The old aristocratic gate valve of Changling, there are too many people to be raised at home, and they are used to spending money on weekdays, once they decline, they lose the pillars in the temple, and the speed of breaking is often beyond people's imagination.

The old Nie's gate valve is the best example.

The Nie clan used to be the strongest gate lord under the Changling Gongsun clan, and once held the military power of the Great Qin, but when he completely lost power and the strongest cultivator in the clan, Nie Rang, also fell, the Nie clan fell at an astonishing speed.

All parties in the clan tried to sell their property, and in just a few months, some of the Nie Clan's antiques of astonishing value, and even things that were extremely useful for cultivators, were sold, leaving only a huge Nie Garden.

It is the Nanie Garden, and the house that looks at the garden is also guarded and stolen, and the vehicles that are smuggled every night are endless, and in the end, not only the rare plants and trees have been stolen and dug up, but even some exquisite stone statues have been excavated.

Now many large families in Changling use stone carvings and woodcarvings for decoration, and even many of them come from the former Nie Garden.

The Zhou family, which is also the old gate valve of Changling, although it has not completely disappeared like the Nie family in the past, but the situation is not good.

The carriage carrying Ding Ning and others stopped outside the Zhoujia Ink Garden, Ding Ning and the others got out of the carriage, only to see that the surrounding scenery was bleak, and even many black tiles on the wall of the Ink Garden Courtyard had been broken, and artemisia grass had grown, revealing the tiles below.

Looking beyond the high gray courtyard wall into the ink garden, some of the pavilions and pavilions in the depths of the ink garden have also been mottled in color, many of the paint has peeled off, and some cracked beams and columns have not been replaced.

Although Xie Changsheng is young, he has heard countless times about the glory and luxury of the old nobles of Changling, and knows that these old nobles were even more prominent than the current princes, especially looking at the layout of the pavilions and pavilions, which seem to be in line with the avenue, and the homes of some rich people today are incomparable. He sighed sincerely: "If you really want to completely repair this place, it seems that tens of thousands of gold are not enough." ”

Zhou Yunhai, who was in front of him, smiled slightly when he heard this, and said, "If you have the heart to give more, I won't refuse." ”

This was obviously a joke, but Xie Changsheng nodded and said with a smile: "If I can really get a lot of benefits from the freehand fragment, maybe my sister and my father will be happy and directly repair the entire ink garden." ”

"Then I hope that the virtuous nephew will have enough opportunities to understand some more principles of cultivation. Zhou Yunhai also smiled and said.

However, in his heart, he said with disdain, just with you, a Guanzhong bun, what else can you see in one day?

The ancient trees in the ink garden are shady, and the sunlight passes through the branches and leaves, forming large and small light spots on the bluestone road below, which looks quiet and meaningful.

When I really entered this ink garden and walked in such a way, I understood why most of the pavilions and pavilions had not been repaired for many years.

Because the walls, pillars, and eaves of the vast majority of pavilions and pavilions are carved and inlaid with jade, pastel flowers and birds, and gold and silver are decorated. Many of the paints are even extremely precious gemstone pastel paints, or mica oyster paints, which are extremely rare overseas, and even today, the luxury is beyond the limits of what ordinary people can imagine.

If you use ordinary ornaments, it is not a match to put it on, it is better to make it old, but it makes people feel the vicissitudes of time, and the past is only magnificent.

Like all the old private gardens in Changling, the Ink Garden covers an extremely large area, bypassing an artificially piled hill in the garden, and the scenery in front of everyone's eyes is changing, and everything seems to have become completely black and white.

Ink chrysanthemum, ink tree, white grass..., all the strange plants and trees planted in front of him turned out to be pure black and white, deep and shallow black and white.

Seeing this pure black and white, Xue Wangxu sighed softly, and then said calmly to Zhou Yunhai: "The freehand fragment of the Zhou Family's Moyuan is really better than hearing and seeing, since this is the case, I will stop here, on the way before, find a random place to help me prepare a pot of hot tea." ”

Zhou Yunhai said respectfully: "In this case, I will accompany the Lord Xue Cave to the Yunhai Pavilion on the top of the mountain to rest, that is my study, and you can see the scenery of most of the ink garden." ”

After saying this, he motioned to Zhou Shuyi to take Ding Ning and the others to continue walking, and he walked to Xue Wangxu's side at the same time, slowly releasing a soft heaven and earth vitality on his body, supporting Xue Wangxu.

Feeling the smell of the extremely pure heaven and earth vitality emanating from Zhou Yunhai's body, Xie Changsheng's face was solemn, but he didn't understand it very much, and couldn't help asking: "Obviously I haven't seen the freehand fragment yet, how can the Xue Cave Lord already say that the freehand fragment is really better than hearing about it?"

Ding Ning glanced at him and didn't say anything, but calmly walked a few steps forward.

Looking at his movements, Zhou Xiyi's eyes flickered violently a few times, but in the depths of his pupils, there was finally a little more jealousy and admiration.

Not only Xie Changsheng, but also Zhang Yi and Nangong Caishu, Shen Yi, and Xu Heshan's eyes widened to the extreme at the same time.

There was not even a trace of abnormal movement, not even a breeze, but Ding Ning's body had turned into absolute black and white.

His clothes, his body, and his skin, where they were originally dark, suddenly deepened and turned black, and where they were originally bright, they became white.

"So the black and white here is not the real color?"

Xie Changsheng was stunned, he finally reacted a little, the black and white here was just soaked in a certain breath, like the power of the magic circle, causing changes in light and color.

Zhou Xianyi, who walked a few steps quickly, overtook Ding Ning, who stopped, and his body became absolutely black and white, turned around at this time, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "How do you know that black and white are not the original colors, and how do you know that the colors you see on weekdays are not vain?"

Ding Ning's brows furrowed imperceptibly slightly.

In fact, there is some truth in what Zhou Shuyi said at this moment, but Zhou Shuyi himself obviously can't understand it so deeply, he said such things at the moment, just to make Xie Changsheng more confused and his thoughts more confused.

His eyes flickered, and he wanted to say something, but he held back first.

Nangong Caishu and the others are difficult to calm down.

Just now Xue forgot the meaning of his words, he seemed to have seen the freehand fragment directly, could it be that ... The changes in the qi engine here are all caused by freehand fragments?

It's just a fragment, like a large circle, causing such a change.

It's no wonder that even those supreme figures want to take a look at this freehand fragment.

Zhou Freehand continued to move forward, and every step fell, and a puff of black and white smoke rose from the ground, which looked like he was walking in a picture scroll, which was extremely unreal.

On his black and white face, he couldn't help but show a hint of pride.

Even if you enter this place countless times, every trail is already familiar enough to walk with your eyes closed, but every time you enter, you will still feel amazed.

Xie Changsheng's eyes widened to the extreme again.

In front of him, countless rivers and distant mountains appeared, with appropriate shades, looking incomparably distant and magnificent.

How can the area of Zhoujiamo Garden be so large?

These were the words that first came to his mind, but when Zhou Xianyi, who was walking in the front, paused, he suddenly woke up.

That's the freehand fragment.

In the black and white clear light, an ancient hall slowly appeared.

The ancient hall with a wooden body is soaked in thick ink like ink jade.

There are no furnishings in the ancient hall, only a crystal wall stands on the stone slab in the center.

This crystal wall is made of two extremely thin pieces of crystal, and in the center of the interior is a fragment about a foot long and no more than a few feet high.

He, Nangong Caishu and the others were suddenly shocked and speechless again.

What made Zhou Shuyi a little surprised, and his brows unconsciously slowly provoked that Ding Ning's expression was still very calm.

"This is the freehand fragment of our Zhou family, you can enlighten on your own, but remember not to touch the crystal wall, otherwise the induced prohibition will be enough to kill any cultivator under the Five Realms. He said slowly.

Hearing such a voice, Xie Changsheng had already subconsciously taken two steps, and he wanted to see the whole picture of this fragment for the first time, and see what was painted on it.

However, as soon as his gaze swept over the fragment, his breathing instantly became chaotic.

Countless deep and shallow mountains, among which the rivers near and far, seemed to press towards him in an instant, and for a moment, he only felt that his head was drowsy, and when he closed his eyes in horror, he found that he had no impression of the whole scroll, and he could not remember what was painted on the scroll, or even where the broken parts of the scroll were.

"How so?"

Nangong Caishu and others also feel the same way.

If they can't see any of the lines in it, the meaning of any ink blot and the truth it contains, they can still understand it, but now that the scroll is in front of them, they can't see the content at all, and they forget it after seeing it, and they can't remember anything, so they can't understand it.

The group glanced at each other, only to see Ding Ning watching attentively, very calmly.

Ding Ning can see the content here, can he see something?

Everyone had doubts in their hearts, but seeing Ding Ning's very attentive appearance, everyone felt that they couldn't make a sound of alarm, and after taking a deep breath, they looked at it again.

......

Ding Ning calmly looked at the freehand fragment in front of him.

This was a spiritual book that he knew, but had never had a chance to read before.

In the past, the Zhou family, in order to resist some of the people they hated the most from entering the garden to observe the scriptures, even expressed the meaning of burning the jade, and did not hesitate to destroy this fragment. In the end, the group of people at that time made concessions in order to pass on the treasures of the cultivator's world.

In fact, whether it is the Minshan Sword Sect or the Spirit Void Sword Sect, it is the same for him, if he really knows his identity, even if it is the Extinction Sect, he will never let him see any secret books that are extremely useful to him.

There was a hint of emotion in the depths of his calm eyes.

Countless deep and shallow ink mountains and ink rivers also pressed towards him in an instant.

It's just that he didn't "see" at all these ink mountains and ink rivers, these ink mountains and ink rivers seemed to fly over his body, and then disintegrate behind him.

His perception doesn't care about the aura emanating from the most original lines, but only looks at the most original lines.

So the picture scroll in his sight is completely different from what the people around him see.

What he saw was a yellowed fragment, a rough piece of straw paper, in which only two mountains were depicted.

One is thick, the other is light.

There were a few white clouds floating above the top of the mountain.

In front of the two mountains, there is a large river flowing through it.

The upper right corner of the painting is missing, so the light mountain is missing a corner, and the river is missing a section.

Hundreds of ink lines of different shades, or sword intent, or runes, formed such a picture.