As he spoke, a man walked out of the grotto with his back hunched over.

This man has smooth skin and doesn't look very old, but his temples are white, and it is not easy to guess his real age. He walked out of the cave, glanced at Yuan Jie who was standing next to him, and was quite puzzled, and then asked, "Did you hit it hard just now?" ”

When Yuan Jie saw someone in the cave, he had an epiphany, and instead of answering him, he shouted around: "Sister Wan, are you here?" The voice was transmitted far away, and only the echo was lonely, but there was no shadow of Wan'er. There was no answer, and Yuan Jie was slightly disappointed.

The white man with sideburns said: "There are countless people who enter the painting, many of them are people with excellent skills, and later, none of them can walk out calmly, little brother, I have lived in the painting for many years, and the world has long been downplayed, so I also advise you to look away, so as not to end up depressed." ”

Yuan Jie was in an upset mood, and after listening to his persuasion, he was even more impatient, but seeing that the other party had some good intentions, it was inconvenient to attack on the spot. After a while, the anger gradually faded, and he remembered what the white man with temples had said, and asked: "How does Brother Tai say that he entered the painting, where is this, and why is it so different from the previous heaven and earth." ”

The white man with sideburns smiled and said: "This is Hong Yubo's Thousand Gullies Picture, what you see in front of you is all drawn things." ”

Yuan Jie couldn't help but be taken aback, he walked behind him, squatted down, and used his hands to pick up the flowing water, and the palm touched it, but he felt a cold feeling, just this time, he knew that it was real water. Yuan Jie was a little puzzled and wanted to believe it, but what he encountered and saw this time, he couldn't help but believe it, thinking that he had heard that Hong Yubo's painting skills were profound, and he was proficient in his skills. He got up and walked back, and said to the white man with temples: "Although Painter Hong is not a good person, he will not help the abuse, and there is no hidden reason in this matter to do such unscrupulous acts. ”

The white man with sideburns said: "Hong Yubo Xian has passed away for a long time, and the person who attracts people with this painting is his junior brother Tupol." After saying this, he paused for a moment and continued: "Not only that, but Tupol has also learned all kinds of skills, and he can make dead things come alive by drawing a picture. The magic, although it is far from being as good as the senior brother, is not to be underestimated. ”

Yuan Jie said 'oh' and said, "In such a dangerous situation, how to resolve it." ”

The white man's face immediately turned sad, and he shook his head and said, "Hugh wants to mention the word 'resolution'." If you stay honest, then it will be better, if there is any time, in this painting, it will be difficult to survive. The Zhituo Zen Master of Shaolin Temple, the Whirlwind Dao Chang of the Wudang School, and the Plum Blossom Venerable of Emei are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes. ”

Yuan Jie was unwilling to be restrained, he tied up the single knife, and was about to jump up to see if he could break out of the painting, and said before leaving: "Brother Tai's kindness Yuan Jie understands, but I still want to give it a try, if I can get out, then come to save him." The white man sighed: "It's a pity to see that you are in your good years, but you lost your life early." Hey, hey, alas. He sighed again and again.

Yuan Jie no longer spoke, he then closed his eyes and concentrated, turned his body vertically, jumped to the halfway, the breath in his body flowed through like a turbulent river and sea, with the help of this force, Yuan Jie soon came to the boundary of the painting, where a thick layer of clouds was formed.