Shamanism kills the god

A painting, a cup of tea, is a world!

After Zhao Shuangshuang, the high priestess of the moon girl, left with many god-blessed warriors, Mu Feng sat cross-legged in the thatched cottage, holding the mountain and river map just drawn by the layman of the Zifu in both hands, unfolding it slowly on his knees, and quietly admiring it.The two masters, the demon ghost Xueying and the ghost servant Chusan, stood motionless behind him, bowing and waiting for orders.

At first glance, this picture of mountains and rivers is lifelike with mountains and rivers, and people with houses; but upon careful observation, Mu Feng found that it is far more than that simple, and there are many small black spots that appear to be insignificant, but in fact there are other mysteries.

In the painting, there is an inconspicuous little black spot on a distant snow mountain that never melts all year round.Ordinary people either don't notice it, or think it's a little bit of ink left accidentally when painting.Only when the soul in my mind was stirred up and sensed with divine sense, did I realize that it was actually a very hidden small cave.

Around the entrance of the cave, there is a piece of wild grass covered with snow, and the cold wind howls.Inside the cave, a vole poked its head out ghostly, looking carefully at the surrounding situation.Skinny, with yellow fur, and an empty stomach, it seems that he has been hungry since the heavy snow closed the mountains, and his stomach is already rumbling. [

Outside the entrance of the cave, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and there is no danger in going up.However, there was another small black dot in the sky, an equally hungry goshawk circling in the snow.A pair of sharp eagle eyes had already been staring at the vole poking around in the cave.As soon as the latter climbs out, it will immediately fold its wings and dive straight down from the sky.

Thousands of miles away from the snow-capped mountains, there is a plain with a completely different climate. Vendors are selling different goods in the streets and alleys.At the end of a street, in a dark corner, there is also a faint black spot.It was a naked beggar, skinny as a stick, lying curled up on the dark and damp ground, with a broken bowl in front of him.Although people came and went, no one gave a copper coin, and no one even gave a second glance.Only after a young mother passed by, a little boy who was only over one year old on his back turned his head to look at the beggar curiously, his clear big eyes did not understand this indifferent world.

……

Mu Feng, who appreciated quietly and carefully, gradually discovered many places in the painting that were difficult to notice, and he was amazed!

Miniature sculpture!

Two words quickly appeared in Mu Feng's mind.

What kind of vision and technique do you need to carve a complicated b-person's world on an extremely tiny black dot?

Mu Feng was amazed in his heart, and was in awe of the Layman of the Zifu who was sitting cross-legged across from him. At this moment, he truly realized the other party's skills!

Grandmaster!

Compared with many well-known Legalists in the world, this is a true master of painting.

This picture of mountains and rivers drawn quickly, the whole is magnificent and majestic, making people feel the magnificence of mountains and rivers hundreds of millions of miles away; in the details, it also shows the various poses and different forms of this world, and the writing is like a spirit!Compared with the real map of mountains, rivers and villages, it is not only similar in shape, but also somewhat similar in spirit, vaguely implying a sign of heaven and earth in the painting.

"If the Layman of the Zifu is really sanctified one day and becomes a saint of painting, what kind of scene will the picture of mountains and rivers be like?"

Mu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of an exciting idea.

Although he also has some accomplishments in calligraphy and painting, he knows that he is far behind the Layman of the Zifu, and may never reach this level.If the transcendent and refined Zifu Layman becomes holy physically and possesses the majestic and pure power of the Holy Yuan, he may be able to draw a real picture of the mountains, rivers and community!

"It looks very similar, but unfortunately, it's just similar in shape. A fake is a fake, and it's far from the real thing!"

Mu Feng was amazed, but the layman of Zifu who sat cross-legged across from him shook his head in dissatisfaction, far from being satisfied, he never forgot the real picture of mountains, rivers and society that Mu Feng showed.After a pause, he poured a cup of tea for Mu Feng, and then said: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Mu not only has extraordinary knowledge of the way of painting, but also has outstanding cultivation. It is really amazing to have such cultivation and state of mind at such a young age." Rare. Mr. Yimu is here, how about the disaster in Sifang City?"

Laymen in the Zifu always don't care about common matters, but as the old patriarch of Zhao's residence, which is second to none in Sifang City, he is detached and refined, meditating alone in the Zizhu courtyard, obsessed with the way of painting.Over the years, no question was asked about what happened to the Zhao Manor.However, what happened this time was no small matter. The Sifang City, which used to be sacred and inviolable, was in jeopardy, and the city was about to be destroyed. Even he couldn't help but feel worried.

"The situation... is very bad!"

Mu Feng pondered for a while, telling the truth. [

Although they were in a remote thatched hut, the sound of brutal fighting still came from afar, and the sound of killing shook the sky.Outside the gate of Zizhuyuan, groups of soldiers hurried past from time to time, rushing to the battlefield.The situation became more and more critical. Sifang City mobilized almost all the reserve soldiers, and even temporarily recruited many strong civilians to join the battle and defend with all their strength.

Once the city gate is breached and the guardian circle completely collapses, the demon army that covers the sky and the sun can pour in like a flood.At that time, I am afraid that none of the soldiers and civilians in the city will escape the catastrophe.

The army of heavenly demons is approaching menacingly, but what Mu Feng is more worried about is not the huge number of heavenly demons, but the ancient banyan three monsters and Mu Renxiong and other peerless demons who come and go like wind.These big devils appeared here at the same time, obviously they came prepared; although the high priestess of the moon girl is powerful, but after all, there is only one person, and she may not be able to lead the God's Blessing Warriors under her command to defend the line.

"Then is there any way to defend the castle?" Zifu Layman asked in a deep voice.

In a dangerous moment, Mu Feng's composure and composure made his eyes shine, and he appreciated it all the more.

"No, there is no other way except to fight to the death, unless..."

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled wryly, there was also no good way.After a pause, he continued: "Now, the fierce battle may have just begun, and there are still many more terrifying demons who have not shown up. Once all the demons join forces to attack, the defense line of Sifang City may completely collapse! The Sifang God of this territory will personally act, otherwise, Sifang City may be doomed!"

Speaking of the fierce battle in Sifang City, Mu Feng also had a solemn expression.

Although he was sitting cross-legged in the hut, his powerful divine sense has always shrouded the entire battlefield.In addition to the auras of the Heavenly Demon King, the Three Ancient Banyan Monsters, and Mu Renxiong, he also sensed a powerful aura that was either obvious or dark.Obviously, there are still many peerless demons lurking inside and outside Sifang City.Now, the high priestess of the moon and the many god-blessed warriors are exhausted. Once all the devils attack together, I am afraid that Sifang City will usher in a real nightmare!

bang...

Sure enough, as soon as Mu Feng finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the distance.A huge mountain suddenly fell from the sky, smashing a group of God's Blessed Warriors who were close together into a meat paste.Suddenly, a murderous demon king appeared in the sky. He used his peerless supernatural powers to pull up a nearby mountain, and slammed it into the precarious Sifang City.

In an instant, the morale of the Heavenly Demon army that covered the sky and the sun was greatly boosted, and Qi Qi raised his head and roared loudly, launching a more violent attack.All of a sudden, Sifang City's defenses were tense everywhere, and many big devils lurking in the dark took the opportunity to emerge and attack the many God's Blessed Warriors guarding the fortress.