The sky was silent, the blood was gone, and the whole world was gray, as if it were about to return to chaos.

In this world, Lin Xuan was alone, walking aimlessly in an unknown direction.

The inheritance of the Fengtian Temple is about to start again, what kind of inheritance will it be this time?

"The heavens collapsed, I made the sky with a stroke, the years decayed, I held the pen in my hand, and then painted the eternal!"

In the gray world, a man in white appeared, holding a brush, one stroke to paint the sky, one stroke to outline the red dust, and then one stroke to create the world, as if a diligent painter, but the painting is heaven and earth.

There was only one back, but it seemed to be the center of the whole world, so that Lin Xuan couldn't take his eyes off it, this was a holy existence.

"Do you understand?"

A sentence seemed to sound in Lin Xuan's ears, Lin Xuan was startled, looking ahead, the man in white turned around, and a pair of eyes seemed to have crossed the eternal flood and fell on Lin Xuan's body.

Still couldn't see the face, there was a layer of fog on that face, so that Lin Xuan couldn't see clearly, there was only an outline, there was a hint of familiarity.

"Do you understand?" he asked again, Lin Xuan shook his head, what do you understand, he doesn't understand.

"This method, the secret of creating through the sky, one stroke through the sky, can draw eternity, can create the sky!"

His voice sounded, and then a stream of memories flowed into Lin Xuan's mind, there were too many memories, almost bursting Lin Xuan's mind, tearing the pain of his soul, Lin Xuan couldn't help but let out a low roar.

"Ahh

The void world shattered, Lin Xuan rushed out of the Thousand Water Lake, bringing a splash, and the few boats docked around were silent, and the people on the boat all looked at Lin Xuan blankly.

What's going on? Why did a person suddenly appear in the lake, Lin Xuan's low roar startled a lot of people, this young man was young, how could he seem to have a brain disease, and he was not injured, he roared blindly.

Lin Xuan looked at the surrounding scene, he was also stunned, he remembered that the tiger hunting exploded at that time, seriously injuring him, he should be in the Tiger Hunting Order, even if he was not in the Tiger Hunting Mansion, he shouldn't be in this Thousand Water Lake.

Could it be a lake demon?

Lin Xuan guessed in his heart, looking at the rippling blue waters of Qianshui Lake, he fell into a god, why did the lake demon save him?

"Hey, that stinky boy, what are you yelling at, take a look, it scared my little yang into crying. ”

A woman stood on the deck of a ship, pointed to a child with tears in her eyes, and said to Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and showed an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm excited, this is my compensation, kid, you should like this thing. ”

Lin Xuan said, took out some things from the Qiankun ring, and gave them to the child next to the woman, the child looked at the things in his hand, and smiled, the woman was stunned, and wanted to speak, and looked at the sky, but there was no trace of Lin Xuan anymore.

Ya, just a string of rock sugar gourds, just like that, this stinky boy, it's really not good, the woman pouted.

On the lake, Lin Xuan walked slowly, thinking about the newly obtained inheritance, this inheritance seems to be related to painting, this time, Lin Xuan may be a painter again.

"Guest, do you want to get on board?"

On the lake, a small boat came, and there was an old man on the boat, wearing a hat, and you didn't need to think about it to know that the lake demon was coming.

"No need, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first, and I'll come back next time. Lin Xuan said, directly opened a door to space, and fled.

The lake demon looked at Lin Xuan, and the face under the hat showed a smile, holding the artemisia, and disappeared on the surface of the lake.

On a big ship, there was a cifu conference going on, and Lin Xuan also walked up, Lin Xuan didn't want to be a poetry literati, he just wanted to follow a pen and cultivate his newly acquired inheritance.

"Hey, come over here. Lin Xuan walked in front of the literati bookcase, and suddenly a voice stopped him, Lin Xuan was stunned, and looked over, it was a white-faced scholar.

"What?" Lin Xuan was a little confused.

"Come and grind it for me. ”

"Huh?"

"Why are you stunned, come here, wait for me to win this word Fu conference, the spirit coin must be indispensable to you." ”

Now Lin Xuan understood, this white-faced scholar regarded him as a pen and ink waiter, this is really a beautiful misunderstanding, but does he look like a waiter like this? This guy really has no eyesight.

"Grind what, come here, I just have a little inspiration, and I will take this opportunity to make an amazing poem. ”

He urged again, his eyes shimmering, looking at a blank piece of paper on the bookcase, Lin Xuan smiled faintly, walked over, really sharpened the ink for him, and glanced at what he wrote by the way.

"Poof!"

Looking at a poem in front of him, Lin Xuan couldn't hold back, and laughed directly, the white-faced scholar looked up and looked at Lin Xuan with a malicious look, pinching a brush, but it was as if he was pinching a knife.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Ahem! No, I feel that my brother is indeed very talented, this poem is really rare in the world, just one glance, let me feel very deeply, I only feel that the world is bright, good poetry!

Lin Xuan said solemnly, sparing no effort to praise, the white-faced scholar's face eased, showed a smile, and patted Lin Xuan's shoulder, a picture of a poetry master.

"Yes, I can't imagine that you, a waiter, can understand my poems, my poems are generally incomprehensible, little brother, I have taken a fancy to you, would you like to follow me and be my pen and ink waiter?"

"No need, the kid has no talent, I'm afraid that I will insult the son's writings, and I can't afford to be a pen and ink waiter. ”

The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth twitched, and he replied, looking at the white-faced scholar, and then at the poems he wrote, I really don't know, where did he get his confidence, this poetry is completely messy and vulgar, and a few words can't be connected.

"A wisp of red glow in the sky, suspected to be a little red at sunset, when I got closer and looked again, a red belly pocket. ”

What kind of ghost poem are you? Are you saying that you peeked at a woman taking a bath? Even if you are sexual, you have to write it on paper, so that the world will know that you are cheap, vulgar, and vulgar!

"No, little brother, I, Li Dacai, have always been very accurate in seeing people, I think you are very promising, follow me, you will definitely get ahead, and in a few decades, you will definitely be able to learn a few of my talents." ”

"Ahem! No, Li Gongzi is too knowledgeable, and the kid is only shallow, I'm afraid he can't learn, or it's better to be a waiter." ”

Lin Xuan resisted the urge to slap this guy to death, and said, Li Dacai looked at Lin Xuan with a look of pity, and kept shaking his head.

"It's hard for a gentleman not to be strong, since you don't want to, I won't force it, it's just ...... Alas!"

Li Dacai said, and sighed, Lin Xuan looked at his nose and nose, and ignored him directly, this guy, I really don't know where the confidence comes from?

(End of chapter)