The life simulator of the strange world

Chapter 154
Zhu Qi asked puzzledly: "Since it is a fairyland on earth, why did it become like this?"

Fei Lian was lying on the ground like an old cow. He bit through the grain bag next to him and chewed the grain: "When "Mirage Picture" was first painted, a sea appeared in the sky out of thin air, and anyone could enter it. , It is almost immortal inside, countless people rush in, but Huatian miscalculated one thing, even if there is a fairyland on earth where there is no worries about food and drink, birth, old age, sickness and death, people will not stop fighting and fighting."

Zhu Qi nodded, what Fei Lian said was correct, what people can never learn is peace.

"Moreover, there is another problem with Huatian's "Mirage Picture". All the people who enter the painting are trapped in the painting for a long time, unable to leave, and completely merged with the painting."

Fei Lian said: "Before I heard that Huatian's "Mirage Picture" has become a dangerous place, and now I see it, it really is."

"Hua Tianzhen doesn't know himself?" Zhu Qi asked.

"I know, but he's the kind of person you think he cares about others?" Fei Lian commented maliciously.

Zhu Qi ignored Fei Lian's malicious subjective evaluation. At least in Zhu Qi's view, it was a very correct choice for Huatian Zhenjun to subdue Fei Lian. If Fei Lian was released outside, he would kill many innocent people.

""Picture of Mirage"?" Zhu Qi asked: "The same painting as "Picture of Hundred Saints Attending a Banquet" was made by Huatian Zhenjun. Why is there such a big gap between these two paintings?"

"Hundred Saints Attending a Banquet" gathers hundreds of saints, and it is painted by Tian Zhenjun himself, but in the end it can only be used for visualization, which is far from the "Mirage Picture" that created a small city-state world.

"I don't know, I'm not Huatian." Fei Lian said impatiently, he only hated Huatianzhenjun, how could he take the initiative to study Huatianzhenjun's pen and ink.

"Among the hundred saints, how strong is Huatian Zhenjun?" Zhu Qi asked again.

"Baisheng?"

Flying sickle ox spouted a stream of white air from its nose, and said disdainfully: "There is only one monkey, one monk, and one snake to see among the Baisheng. They don't even dare to fart!"

Zhu Qi directly chose to ignore Fei Sickle's self-boasting.

There are also strong and weak points in the Great Sage Realm, and it seems that the gap is huge. Huatian Zhenjun should belong to the top few masters among them, maybe he can be ranked in the top three?
Zhu Qi knows that Fei Lian still has a lot of content that he deliberately concealed, but he probably already understands the content.

This world really is a painting.

"You're really lucky, kid." Fei Lian said, "It's a dangerous place for others, but it's a blessed place for you. In this world, you are the only heir to Huatian, and you are the only one in this "Mirage Picture" I can take it away."

"take away?"

Zhu Qi was shocked: "What's the use of taking it away?"

Just a moment ago, he was still thinking about how to escape for his life, how to leave this world safely, but the next moment, Fei Lian told himself that he could pack up the entire mirage and take it away!

Fei Lian winked and said, "Jinwu Zangjiao."

A cow making such a wretched expression makes people feel uncomfortable.

"How?" he asked.

"Don't you know it, and you still need me to teach you?" Fei Lian snorted: "Hurry up and put me back in the painting, or I will melt!"

Zhu Qi nodded and sealed the flying sickle back into the painting.

It's raining outside.

Zhu Qi stood on the roof, looking at the whole town.

In my mind, I am recalling the four styles inherited by Hua Tianzhen, namely ink research, brush writing, drawing objects, and sealing paintings.

The mirage picture has been completed, but now it belongs to the ownerless thing, and because too many people poured into it, it has been polluted by human distracting thoughts and turned into a Shura hell.

So repaint and get rid of the clutter.

In the sword box, the water talisman sword flew out and fell into Zhu Qi's hands.

There is water everywhere here, and there is no need to grind the ink.

The talisman sword rolled the rainwater accumulated on the ground, and the water flow converged to form a long spear.

pen!

The whole sea city was shocked.

Yuewang Shanxin, who was far away on the top of the mountain, mentioned it, and the whole world seemed to tremble. He had to mention Xiaoyu and Xiaoyu, and was ready to escape at any time.

Painting!

The spear made of water flicked.

Zhu Qi has no ability to change the paintings that affect Tianzhenjun, but the rain all over the ground has turned into his ink, and he paints with the four styles inherited by Huatianzhenjun, so there is no pressure to control the space.

The sky is clouded over.

There was thunder.

Kacha...!
Mirage has rained many times before, but there has never been a sound of thunder.

After the thunder, the rain fell.

Wash away the folds of human skin and the body that turned into fluid and drilled out of the mouth.

The houses also disappeared one by one, replaced by a much smaller range, but with many more fairy-like pavilions.

It turned out that there were not so many private houses in the first drawing of "Mirage Picture", but people greedily remodeled and expanded this place, and finally turned into this sea city.

Seal the painting!

Following Zhu Qi's finger down.

A cloud and mist shrouded his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he was standing on the desert sand.

In front of Zhu Qi, there was a scroll painting that popped open.

There are pavilions, terraces and pavilions in the painting, but there are no bustling crowds, and it looks very quiet.

Moreover, Zhu Qi noticed that there was a hole the size of a little finger in the position of the cliff drawn in "Mirage Picture".

"It turns out that in the simulator, I escaped from here."

He put away the "Picture of Mirage", put it together with the scroll painting of Fei Sickle and "Picture of the Banquet of Hundred Saints", and carried it next to the sword box.

It's still noon.

"I don't know what happened to Yue Wangshan and the others."

Zhu Qi turned around and walked back. There were no figures of Yue Wangshan and the three of them in the painting. It was very possible that they came out of the painting, and it was very unlikely... that they died in the painting.

Everyone has his own destiny, and he seeks happiness for himself.

Zhu Qi returned to the desert inn.

"Guest officer, are you back?"

The proprietress came out to say hello: "Have you ever seen Haishi?"

In the past, there were a lot of people from Tai Xianzong and Baixing Taoist Temple, and they would have food and drink in the next life. Zhu Qi thought it was an abandoned inn, but he didn't expect that it was actually run by someone.

Zhu Qi nodded. It is not suitable to talk about the heavy casualties.

"Is there something to eat?"

He ate dry food for many days, and there was no oil in his stomach, so when he returned to the inn, he naturally wanted to satisfy his appetite first.

The proprietress nodded: "Of course! The lamb that was just slaughtered is roasting later."

"Bring a piece of mutton," Zhu Qi said, "and a pot of wine!"

He casually grabbed a bank note and slapped it on the table without looking at the denomination.

The proprietress took a look, her eyes sparkling.

"Guest officer, wait a moment, I'll go to the back kitchen and let those bastards quickly grill the meat!"

Zhu Qi nodded, grabbed the water glass, and poured himself a glass of water.

Bang!
The door of the inn was pushed open again, and a flustered person came in: "Miss Boss, hurry up and give me something to eat!"

Zhu Qi raised his eyebrows, he turned out to be an acquaintance, Taoist Huang Jin!

(End of this chapter)