Since the sun rose in the sun of Xianzun Xun, Mr. Wen Liu was wary of the attic that had changed its owner, and after brewing for a long time, she began to put her life's cultivation between the strokes, all of which were poured into a picture scroll, and she named it the pure world.

Sixteen years of hard work has finally bloomed its glory today.

Mr. Wenliu looked at his handwriting on the scroll excitedly, thinking of those days and nights, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't underestimate the enemy. Qu Youyuan reminded.

Mr. Wen Liu nodded and said, "Only three people have the strength to escape. ”

They all knew who these three people would be.

Ming Dao said seriously: "Senior sister, have a good rest, and leave it to us next." ”

A look of anger appeared on Mr. Wen Liu's face.

In her opinion, she still had the strength to fight with the guys of the Holy Pavilion, but she also knew very well that without the blessing of the Great Array, she would have been seriously injured just now because she could not withstand the resistance of the people in the Holy Pavilion. Rao is like this, and now her thoughts in the sea of consciousness have been almost emptied, and she will not be able to fight at all for a while.

In desperation, she had no choice but to follow Qu Youyuan's wishes, start to meditate on the spot to recover, and leave everything else to her fellow disciples.

Qu Youyuan looked at the flickering ink spots in the scroll in the air, and his expression was full of approval.

In his eyes, the painting is enough to be called a microcosm of the world.

Even if he is as strict as him, he can't find anything wrong with this picture of mountains and rivers.

He was really pleased.

......

A Sacred Pavilion disciple woke up in a daze.

He remembered that he had previously launched an attack on the Momei Villa with everyone under the leadership of the Three Holy Envoys.

Suddenly, a picture unfolded before his eyes, and he lost consciousness before he could do anything......

Thinking of this, this Holy Pavilion disciple suddenly sobered up a lot, and hurriedly looked around.

He found himself in the midst of a bustling crowd, shouting incessantly, and the people around him were dressed plainly, and in his opinion they were barbarians who didn't care about their appearance at all.

But he was now in the midst of the barbarians, pushed by the flow of people and slowly moving forward.

He was in a daze.

Where am I?

What's going on here?

No matter what happened, he couldn't bear to be surrounded by these ant-like mortals.

As he exerted his strength, everything around him was completely shattered, leaving only a void, as if he was the only one here.

He suddenly began to panic.

He wanted to leave the void, but no matter how desperately he rushed forward or used his spiritual power to destroy everything around him, he was still alone in this space.

But he can only continue to work hard, if he doesn't want to be trapped in the void for the rest of his life.

I don't know how much time has passed, his eyes are already bloodshot, his heart is not beating violently for a moment, and he finally sees a ray of light in front of him.

He staggered towards the light, as if he had been hungry for several days, and finally saw a beggar with steamed buns.

When his body was bathed in the sun, he finally couldn't support it anymore, and his eyes went dark.

When he woke up again, he was already in a wooden house, and when he looked up, he saw a woman sitting in front of the bed, holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, about to feed it into his mouth.

The woman wasn't pretty, and she couldn't even compare to his senior siblings, but for some reason, he just thought she was very pleasing to the eye.

Was it because she was gently blowing away the heat from the decoction for him, or because the aroma in the room here was good, or because she had been alone for too long, hoping that someone would be able to accompany him?

He didn't know what the reason was, he was only aware of one fact.

They saved his life, and he ...... Didn't want to leave.

......

That Holy Pavilion disciple wasn't the only one who wanted to stay.

At a city gate in the upper left corner of the scroll, a disciple of the Holy Pavilion watched passers-by nibble on steaming baked cakes that had just come out of the pot, and looked at the vendor who carried the burden and sold the cakes, wondering how good this shabby looking thing could be.

But he couldn't find a better choice at this time, so he could only go and buy one to try.

He took a light bite with an embarrassed expression, only to feel that his mouth was crunchy and soft, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he swallowed it in two bites.

He looked at the casual bread seller and wondered if there would be another one.

...... The Seven Realms

In the central part of the scroll, a disciple of the Holy Pavilion is fighting the county official in the yamen.

He knew the truth, the people who beat the drums and shouted grievances in the hall were indeed wronged, and the landlord sitting next to him was the real murderer.

He wanted to leave and find his comrades, but the sense of justice in his heart made it impossible for him to abandon the justice here.

Finally, after some arguments, the county official was speechless, and the landlord was duly punished, and it was time for him to leave.

But he suddenly found that he was wearing a red official robe and was sitting at the top of the county office, and the county officials and landlords just now had long since disappeared.

He was stunned, but still planned to leave, walked to the door of the county office, and found that there were people kneeling outside the door.

The people burst into tears and called him Lord Qingtian, hoping that he could stay and seek justice for them.

Recalling the previous unbridled ugliness of the landlord in the court, he suddenly felt that he was a little unable to take a step.

......

In the square in the center of the scroll, a middle-aged scholar shouted something to the crowd, and countless people nodded after thinking and left behind him.

They want to go to the capital to redress the wronged righteous people, even if they have to face the imperial power.

This middle-aged scholar, surnamed Li, is the head of the world, and may have had an identity, but that is no longer important to him.

In a large mansion below the scroll, a handsome man hugged his concubines, felt the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, and laughed proudly.

If you were still there, how could you enjoy such happiness?

He glanced at the thousands of family fortunes around him and the flower-like beauties around him, and smiled more and more happily.

......

Something happens all the time.

Those outsiders also integrated into the life of the painting in their own way, and gradually lost the desire to leave.

Only three people are exceptions.

In a house full of lights, Yi Wuxing looked at the woman in front of him with a phoenix crown and a faceless face under the red veil, and he didn't know how to speak.

He waved his hand to the sky, and a crack suddenly appeared in the night sky illuminated by the red lantern.

The wedding came to an abrupt end.

Everything comes to rest.

A voice sounded from outside the sky: "What, is the bride not beautiful enough?"

Yi Wuxing thought back to the freckles on his face, was silent for a while, and said, "I have a son, and he is about to start a family. ”

He looked up at the crack in the sky, and his body suddenly blurred, piercing into it: "Mr. Wen Liu, you restrain the people of my Holy Pavilion with all kinds of human beings, although it is ingenious, but you can't be regarded as what people think after all. ”

No sound came from outside the scroll, because Yi Wuxing had already arrived outside the scroll and landed in the middle of the ink forest.

The figures of Meng Huanya and Kong Yang also appeared successively.

Meng Huanya's face was particularly ugly, she still liked the stupid boy who was obviously stupid but wanted to save the beauty heroically, but she didn't expect that the other party's face was a ball of thick ink, and her facial features were not well drawn, which directly made her lose her appetite, and she rushed out of the picture scroll to settle the account.

Kong Yang's experience is not much better.

Meng Huan Aya said coldly: "Today, you Momei Villa, don't want to live alone. ”

Mr. Wen Liu sat upright on the ground, as if he didn't feel the relief of the three holy envoys at all.

Qu Youyuan slowly walked in front of Mr. Wen Liu, and said in a deep voice: "You don't have that ability. ”

This is not a mockery, it is like a narration of a well-known fact.

Meng Huanya disagreed, and chuckled: "This picture scroll of the evil sect didn't trap us, do you still have a chance to win?"

Mr. Wen Liu opened his eyes at this moment and said with a smile: "Why do you think what you see in the painting is so disgusting?"

All the while, she had no intention of trapping them.

With a wave of the sleeves of Qu Youyuan's robe, the spiritual ink in the Momei Villa surged, obscuring the picture scroll in the air and disrupting the flow of spiritual power in the villa.

In the eyes of the three envoys, the scenery in the villa was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they could not interfere.

They could only hear Qu Youyuan's shouting, maybe it was a certain direction of the formation.

Yi Wuxing's face was extremely dignified, and luck protected himself.

The power of the formation of Momei Villa was still beyond his imagination.

When the big array stopped working, he was still in the Mo Mei Forest, and there was no shadow of Meng Huanya and Kong Yang by his side.

Qu Youyuan stood not far in front of him, his expression calm, and his killing intent was obvious.