Chapter Eighty-Five: The Valley of Despair

"What for breakfast?" Early in the morning, the Black Elvis took the initiative to come to the most luxurious dormitory.

"Fritters, soy milk, add pickles." Ximoyi said casually and easily.

A cup of tea, a song "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night" mountain gate minor, accompanied by green smoke and dragon catkins, fluttering elegant bamboo forest.

One night, one night, still did not get the poplar petrified wood box seal, and Ximo understood that this needed to be opened only after magnetic field sensing in a specific environmental scene.

Under arbitrary coercion, it is possible to destroy the contents of the body, and the gains outweigh the losses.

"It's very difficult, it's a special formation or an object from outer space, it must be opened with a special spell or scene, and we can't do anything about it." The black Elvis King has a very weird appearance, and he can definitely be called a 10,000-year-old fox.

"That is to say, in a certain scene, at a certain time, in a certain formation, and in a certain technique, it can be opened."

West Devil One, guessed that it may be controlled by the magnetic string energy field, an object belonging to the foreknowledge world, it may be a secret room or a small world, yes, the stimulation of the picture, open the key!

Smiling slightly, he took a sip of Pu'er tea, and the old Elvis presley liked the strong fragrance of Pu'er tea.

"The painting demon is gone, and there are some things that we can't figure out, so we want you to take a look." The old black cat ate a mouthful of vinegar-soaked peanuts, pickles, and a mouthful of strong tea.

"Eat, I know, you like to eat fried dough sticks and soy milk, made especially for the chef you invited."

"Are you still used to drinking tea? The taste of painting magic has been drinking. "Elvis didn't want to miss out on any information and preferences.

Ximo sandwiched a piece of fried dough sticks, dipped in fragrant soy milk, and then took a bite of sour cabbage, the taste of the Northeast is very strong.

"It's delicious! Thank you. Seeing that the old black cat was already wrinkled and wrinkled, he couldn't wait, otherwise, he would die in the near future.

"Alright, let's go!" As soon as Ximo finished eating two fritters and a bowl of soy milk, he drank the black and red Wen Pu'er tea into his stomach in one go, wiped his mouth, and got up, he didn't have much time.

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Soon, I followed the old Elvis Presley to a peach blossom forest in the back mountain of the inner palace in the Valley of Despair, and the courtyard was not big or small, which was exactly the same as the layout of Peach Blossom Island.

A fenced courtyard unfolds in front of you, a large bamboo row spreads out on a table, and a long-lived lamp!

It is still an unfinished painting of "Ten Thousand Souls" in front of me, an inkstone lacking a brush is placed in front of the table, and the picture is painted with a proud celestial sky.

In front of a large glass curtain wall, a large golden fish swims around.

"Arowana?" Xi Moyi looked at the Black Elvis in surprise and suddenly asked.

"The plague virus in Devil's City came from here, right?"

Elvis Presley didn't say no, he didn't say yes, he just kept staring at the giant mermaid-like goldfish.

"Maybe!" The sound was so soft that even the sound of the water tank coming from the waves covered the sound.

"Why is the big array here gone?" The black Elvis said in surprise, looked at the guard behind him, and the four frightened eyes widened and looked at the West Demon One.

"You're the one he chose?"

The jade ring of Xi Moyi's right hand protruded from the thumb bone, and Yingying emitted a purple aura.

Looking at the empty and huge flat tables on both sides of the "Ten Thousand Souls and the Life Map", he took out three sets of pen, ink, paper and inkstones from the space ring and placed them on the three faint imprints in turn.

The human god pen ink paper inkstone, the demon god pen ink paper inkstone, the demon god pen ink paper inkstone, lined up.

Ximo slowly put the two painting scrolls of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" and "Phoenix Garden Record" on the human god pen ink paper inkstone and the demon god pen ink paper inkstone, just right, seamless.

Black Elvis was stunned! It seems that the painting demon has been planning this day for a long time.

Still no movement, what's going on? Ximo was puzzled and looked around carefully.

The airtight conservatory separated by transparent glass, the antique rosewood frame structure, the root of the wall is surrounded by thousands of flowers, and the sunlight is like the change of the four seasons in a day.

The bookshelf in the study not far to the left is full of encyclopedias of paintings, medicine, medical treatment, etc., as well as scattered paintings.

On the right, there is a special partition for all kinds of jade, wood, and antiques, which is independent into a small attic.

"Elvis, is there anyone cleaning here every day?" Ximo asked tentatively.

"No, no one can come in, there was originally an invisible formation enchantment here, but when you and I came in, it was gone!" The Black Elvis replied earnestly.

Ximo looked at the spotless hall, calligraphy study, and antique pavilion.

Doesn't make sense? Continuing to look around, suddenly, I found that there were four scenes of spring, summer, autumn and winter on all sides, and the flowers of the four seasons jumped into my eyes.

"A self-contained micro-space world that forms a dynamic natural four-season climate?"

Looking up, the sky, blue sky, white clouds and sun are integrated with nature, and it seems that in this independent small space, pictures, paintings and scenery are integrated.

"Haha, I understand, this courtyard, this house, is simply a three-dimensional painting, whether from the inside to the outside, or from the outside to the inside, it is integrated with the big world."

"Three strokes in one, haha, human, demon, demon three in one, and?" The West Demon was stunned.

"It's actually a three-in-one drawing technique of five elements, chaos, and magnetic strings. But..."

"Where did this magnetic string energy ray come from?" The West Demon didn't find any flaws, any differences from the surroundings.

After observing for a long time, Ximo Yi still had no gains, drank a cup of Maojian tea, relaxed for a while, and still had no clues.

The Black Elvis was also a little anxious, and there happened to be a guard tinkering in his ear, so he said hello to the West Devil and went out. Before leaving, he gave instructions to the guards, and he gave all the orders and fully met and cooperated.

It's half a day again, the sun is setting, the red glow is dying, and the red light shines into the house, and the whole scenery seems to have entered the late autumn dusk.

The incomplete full moon appeared in the sky, and the stars shone in a faint light.

If there is still no movement, is it to let Xi Moyi paint with a magic pen, a demon pen, and a human pen to complete the painting of "Ten Thousand Souls"?

"But what to draw?" As soon as he looked at the large fish tank directly opposite, he looked like he was excited to see the rough sea, and the Arowana swimming in the moonlight.

There is still no change, and the small world here has formed a free and dynamic climate change, with a self-cleaning function, which is very magical.

"Fish, do you want to draw fish?" West Demon stared at the free appearance of the Arowana.

"What the hell does she eat? Who will feed her? ”

Looking at the confined seawater world, forming an undercurrent that rolls forever, Ximoyi has turned around more than a hundred times, and still hasn't found anything unique.

"Aquatic weeds, coral reefs, turbulence of undercurrents." It's no different.

Standing in front of the three paintings, in front of the painting "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", there is a human magic brush, and there is no need to use pen and ink.

In front of the painting of "Phoenix Garden" on the right hand, there is a demon pen, and there is no need to add more strokes.

Only the "Ten Thousand Souls and Ordinary People's Picture" in front of the Demon God pen in the middle is not finished, and it is still that Tianjiao is watching the sky and does not move.

Ximo stood in front of the painting, grinding the colored ink, the inkstone ink was extremely fresh, and there was a smell of oil.

Dotted the magic pen, remembered the pen, but his mind was empty, and his eyes looked at the golden arowana swimming around, and he still didn't think.

Looking at the picture, it seems that there is something missing, and it seems that there is nothing missing.

"That's right, Pu'er tea!"

Xi Moyi suddenly remembered that when he was at breakfast, he was inspired by the fragrant Pu'er tea.

Hurriedly looked around, and on the coffee table on the sofa next to it, there was a box of Pu'er tea that seemed to have just been opened.

"Populus euphratica petrified wood box?!" It dawned on the West Devil.

Hurriedly took out the identical poplar petrified wood box from his arms, it was it.

The poplar petrified wood box placed on the tea leaves is like twin brothers, but the tea box is open.

Ximo hurriedly pinched a handful of Pu'er tea, boiled the teapot next to him, and made tea with boiled water, a strong fragrance wafted out, and the Arowana seemed to feel something, constantly looking at the thick tea mist.

Ximo took a sip lightly, looked up, and just looked at the bright moon in the starry sky, not yet complete, and looked at himself with a slight smile.

"Mingyue? Moon? That's right, it's the bright moon! ”

Ximo smiled, looking at Tianjiao in "Ten Thousand Souls and Ordinary Life Map", wasn't he looking at the bright moon?

I was just about to pick up the pen to paint, but I couldn't get the ink on it at all.

"What's going on? Could it be said? ”

Xi Moyi was still thinking about it, and took another sip of tea, with a strong fragrance, very comfortable, but there was no feeling of passion.

"Not ripe? Or is there something missing? ”

Ximo continued to observe, but there was still no movement.

Thinking about it, I fell asleep, lying on the Yuzhu rocking chair, a cup of tea still bubbling with fog.

As soon as the West Devil fell asleep...