One life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulation of yin virtue and five merits.

Now that I have finally met someone who has reached a certain level of fame, Ink is standing in front of another wall, and there is also a font on it, which is different from the glyph just now, but I still can't understand it.

The inheritance of writing will change step by step through the evolution of history, and I am not clear about these here.

"Do you seniors know what era this is?" asked Shui Mo, staring at it.

The answer to the ink was a gust of wind, a tiger's claw slapped directly, and the ink was slapped away as soon as it made a defense.

Shaking his head, he was helped up from the ground by Mo Gan and a few people, who sneaked up on him.

"Know your identity, don't turn your back to others when you speak, Lao Tzu hates this kind of pretending to be forced the most!" a tiger demon walked back alone after shooting the ink, and said with a disdainful face.

Damn! It's a disaster, but along the way, I feel that this group of people is not too mean to themselves, and their attitude is a little casual, and now they have been slapped for no reason, who are you going to reason with?

"I've suffered at the hands of others, don't take your anger out on others!, but I also think this kid is unhappy, since he came here, I feel like he's the boss!" said the monster who gave the ink scales.

Shui Mo heard the cold sweat coming out, his actions were all unintentional, okay, he had been around for so long without danger and had already relaxed, who still took the people who followed him seriously!

No one paid attention to the fact that the little people were bullied, and one by one they turned their heads and stopped to study the words and pictures, and the ink simply closed his eyes and breathed. Mo Qian and the others also stayed aside and listened to their discussion without speaking.

Obviously, a group of people discussed for a while, nothing was discussed, and after discussion, a character was reactivated, and after some breaking up, there was no gain at all.

There are too few hints, and I don't know how to start, so it's hard to smash this place, right?

When the eyes were focused on the ink and wash them again, this time the ink and wash learned to be obedient, stood up and bowed, and said politely: "I don't know what the seniors have to say, the juniors must be obedient." The tone is sincere, so that others can't find fault with it.

"Lao Tzu is hungry and wants to fill his stomach!" is still the tiger demon, they seem to be very dissatisfied with the ink, "Anyway, they don't have much use here!"

"Stop!" the red lady walked out, "Demon beasts and people fight, I don't care if there is any grudge, but it is not okay to eat people in front of our monks!"

The other monks also nodded, although they didn't care about the lives of these people, but as human beings, they were not allowed to be eaten by demon beasts in front of them.

Ink doesn't want to talk anymore, but he can't get involved in his own affairs at all, and his fate is completely in the hands of others.

The tiger demon snorted, stopped pressing, and retreated.

"Lead the way!" said the old drunkard beside him. Shui Mo just noticed that the old drunkard also wanted to come out to defend him, but let the red lady take the lead.

If you can't go on like this, you have to create some contradictions for them, so that they don't have the energy to target themselves.

"Hey, come out when the three of you come, and everyone will have a companion when they go together!" Shui Mo suddenly shouted to the rear.

Some of the monks and demon beasts were stunned, while some were not surprised at all, as if they had known about it for a long time.

When three people appeared in everyone's field of vision, some of the people who realized it immediately looked bad, and it was the three people who had just left directly outside. I thought that the other party would not come back after leaving, but I didn't expect to be so thick-skinned.

The addition of these three people has formed a new force group, which is incompatible with the previous two, for the angry eyes of the three people, Ink doesn't mind at all, he has offended enough people, he doesn't care about three more people, and this situation is good for himself, his strength is the smallest, and it is not noticeable,

At the moment, as long as you show a little use value, you will not be killed...... No, it's crossing the river and demolishing the bridge!

"Seniors, if you don't mind, I don't know if the kid is allowed to touch these murals, maybe he will also transform into a soldier like these words. Ink spoke respectfully, and his attitude made it impossible for others to find a point of venting.

"Oh, you mean these paintings have secrets, too?" said the old fox's eyes.

"It's just possible, after all, the painting and the words are put together, and it can't be only the words that are peculiar, right? But I also ask the seniors to take ideas, after all, if the kid makes something that doesn't end well, it's not good. ”

"Are you afraid of causing trouble, we blame you, don't worry, we don't have a clue at the moment, try it according to your method, if it works, ......" The old drunkard said in the end, he still didn't say how to reward ink if it had an effect, and ink didn't take it seriously, just smiled and nodded in thanks.

This time, when Ink was about to step forward, Yang Rong, who had been silent beside him, stopped Ink instead: "I'll go!"

Ink was very unexpected, and some people rushed to do this dangerous work, but looking at the three of them who also wanted to go instead of themselves, I couldn't help but be a little moved.

"Come back as soon as you make contact, use it as fast as you can!" Ink is not in the way, of course it is good to have someone replace you, after all, you have already resisted a lot of pressure.

The corridor was very wide, and it was more than enough for the demon beasts and monks to stand in a row, Yang Rong took off the burden on his body, came to the other end of the mural, ran a few steps first, and accelerated to run in the direction of ink and the others when his hand touched the mural.

I have to take it seriously.,The painting is a situation of two armies fighting.,There are hundreds of generals and soldiers.,In case they all run out.,Cultivation is as strong as a character.,It's really only possible to run for your life.,This is also what someone thought about just now but didn't say it.,After all, it's desperate to think about this danger.。

As Yang Rong's palm touched the mural, the ink eyes were sharp, as soon as he saw the fog in the picture, there were already one or two soldiers who had transformed into shape, this situation was very familiar, he jumped up and shouted 'Escape', turned around and pulled the people around him to walk back, the demon beast and the monk originally wanted to try, with this shout, five demon beasts and two human monks also followed, and the rest looked at it, and gave up resisting and fleeing.

Booming sound, when a group of people ran away, the soldiers in the mural came out one by one, looking at the empty corridors on both sides, a general-like person raised the sword in his hand, and an order went back directly, and everything was calm again.

When Shui Mo deliberately snorted and gasped for breath, while taking the opportunity to observe the scene of these people walking together when they fled for their lives, he understood some things.

Temporary cooperation is inevitably a little distrustful, and when you run for your life, you will deliberately be with the one you trust the most, because they are all strong, although it is not very obvious, but through the deliberate avoidance of some people you don't know, it highlights the trust in others.

The tiger demon came to trouble the ink again, and the huge body walked over, and the others took a few steps out of the way. "Boy, you'd better give an explanation why you ran away in the first place, otherwise I'll kill you even if I don't eat you!"

This time, the others didn't speak, and they said that they were good at forming a formation to defend against the enemy, because this kid had completely wasted a word, if those soldiers were really strong and chased after them, their group of people would definitely explain here, and the red lady and the old drunkard who usually maintained the ink were silent.

Shui Mo made a frightened expression, facing the huge tiger head and the big eyes of the copper bell, and said tremblingly: "It's just that the kid temporarily thought that these paintings are different, we can pick some small numbers and look safer to try, there is no need to try the ...... of hundreds of people."

"Why didn't you say it sooner!"

"I just thought of ......," Shui Mo said deliberately scared.

"This time you go and try, if you dare to escape, I will be the first to kill you!"

Shui Mo immediately nodded in agreement, not daring to say anything, and at the same time stretched out his hand to secretly stop Mo Qian and the others from speaking out.

After walking for a while, looking at the murals one by one, some of the pictures are like the two armies fighting, and some are just a group of people catching prey, but the prey in the picture is fierce and abnormal, a group of people is very difficult, and a few people are injured and died.

Finally, the ink stopped in front of a mural, which was a picture of primitive tribal life, with several children surrounding an old man, as if listening to the old man's explanation, a picture of a comfortable life.

How can these pictures be so familiar? Ancient images?

Ink wanted to guess and look at a few more pictures, but others didn't give him this time.

"This mural is okay, boy, just this one, don't drag it out any longer. The tiger demon said, and the others didn't have an opinion.

"Then you should stay away!" Sensing that some of the people in this group had bad intentions, Ink opened his mouth, and he no longer made any compromises.

Seeing that they were all far away, Ink took a deep breath, took a few steps back, bowed respectfully to the ground, kowtowed reverently, and treated the ancestors in the painting with the same respect as their ancestors. In the stunned eyes of others, the ink hands touched the mural and did not let go immediately, and after a while, the characters in the painting squirmed, but the ink suddenly entered it.

Bet right, the painting demon in the Drunken Immortal Building can bring himself in, and it's okay here!

The tribe of the primitive ancestors, thatched houses, a few fires were lit, and some animal skin clothes were dried on the shelves on the side. The entry of the ink made those people stop their movements and look at him curiously.

Ink bowed respectfully, and was just about to speak, when the old man on the side spoke directly. So, a drop of cold sweat fell from the ink, and I didn't think about the language barrier!

I originally wanted to take advantage of the efforts to win over the forces here, and then deliberately create contradictions and come up with a plan to kill people with a knife.

You must know that the ancient ancestors were not weak, in the Flood Desolate Continent, under the rampant witch clan and demon clan, they still have their own peaceful place, and they can't do it without strength. Through the observation of a series of murals, it is obvious that what is depicted here is a history of the human race in ancient times, fighting with the heavens, fighting with the earth, fighting against the two lich tribes, and finally becoming the general trend of the human race. According to the previous mural, the people in this mural are also very strong, so the ink and wash have moved their minds, but the biggest problem is that the language is not understood!

What a cheat!