glimmer of light flashed in Tao Yanqi's eyes, [I can still cultivate here? 】

[Little master, you can try, if it doesn't work, let's watch the TV series together.] Xiao Yao said helplessly.

Tao Yanqi nodded and responded.

With that exercise in her mind, she hugged Yuan Shouyi and began to cultivate.

This cultivation has really succeeded.

Although the current efficiency is not at all comparable to the efficiency of the previous one with the assistance of golden light, but she has a lot of time now, hundreds of years, so let's cultivate slowly, don't worry.

Tao Yanqi thought about it very well, anyway, she was not interested in the ancestors of the male protagonist.

Tao Yanqi's figure is transparent, and ordinary people can't see her.

This also makes Tao Yan more and more bold, and sometimes he will fly around in the air naughtily.

The only thing that made her feel a little helpless was that she couldn't leave the scroll for three meters.

The painting sat quietly on the table, and was not visited for several days.

It wasn't until a week later that an old man who looked wise walked in.

The old man's beard was long, a bit like a legendary immortal.

And he, in fact, is the one who paints.

The old man walked over and looked at the scroll where the ink had dried, frowning slightly, for some reason, he always felt that something was missing.

(End of chapter)