Looking at the departing figures of the two, Xu Mo nodded thoughtfully.

Taking a step forward, he walked to the counter where the calligraphy and paintings were placed, stretched out his hand and gently took out a yellowed book, and took it in his hand to look at it carefully.

What you see is the 'painting obsession', these four big characters with majestic brushwork, from these four words, it can be inferred from this that the writer is a person who has been chanting calligraphy for many years.

Slowly opened the cover of the paper, and found that the content on the first sheet was empty, Xu Mo opened the second sheet without believing in evil, and found that the second chapter was still the same, so he kept flipping.

Finally, I turned to the last one, and I found that it was a picture of an old man with a pen in one hand, drawing on the empty air, because it was just a back, I only knew that his left hand was standing behind him.

Holding a pen in his right hand, he drew a portrait in the void, it was a young man with a cloak, and the layers of formations permeated around the young man, from the side, he was heavily imprisoned by these formations, but in fact, no one could say what it was.

I'm afraid that only the person who paints will understand everything about the person in the painting!

Why do I care about these, I'm just a painter, isn't the peculiar thing about painting in the void, this is any cultivator!

Xu Mo shook his head self-deprecatingly and thought to himself, without putting his mind on it at all, it was like an ordinary thing, how could it attract the attention of the people around him.

But the moment he closed the book, he suddenly realized that the person in this picture had no spiritual power, and the picture he made was not a painting at all.

Xu Mo rubbed his eyes and looked at it carefully, and felt very strange, why did the painter have no spiritual power and could paint in the air?

Why is his brush still held high in the air after the painting is finished, and what is the secret in this?

Xu Mo's mind kept popping up one after another doubts, this was impossible to find at all, although there were many books next to him, but those books were not very ancient.

I couldn't think of it, so I fixed my eyes on a piece of paper on the table, which was empty, and there was a little ink on the tip of the pen on one side.

Xu Mo didn't hesitate, grabbed the brush scattered on the table, and carefully copied the painting in the book in his hand, and when he began to drop the first stroke, he felt all kinds of distracting thoughts in his heart.

There are pictures of cultivators slaughtering villages, as well as scenes of killing hundreds of millions of people, and finally seeing himself kneeling desolate and dejected by the grave of his dead parents, and different contents appear in Xu Mo's eyes in an endless stream.

"What is this? Could this painting be ...... Ahh

Xu Mo roared in agony, he only felt that his chest was about to tear open, and his head was about to explode.

kept bumping into the room, but there was no improvement, as he kept rushing everywhere, everything in the room was messed up by him, everything seemed to go back to the way he first entered this room.

The pain is relieved by constantly hitting objects back and forth, and as time passes, the pain is magnified as if the body is about to be torn apart.

"Town!"

A thick sound came out of Xu Mo's body, and the majestic heaven and earth aura continued to turn into a large formation, suppressing the unworthy evil thoughts.

"My reincarnation in this life, I am your seventh life, that picture is not something you can touch now, don't be careless. ”

A voice that has been passed down through the ages came from Xu Mo's body, and the voice contained supreme coercion, and the surrounding air trembled and uneasy.

Breathing slightly, he sat down on the ground and asked tiredly, "Seventh life, have you woken up?"

"Not yet! It's just a consciousness, I have to wake up, and you can reach the first step of succession. ”

The words containing incomparably vicissitudes of life came out leisurely again, but this time it was a little weakened.

"Okay, I'm going to win!"

Xu Mo clenched his fists and said very solemnly.

Hearing Xu Mo's firm answer, the seventh world's voice became smaller and smaller: "Then I'll wait for you, this consciousness is also going to dissipate, be careful!"

After the voice dissipated, Xu Mo clutched his chest and said to himself: "This time is so dangerous, fortunately with the help of the seventh generation, otherwise I am afraid that I would have to plant this painting today." ”

Closing the book, he picked up his paintbrush and pointed to the paper to paint a picture again, a dark void surrounded by endless stones, and in the middle stood a man whose face he could not see.

That's right, Xu Mo is depicting the person he saw in the illusion, the figure that made him unforgettable, and the picture that moved him.

He couldn't figure it out, and it was very incomprehensible, what special connection that person had with him, which could make him have many thoughts.

When the painting appeared on the paper, the paper instantly turned to ashes, leaving no trace, as if none of this had happened.

"That's it, don't draw it. ”

Seeing this, Xu Mo just shook his head casually and said.

I didn't care about it, looked at the sundries next to me, didn't say much, turned my head and walked out the door.

But as soon as he walked out of the house, a boy with an eye patch walked towards him with a smile, a green coat writhing back and forth with his steps, his hands behind his back, and his knife-like cheeks squirming back and forth.

It was as if he was chewing something in his mouth, or it was like this, which made Xu Mo who was present really unable to guess and didn't bother to guess.

The man in Tsing Yi walked up to Xu Mo, with a mocking smile, and said contemptuously: "You are the new owner of this painting boat?"

Xu Mo nodded slightly, waiting for his next step, the man in Tsing Yi did not live up to Xu Mo's expectations, so he said regretfully: "Young people now, I really don't have the spirit of rushing forward at all." ”

When he said this, he made a complaining appearance, as if Xu Mo was his uncompetitive son, and he didn't know how to be motivated at all.

Xu Mo looked at him with a dark face, as if if he was saying such a thing, he was really going to beat someone.

"Yo, yo, yo, you're still not convinced!" the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and said mockingly at Xu Mo, not taking Xu Mo in his eyes at all, as if it was just a joke.

Xu Mo, who had been standing in place, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, pointed at him and said in a deep voice: "You go out, the door is over there, don't send it!"

"Hehe, I can't go out, the previous owner of this shop and I have formed a beam, since you inherited it, then this beam will also fall on you. The young man said nonchalantly, not paying attention to Xu Mo's murderous gaze at all.

The corners of the young man's mouth were still smiling, but this time he was a little cold, and he forced without concealing it at all: "Let's not say anything else, first pay the protection money owed by this family before, otherwise you will have a bloody disaster tonight!"

"Oh, really?"

Turning sideways slightly, Xu Mo crossed his fingers with his hands crossed, and asked with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

With this smile, the young man said slightly angrily when he saw it: "You will regret it, when the time comes, it will be useless for you to kneel down and beg me!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves and walked away, not looking like he was entangled with Xu Mo at all, as if he was going back and waiting for Xu Mo to die.

Watching him gradually walk away, Xu Mo didn't care too much, in his opinion, what waves can a small mortal set off.

walked to the Taishi chair, lay down, looked at the empty road outside, and reached out to pick up a cup of tea and savored it.

In his opinion, if you want to become a god, you must first become a mortal, this is just a kind of understanding of this stage in the cultivation world, and there is no need to be a real mortal to suffer that blame.

With his calm state of mind, the slightest evil aura around him was gradually transformed into the spiritual power in his body, and he felt sorry for all this.

I couldn't help frowning and thinking, if I could accumulate these evil qi, could I use it as another strange means of attack?

Xu Mo has always been the kind of person who does it immediately if he wants to, and he has never had the slightest drag, not like some cultivators, today's things are pushed to tomorrow, and after tomorrow, they are pushed to the day after tomorrow.

Immersed in his mind, his palms kept waving, and pinched out all kinds of strange handprints, saying the red line of death that others couldn't see, and gathered towards his palm without hurrying.

In this way, time passed quietly in his constant gathering, and one or two passers-by walked away with disdain when they saw his strange appearance.

Xu Mo had also noticed it, and he didn't want to say anything, but kept repeating those actions, so that he couldn't speak.

Gradually, the sky gradually darkened, and Xu Mo also opened his eyes at this time.

Taking a deep breath, a light purple dragon that mortals could not see, inhaled from his mouth, swam around his body, and then exhaled through his nose.

In such a cycle, Xu Mo was very obviously aware that his whole body had a feeling of being as light as a swallow, as if as long as he wanted to fly, he didn't need to use his aura at all, and he could swim in the void.

This wonderful feeling is a strange feeling that Xu Mo has never felt since his cultivation, and it is obviously a wonderful reaction to the reduction of the evil qi on Xu Mo's body.

After a day of condensation, the evil qi on Xu Mo's body was reduced by one-eighth, and Xu Mo was not in a hurry, he knew that condensing the evil qi was by no means something that could be completed in a short time, it would take a long time to repair before it could be completed.

For this, Xu Mo also shook his head helplessly, and walked slowly towards the door, wanting to see what was interesting on this street, that is, walking around at will, and then relaxing.

Xu Mo was walking aimlessly on the street, and suddenly there was a commotion not far away, and he saw a sloppy old man, who was still very old, and was beaten to the ground by a big man.