The little black crow was discovered immediately, and she couldn't send a message outward, thinking that the other party was also guarding against her, once it was issued, it was not equivalent to telling the other party that she knew about them!
Thinking of this, Chu Li put away the communication talisman again, and guessed in his heart, I don't know what happened to them?
Just as he was thinking about it, Chu Li noticed a slight movement coming from outside.So, I lay back on the bed, covered myself with the quilt closed, and fell asleep.The night sky is clear, the moon is in the sky, the surroundings are silent, the occasional insect chirping is heard, the breeze is slow, and the leaves are swaying slightly.On this hillside, in this house, time seems to freeze at this moment, and streams of yin qi are tumbling over the house!
In the calligraphy and painting pavilion, Mr.
Moju took a portrait of the boy in red to the corridor and hung it, and by the way, he took back the largest painting of a stunning woman and a child, he stared at the eyes of the woman in the painting, and muttered: "Ah Yan, how can you forget me because of my disappearance!"
Ten years of penance, just to meet you once, you let me down so much!
What's good about him, he is in your eyes until he dies, why?
Why ,......"
Speaking of this, he covered his head in pain, and in the sky above the ancient mansion, suddenly there were clouds and a strong wind.In the courtyard outside, Xiao Ding's figure appeared from the shadows, and a pair of Mu Na's eyes stared at the room where Chu Li was.One ear moved, and the room was silent, and there was no movement except for the faint sound of breathing.At this time, the sky above the ancient mansion suddenly became gloomy, but Tinker changed, his eyes turned white, his nails suddenly lengthened, and the hair on his body grew wildly,.......。
The parrot in the tree tilted its head and glanced at Tinker, not surprised by his change.Then he looked at the house where Chu Li was.After a while, there was no movement, and the yin qi above the house disappeared, and this person and bird left one after another.Until midnight, Chu Li still didn't wait for Luo Chenfeng to come back.At this time, Chu Li was very clear about these movements in the outside world, and in the tumbling yin qi, Xiao Ding's appearance did not surprise her, this world is still really a place where ghosts gather.Chu Li's divine sense condensed into a line, quietly poked out, when he swept through the calligraphy and painting pavilion, he was blocked by the prohibition in the calligraphy and painting pavilion, and sighed secretly in his heart, thinking about the result, I can only know tomorrow!
People who enter the Tao with painting, Chu Li has not never seen it, when he was in the Seven Star Continent, Chu Li had seen Confucian cultivation promoted through calligraphy and painting.She couldn't tell what kind of aura it was, as if it could also connect the world!
Even Haiping once told her that every grass and tree in Confucian paintings is also alive, just like a flower and a world of Buddhism, a leaf and a Bodhi, every word, every scene, every character in the painting, as long as the painter is attentive, they are all given life, which also alludes to the avenue of heaven and earth!
Chu Li didn't know a lot about this at the beginning, so he didn't care much about it!
Today, when she mentions that paintbrush, she has some enlightenment in her heart!
Obviously, this Moxiang monk is a disciple of the Confucian sect, and there is nothing strange about the scholar chanting poetry and painting, but what is strange is what the little crow sees?
And where will Luo Chenfeng be, and did the little crow see him?
Was his soul like the people in Youzhou City, and it was also taken away?
The crow is an ancient beast, will it also be hooked by someone, but if something happens to the crow, then the monk has a contract with the crow, and it will definitely appear tonight!
In Chu Li's feeling, there should be no crisis in the little crow, and there is also a possibility that it is locked in a birdcage!
She lay quietly on the bed, combing through the events of these days,......。
The scholars of Youzhou City painted and hooked their souls, and died in three days.When he met Luo Chenfeng, he could be regarded as an accident, when he met the disciples of the sect who drew their swords to help, however, a day after these disciples of the sect left them, the portrait of fighting with others appeared here!
She and Luo Chenfeng were chased by a seventh-order demon bird, and were forced to go down the hillside, and the demon bird lost its trace, and then saw this ancient mansion, if they didn't come to spend the night tonight, would they still not be able to escape,......。
Until now, Chu Li didn't realize that Moxiang Jushi had such a strange technique as letting real people into the painting.As the night wore on, the house was quiet, except for the occasional sound of insects and lanterns in the corridors, and the moonlight in the sky.In the town below the ancient house, the same red lanterns are hung, and silhouettes appear on the windows, standing or standing, like a silent movie.Vaguely in the dark night, wisps of yin qi became silky, and the top of the town was gray and hazy.In the corridor of the ancient house, in the faint light and shadow of the red lantern, the figures on the wall seem to be frozen forever, and only when a gust of wind blows, these figures will seem to come alive and fluctuate.On a painting at the front of the corridor, a man dressed in red, with his black hair lightly tied up, is reclining and seems to be asleep......
In this night, Luo Chenfeng did not fall asleep as in the picture, but appeared in a white place.He could see the outside world clearly, but he couldn't get out.He kept attacking, roaring loudly, and also took out the talisman that Chu Li gave him, attacking everywhere, he used all his strength, but there was still no result, this space seemed to be very large, but it seemed to be very small, lonely, without any living beings, as if he was the only one in this chaotic land.When he felt tired, he found that the spiritual power in his body was draining, and his spiritual power was gradually draining.Startled, he began to look around again, but found nothing.I don't know how long it took, but he fainted in front of his eyes.The moon is sparse and the stars are scarce, until the east is white, the morning in the mountains, the air is very fresh, Chu Li got up early and wandered around the yard, and when he walked through the back door, he saw a painting hanging on the wall after passing through the corridor."
The little boy got up so early."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, and as soon as Chu Li turned around and saw that it was the Moxiang Monk, he showed a smart smile and said, "The Moxiang Monk is early!"
I was looking for my eldest brother, but I didn't find him, but I saw his portrait here, was this painted by the Moxiang monk last night?
”Chu Li stared at Luo Chenfeng's portrait and asked curiously."
Yes!
I had a very pleasant conversation with Brother Ling last night, and at Brother Ling's request, I drew a portrait of him.When I woke up this morning, I wanted to add some scenery to the people in the painting, so that it would not look monotonous. ”As he spoke, he took down the scroll on the wall and said to Chu Li: "Little boy wants to take a look!"
”Saying that, he walked forward with the painting, Chu Li paused slightly, looked around the painting on the wall, and suddenly pointed to the stunning woman and child on the largest painting and asked, "Sir, aren't these two the wife and children of Mr.?"
”Mo Xiang Jushi paused, his expression was gloomy and inexplicable, his expression was complicated, and he nodded after a while: "Yes!"
”Chu Li followed him to the long table in the front yard, and the Moxiang monk put the painting aside, then took a blank painting scroll, sharpened the ink, lifted the pen, and soon a picture of a tiger descending the mountain appeared.This tiger is vivid, the momentum of the mane is slightly fried, the eyes are bright, and the condescending mood is quite unstoppable.I have to say that the painting level of this ink fragrance monk is quite high.Chu Li's gaze shifted to the painting of the red-clothed Luo Chenfeng, and while looking at it, he stared at the person in the painting, and his brows couldn't help frowning.No matter how good his painting skills are, it is impossible to draw even the black qi that is wrapped around his body.Thinking of the strangeness of this house and the countless paintings in it, Chu Li felt a little chill in his heart, wondering if Luo Chenfeng was trapped in the painting.The scholars in Youzhou City just detain people's souls, can they put living people into the painting here?
How did a man of this size fit him into a painting?
Chu Li couldn't help but think that in the secret realm of the Eternal Heavens, he and the empty monk were in a palace for a hundred years, so he entered a painting to try.But Chu Li understood that it was not a painting at all, it was just a portal to enter the secret realm of trials, and on the other side of the portal was an outer space.Could it be that the painting in front of you is a space?
But there was no space power on it, Chu Li thought about it contemplatively, and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while!
Chu Li's gaze fell on the scroll again, and the white paper couldn't see anything.It's just that it faintly feels like a rune, and there is a faint layer of aura overflowing.If it's weird, it's the pattern over there.These patterns are like picture frames, trapping the portrait in the frame.If these patterns are erased, will the person in the painting be released?
Chu Li has a different knowledge of Confucian cultivation, but there is a saying: There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book.I just don't know if this sentence should fit the artistic conception in the painting?
Just when Chu Li was thinking about it, he saw Mr.
Mo Xiang holding two paintings and closing them inside.The white light flashed, and the two paintings became one, and the background and the tiger in it and Luo Chenfeng's painting were combined in this way, and it didn't look abrupt at all.Chu Li was holding a cup of tea in his hand, and seemed to be startled by such a change, his hand shook slightly, and a few drops of tea fell on the eyes of the tiger in the painting.The tea immediately smeared on the tiger's eyes, and in an instant the tiger's eyes seemed to be blind.A trace of anger flashed from the Moxiang monk's eyes, and Chu Li was so frightened that he was at a loss, and hurriedly wiped the tea dripping with his empty hand.The Moxiang monk hurriedly blocked it, Chu Li's other hand was crooked, and a cup of tea was splashed on the painting scroll.Chu Li screamed, his face turned even redder, and the teacup fell to the ground in fright: "Oops!
How can this be so good,......
Chu Li's hand was like lightning, and he tried to wipe it on the drawing paper.This kind of change just happened in an instant, Moxiang Jushi was shocked and angry, and Chu Li didn't know what method he used, and the pen he was about to drop paused.Chu Li's hand was smeared around the portrait, and the patterns on the edges were smeared by her to be lighter.The expected picture did not appear, and Luo Chenfeng did not come out of the painting, and Mo Xiang stood aside with some annoyance.