Building The Ultimate Fantasy
164 I am just a poor painter
Bai Yujing said, the world stopped the war.
This has shocked many forces in the world. It turns out that Bai Yujing was so unconsciously influential.
However, most people do not feel strange.
After all, when Bai Yujing replaced Zhuzi Baijia and opened another era, its influence has already deterred the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.
All forces are not stupid, because they are well aware of Bai Yujing's strength.
Bai Yujing's disciples, all of whom are practitioners, are not only powerful, but also endless in means.
And Lu Yuping, the master of Bai Yujing, is the first practitioner in the world.
The four subordinates have joined forces and failed to support a few moves in Lu Ping's hands, which made the world understand the horror of this sudden power.
Of course, the world was shocked by Bai Yujing's strength.
But new doubts were born.
such as……
Why is it three months to stop the war?
Is there any special meaning for three months?
Almost all major forces are speculating on Bai Yujing's intentions. Perhaps, if you can figure out the meaning of three months, some forces may be able to seize the opportunity and take off in one fell swoop.
however.
No one can guess the meaning of "three months".
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Emperor jing.
Bookcase.
Kong Xiu sat in a rocking chair. Although he could not close the door, he did not lag behind in grasping the news.
"Master, what does Bai Yujing mean to stop the world for three months? Does the three months have any special meaning?"
Mo Tianyu was puzzled.
Kong Xiu looked at the plantain outside the window, but shook his head.
"Peaceful ideas can't be seen through."
"Different levels, different perspectives on issues... Maybe he saw something or something we haven't seen before."
Guoshidao.
Mo Tianyu seems to understand, but one thing is certain, even the strategist of the strategy can't guess, Bai Yujing's move is indeed unbelievable.
"You can't guess if you can't guess. After three months, you will naturally know the meaning of this move."
"Three months to stop the war... These three months are afraid of the turbulence, and when the period of March arrives, it may be the time to decide the survival of the big week."
Kong Xiu coughed and said.
...
With the news of Bai Yujing's cessation of war, the world really fell into tranquility.
There is less war and all forces are brewing and developing.
North County, Taring asked Tianfeng.
Dantai Xuan sent a team to ask Tianfeng Dragon Gate.
However, as soon as he stepped into the area of the Dragon Gate, he saw a cyan long snake sweeping between the peaks, causing a change of color.
A small team was thrown out and the whole army was wiped out.
Dantai Xuan's face was blue, he didn't believe in evil, and once again sent a team to try to punch the dragon gate, but still unable to break through the dragon gate.
As soon as the cyan giant snake moved, ordinary soldiers were crushed if they couldn't get in.
"why……"
Dantai Xuan's lips were shaking.
Is this Longmen really missed him?
This is not the case with the Dragon Gate on Zhou Feng, as is the Dragon Gate in front of him who asked Tianfeng.
When North County once again damaged a team.
Qinglong appeared at once, the power of terror spread between heaven and earth.
The huge cyan dragon was entangled with Wen Tianfeng, and his sharp, staring eyes stared at Dantaixuan.
Dantai Xuan experienced the power of the Immortals in Wolongling at the time of thinking of extinguishing the Wanjun, but it was considered to have seen the world, so he was quite calm.
Watch with Qinglong.
Dan Taixuan's guard was already terrified.
Dantai Xuan and Qinglong stared at each other for a long time. Instead of killing Dantaixuan, Qinglong turned away and re-guarded the dragon gate.
This scene made Dantai Xuan slightly stunned.
In the next few days, Dantai Xuan kept stepping into Wentianfeng, staring at Qinglong, and even chatting with Qinglong.
At the beginning, Dantai Xuan would also send guards, but a few days later, Dantai Xuan retreated from the guards, and asked Tianfeng alone to meet with Qinglong.
Finally, Qinglong let go of the Dragon Gate.
Dantai Xuanxi smiled, making the North County strong start to break into the Dragon Gate.
At this point, Beijun also successfully began to cultivate practitioners, breaking the curse of no practitioners in Beijun.
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Beiluo, Huxin Island.
After Lu Fan ordered Lu Dongxuan to issue a paper order, he also began to wait and see the attitude of all parties.
Lu Fan was still quite satisfied with the result.
Perhaps this is the influence of the transcendental forces.
Even if there were hundreds of schools before, if you want to stop the war in one word, you can't do it at all.
The world has stopped, and all forces have begun to cultivate practitioners.
Lufan's reiki commission is constantly increasing.
And Lu Fan is also preparing to start retreating to study the origin of the plane and build a new secret.
Lu Fan is quite attentive to the study of the origin of the plane. After all, the study of the origin of the plane involves the upgrading of the world.
Just before Lu Fan was going to retreat.
Nie Changqing found Lu Fan.
He wants to walk the world, in addition to demon, but also find a way to break through.
Lu Fan did not stop him, but asked him to go to Ni Yu and ask for some Qiqidan to facilitate the practice of smelting body storage on the road.
On the island, Jingyue stood by the lake, constantly waving his sword, Jingtianjian he couldn't put it down, waving his sword 10,000 times a day, he used this way to enhance the strength of his sword.
It is said that this method was given to him by the male loser who refined his scabbard.
Gong Shuyu started the production of hidden weapons again. Because of "Refiner Handbook", his method of refining hidden weapons was much more powerful than before. "Storm Pear Flower" took only a few days to successfully refine.
This made the male loser holding the "Storm Pear Flower" on the stone ladder and stayed there for a whole day.
It may be doubting life.
Ni Yu was studying the medicine of pill, she got the "Handbook of Refining Pills of Refining Pill" taught by Lu Fan, and now she is also quite experienced in refining the medicine of pill, and started to study the new medicine of pill.
After experiencing numerous failures and eating many times of failed immortals, she finally made a new recipe for immortality.
Now, he is scorching his head for this new recipe.
Ni Yu, who entered the Dao Dao as deep as the sea, now has some regrets. She found that walking the Dao Dao seems to be more difficult than trying hard to practice.
Unfortunately, she now wants to withdraw, but Lu Fan disagrees.
The world ends.
Lu Changkong lived on Beiluo Island, so that many blood-bearing soldiers of the North County had entered the Dragon Gate to train and became practitioners.
And he himself sat under Daju practice.
Soon it reached the peak of Qidan and began to impact the body reservoir.
On the tenth day after the war, Lu Fan declared closed.
Huxin Island entered a dignified atmosphere. Ning Zhao's white skirt floated and stood on the bluestone ladder in front of the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion. The cicada winged sword was in hand to protect the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.
No one can take one step.
...
Emperor jing.
The night is dark and high, inside the royal garden.
Several eunuchs struggled to carry two barrels of raw meat to the Jiuzhe Bridge.
"Your Majesty's appetite for the Black Dragon has become so big... Yesterday, a barrel of meat was not enough to eat, almost destroyed the entire garden."
A little eunuch shivered.
"It's okay, I prepared two barrels of meat today, which should be enough to eat it."
Another eunuch comforted.
"Today you came to feed, our family stopped feeding... yesterday the black dragon looked at our family's eyes... just like looking at the raw meat in the barrel, our family is afraid."
The first eunuch handed the barrel to another eunuch, and said.
The two walked across the nine-fold bridge.
Came to the calm green pond.
Later, a little eunuch rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a piece of raw meat covered with blood.
Threw into the pool.
Boom!
The pool exploded.
A huge black scaly head shook countless mists, swallowing raw meat with its mouth open.
The feeding eunuch's legs shook and looked at the black dragon the size of a lantern.
He took another piece of raw meat and threw it into the sink.
The black dragon was too lazy to look at him, swallowing raw meat piece by piece into the mouth.
The sound of Heilong's chewing of raw meat appeared very clear in the dark and silent night.
Soon, a barrel of meat was finished.
These meats are all carefully selected beef by Yu Wenxiu.
The eunuch started tossing a second barrel of meat again.
When the second barrel of meat was also fed, Heilong opened his mouth slowly, and the huge mouth hung in front of the eunuch.The smell of stench spewed out of his mouth, making the eunuch's face pale in an instant.
The black dragon's eyes make the little eunuch more like an ice cave.
Fortunately, after a while.
There was a sound of water, and the black dragon slowly dived into the green pond.
The little eunuch patted his chest subconsciously, lifted the empty barrel and turned around, and showed a proud smile towards the little eunuch hiding behind the rockery.
Later, he stepped forward to leave.
however……
The little eunuch hiding behind the rockery showed a look of panic.
boom!!!
The monstrous water flowed up.
The little eunuch's eyes with a wooden barrel suddenly shrunk to the size of mung beans.
The next moment, I felt a fishy head coming from behind.
The water rushed up the Jiuzhe Bridge.
There were only two whirling barrels left on the ground, and Yin Hong's blood...
In the turquoise pool, a little ripple was rippling.
The eunuch hiding behind the rockery was terrified...
Sit down on the ground, a smelly smell came from his lower body.
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South county.
Nanjin City.
Sima Tsing lived a frightened life these days.
His eyes were flushed, which was the aftereffect of not sleeping well for several days.
His nerves were tense, and the villagers even thought Sima Qingshan was sick.
His students came to visit him one after another, and Sima Qingshan just hurriedly let the children away.
On this day, Sima Qingshan finally found the courage and took the paintbrush. He dropped the pen on the rice paper, and soon a simple "chicken pecks the rice" came to his eyes.
The chicken cub was drawn to life.
Sima Qingshan has also been used to it. These days, he paints day and night, but the dead objects in the scroll are always like living things.
Draw a picture of a lady, and the beauty in the picture actually smiled at him.
When drawing landscapes, I can hear the sound of gurgling water.
Draw a chick peck the rice, the chick inside is running happily.
Sima Qingshan felt that he might have been a hell, but he took some of his paintings to find some friends on weekdays.
But they all said that his art has improved a lot.
You can sell it for some silver.
Sima Qingyi was a little moved. During this time, he overcame the weirdness of the scroll and tried to sell it for the first time.
He rolled up the scroll and watched the beauty in the lady's picture wink at him, Sima Qingshan shook his body.
He rolled the painting, put it in a cloth bag, wrapped a green shirt and left the house, rushing to the market in Nanjin City.
...
Outside the city of Nanjin.
In the thick woods, shadows flashed by quickly.
In the darkness, an old, painted face suddenly appeared, with cold killing intent and anger in his eyes.
This is an old sacrificial offering, a sacrifice for the Chili people.
The news that the young sacrifice was killed half a month ago passed back to the Chi Li ethnic group, and the entire Chi Li ethnic group was suddenly furious.
The patriarch was even more angry, saying that Dazhou people were not credible.
They need revenge, they need to conquer the land of Dazhou, and plunder their food and women.
Thus, they acted.
The death of the young sacrificial priest succeeded in inflaming the anger of the Chi Li nationality, and in addition to coveting the prosperous southern county, these southern barbarians quietly launched an offensive.
On this day, a month of continuous rain made people drowsy.
The defenders on the walls of Nanjin City yawned.
suddenly.
An arrow burst out and pierced the defender's shoulder.
The defender's face changed drastically, with no drowsiness. He pulled out his arrows, but found that the flesh on his shoulders began to ulcerate, and the whole person stiffened.
Nanban Witchcraft!
Under the city of Nanjin.
The dense barbarians shouted and rushed.
The hissing sound of a giant elephant sounded, a huge wild elephant was tied to the seat, stepped on the tree, and caused the earth to vibrate, emerged from the jungle.
A thick wooden stick hit the city gate.
Boom!
Boom!
After repeated impacts, the city gate was finally broken.
The defenders of Nanjin City had already been dispatched, drawing bows and arrows, and fighting with the barbarians.
Fighting is very tragic, above are countless soldiers killed and injured.
However, this time the temptation of the ordinary barbarian is different. This time the barbarian is almost out of the nest.
Downstairs, almost all of them were barbarians. These barbarians shouted excitedly, showing great covetment and hunger against the prosperity behind the wall.
The gate of Nanjin City was broken.
The general who guarded the city of Nanjin led the army to resist at the forefront.
He evacuated the civilians in the city and let a team of soldiers protect the civilians to flee to Nanjiang City.
The market chaos became a pot of porridge.
Sima Qingshan hurriedly rolled up the scroll, and she had to plan to run away.
The barbarians of Nanban invaded the city, which was absolutely bad news for the civilians in the city.
These barbarians are barbaric and incapable of grabbing food and women.
Compared to those locusts who eat crops, they are sick.
In a hurry to escape, Sima Qingshan was hit by someone, and the scrolls in his arms were scattered all over the place, contaminated with sewage.
Sima Qingshan wanted to go regardless of the picture scroll, but thought of the strangeness of the picture scroll, he crouched down and started to pick up the picture scroll.
In the distance, the shouts rang out.
The defenders of Nanjin City fought and retreated.
Sima Qingshan raised his head blankly and watched the crazy savage soldiers in the distance rush into the city to fight with the defenders of Nanjin City.
The guards in Nanjin City were weak, but they still fought bravely to resist.
They used their bodies to stop the barbarians.
The lord of Nanjin City, Sima Qingshan, has seen him a few times. He was a very kind person on weekdays, but now, he is like a crazy lion, his blood is loud, and he is rushing to kill among the barbarians.
The body was covered with blood.
When the lord of the city was punched by a burly barbarian warrior, fell to the ground, and was pierced into the body by the dense cold spear, Sima Qingyi felt his heart tremble.
The cold rain splashed down from the sky.
The scrolls on the ground were all wet.
Inexplicably, there was a strong breath spreading from his Dantian abdomen, spreading around his body.
He raised his hand, his index finger pointing into the void.
A little raindrop seemed to be controlled by him.
Sima Qingyi's eyes narrowed.
Use the finger as the pen and the rain as the ink to draw the sword.
Afterwards, the sword formed by the rain seemed to form a substance, following his will.
Galloped out.
Poof!
A barbarian was wiped by Dao Ge, blood splattered out.
The defenders of Nanjin City died.
Many of the barbarians turned their heads, staring wildly and bloodthirstyly at the pale, Sima T-shirt with trembling fingers.
When a barbarian waved his weapon wildly toward the Sima Qing shirt.
The scrolls were scattered all over the floor.
Sima Qingshan looked coldly at the weapon that had been cut down on his head.
Suddenly.
A sharp blade of air suddenly cut off.
This barbarian was directly cut into two halves by knife gas. In front of Sima Qingshan, like a peeled banana peel, it was divided into two halves...
A white shirt was holding his hand, Xu Xing came from a distance, and blinked beside Sima Qingshan.
In the white shirt, a pig-killing knife was carried around his waist.
Between his beards, he glanced back at Sima Qingshan.
"Are you... a practitioner?"
Sima Qingshan's face was stiff, and he shook his head and answered dryly.
"I...I'm just...a poor painter."