Chapter 411: Immortal in the Painting
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When the two of them entered the door, they didn't see a smiling face from the courteous shopkeeper, not even half a figure.
In front of him was a very exquisite, intricate pattern made of unknown materials.
There is a purple bamboo forest with clear bamboo joints on it, there is a small quiet and elegant bamboo building under the forest, half an acre of lotus pond in front of the building, the crane washes its feathers leisurely in the pond, and there are children playing in the shadow in the building.
There seem to be more people in the depths of the bamboo forest, not far away is the small mountain with the aura of the aura, there are countless strange beasts in the mountain, the spiritual wood is deep, and the winding path is secluded.
In the distance of the mountain road, there seems to be a human voice.
At first glance, it is fascinating, and the current Ji Nineteen and Nineteen Divine Consciousness have already explored it.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, as if the wind of the world was blowing, the bluestone under the feet, the spirit plants nearby, the active beasts in the distance, and the brilliant sky no longer existed.
Just when the two of them were slightly surprised, countless picture scrolls spread out.
There are the whole unfolded in front of the eyes of the two, and there are also painting scrolls that open half of the paintings that don't know the true face of Lushan, and more are tied with silk.
"Hey, all of these paintings are very subtle. Brother Shang, you see that there is a profound meaning in the playfulness of the boy in this picture, and every gesture is a secret Qimen gossip chapter, and the courtyard is also like a copper wall. ā
Ji looked at it fixedly, and took a look at a picture of a children's play that flew over the heads of the two of them just now.
"Yes, it seems that that one should imply a huge trap. This picture of ten thousand beasts running together, a hundred birds and a phoenix and a hundred flowers blooming is even more exquisite. A hundred flowers bloom as a supplement, a hundred birds and a phoenix as the keynote, in fact, a hundred beasts run together as a killer feature. This is a rare picture scroll that is both offensive and defensive. ā
Shang Keqin admired with emotion a full picture of the two of them from the side.
"Well, that's good. Brother Shang, what do you think of this? All kinds of swords are unsheathed together, and they are clustered into a peak of swords full of killing spirit, I am afraid that it is a big killing weapon. ā
Ji Nineteen grabbed a small picture scroll void in the distance, and this thing magnified countless times, floating in front of the eyes of the two before wandering away.
"Very good. Hey, the picture scroll of this majestic figure standing on the top of the mountain and watching the rising sun seems to be special, it doesn't seem to have a trace of fireworks, and it seems to hide some mystery, which makes people dare not get close. ā
Shang Ke stared thoughtfully at a half-open scroll.
"Hey, hey, this one, don't you see the index finger and middle finger of the person in the painting, and the fluttering clothes are very familiar?"
Ji Nineteen pretended to ask a mysterious rhetorical question.
"Hey, sure enough. It's still Brother Ji's observations. I'm afraid that as soon as it is triggered, this fairy in the painting will come with a sword like a sword. ā
Shang Ke's eyelids jumped, and he looked at the hands that seemed to be folded together at random.
"Hahaha, Brother Shang looks at the scorching sun that rises like blood again, does it give people the feeling of a sharp rise in pressure?"
Ji Nineteen's dark eyes turned quickly, catching clues in this picture, and reminded without hesitation.
If you want to talk to him, a person who has studied all kinds of fault-finding pictures deeply, it is not as easy as catching these cats.
In this picture, not only the cultivators in fluttering clothes who occupy the main body give people a sense of coercion, but the blazing sun is definitely a killer move, and the foggy mountains are blurred, and I don't know what is hidden, maybe it is a strange beast that breeds and chooses people to eat, or maybe there are some great traps buried, and the black and sunken mountains that seem to be rough and random sketches, all of which give people a very high spiritual pressure, and they can't say that they will jump up and turn into real huge peaks and press down on their heads in the next moment.
"Well, this painting is much more interesting than the ones just now. ā
Shang Keqin's heart was already moved, and with a big move, the picture rolled up and shrunk into the size of a match and flew into his palm.
And Ji Nineteen, who was smiling, squinted at a deliberate painting that floated from nowhere far away and kept a relatively long distance from them.
To say that this is a painting is a bit far-fetched.
It's obviously a thin old man's whole body like it, and there is no blank space, let alone a scroll.
And this old man's gray hair, forehead wrinkles, the texture of the corners of his mouth, and even the hairs on his pale cheeks are clearly visible.
The folds of the clothes are even more lifelike.
It was originally a floor plan, but it gave Ji Nineteen the feeling that it was clearly like a living old man floating in front of his eyes.
Moreover, this old man faintly exudes a huge spiritual pressure, which is still not lower than the level of the Flying Flower Ancestor.
Could this be the master here?
Or is it one of the paintings that can be sold?
Ji Nineteen was a little unsure.
But under the powerful temptation, he still grabbed his void with his big hand.
Shout.
The man was shooting at him like an arrow, and shrank rapidly halfway through.
When it arrived in the palm of his hand, it was already a thin paper-cut the size of a thumb.
Under Ji Nineteen's deliberate scrutiny, the little man seemed to be smiling at him with deep meaning.
When Ji someone looked again, he felt that there was no abnormality.
No matter what, there are more wandering pictures that attract his attention, so ignore him for the time being.
After having one time, the two of them shot again and again as if they had taken stimulants.
Ji Ji Nineteen alone received seven or eight paintings in a row.
One is more beautiful than the other, and one is more valuable than the other, and it provides more combat power.
Suddenly, a majestic male voice sounded in the space.
"Oh, there are distinguished guests coming to the door, and the fairy in the painting is really ashamed. ā
The majestic voice was followed by a brush glowing with gold, already stained with saturated silver ink.
The golden brush swayed, the silver ink splashed, falling all over the space, the left drop turned into a magnificent Taishi chair, the right drop turned into a dragon jade pillar, and then a drop turned into two rows of beautiful coffee tables, guest seats, as if a large drop of ink dropped by mistake quickly turned into a smooth mirror can clearly reflect the face of the huge floor, and then raised, the top of the hall carved with dragon paintings on the top of the head was highlighted, and in an instant a magnificent palace interior filled this space.
A young monk who looked like an old master sat on the main seat, and with a smile on his face, he invited Ji Nineteen and the two to sit down and watch the tea.
And the empty walls of the hall are filled with countless scrolls.
The thick golden brush was long gone.
The two of them swept the young cultivator, their eyes lit up, and they said respectfully: "Ji (Shang) has seen the immortal predecessors in the painting. ā
had to let them deal with it carefully, and under the detection of the two, they found that they could not detect the other party's cultivation, and the steady and irresistible spiritual pressure did exist.
'Isn't it an existence of the same level as the Four Saints?' (To be continued.) )