I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 7

Chang'an Tu suppressed Chang'an for 8000 years and protected Chang'an for 8000 years, so it was called "Chang'an". For 8000 years, no monsters dared to invade Chang'an City.

But at this time, someone actually wanted to steal the map of Chang'an boldly and shake the foundation of Chang'an, and the county magistrate was terrified.

If the map of Chang'an is lost, it is equivalent to losing the power of the land of Chang'an, and he will definitely be executed by the court at that time.

The magistrate of Chang'an yelled angrily, picked up a seal on the case table and threw it over, the seal became longer in the wind and became the size of a house, mobilizing tens of thousands of people in Chang'an in an instant, fighting against the opportunity, both sides Constantly pulling back and forth, the slightly illusory scroll over Chang'an sometimes condenses and sometimes dissipates.

Inside Chang'an Academy of Painting

Wang Gaoqiu stood in the palace, and the incense of Anshenxiang was poured into his mouth and nose. His whole body seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and after taking a big tonic, a pair of eyes shot out a ray of light, as if he could see Chang'an City Beyond Heaven and Earth:

"The patriarch has been planning for me for ten years, and even with the help of the inner palace, a mere Chang'an county magistrate can stop me?"

"Eight strokes! With the last eight strokes, I will be able to seize the vitality of Chang'an City, and the picture scroll of Chang'an City! I will seize the 'life' of this world."

Wang Gaoqiu looked proud, and with a wave of the pen, lines kept falling in his hand.With the lines falling down in his hand, Chang'an City was blurryly jumping on the paper, and the illusory scroll above Chang'an City was gradually condensing and forming.

"Stop! You can't take Chang'an's fate. Without fate, this world will die! You can't be so cruel! You are a monk of my human race, so you can't be so cruel! They are all people of my Great Zhou."

As if he heard Wang Gaoqiu's words, the magistrate of Chang'an looked desperate, and the seal unexpectedly shattered, turning into a stream of light and scattered into the scroll of Chang'an.

With one stroke, the city of Chang'an was shaken.

The two pens fell, the ground cracked, and the houses collapsed.

Three strokes fell, and countless painters soared into the sky, desperately escaping from Chang'an City.

Four pens fell, and white air currents surged from the people of Chang'an City and poured into the scroll.Countless people fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The five pens fell, and the beasts in Chang'an City fainted on the ground, and the red air was plundered by the scroll.

When the six strokes fell, all the vegetation in Chang'an withered.

"Stop! You can't be so cruel and take Chang'an's life. The imperial court will not let you go! The imperial court will not let you go!" The county magistrate knelt down on the ground, and a wave of energy circulated around him, turning into a pair of Yinxi is struggling to support.

"Imperial court? Hehe." Wang Gaoqiu sneered, and the seventh pen slid down without a pause, only a buzzing sound was heard, and the city of Chang'an was completely dead, and all the "fates" were captured by the scroll, and the sky over Chang'an city The picture scroll is completely condensed into shape.

"Chang'an people, what does it matter to me? As long as I, Wang Gaoqiu, can prove it, it will be a myth. Not to mention a single Chang'an city, even if there are thousands of Chang'an cities, I will not hesitate." Wang Gaoqiu sneered, slowly raised the brush in his hand, and started Concentrate and calm down, be sure to make this final finish perfect.

As long as this last stroke is made, he will be able to take away Chang'an's 'fate'.Not only the volume of "Chang'an Map" is his, but even the fate of the land of Chang'an has been turned into merit.

a breath

two breaths
three breaths
After nine breaths, Wang Gaoqiu calmed down, and with the help of Anshenxiang, his energy and spirit reached the peak, and he slowly lifted the pen in his hand.At this moment, the sky suddenly brightened, and the light from outside overwhelmed the candles in the hall.

The light above Chang'an City, like a shining candle, was engulfed by the sun in an instant.

"This is? Myth!"

Li Wenfang, who was protecting the Dharma at the side, looked stagnant, turned his head to look at Qi Shu outside, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable horror: "How is it possible! This place has been suppressed by the Patriarch, how could someone obtain a Qi Shu breakthrough?"

"Bah~"

A mass of thick ink dripped onto the white paper, staining the hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers and the lights of thousands of houses in Chang'an City.

"Entering picture scroll!" The young man ignored the picture scroll in front of him, and looked out of the hall in shock, looking at a ray of light in the endless night.

There were endless fear, shock, anger, and endless anger in his expression.

"Bang~"

"How could it be such a coincidence? Someone took the first step and entered the finished product first."

Wang Gaoqiu stood there blankly in a daze, watching the countless auras dissipate in the scroll in front of him, and the laws were floating out.

"Don't go! Don't go! Come back! I beg you, don't abandon me! Don't go!"

Wang Gaoqiu frantically stepped forward, grasping the overflowing law with all his strength, but unfortunately the law has no form or shape, there are like streaks of empty air, but after a few breaths, the picture scroll in front of Wang Gaoqiu has no aura anymore.

"One breath! It's just one breath away! Who is taking my chance? Who is ruining my big business?"

Immediately Wang Gaoqiu was like a lunatic, smashing the pen and ink in his hand, tearing the picture scroll in front of him to pieces:
"Who is it? Who entered the country in Chang'an?"

"Chang'an County has not had a famous scroll in ten years. Who broke my plan? I started writing at the age of four, and I was able to paint landscapes at the age of eight. I entered the country at the age of nine and could discuss with the masters. In order to build momentum for me, my ancestors did everything. Suppressing Chang'an County's fortune for ten years is to wait for my famous painting to be born, and win Chang'an's ten-year painting luck. Who broke my plan? Unfortunately, it's only a little bit! Just a little bit! Why is it not me, Wang Gaoqiu, who broke through! Why! Why not me, Wang Gaoqiu?"

Inside the palace, only the lingering smoke of Anshenxiang was faint, and Li Wenfang was dazed beside him, muttering constantly: "Mythical picture scroll! Mythical level picture scroll! Is another myth born?"

At the same time, watching the divine light shoot straight into the sky towards the bullfight, countless disciples in the painting academy stopped their pens and ink, and looked at the divine light soaring into the sky in unison, with an unconcealable horror, horror, envy, and shock in their eyes .

Chang'an City

At the moment when Wang Gaoqiu's scroll shattered, the scroll above Chang'an City was shattered, and one after another opportunity was reversed. If a landslide and tsunami poured into the bodies of the people below, the mountains and rivers, the stagnant time and space also recovered at this time. circulation.

Except for the cracked ground and the collapsed houses, there was nothing abnormal.

At this moment, everyone in the yamen came back to their senses, and Qi Qi turned to look at the divine light in the county yamen, with a hint of shock in their eyes: "Someone has made a famous scroll."

"When did Chang'an County have such a person? Is it Bai Wenlong, the master of Chang'an Academy of Painting? Or Li Wenfang, the master of the Academy? Or Liu Wenlu of Jixia Academy? Wang Gaoqiu, a disciple of the Academy of Natural Painting?" Middle-aged The county magistrate's face was shocked, and then he raised his head and laughed, his face was crazy, full of the joy of the rest of his life:
"Hahaha! Hahaha! Evil cannot prevail against righteousness, and my Chang'an Qi is endless! My Chang'an Qi is endless!"

While speaking, he suddenly walked quickly to the county government office:

"Who solved my catastrophe in Chang'an? When did I have such a person in Chang'an County? I have never heard of such a person in the three major painting academies, plus a school palace? Could it be Wang Gaoqiu from the Academy of Natural Painting? Wang Gaoqiu is said to have got it A certain big shot in the Academy of Painting took a fancy to him and personally brought him into the deep mountains and old forests for training, he is quite famous even in Shangjing, and he is one of the most outstanding talents of the Academy of Natural Painting in recent years." The county magistrate of Chang'an pondered in his heart, and walked quickly to the lobby , Not long after, he came to the Jiangshan Sheji map.

The Taizu of the dynasty surveyed the four seas and the eight wildernesses, and made a mythical picture scroll "Jiangshan Sheji Tu", which suppressed the darkness of the human land for 600 years, and established the great merchants of the Holy Dynasty.

The map of Jiangshan Sheji is the most precious treasure for suppressing the power of the court. It can mobilize the power of the three mountains and five mountains to suppress the four seas and the eight wildernesses.

There were a total of three hundred and six county offices in the Holy Dynasty, and each county office had a fake depiction of Jiangshan Sheji Map, which could borrow part of the power of the ontology scroll.

The lines outlined on the scroll are exactly the map of Chang'an County, and every mountain range and every river in Chang'an County are reflected in it.

And in one of the lush forests, a little light bloomed.

"Not in Chang'an City?"

"It's better not in Chang'an City! It's better not in Chang'an City! This means that you are not from the three major painting academies, nor from Jixia Academy! Good, good, good!"

The county magistrate of Chang'an looked at the dots on the picture scroll, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Come on! Come on! Come with me to the forest to pay a visit. This is the merit of the officer! Can you evaluate this year? Yu, it fell on him."

Just when the picture scroll made by Huo Taixian was born, countless powerful masters felt their hearts, and looked out of Chang'an city one after another.

In a Chang'an house
Bai Jiu was wearing a mask, wiping a gorgeous dagger in his hand, silk slowly wiped off the blood stains, then looked down at the fat man in gold robes in front of him, and muttered to himself: "How could it be? How could it be? How could it be How is this? How could he still be alive after puncturing his heart? How could he be still alive?"

At this moment, the vision was earth-shattering, the sun and the moon were shining together, and the stars were screaming.

Bai Jiu suddenly raised his head to look at the earth-shattering vision, his eyes were full of disbelief: "This vision...is the mythical scroll born? I really don't know how powerful the mythical scroll is. If you can see it, I have no regrets in this life.”

at the same time
The black-robed man who came out of Prince Duan's mansion stopped, raised his head and looked at the vision in the sky, his eyes showed a touch of surprise: "Strange! A myth was born in Chang'an City? Could it be that Wang Gaoqiu succeeded in building the foundation? Don't waste the tranquilizing incense given by the empress."

"But my dzi bead is gone! This matter is of great importance, and there is absolutely no room for any mistakes." After speaking, he continued to rush towards Huo's house.

Outside Chang'an
inside a cave
Huo Taixian looked at the scroll floating in front of him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The picture scroll is simple and unsophisticated, it looks like an old picture scroll without any abnormalities.

An indescribable majestic force emerged from the scroll and poured into the Tiangong brush. I saw that the Tiangong brush had obtained the majestic opportunity, and a font appeared on it, which was a capitalized bird seal:

day.

Then a burst of divine power flowed out of the Tiangong brush, and Huo Taixian's bones underwent an inexplicable change after being scoured by the divine power, creating a little bit of golden blood.

Although this little bit of golden blood was insignificant, it was extraordinarily glaring in its blood.

That bit of golden color is supreme and precious, revealing the characteristics of immortality and immortality.

At this time, the rope on Huo Taixian's body was beaten back to its original shape under the pressure of Taigongtu, turning into a picture scroll, and Huo Taixian also fell from the rope.

Stretching out his hand, the picture scroll was held in his hand, but he saw that the scrolls at both ends of the picture scroll were pitch black, and there was no variegated color, whether it was pitch black ink, or an uncultivated black hole.

Slowly unfolding the picture scroll, the scroll cloth is as white as snow, not stained with dust, and there is a sense of righteousness and light blowing over the face.

In the middle of the picture scroll stands an old man, wearing a soap-colored Taoist robe and holding a wooden whip in his left hand, which is three feet six inches long and has 21 sections; each section has four talismans, a total of 84 talismans.

Looking at his right hand, he is holding a scroll with a strange shape. The scroll is similar to the imperial decree, but it is golden. The scrolls on both sides are made of white jade.

Looking at the back of it, there are five colors of sunlight covering it, and there are five hazy and looming figures standing in it.

(End of this chapter)