It was in such silence that a faint light appeared in a family in Hexi Mansion in Weicheng.

This family is rich. Zhumen, Shishi, the courtyard of Sanjin.

The light appeared in the master's study.

Three days ago, Li Yunxin had visited this person's house, and the porter had passed it on to him. The owner of the house was a bold man, so he welcomed him in, and entertained him with good food and drink, saying that he would ask for some ink treasures.

coincided with the fact that the owner of this house was happy with his son, so Li Yunxin made a "Picture of Immortals Sending Children". It's not a treasure scroll, it's not a treasure scroll, it's just a famous scroll. But for such a family, the famous scroll from Li Yunxin's hand is also a treasure that can be heirlooms.

The head of the family asked the master to frame the painting and hung it in the study. I was going to appreciate it for half a month first, and then put it away with yellow silk tips, and then I came to the house during the New Year's Festival, and then I asked to come out and praise it.

But tonight, first there was a violent storm, and then came the news of the Fairy Dragon King. I was skeptical, but soon, I heard a roar and a vision in the sky. These things are natural disasters for the world. So the whole family gathered together in this study, thinking that the name of the master might be able to bless the peace.

But just after that stream of light fell out of Weicheng, sudden sleepiness soon hit the family. The head of the house sensed the anomaly and tried to grasp the sword hanging on the wall with the last shred of clarity in his heart.

But still slumbering.

Thereupon...... The picture of the fairy sending a child on the wall glowed with a misty golden light.

After a flash of light, the baby in the painting came to life. A small baby made of golden light leaped out of the painting and stepped on several people who were sleeping on the ground. It first leaned into the mouth and nose of the most yang housekeeper and took a deep breath, and then leaned into the mouth and nose of the housewife and took another breath. In this way, the popularity of men, women, and children in the house was sucked in, and he jumped out of the door.

Through the walls, and then suck the popularity of the servants in this house.

Then he went out.

The golden child seemed to love the smell of popularity, and continued to look for the people who were asleep in the silent houses.

After half an hour, it went farther and farther away, and then it saw its kind.

There are young people who came out of the "Shentu Back Sword Map", and there are young people who came out of the "Su Qin Chisel Light Map" -- all of them are from the picture scrolls that Li Yun made for those big families in the first two days.

These golden people who are floating around the city and attracting popularity have babies, children, young people, and prime of life. There are joys, there are sorrows, there are angers, and there are calm.

In the first two days, Li Yunxin made a total of 46 pictures, and the people on these 46 pictures walked out of the picture scroll one after another, and they were all only doing one thing -- inhaling yang energy.

When the person who was sucked woke up, he probably didn't feel anything—at most, some of them were weak, and they felt a little tired.

But these golden people sucked too many people, and their bodies slowly swelled. There are some different colors in the body churning and entangled, as if the emotions that are really dreamed of by those people who are really sucked.

After two or three hours, no matter what it looks like, their stomachs are round, and the facial features on their faces are squeezed together, which is indescribably funny and weird.

Subsequently......

They burst open.

At this time, the roar in the northeast of Weicheng has not stopped. On that side of the sky, it was as if morning had arrived early. Behind the mountains, there is a faint red light, like the morning glow. But in reality, it was a wildfire—a wildfire that rolled like a dragon, and a roar that went on and on.

In the midst of such a roar, these golden men burst open. The yang energy that was absorbed in their bodies should have dissipated, but suddenly it flowed in a strange trajectory on the streets of Weicheng. If they flow down the streets, they are not always...... Sometimes, it will pass through walls and houses.

But the yang energy that is attracted is like the first bowl of water in an old-fashioned pumping well, with which the water in the well can be pumped out in an endless stream. These yang energy, which is full of various emotions, flows through the streets, gradually converging into a stream. It will pull more yang energy from more and more people in Weicheng to flow out of the houses......

Eventually, it gradually converged into a coarser torrent.

If the people who had secretly followed Li Yunxin through the streets and alleys in those three days were still awake and could open their yin and yang eyes, and saw this torrent of yang energy, they would have realized it......

Wherever they flowed, they were all places where Li Yunxin had once set foot.

For example, a thin stream flows through the Willow River, and it spreads over a stone slab with an inconspicuous pattern on it, and it lights up.

This is the pattern that Li Yunxin carved half with the wolf pen in his hand that day. At that time, he said that the sun was good, so he wanted to draw the sun. The painting was abstract and clumsy, and in the end it was only half-finished, and then he threw his pen away.

This is the pattern, after being impacted by that yang energy...... It lit up. Because of this light and guidance, the torrent of yang energy divides into branches and constructs a subtle but subtle circuit that is in line with a certain law.

This thing...... It's something that any Lang Zhong can feel familiar with.

Be...... Meridian diagram of hand Shaoyang.

And something like that, in the entire Weicheng, there are thirty-five.

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On such a night, in a small temple in Yaojia Village, by Weishui, more than 30 miles outside Weicheng, Miaozhu had not yet slept.

This is a small but incense-filled temple. But there is only one hall, one courtyard, and two side rooms.

On weekdays, the people of the temple wish Hongsong Dao should have gone to sleep a long time ago, but tonight, they were frightened by the rumbling thunder and mountain fire in the distance.

He sat up in his cloak and pushed the door open into the courtyard, walking through the watery moonlight and the dappled shadows of the trees, and finally reached the main hall.

I was irritable, so I planned to go to the main hall to meditate.

The temple is dedicated to the newly attained Dacheng Supreme Holy Treasure Mystery Treasure Crown Prince Jiawen and the statue of the red-clothed dragon lady - the hand of a great man. At first, he was still resistant, but after offering the portrait, he was convinced.

This image does have the effect of calming the mind and clearing the heart. Don't say that there is indeed a righteous spiritual aura on it, that is, there is none, just the effect of this scroll itself is enough to make him regard it as a treasure. What's more, he is a natural person with yin and yang eyes - ghosts can usually be seen. Although ghosts are not common, there are always some vain ghosts who love the incense in the temple and will come to his side. He sat down in the temple at night, and with this portrait, the ghosts did not dare to come forward.

But tonight, when I walked to the front of the main hall and looked through the door, I found a faint light in the room.

When he arrived, he suspected that it was the idol of the village who had the audacity to steal it. After looking around, he found a short wooden stick half-covered in the dirt by the wall, strode up the stone steps in his hand, and pushed the door open.

However, before a "thief dares" squirted out in his throat, he froze in place. After two breaths, the short stick in his hand fell to the mud with a loud bang...... Hong Song Daoist knelt down with a puff, bowed to the ground and didn't dare to raise his head, and only said: "The true monarch is sacred, the true monarch is sacred!

Just after he pushed the door......

I saw a glittering man of God walking down from the portrait!

He only glanced at it, but he didn't see it clearly. So he didn't realize that the face of this god man was seven points like Li Yunxin.

The golden phantom formed by the gathering of the incense and wish power of the believers, with the little aura that Li Yunxin originally left in the painting and belonged to him, walked slowly, and without looking at the Hongsong Daoist, he directly passed through the door panel and rushed away in the direction of Weicheng!

It was also at this moment that the thirty-seven copies he scattered and the statues of the gods that were enshrined in various temples all walked out of a golden light god, with his aura - gathered in Weicheng!

And this Weicheng ......

If Ling Kongzi had become suspicious that day, he flew high in the sky to see the route that Li Yunxin had walked in the past few days and drew it......

With his own footsteps, he measured a lifelike portrait of Li Yunxin with the entire Weicheng as a picture scroll!

The unfinished and playful brushstrokes that he left in various places in the city, intentionally or unintentionally, constitute the thirty-six acupuncture points in the meridians of the human body!

And the prefect's yamen, which hides the treasure scroll of "Shangyuan Tu", is the heart of this picture!

Now, the yang energy of the 360,000 people in Weicheng has been guided by the thirty-six acupoints, forming a flowing meridian. And the thirty-seven Golden Divine Monarchs, with Li Yunxin's aura, successively devoted themselves to the operation of this meridian.

Yang energy, spiritual energy, torrent - after three weeks of operation, it finally rushed towards the prefect's yamen like a stormy wave!

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I am flattered to be liked, commented on, and urged to be changed.

I also know that regular updates and more updates will make the results better.

But the author himself is a social celebrity of high society near the subway entrance of Tianfu in Huayang.

I go to work from 9:30 a.m. to 9:30 p.m., so I'm really not sure when I'll be able to finish writing my daily updates.

It is not because it is going to be put on the shelves, so it is deliberately updated and saved less.

I didn't think about the big climax of the card on the shelves and dragging it now. Because it won't look good if you fill it with water that way.

Every day, I write as much as I write and how much I send.

Quantity and quality are indeed irreconcilable contradictions. In fact, it is not difficult to inject water and not be distracted, and it is not difficult to write 6,000 words a day.

But as I said before, I have to write this book first and only after I am satisfied with it, and then I will think about other things.

Therefore, I can only guarantee quality. If you have a quantity, you don't dare to pack a ticket.

If you don't ask for leave, you will be guaranteed to see the daily 4,000-word update before going to bed at the latest.

If you get stuck in the plot and don't think about it, it may be more than 3,000 words.

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