A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 775 Draw!There are three thousand gates on the ruthless avenue, and there is a world of listening to the magic pen!

Listen to the building.

After Mr. Ren left, Shi Hua carefully tidied up the study.He threw his graffiti into the bamboo basket next to him.Then, start to grind the ink and moisten the pen.

There was a cry.

Shi Hua raised his head, looked out the window, and couldn't help but frowned: "Feihe? It's been a long time since Feihe passed on the letter!"

Then, seeing the crane, it went straight to the northwest.

Northwest, that is not their village.After all, there are several villages like them on the outskirts of Baishan.

Grind the ink, moisten the pen, lay out the paper, and burn the spices.The painter's hands and feet were nimble, and he was ready to stop soon.Although the Tingjie Building has not been used for many years, it is spotless and quite clean.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are also exquisite, and there is no trace of time at all.

Three poles in the sun.

The waiter guessed that his young master was coming, so he went to the door to look around.

Sure enough, a white-faced scholar came slowly along the path.

He is dressed in a Confucian robe and holds a folding fan in his hand, giving him an elegant air.Seeing that he is only about 30 years old, his body is a bit thin, but his complexion is good.

He walked around three times, chanting words in his mouth, as if he was reciting a poem.

Shi Hua looked at his young master's state, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.Although the waiter has seen a lot of paintings, every time he sees his son's appearance, he finds it interesting.

In the words of the pig herder, it is your son who is so angry.However, there are not many poems that can be understood by his young master, and Shihua is one of them.

From Shi Hua's point of view, what his young master said were not elegant words, but rather vulgar.

"The gods are good, the gods are good, drink and sing and sleep; the gods are good, the gods are good, be free and happy. The gods, go once; the common people, go once! If you ask, which is better? I say to myself, the ordinary is the way !"

"My lord!" Shi Hua couldn't help but yelled when he heard that his ears really hurt.

"Hehe!" The scholar had already walked in front of the waiter, "Why, my poems are not good?"

"My lord, what a poem! What a poem!" Shi Hua hurriedly said with a smile.

"A good poem?" The scholar disapproved, looked at Shi Hua with a half-smile and said, "Shi Hua, you are not sincere!"

"Of course, I didn't mean it!" Shi Hua cursed in his heart, but he didn't speak.

The scholar entered the Tingjie Building with a smile, and then looked around briefly.The playful look in his eyes subsided involuntarily.

In both eyes, is full of depth.

And following the entry of the scholar, a pair of vigorously written couplets appeared on both sides of the bamboo gate of Tingjie Building.

"Three thousand gates on the Ruthless Avenue, listen to the magic pen of the world!"

"My lord, everything is ready!" said the waiter, "Also, just now, Mr. Ren passed by and said he would bring fish to drink with you at noon, and he will meet Senior Tu!"

"Are all the fishermen and pig farmers here?" The scholar's eyes recovered.

"Yeah!" Shi Hua nodded, "I have already agreed for you. Mr. Ren, I told you to prepare the wine!"

"Is the wine ready, or is the wine ready?" The scholar frowned.

"That Mr. Ren didn't explain it clearly!" Shi Hua scratched his head.

"Hehe!" the scholar nodded, "then get ready for the bar! After all, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I guess the pig farmer can bring the pig's hand. Waiting for the painting, you take out a piece of my green ant wine Altar?"

"My lord, is green ant good wine?" Waiter Hua grinned.

"What? Could it be that the wine you usually give me is not good wine?" asked the scholar.

"Huh?" Waiter Hua was a little speechless, "It's good wine! Then, young master, I'll prepare some side dishes. You paint slowly!"

"En!" The scholar nodded, and then instructed, "Shihua, just get some vegetarian dishes. Otherwise, eating too much fish and meat will make you uncomfortable."

"Understood! I'm going to prepare now." Waiter Hua went out with a dark face.well!Such a stingy master made him, a book boy, very embarrassed.

The waiter left, and the scholar looked at his back and couldn't help but smile.

"Pastor painting! Don't be stingy, how can life be fun? Ha ha!"

Immediately, the scholar put down the folding fan in his hand, and grabbed the pen with one hand.However, he didn't write immediately, but looked at the wastebasket.

In the wastebasket, there are also graffiti drawn by the waiter.

The scholar thought about it.

Just now, the graffiti that had been cleaned up by Shi Hua started directly.

A piece of white paper with scribbled ink on it, messy, and it is impossible to see what is painted.However, the scholar's eyes were fixed, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Shihua, are you good at this skill?" The scholar said to himself, "If this continues, you will be able to be your own in a few years!"

The whole painting is full of random lines, and there is no pattern at all.However, in the eyes of scholars, it is completely different.In the eyes of scholars, they are worlds one by one.

"Hehe! Although it's a bit weaker, it just saves me some effort in arranging." The scholar picked up the paintbrush, and sketched a few seemingly random strokes on the graffiti.

At this time, in the eyes of ordinary people, the painting is still a mess.

However, the mystery is very well known.

call--

The scholar blew on the painting.

Looking at it again, the painting directly radiated mysterious light, as if it was alive.

The stars are dotted with colorful light.

Listen to the magic pen of the world, and draw the universe.

"Hehe! Lian Hun, I helped you. As for whether you can come out in the end, it depends on your luck. I am a scholar, but I haven't painted by myself for a long time!"

"You just have to accept this good fortune! Ha--" The scholar's thought moved, and the painting instantly turned into light smoke.

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Necronomicon Star Field, Fragmentary Star Field.

Su Mo's magic boat stopped in the void and did not move forward.

"Su Mo, are we trapped in a formation?" Ye Wuhui asked.

"Yeah!" Su Mo frowned and nodded, "It seems that this formation has not been set up for a long time. Because the whole formation is full of novelty, as if someone just disturbed the world!"

"Before, when we didn't enter the broken star zone, everything seemed to be normal here!"

"Oh?" Ye Wuhui was taken aback, "In the Necromancer Starfield, who has such great power to set up a reincarnation-level formation?"

"Samsara-level large formation?" Su Mo shook his head and smiled wryly, "If it is a reincarnation-level large formation, how can it trap me? What's more, the jump of the magic boat just now, even the peak of the reincarnation-level formation, should be able to jump out. But we didn't succeed!"

"Then this is a Grand Formation of Venerables?" Ye Wuhui couldn't believe it.

"That's right!" The black light in Su Mo's magic pupils flickered, "The formation of the Venerable is quite advanced. Such a formation is enough to trap a Venerable."

"So, this is specially prepared for us?" Ye Wuhui asked.

"It looks like it!" Su Mo nodded, "But, as you said, who has such great power? To build such a large formation, it must be at least a top-level venerable."

"Even, it may be the legendary Lian Shi!"

"Then what should we do now?" Ye Wuhui asked.

"I'll try again to see if I can go back to the hidden soul altar cave? You come back first!" Su Mo said.Ye Wuhui nodded, and then flew back to Su Mo's sea of ​​consciousness.

Su Mo put away the magic boat, then moved his body, and slammed forward to the left.

(End of this chapter)