In the next three days, Li Yunxin only did a few ordinary things.

He walked through the streets and alleys of Weicheng and talked to people. Most of the talk is about some strange things and the style of Qingguo. It's like to see the world before you die.

And because of that night, he had already gained fame in the "high society" of Weicheng, so he would also walk to the door when he passed by a wealthy family and say to the porter, "I am Li Yunxin".

He sneered and didn't know who he was, so he walked away.

So when the owner of the house learned about it afterwards, he was glad that his porter didn't know about the person and therefore didn't pass it on - who would want to have anything to do with the enemies of Langya Dongtian?

Some porters heard the master talk about this person, and knew that it was a great and ominous person, so they hurried to return it. So some people called it sick or said they weren't there. Li Yunxin will also walk away.

Yes, after all, they are timid and brave enough to welcome in.

Li Yunxin sat down to eat something, and then painted a picture. As soon as he made a shot, he was naturally the worst and a masterpiece.

made it, left it to the family, as long as a hundred taels of silver, to be sent to the Dragon King Temple.

The people who didn't see him the next day regretted it when they found out about it—because they had also heard that Li Yunxin and the Sky Fairy had been talking on the street in a harmonious atmosphere before. realized that he might feel that he was leaving Weicheng and wanted to leave some money for Liu Laodao.

And the relationship with the fairy doesn't seem to be so bad.

So he reprimanded his own porter fiercely, and told them that if they saw Li Yunxin coming to the door again, they would definitely spread the word.

It's a pity that Li Yunxin's route in Weicheng is erratic, and his mind can't be fathomed.

For example, when he walked by the Willow River at noon the next day, he suddenly said to a person, "The sunshine here" is very good, so he squatted beside the river embankment and painted on a bluestone slab with an ordinary little wolf's hair.

As soon as he put pen to paper, the seemingly soft wolf's pen directly carved a mark on the stone slab - such a magical event naturally spread ten, ten or hundred. So half the street was surrounded to see this "martial arts master" painting strange paintings - he drew circles one by one, and drew many lines near the circle, saying that it was the sun.

But after only drawing for a while, he threw away the pen, said it was boring, and walked away.

Ling Kongzi knew these things, and personally went to those people's houses to see the paintings left by Li Yunxin one by one. It was found to be indeed an "ordinary" masterpiece.

It's much, much better than the level of painters in the world, but there's nothing to doubt about it.

Then she went to see the "sun" carved out by Li Yunxin by the river. It was indeed an unfinished "painting", without even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

After inspecting all the traces he left behind, Liu Ling gradually relieved himself.

Li Yunxin seems to be real, he just wants to leave something in this world and prepare himself for the afterlife. She was surprised by Li Yunxin's performance, but not to the point of being incomprehensible.

I just think that he is such a person - he will really be kind to a worldly old man, will be sad for the death of a little girl, and will give up his life because of "betrayal of friendship".

He's really, really, a very interesting guy.

It's a pity that I'm going to die.

Liu Ling began to feel flustered and stunned occasionally.

This was not the outcome she wanted. At first, she just wanted to kill this person, get the jade slip, and go back to the mountain. Later, I thought he was funny and wanted to take him back to the mountain.

You may not die...... Maybe it's just to abolish the cultivation.

But Langya Cave Heaven is a good place, and secular people who have not cultivated will live there for a long time.

I just didn't expect it......

He was going to die here.

Not...... Actually, I can't do it accurately. I always feel like somewhere...... Not quite right.

She had to at least see him die with her own eyes before she could rest assured.

Thinking of this, Liu Ling sighed slightly, and waved the magic pen in his hand again. With each wave, a golden light emerged from the void and disappeared again.

It is said that there is no writing in this world. But the heavens made the celestial sphere come out, and created all things in the world. After all things were created, man was created, and man asked the heavens and man what those things were. Heaven and man explain them one by one, but people can't remember everything.

Therefore, the celestial beings extracted the rules of various things, simplified them into words and patterns, and taught them to mortals.

Therefore, there is Taoism and painting.

When a secular person writes, he only writes. However, when the Taoist priest wrote, what he wrote was the true name of the secret law of all things in heaven and earth, and what he wrote was the rules of the avenue of all things in heaven and earth.

If the painting school is the spirit of painting, the Taoism is calligraphy. The rules are more simple and direct than the aura and understanding of the painting school. It is this simplicity and directness that has achieved the amazing destructive power of Taoist priests.

And now the words written by Ling Kongzi in the void are categorically incomprehensible to ordinary people. And even if you accidentally see it...... will die on the spot immediately.

Because she is writing the true name of the secret method of a thing handed down by the Taoist system-

Name: Death.

The first and only method of law that a Realm Peak Cultivator could master was - the Death Curse.

Cut off the qi of the absolute square, the vitality, and all the relations with this great world. If Xiuwei is far above the other party, he can take his life immediately with just one word. Against a powerful demon like Shanglongzi, you can't kill with one word, and you can also lay out a formation with this word.

Death is not just the death of life and death.

The grass and trees withered, because of decisiveness, it was also said to die.

Once this formation is completed, it can temporarily cut off the luck and cause and effect of the dragon. Once you enter this array, there is no return.

She wrote the number of seven or seven so fully that she stopped writing a little tired and let out a long breath.

Then he closed his eyes and breathed for a while, and went to the window to look at the sky outside—the sun was setting. The daylight was not as bright as during the day, and in the courtyard where she was, the grass and trees began to draw long shadows.

After looking at the slanting sun, he said, "Come in." Let's talk about it. ”

The Taoist priest of the Shangqing Danding faction pushed the door from the outside from Yunzi. But after taking two steps into the door, he stood still: "Back to the fairy's words...... That Li Yunxin is painting everywhere today, just like the previous two days. It's just noon on the street...... Make a mess. ”

Liu Ling turned his face slightly: "Little mess?"

"Uh...... In fact, it is not because of him. Congyunzi thought for a while and said slowly, "Today I secretly followed him to Nagato Street, which was the time for the market to open. The fairy doesn't know that in the middle of the month and at the end of the month, the nearby villagers will come to Weicheng Changmen Street to catch the market. At this time......"

"No need to explain, go on. Ling Kongzi listened and walked slowly in the room, his slender hand gently brushing everything beside him. When she touched a bunch of verdant grapes in the fruit bowl on the table, she gently brushed it. The grapes fell clattering into the porcelain plate, leaving only a branch and forked stem.

She picked it up, played with the soft green broken stem on her fingers, and whispered to herself, "Today...... It's his last chance. Ah......h

"Then Li Yunxin also arrived at Changmen Street today. A stall was set up on the street, saying that it was playing with portraits. Congyunzi continued, "I drew some images, but I didn't use any spiritual power. I had the man who had drawn him go far away and cut it down, and he had a portrait of him, which was indeed an ordinary ink painting, and he had made it casually. ”

But at noon, he made a precious scroll for a beggar. ”

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