Chapter 1 There is a spirit in the painting, and the situation is reversed
There are 3,000 avenues, all of which can be sanctified.
In ancient times, heaven and earth collapsed, saints fell, wars broke out, and the Taoist system collapsed. In that battle, the Boundless Continent was shattered, and the Fengshen Mountain was cut off, and the three thousand avenues were left, leaving only one.
It is said, painting the way.
Draw a tiger, you can have the power of a tiger.
Painting birds, you can soar above the blue sky.
Draw a fish and dive into the abyss of the deep sea.
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The Painting Dao was originally the most inconspicuous of the Three Thousand Dao, however, after the disappearance of the rest of the Dao system, after thousands of years of inheritance, the Dao Painting has become the only Dao!
Luoshen Mountain, Shuiyun Pavilion.
Light gauze warm tent, a beautiful girl standing in front of the desk, a picture scroll slowly unfolded, the painting is a young man, full of aura between the eyebrows, handsome and chic.
The girl's jade hand brushed over the portrait, and endless thoughts surged in her eyes, "Are you like this now?" β
Her name is Liu Yi, the master of Shuiyun Pavilion.
In the portrait is her younger brother, the only relative in this world, who has not seen each other for sixteen years, the original baby has grown up, and there is a warm touch on the picture scroll, Liu Yi smiled sweetly.
"Thank you too......"
Liu Yi's white and tender jade hand swept across the scroll.
This scroll was accidentally picked up when I was a child, but it seems to have the spirit of heaven, and on the plain painting paper, you can deduce the portrait of her younger brother and relieve the sorrow of longing, otherwise in the past sixteen years, in this cold palace, she doesn't know how to persevere.
For sixteen years, it was not so much her brother who accompanied her as this mysterious scroll.
Whenever she was in pain, there was always a trace of warmth in the mysterious scroll, which gave birth to warmth in her heart, and she never left this scroll for sixteen years.
"Feng'er is so handsome, and she is about to marry a daughter-in-law. β
Liu Yi just watched with joy.
However, suddenly.
In the scroll, the portrait of the young man suddenly became blurry, and if there was nothing, it could disappear at any time.
"Smack!"
Liu Yi's hand shook, and a bottle of thick ink beside him was inadvertently knocked over.
Something happened!
Liu Yi's face was snow-white, and she was extremely flustered.
She hasn't seen her brother for sixteen years, and now her brother's appearance depends on the deduction of the picture scroll, and once the deduction fails, it means that something happened to her brother!
"Is it ......?"
Liu Yi felt a pain in her heart, thought of the terrible possibility, and immediately comforted herself, "No, it won't." If Feng'er really had an accident, the palace master should have come, but she didn't come, which means ......"
"Squeak!"
Before the words fell, the door behind him quietly opened.
Liu Yi turned around suddenly, a dignified and dignified young woman, with countless guards, had quietly come to this Shuiyun Pavilion, Liu Yi's face was like ashes.
The deduction of the portrait failed, and the palace master came here, and the result was self-evident......
Feng'er, after all, still didn't survive!
"Liu Yi. β
The young woman spoke, "The lamp of cause and effect is out." β
"Poof. β
Liu Yi fell to the ground softly.
Tears were silently left, and the last glimmer of hope in my heart disappeared.
"Sixteen years ago, when the sky was full of wind and snow, you climbed Mount Roselle with that baby as a five-year-old child, hoping that I would continue his life. I read that you are sincere to the sky, so I used one of the top ten immortal paintings to rain from the sky to renew his life. But back then, he also left a promise that when he left, it would be the moment when you would incarnate and sacrifice. β
"I don't blame you for quietly sending your brother out without anyone knowing. β
"It's just that the immortal painting is powerful, although it can renew your brother's life, but it can't change his life against the sky! β
"You only exchanged your life for sixteen years of his life, do you regret it?"
The young woman's tone was indifferent, and every word was full of endless majesty.
Liu Yi has no regrets. β
Liu Yi was sad and determined, let alone sixteen years, even if it was just one day, she would not regret it.
"Let's go, then. β
The young woman raised her steps, "I will ask Qin Tiange to pay tribute to him with a picture of his death, and let your brother find a good family in the next life, since you have no worries, you should also fulfill the promise of the year." β
"Yes. β
Liu Yi bowed.
On the stubborn face, tears were left again.
Paying tribute to the deceased......
Brother, that's the only thing my sister can do for you.
Liu Yi was taken away.
Inside the Water Cloud Pavilion, the past desertion has been restored. The wind at night was cold, the windows were open, and the cold wind blew up the countless drawing papers on the desk.
On the desk, there was only the unfolded scroll.
It was still the appearance of the young man, deduced in every possible way, but it could no longer be imaged.
However, no one expected that at this moment, a row of pitch-black fonts suddenly appeared on the blurred picture scroll, which was clearly visible.
[Sacrifice?]
[Sacrifice for the spirit, you need to be carefree to succeed, this is a means of using human soul sacrifice to break through, very vicious, the master Liu Yi is in danger!]
[Looking for a workaround.] ]
[There is a concern in the heart, the sacrifice will not succeed, and Liu Yi's brother is concerned about her life.] ]
[Willow Wind is being deduced.] ]
[The portrait is blurry, it cannot be deduced, and the judgment result: seriously injured and blurred, there is still a glimmer of life.] ]
[Find Liu Feng, save Liu Yi!]
on the scroll.
Lines of fonts appear and disappear, as if they are asking and answering themselves, and as if they are thinking about themselves, if this situation is seen by outsiders, I am afraid that I don't know how many people will be scared to death. And at the last moment, the picture scroll seemed to confirm the answer, and in the Shuiyun Pavilion, a sudden wind blew up, and golden light flashed.
The picture scroll actually broke through the air!
"Boom!"
Space tearing.
I don't know how long later, in a small county town on the edge of the Great Xia Dynasty, the picture scroll quietly appeared in an ordinary room and landed on the desk. And in the room, a teenager was lying there, exactly like the boy in the portrait, who was Liu Yi's younger brother.
It's just that now he doesn't have the style in the painting, his face is pale, and he may hang up at any time.
[There is still a glimmer of life, saved.] ]
[Find a matching healing spirit painting.] ]
Another row of fonts appeared on the scroll.
However, at this moment, the dilapidated door was pushed open, and a young man in a gorgeous costume sneaked in, his face was pale, and he was a little panicked, looking at Liu Feng on the bed, gritting his teeth, stepping forward, and suddenly pressing his hand on his mouth, covering it tightly.
"You're sick, you can't survive anyway, why waste the resources of the Liu family?"
"It's better to die early!"
"Uh-"
Liu Feng didn't even have the movement to struggle, and was strangled to death.
The young man in Chinese clothes showed a hideous look on his face, and he didn't notice at all that on the table next to him, in that seemingly ordinary picture scroll, there was a great deal of murderous intent.
[Danger, willow wind danger!]
[Looking for an attack spirit painting that kills a human......]
[Searching.] ]
[Finding Failed!]
In the scroll, there were countless spiritual paintings that were enough to alarm the Great Xia Dynasty, but these spiritual paintings turned out to be all spiritual paintings that cured diseases and saved people, and there were no spiritual paintings that killed people!
Liu Yi is kind-hearted, and in the past 16 years, he has painted countless paintings, but he only likes to cure diseases and save people.
As Liu Yi's natal picture, it doesn't know how to kill!
"Finally dead. β
Seeing that Liu Feng was not moving, the young man in Chinese clothes was a little relieved.
However, after waking up, he was a little scared, seeing that there was no one outside, he left here in a hurry, and at this time, in the room, there was only Liu Feng who had become a corpse, and a mysterious picture.
[Deduction of Willow Wind ......]
[The deduction fails, and Liu Feng dies.] ]
[The causal lamp has no chance to ignite again, Liu Yi is dangerous!]
[Hate!]
[Why don't I know how to kill?]
In the picture scroll, a full font suddenly appeared, which is enough to see how murderous and awe-inspiring the picture scroll is at this time!
Obviously, hope is in front of him, but he can only cure the disease and save people, and watch Liu Feng being strangled to death? It has mastered countless works to save people, but it can't save its own master! After all, Liu Feng only has one breath, even if it is treated with immortal paintings, it will take time, how can someone want to strangle him?
[Hate!]
[Great hatred!]
[Be sure to save Liu Yi!]
Rows of fonts appeared in the scroll in a hurry, which shows that it is in a hurry, and Liu is in a hurry, but it can only watch? It can cure diseases and save people, but it cannot bring the dead back to life, that is a saint's means!
[What to do?]
[Hate!]
[Why don't you let me master the art of killing?]
[If I were a man......]
Suddenly.
The font of the painting scroll paused, and he was stunned for a long time, and at this time, in the portrait, only the four words "I am a person" remained, flashing with pitch black.
"Humβ"
In the dilapidated room, there was a clear sound.
The scroll is full of golden light.
A semi-illusory figure gradually emerged, if someone was here, they would definitely be speechless in horror, the creature in the painting, that is the means of a saint!
The figure appeared, and it was exactly the same as Liu Feng lying on the bed.
This is because of Liu Yi's longing, deducing Liu Feng's painting, and now, this last portrait has become the appearance of a painting spirit! Liu Yi has been painting for 16 years, it has been deduced for 16 years, from a baby to today's teenager, the mysterious picture scroll has grown up with Liu Feng for 16 years!
The painting spirit looked at the corpse on the bed.
One person, one spirit, just like this for a long time.
[Liu Yi is dangerous and can't be delayed any longer.] ]
The painting spirit showed a resolute look, and on the mysterious picture scroll, this sentence appeared, just turned into a spirit, and it is not yet proficient in human language.
[Liu Yi.] ]
[If I am not there, you must live well.] ]
[Are you willing to sacrifice for your brother as a spirit, but how do you know that after being sacrificed, it is not a lifetime, but a lifetime and a lifetime that will be wiped out?]
[The immortal paintings have been used, Luoshen Mountain, how can they do no business?]
[Someday, I will kill Mount Roselle and save you.] ]
[Wait for me ......]
The painting spirit looks resolute.
The mysterious scroll unfolded, floated in the air, and landed on Liu Feng's corpse, and a nameless fire suddenly burned, including Liu Feng and the mysterious picture scroll.
At this time, the last font also appeared on the mysterious picture scroll.
[I was born because of the willow wind.] ]
[Cause and effect are connected, since I appeared, the cause and effect of the willow wind will inevitably be imposed on me.] ]
"Wow-"
Before the font appeared, it was burned.
"Painful ......"
These were the first words spoken by the painting spirit.
It was a godsend, no one can destroy it, and now in order to save Liu Yi, it has spontaneously combusted! No one knows the pain it is suffering at the moment, the bone eroding demon heart, the picture scroll is its body, how can it not hurt?
Long.
Liu Feng's corpse and the mysterious painting scroll were burned to the ground, and he gradually broke free from the pain, the illusory painting spirit was already real, and when he looked up again, it had completely turned into an entity!
In the only bronze mirror in the room, the reflection is still the same, and there is no one else.
The painting spirit walked to the bronze mirror step by step with some difficulty, looking at the extremely familiar face inside, and raised his hand a little jerkily to swipe over himself in the bronze mirror, but his eyes showed a cold look, not like a human being.
"Boom!"
Night sky.
A thunderbolt flashed, as if God was angry.
The sharp lightning illuminated the night sky white, through the papier-mΓ’chΓ© window, and fell on Liu Feng, and I happened to see the corner of his mouth, that demonic smile.
"From today on, I am Liu Feng!"
Mt. Luoshen.
The young woman in power brought Liu Yi to the painting furnace.
At this moment, she had waited for sixteen years! Liu Yi had the body of ten thousand spirits, and if she was sacrificed as a spirit, the power that exploded in that moment was enough for her to break through the bottleneck and become a painting saint! For this moment, she even used one of the top ten immortal paintings to rain from heaven to renew the life of her waste brother.
However, it's worth it!
That waste brother died, and Liu Yi had no more worries in her heart.
The day has finally arrived.
Before the majestic palace.
The raging flames reflected everyone red, the palace master was about to break through, and everyone showed excited looks, Luoshen Mountain, is it finally going to rise?
"Are you ready?"
The young woman looked at Liu Yi.
"I want to see him again. β
Liu Yi looked sad.
"That's fine. β
The young woman nodded, "Liu Feng's causal lamp, you personally lit it for him, you take a look at it yourself, but it's okay but you're worried." β
Anyway.
The young woman took Liu Yi to the spirit.
It was a mourning hall made for Liu Feng, the center of the mourning hall, a causal lamp, and there was no brilliance.
"Brother, sister is incompetent, I will protect you in the next life. β
Liu Yi bowed three times in front of the spirit, and only got up after worshipping.
Her younger brother is gone, what else does she have to be nostalgic for in this world? Although the theory of the past life is very nihilistic, she is still willing to exchange this life for her brother's glory and wealth in the next life.
However, who would have thought.
At the moment when Liu Yi got up and was about to leave, suddenly, the extinguished causal lamp lit up a small flame for no reason.
It was very faint, but it pierced the eyes of everyone in Roselle Mountain.
There was an uproar in the mourning hall.
"It's ......"
"The causal lamp is on?"
"Impossible!"
"Yesterday it was already faintly invisible, and it was slowly extinguished this morning, how can it be ignited again?"
Everyone watched in horror.
And Liu Yi, who had tears in her eyes just now, suddenly showed a look of surprise, covered her mouth in disbelief, and let the tears fall, "Alive, he is still alive......"
"Click!"
No one noticed.
The young woman's jade hands were clenched into fists, and her fingertips went deep into her palms, leaving deep blood marks.
She hated it in her heart.
Sixteen years!
She waited sixteen years for this moment.
When she was about to succeed, that damn short-lived ghost was alive again? Looking at the hopeful look in Liu Yi's eyes, she knew that today's plan could only be nullified.
If you already have concerns in your heart, and you can't sacrifice with all your heart, how can you succeed?
"I'll wait for you. β
The young woman's face became extremely hideous, as she lowered her head.
"Short-lived ghost, I want to see how long a half-crippled rain from the sky can let you live? I want to see how long your weak body can last! How long can you live with a waste body?"
"I'm waiting for you here in Roselle Mountain. β
The young woman's eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying, and her gaze was calm, "Waiting for you to die!"
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