"You say, is this city lord sick in the brain!"

Throwing the pen on the table, Xu Mo asked the old man complainingly.

"You're not a local, are you!" the old man looked at Xu Mo and asked casually, and after asking, without waiting for Xu Mo to answer, he said again: "Locals know that he is a very cautious person. ”

After speaking, the old man shook his head to himself, took a few pieces of paper with handwriting on it, and walked outside, the image was as cheerful as a bird freed from its restraints.

After glancing at the old man who left happily, Xu Mo picked up Xiao Ash and walked towards the Taishi chair, then bent down and put Xiao Ash on it.

After that, he kept walking back and forth, carefully observing the storefront, and found that this shop used to sell calligraphy and paintings.

When he walked to a wooden door, Xu Mo gently pushed open the wooden door and found that behind the store, there was a small courtyard with all kinds of flowers and trees, as well as a pond.

If he hadn't just come out of the store, Xu Mo would have thought that he had run into the deep mountains and old forests!

Without staying any longer, he walked into the woods and came to the central pool, frowning and looking at everything around him.

There is a strange place here, the end of the woods is not visible to the naked eye alone, and the wooden door that I just came here has also opened from the trunk of a large number of trees.

Holding back the curiosity in his heart, he circled around the deep pool and came to the small wooden house that exuded the smell of decay.

Looking at this small wooden house, Xu Mo always felt a sense of disobedience, but he couldn't say it, stretched out his slender palm, put it on the wooden door, and pushed it gently.

'Bang!'

A soft sound came out, and the wooden door fell to the ground, looking very fragile.

For this, Xu Mo did not stay long, walked directly in, and entered the wooden house to find that there were many yellowed calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and a majestic atmosphere came to his face.

In addition, there are four rows of elevated shelves around it, on which calligraphy and paintings are neatly placed.

Raising his arm, his palm stretched out, he pulled out a calligraphy and painting casually, and gently pulled it away to both sides, and he was greeted by a white-haired old man with a large audience in front of him.

In the sky, there was a strong wind, and many small droplets of ice were dripping, and the whole picture was reflected in the fog.

Carefully looking at Xu Mo of the old man in the painting, he suddenly found that the old man suddenly turned his head and stared at him with a smile on his face.

Looking again, he found that the old man had returned to his original state, Xu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, no longer looking at the painting, bent down to put it away, and put it back in its original position.

Continuing to look into the room, there was a rectangular table in the center, on which was an unfinished painting, next to which was a brush, and in front of the painting were rows of brushes of various sizes hanging upside down.

He walked over slowly, gently removed his chair, lowered his head, and looked carefully at the unfinished painting.

It depicts a young man, surrounded by many enemies who besieged him, and there were many broken corpses on the ground, which made him particularly ferocious.

Why are so many things reflected, and it is said that the painting is not finished, then it is necessary to say that the people in the painting have no faces, yes, they have no faces, and the faces are all white, as if the author of this painting did not want to paint the faces of these people.

Xu Mo stared at the painting carefully, seeking where this place was, but since he appeared in this world, his divine sense swept all over the world, and he didn't find this picture at all.

"Could it be that this is a place where the person who paints is fabricated out of thin air?"

muttered softly, except for this explanation, it didn't make sense at all.

I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't think about it, so I reached out and put the picture away, put it aside, and then pulled out a piece of rice paper from the side.

After that, spread out the rice paper, lay it flat in the middle of the tabletop, pick up two long strips of stones, and fix both sides.

After doing all this, take a glass of water and pour it into the inkstone, and then use a small piece of bamboo to gently stir it well.

Looking at the ink that could already be used, Xu Mo took the brush, stirred it in it, and took it out after the color of the brush tip turned black.

Gently drew a straight line on the paper, and a magical scene happened, the straight line continued to evolve on the paper, and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

All kinds of trees, broken into two sections, are scattered around this thin line, and many stones are in half.

"Whoosh!"

This line stops in the picture, and there is an impact that wants to break through the paper, and one after another is rushing towards Xu Mo's face like a sharp knife.

However, a wavy yellow light appeared on the table, suppressing the sword qi inside the paper and preventing it from rushing out of the paper.

Frightened, Xu Mo squatted on the table and chair, a large amount of sweat beads secreted from his forehead, panting heavily, and the whole person was as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

"Huh, it's too powerful, and at least it has the strength of the winning period, and even surpasses the winning to reach the Yin Void realm. ”

Xu Mo clutched his chest, sat down on the chair, and said with palpitations.

He really had never encountered such a strange thing as today, a piece of paper, a pen, not only could exert such a powerful sword qi, but that piece of paper seemed to have some kind of special power.

This strange power, which can reverse the illusion and turn it into a physical attack, really surprised the creators.

The first few people who painted were not difficult to guess that they were scared to death by the objects in the painting, which is also thanks to Xu Mo is an immortal cultivator, and his mental endurance is extremely strong, and if he wants to change to an ordinary mortal, he will definitely be scared to death.

A quarter of an hour later, Xu Mo, who was slumped in the chair, held his hand from the chair, slowly stood up, and did not look at the terrifying sword qi painting on the table.

Turning around and walking towards the easel, after searching for it, I finally found the first painting in this room.

Why, he was sure that this was the first painting, and he could feel the antiquity of the painting from the breath of age left on the paper.

Half-crouching, he placed the painting on the ground and slowly pulled it away, revealing a white piece of paper with only an inconspicuous black dot on it.

I put my cheek on my cheek with one hand, and I looked at it for a long time, but I didn't understand what I was painting and what the black dots on it represented.

I don't understand, he's not the kind of person who is dead-eyed, he has to understand, on the contrary, his patience is very limited, and he generally doesn't pay attention to things he doesn't understand.

This peculiar character has advantages, but also disadvantages.

If you want people who don't have harm, there is no such person in the world, and even if they exist, they are insensitive and ruthless marionettes.

Everything has a good side and a bad side, and it is impossible to have only a good side and no bad side.

Not thinking about all this, he turned around and walked out of the room without hesitation, came to the outside of the cabin, looked at the night that was gradually darkening, shook his head, and walked in the direction he came.

After a while, he came to the big tree where he came, looked at the door that was still open, and walked in.

This time he felt the change of air and time, and this door seemed to connect to another world, that wonderful world.

Stretched out his hand, gently tapped his head, and said secretly: Why do I think so much? I can't figure it out, and in the end it's myself who is in a dilemma.

Just don't think about it, it's good to go with the flow, what should happen still happens, whether it should be your chance or your chance, everything must pay attention to fate.

This is fate, a fate that everyone cannot escape, but this is only for mortals, for cultivators, it is to change their lives against the sky, that is, to fight with the sky.

Xu Mo just thought about it for a while, he didn't think about anything more, bent down and picked up a stool casually, sat down and looked outside.

After sitting all afternoon, feeling bored, I looked at the dark sky outside the door, walked out of the store, and came outside.

With his eyes lowered, he walked on the official road, aimlessly streamed through the crowd, thinking as he walked, what should I sell?

kept scanning the vendors in the crowd, and found that the current rouge powder is selling very fast.

If you look at other places, there are basically restaurants, taverns and teahouses, and there are more people coming and going.

However, as he walked more and more, he found that some of them were looking for a restaurant and a teahouse, or a restaurant, and they didn't look at anything else.

Holding back his curiosity, he casually stopped a diner and asked him, "Big brother, why don't you go to the restaurant next to you to eat and run so many more steps?"

"It's a time-honored brand, and I'm used to eating, and the one next to it is not too unpalatable. The young man who was stopped said casually, and didn't look at Xu Mo more.

"But why is everyone here to eat, is there something else hidden in it?" Xu Mo asked again, handing him a few pieces of broken gold casually.

Originally, the young man didn't want to deal with Xu Mo, but looking at the broken gold in his hand, he also had a smile on his face.

looked at Xu Mo and replied truthfully: "That's because everyone is used to eating, and it's hard to change their habits." ”

Before Xu Mo could ask anything, the young man suddenly replied, "Young man, you know at a glance that you are hunting!"

Touching his nose, Xu Mo asked suspiciously, "Where did you see that I was hunting?"

"Hey, you're carrying a steel fork, not hunting, or what?" The young man asked, pointing to the Heavenly Desolate Demon on Xu Mo's back, as he looked like you don't want to lie to me.

Dele, being treated as a hunter, this Xiao Fan is really, why did you throw me this thing if you have nothing to do?

was stunned in place, but in fact, he kept cursing Xiao Fan in his heart, blaming Xiao Fan for throwing him a big burden.

The young man looked at him standing there motionless, thinking that he was surprised by what he said, and reached out and gently shook Xu Mo's shoulder.

Xu Mo, who was standing in place, woke up at this time, looked at the young man and smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, I just thought of an interesting thing, I'm fascinated, forgive me!"

"What's the funny thing?"