Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 786 Don't miss the good times in the world!
Li Shabai, who had always been calm, suddenly became very weird.

He looked at Xu Zhiqiong with a ferocious expression, and asked, "Marquis Yun, are we close friends?"

If we only talk about friendship, Li Shabai and Xu Zhiqiong went through life and death several times, and when Xu Zhiqiong was in trouble, Li Shabai helped him many times, so he is definitely a close friend.

Even kowtowing now is reasonable.

But Li Shabai's definition of best friend is too broad, especially in terms of function.

"Well, Painter Li, it's easy to talk about being married to Jinlan, but it's impossible to sleep together in the same bed."

"You don't need to share the same bed," Li Shabai smiled charmingly, "I want to paint, would Yun Hou be willing to accompany me?"

It is not difficult to accompany him to paint.

But Li Shabai's state is not right.

Some memories seemed to hurt him.

Judging by the look in his eyes, he seemed crazy.

"Yunhou, let's paint together!"

In the studio, ink and cinnabar rose together and circled around.

Xu Zhiqiong knew Li Shabai's method, as long as the ink and cinnabar came into contact with it, Xu Zhiqiong would probably die.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xu Zhiqiong got up immediately, carefully shuttled through the gap between the ink and cinnabar, and quickly came to the door.

Pushing open the door, there was sparkling light in front of my eyes, and a light boat floated on the calm lake.

Li Shabai sat on the small boat, while painting, he said: "Your Majesty Yun, why are you walking in such a hurry?"

This is still a painting, a landscape painting.

Xu Zhiqiong turned around and was about to retreat from the door, but found that the door behind him had disappeared.

Punish the villain!

Xu Zhiqiong touched the punishment order, but he didn't respond.

This is Li Shabai's picture scroll, completely isolated from the outside world, Xu Zhiqiong has no way to use the judge's means to escape.

Ripples suddenly appeared on the originally calm lake, and drops of water rose from the lake.

This is not a lake, this is a lake of ink!
The ink covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire lakeside.

A thunderstorm sounded from the sky, and Xu Zhiqiong realized that something was wrong and it was going to rain.

The ink in the sky is about to rain!
Li Shabai greeted him and said, "It's going to rain, Lord Yun, come and take shelter in my boat."

Take shelter in your boat.

It doesn't seem very safe.

Before the heavy rain fell, Xu Zhiqiong opened the pupil of sin.

He didn't want to look at Li Shabai's crimes. With Li Shabai's cultivation, his crimes are invisible.

He scanned the dense ink droplets in midair, trying to see the direction of the air machine.

The rising ink must be controlled by some kind of qi mechanism, is it the yin and yang technique, or the ink string of the Mohist school?

After observing for a long time, Xu Zhiqiong failed to find the trajectory of the Qi machine, and the ink beads were crumbling in mid-air.

Xu Zhiqiong increased his investment in the power of imagery, his eyes were swollen, bloodshot up, and under the stabbing pain, Xu Zhiqiong's vision was slightly blurred.

He no longer glanced at a piece of ink beads, but stared at an ink bead for careful observation.

When he was about to use the Eye of Sin Karma to its limit, Xu Zhiqiong saw the changes on the ink beads.

One of the round ink beads seems to be irregular, as if someone tied a string to the balloon and pulled it gently.

There really is a thread!

This thread is not made by an air machine, but a real thing.

Xu Zhiqiong focused his eyesight, slowly traced along the thin line, and finally saw the source of the thin line.

It's Li Shabai's writing brush.

The thin lines on the ink beads come from Li Shabai's brush.

Not only this thin thread, but all the ink beads have a thread, and countless thin threads finally converge on the brush in Li Shabai's hand.

It turns out that these filaments are the pens of the brush!
This is how Li Shabai manipulates ink beads. He turns each ink bead into a hanging string puppet, which can be manipulated freely with a brush.

How can you avoid the ink beads that are about to fall?

The key is to strive for control of the brush.

He rushed over and snatched the brush from Li Shabai's hand!

In theory, it's not impossible.

In terms of difficulty, it should be equivalent to painting a chrysanthemum on the master's face while he is awake.

Another thunder blast sounded, and the ink beads gradually fell.

Xu Zhiqiong didn't dodge, he directly mobilized the power of imagery and spread it around.

He also turned the power of imagery into countless filaments, entangled with the brush hairs on Li Shabai's brush.

The ink beads that were supposed to fall vertically were disturbed and avoided where Xu Zhiqiong was.

Li Shabai was startled, and cast a approving look at Xu Zhiqiong.

With a wave of his brush, the ink beads, like raindrops, were blown by the strong wind, rolled and circled, and flew towards Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong increased the power of his imagery, thousands of ink beads fell in all directions, but none of them landed on Xu Zhiqiong's body.

I am really grateful to Yuan Chengfeng for being able to do this.

Yuan Chengfeng tricked Xu Zhiqiong, got lost on the Xingxiu Corridor, and entered that weird hut.

Being tortured in the hut, Xu Zhiqiong learned to use the power of imagery to decipher the chaos technique, and through collision, twisting, breathing, and entanglement, the disordered chaotic air mechanism became orderly.

It is based on this foundation that Xu Zhiqiong can use the power of imagery to accurately disturb every brush stroke around him, and Li Shabai is very impressed by the degree of delicacy.

While disturbing the pen, Xu Zhiqiong took out the guiding lantern.

He didn't want to fight with Li Shabai in the scroll, he had to leave the landscape painting as soon as possible.

The scene in the painting is dusk, Xu Zhiqiong injects yin and yang, and the lantern is lit, leaving only a faint halo on the ground.

While controlling the power of imagery, Xu Zhiqiong moved quickly along the lakeside following the guidance of the lantern.

After walking a hundred or so steps, the halo of the lantern became round, and Xu Zhiqiong arrived at the exit.

Where is the exit?
Surrounded by straight cliffs, you can't see the end when you look up.

Xu Zhiqiong wanted to feel for any gaps on the cliff, but he stretched out his hand and retracted it.

The cliff was covered with ink, and Xu Zhiqiong couldn't touch it easily.

With his thoughts spinning, Xu Zhiqiong mobilized the power of imagery again, allowing the power of imagery to grow an invisible hair in his palm.

The hair replaced Xu Zhiqiong's palm, and he groped back and forth on the cliff, and soon found a gap. After exploring the gap for a while, Xu Zhiqiong felt the texture of the paper.

paper!

Xu Zhiqiong was overjoyed, manipulated the power of imagery, tore a gap in the paper, and rushed out from the gap.

After rushing out of the scroll, Xu Zhiqiong found that he had something extra in his hand.

It is a hoe.

Surrounded by a field, Li Shabai was wearing a straw hat and holding a hoe in his hand.

He skillfully dug up a bunch of weeds, took off his straw hat, fanned the wind, and said to Xu Zhiqiong, "Yun Hou, rest for a while, let's draw a picture together!"

What's happening?
Is this pastoral painting again?

Sitting by the field, Li Shabai drew a cow with his pen and ink.

"With this ox plowing the land, we don't have to work too hard, but this ox has a bit more stubborn temper."

When the words fell, the cow rushed towards Xu Zhiqiong.

It's just a cow, so it's no problem to deal with it.

Xu Zhiqiong manipulated the mandarin duck blade, and chopped off the bull's head with one blow.

The headless cow continued to run towards Xu Zhiqiong, and the cut on its neck kept spurting blood towards Xu Zhiqiong.

The blood is black, or ink.

Xu Zhiqiong was afraid of being splashed with ink, so he could only dodge the headless cow and ran around the field.

Li Shabai drew more than 100 cows in this room, and rushed towards Xu Zhiqiong together.

Xu Zhiqiong couldn't laugh or cry.

Li Shabai said brightly: "Young Marquis, with so many cattle, this large field can be plowed in one day!"

Xu Zhiqiong ran wildly in the field, chasing a herd of cows behind him.

He wasn't just running around aimlessly, he was mobilizing the power of his imagery, looking around for the exit.

After running three more laps, Xu Zhiqiong kicked away a stone the size of a millstone. Below the stone was a hole, the hole in the painting scroll.

Xu Zhiqiong dived headlong into the hole and escaped from this pastoral painting.

The rustic flavor disappeared, replaced by a rich fragrance of powder.

Twelve handsome dancers are wiggling their soft waists on the stage with sweet smiles.

This is the place Xu Zhiqiong is most familiar with - Gou Lan!
The twelve dancers gathered together, just like a budding flower.

When the flowers bloomed, Li Shabai stood in the heart of the flowers and sang loudly: "Yingsongsyanwu, ink painting, life geometry, come and go in a hurry, come and sing a song, don't miss the good times of the world!"

Before Li Shabai could make a move, Xu Zhiqiong did it first.

When you reach the Goulan, you can't let it be at your mercy.

Xu Zhiqiong directly used the Great Goulan Realm, and the dancers on the stage became 24, with their feet staggered and dancing with each other.

You smooth your hair and I lift your skirt, and you open your chest and I bow, let's see whose dancing posture is more unrestrained!
24 dancers competed for beauty, Li Shabai was fascinated by watching.

He suddenly shouted: "Hold on!"

The music stopped abruptly, and the 24 dancers stood still, motionless.

"Such beautiful scenery must be painted." Li Shabai took out the pen and paper and concentrated on painting.

Taking this opportunity, Xu Zhiqiong found the exit of Goulan with the power of imagery, and escaped.

After leaving Goulan, Xu Zhiqiong returned to the studio.

Finally rushed out!

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Xu Zhiqiong touched the punishment order and was about to run away.

Strange, why hasn't the penalty order responded yet?
Li Shabai's voice came faintly to his ears: "There are people in the painting, there are people in the painting, and there are people in the painting, and people must be in the painting."

A wave of yang energy surged, and Xu Zhiqiong shivered.

Famous tricks!

Li Shabai actually knows the skills of famous masters!
As the sun blew, the scenery of the whole studio trembled.

Like a gust of wind blowing, the hanging paintings sway with it.

It's a painting and I'm still painting it!

Xu Zhiqiong quickly mobilized the power of imagery to find an exit.

On the wall, a figure suddenly appeared in a painting.

The figure changed from small to large, and Li Shabai walked out from the hanging paintings.

He looked at Xu Zhiqiong with a peaceful expression, and smiled, "Your Majesty, good means, there are very few people who can crack my painting skills, but it's a pity that you still can't escape."

Yes, there is no escape.

This is Li Qi Tea House.

Li Shabai's paintings are everywhere here.

The big painting is inside the small painting, and the small painting is inside the album. It is too difficult to escape.

No matter how difficult it is, escape!After probing with the power of imagery, Xu Zhiqiong found the exit.

Walking out of this exit, it must still be a painting.

No matter how many paintings there are, you must find a way to rush out!

He was about to rush to the exit, but saw a thin figure walking in from the exit.

Li Shabai glanced at that person: "Chen Bingbi, why are you here?"

Chen Shuncai cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Painter Li, I'm here to ask for some tea."

(End of this chapter)