When he woke up, Li Yunxin was in the dark, and heard the sound of iron rings rubbing against iron rings. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He soon realized that the voice was coming from his own body - his hands and feet were tied and tied somewhere. He lay on the cold stone floor, like a prisoner in prison.

But instead of immediately getting up or speaking, he froze in the darkness with his eyes open.

This feeling is not often felt - not just "captive" and "bound", but also as if one wakes up from a sleep and feels soft, as if you have had a solid dream.

It should be said that he has not "slept" for a long time.

But now that it's been like this, it doesn't feel bad.

Then he tried to break free, but he didn't break free.

This meant that it was not an ordinary object that was bound to him. Otherwise, if it was just steel, it would be nothing more than spider silk in his eyes.

The stuff on his body wasn't supposed to be meant to bind him. Now that he was in his body, he could roughly feel the thickness of the chains, each of which was the size of a sea bowl. This thing...... It's just right for a whale.

Then the light came in.

A hole was opened somewhere in the void far above his head, which meant that he was in an extremely deep and wide underground. Through the yellowing light, he recognized the figure of the evil king—a huge demon fell from above, and it took a while before landing in front of Li Yunxin.

The evil king carried a lamp like a man. But the light of the lamp seemed to be enveloped by some invisible force, and the light could not reach five steps from the side. Everything is clear in five steps, and it is still dark five steps away.

The evil king landed in front of Li Yunxin and stared at him silently for a while.

Li Yunxin tried to sit up—and it worked.

He had four thick iron cables on his body, coming from somewhere in the darkness that almost buried him inside. The ropes were jet-black in color, and some of the loops were filled with dirt and had a strong musty smell.

So he smiled, "This is not hospitality. ”

But the Evil King apparently had little intention of having a friendly exchange with him. As soon as the big demon stretched out his hand, one of the eight treasured scrolls fell in front of Li Yunxin. The iron plate was inserted into the earth—and the evil king pointed to the iron plate and said in a deep voice, "Tell me how to use this treasure." ”

Li Yunxin raised his hands.

The evil king frowned slightly, but still pointed at it from a distance, so the chain on his right hand fell off and quickly retracted.

But something else sounded in the darkness...... It's like a rope rubbing against a bone.

Li Yunxin didn't care about this thing for the time being. At this time, his attention was on the iron plate in front of him.

With a slight struggle, he stood up and pulled the iron plate over with one hand. Then he made a fingernail at the seam between the two pieces of iron, which he pried open. Then pull your fingers all the way down the seams...... The two iron plates were separated.

Li Yunxin finally saw the true appearance of one of the eight treasured scrolls, "Mist Sending Nuda Kaitimao".

And then...... His expression froze for a moment.

Then he couldn't help but laugh.

Because he remembered that when he was a child and lived in a mountain village, his parents had talked about the painting in a solemn but ethereal tone. One of the Eight Treasures Scrolls - the pinnacle realm that Danqing Taoist priests can reach, the supreme treasure of the world, and the painting relics with great power.

But in fact...... Hardly anyone has ever seen what the handwriting of the saint looks like - at least not in a thousand years.

At that time, Li Yun thought to himself, there are probably two reasons.

First, the world says that painting is holy and demonic. Since he is enchanted, the less things of the big devil are seen, the better. The Dao Sect and the Sword Sect will hide them.

The second ...... It is said that a long, long time ago, when the painter was alive, he easily did not show his handwriting to others. That's easy to understand. Such a master is always mysterious.

Previously, when Ling Kongzi met Li Yunxin at the banquet in the Qionghua Building in Weicheng, Li Yunxin made a treasure scroll - "Perverted Eating Picture".

At that time, the volley was moved and asked him if the painting saint was still alive and whether he had anything to do with the painting saint. And she said that Li Yunxin's painting style is similar to that of painting saints.

At the time, he was puzzled.

But now, in this dark room in the middle of nowhere, I can really see this moment of painting the true works of the saint......

Many of the doubts of the past have been answered.

......

Li Yunxin was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

Because this painting is as long as he is, and half as wide as a man. Such a big painting......

In fact, the content is only the size of two palms.

Like...... A five or six-year-old child who first learned to doodle scribbles it with a crooked pen.

There is a "person" on the painting. It must be human...... The body is a black line, and so are the limbs. The hand is five short lines, and the head is a circle. There are two smaller circles in the circle, and two dots in the middle.

This thing should be a person.

The man's posture was crooked, and the lines were uneven, but it was obvious that he was bent over, raised his fist, and wanted to hit something.

As for what to fight......

Playing a kitty.

That's right, it's a kitty. It's the kind of kitty cat that his little girls liked at that time, white, with a pink bow on its head.

As a matter of fact...... If you compare it to that "man", the cat is very well drawn - at least to the level of the second grade of elementary school.

The cat's two eyes are two blackened dots.

...... It was the black dot that came out of the hole in the iron plate.

A man presses against Kitty's mountain and punches her to hit her. Underneath them is a ...... Probably something of stone. The stone is on a small hill bag - the mountain bag is represented by a semicircle. There is also a thing that appears to be a tree next to it, and circles of lines are drawn in the air with orange paint...... That's the sun that is about to set, right?

"Wu Song beat the kitty cat angrily......" Li Yunxin stared at one of the "Eight Treasures Ancient Scroll" with emotion, and after looking at it for a long time, he really didn't know how to evaluate it.

Now he knew why so few people saw the handwriting of the painting saint. I also know why the evil king ...... It's time to seal it up with an iron plate.

...... Shame on you.

At the same time, there is a strong doubt about the vision of Ling Kongzi.

He thought the other party was mocking him instead of complimenting.

The evil king initially looked at him coldly, his face expressionless. But after Li Yunxin couldn't help laughing, being silent, and then laughing again, he finally drank him: "What's so funny?!

In fact, Li Yunxin is more able to understand the psychological state of this Xuanjing demon at the moment. He couldn't help but stop laughing, and comforted him: "Okay, yes, I know, I know it's the real thing—hahahaha!"

The evil king looked like he had been humiliated and was going to take the painting away from Li Yunxin. But Li Yunxin hurriedly grasped the painting, tried to use the time of three breaths to familiarize himself with his expression, and carefully probed his spiritual power into the painting, trying to understand the flow of spiritual power in between.

Soon...... His expression became serious and solemn.

He held the scroll in his hand, his eyes half-closed, and his brow furrowed slightly. There was silence for a quarter of an hour, and then he suddenly raised his left hand and shook it, saying nothing.

The Evil King understood what he meant—at this moment, Li Yunxin looked like a contemplative who was so engaged that he had no time to think about the external situation. The other person has to untie his left hand by himself.

The evil king hesitated for a moment, then pointed again.

The iron rope in his left hand also fell off.

Then Li Yunxin changed his left hand to the painting, and with his right hand he pointed at the sword, and followed the funny and childish lines, extremely slowly, little by little, along the handwriting in the void, as if every time he moved, he had to use all his strength.

It was only two breaths, and his head was already sweating.

His fingers first landed on one of the man's arms. The arm was only a finger long.

But...... Li Yunxin's fingers only crossed half an arm's length before falling down. He himself raised his head sharply and gasped for breath, as if his body had been crushed under the 10,000-meter deep sea for hundreds of years, and at this moment he finally surfaced and was able to breathe.

He stared at the evil king, and then at the painting, his face covered with sweat, and muttered in astonishment: "...... How could it be...... Like this?"

His father once said when he passed on the way of Danqing. Those paintings with extremely high realms and profound intentions cannot be easily seen by ordinary people, even cultivators with low realms. Once the enlightenment is forced, the spiritual power in the painting may backfire, and the person who lacks cultivation may pay a terrible price.

But Li Yunxin had never met the kind of treasure that his father said he was talking about—until he saw it.

In the ordinary paintings, there are veins of spiritual qi circulation, just like the meridians of the human body, extending in all directions. He followed the meridians, and there were always traces to follow.

But in this picture...... That vein can hardly be called a thread!

Countless indescribably complex spiritual power flows overlap in cycles, forming a dense space. If the traces in the paintings he sees on a daily basis are all "lines", the "lines" in them have been compiled into "cloth".

He tried to find a "thread" to follow up, but even if he put all his energy into it, he couldn't follow up much, but was quickly wrapped, almost trapped in it, and suffered a backlash!

That's when he finally realized......

This is indeed a relic of the painting saint.

It was a kind of Danqing Dao that was far beyond what he could comprehend - every trace of spiritual power circulation was integrated into this heaven and earth, and this painting was no longer a simple painting, but a part of this world!

The childish lines of the scroll itself are merely appearances.

The realm of the painter is so high that ...... It has completely departed from the realm of using images as metaphors.

And this "casual" picture on the scroll illustrates the horror of the painter.

Li Yunxin was stunned for a long time, unable to speak.

When he was in Qionghua Building, he also played with painting and drew such a picture of eating. The painters present thought that he was unorthodox, but the "unorthodox" painting was a treasure scroll. Now he also understands the feelings of those painters at that time.

I was ...... at that time Really, damn it......

What a rampant painting saint!

Seeing him like this, the evil king narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Li Yunxin didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he pondered for a while before throwing the painting to the evil king.

The evil king was slightly stunned. I didn't expect Li Yunxin to be able to return this treasure with such a gesture after getting it with his own hands, without any nostalgia.

"What are you suppressing here?"

After another two breaths, Li Yunxin raised his head and asked him seriously. (To be continued.) )