Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 155

When Mi Luo walked in front of that person, his face suddenly turned red, and his blood rushed up.

The copper coin pressing his shadow jumped slightly, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, was frozen in place again, and then his breath quickly weakened.

"Really, why are you meeting such characters this time?"

Mi Luo shook his head, compared to the previous two encounters in the Illusionary Realm, where the people he encountered were either poor people or trustworthy seniors, the creatures Mi Luo encountered at the beginning this time were not very good.

Whether it was the captain of the caravan, the black general behind, the old woman and Xiaoqing, or the person in front of him, they all no longer regarded human life as human life.

As for the person in front of him, he just wanted to use some kind of desperate method to break away from the suppression of the copper coin, but his ending clearly showed that his strength was not enough to break away from Mi Luo's spell, but he himself was affected by it. Great backlash.

The precious mirror is aimed at this person, the mirror light rotates, and after absorbing his breath and information, it is directly sent into the circulation.

The breath is also absorbed, and the essence is analyzed as well as this piece of land and creatures.

During the period, Mi Luo took a look at the people in the caravan. Based on the memories of the scholars in the treasure scroll and his own observation of the weather, he stretched out his hand to release the demonic aura on several people, then got up with a branch and walked towards the next town. go.

After being reminded by that person earlier, Mi Luo also remembered the origin of the breath on the branch.

It was the spiritual atmosphere he felt in the forest when he went to Yunhua Forest more than ten years ago.

As for the origin of this branch, Mi Luo also saw something from the scholar's memory given by the illusory realm.

In the memory of the scholar, it was already the end of the dynasty.

But between the government and the opposition, it is still believed that the court's destiny is not broken.

The fundamental reason is that 200 years ago, when the imperial court was coming to an end, a fairy from Yunhua Wonderland came to the world to save Dawn, allowing the dynasty to continue for another 200 years.

And the branches left by the immortals in the world back then are the so-called Yunhua Baozhi.

In this illusory realm, the Yunhua Treasure Branch is a treasure that can be connected with the heavens. Obtaining it can not only prolong life, but also ensure the prosperity of the family, and even protect one party's prosperity.

'In fact, the essence is the breath of Hanxia on the branches, which has become the anchor point for the connection between Taixu and Hanxia.Because this illusory realm is not directly connected with the Hanxia land veins, but with the half-volume fragments as the interface, these anchor points can absorb Hanxia's breath at a very weak speed, and transform their own state little by little.And this kind of transformation, in the realm of too illusory, also becomes auspicious such as good weather and good weather.However, compared to Yunhua Baozhi, I am more interested in the legend of the painting of Saint Feisheng 200 years ago. '

Mi Luo put away the branches, took out a miscellaneous book from the book on his back, flipped through a few pages, and stared at the previous story.

The content of the story is very simple. It tells the story of the Zhuge painting sage 200 years ago, who entered the Tao with Danqing, and finally ascended to heaven.

In the story, the Zhuge painter once served as the governor of a place, but due to the endless turmoil in various places at the end of the dynasty, he quelled the local rebellions several times, and wrote a letter asking for relief to the victims, but was rejected by the court, and even demoted one after another. Feeling disheartened, he abandons his official position and wanders the world.

What's interesting is that in the story, although the saint of painting traveled all over the world in the second half of his life, he often used his paintings to pay off due to lack of money, but there are very few works of saints of painting in the world.

As for the legend, when he ascended to immortality, he drew the picture of the six blessed immortals, up, down, southeast, north, and west. There are only rumors and no paintings of him.

However, these legends are believed by many people, regardless of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism.

Just as Mi Luo was watching, there was a sound of hoofbeats in front of him, and then a woman grabbed the galloping horse, jumped off the horse, walked forward with a smile, looked at Mi Luo and said, "You really are a good bookworm!" If you are brave enough to go out alone in the wilderness, you still have the mind to read miscellaneous books. You are not afraid of encountering some mountain spirits and wild monsters who will eat you up."

"However, seeing how fascinated you were by what you just read, [-]% of you didn't know anything, so you just died. It's easy, you don't have to experience any fear and fright." The woman said, lowering her head to look at the content of the book. Exclaimed.

"This is the biography of the painting saint. You also heard the rumors and came to find the painting saint's place of immortality?"

"Xia Bing!"

Hearing this, another man who was traveling with him couldn't help but growl. He looked at Mi Luo and clasped his hands and said, "Xia Fenglei, may I ask who is your master? Why are you teasing me and my sister-in-law?"

"I'm just reading my book, how can I tease you?"

Mi Luo raised his head and looked at the two of them, his perception of the illusory realm was three points worse.

That Xia Fenglei heard the words, but he didn't believe him at all. In his eyes, Mi Luo's aura was so clear that it was difficult to circulate the vitality of the surrounding world. He was a senior with extremely superb cultivation.

How could it be possible that he was just reading a book when he appeared on the only way for his brother and sister?
Xia Fenglei stared at Mi Luo, his aura continued to rise, and accompanied by a melodious knife sound, the long knife on his back flew into the air and automatically fell into his hand, with sympathetic breath, aiming at Mi Luo from a distance.

"Since the senior is unwilling to speak, the junior has no choice but to offend."

As Xia Fenglei swung the long knife in his hand, the surging wind of the knife instantly tore through the surrounding void.

"Brother!" The woman named Xia Bing hurriedly said, but Mi Luo only felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the people in this illusion.

Whether it's the mansion at the beginning, or the monks later, or Xia Fenglei in front of him, they all have a feeling of facial makeup.

It's as if a certain character trait in them is infinitely magnified, and everything they do is done according to this trait.

Mi Luo, who was a little curious, stretched out a hand, and the Bihe pen flew out from the sleeve, gently squeezed it in his hand, and aimed at Xia Fenglei's weak Qi machine.

That Xia Fenglei's complexion changed slightly, although he could feel the faint inspiration contained in this almost decorative brush.

But inspiration is too thin to be considered a treasure at all.

On the one hand, he was annoyed that Mi Luo was belittling him so much, but on the other hand, he secretly reserved three parts of the strength of swinging the knife, so that it would be convenient for him to stop at that time.

"clang!"

It was obviously the collision between the long knife and the nib, but there was the sound of two large metal objects colliding.

Mi Luo turned the Bihe brush in his hand, and ink marks flew out from the void, aiming at the acupuncture points all over Xia Fenglei's body.

In the next second, thunderous collision sounds sounded one after another, and the long knife collided with the ink mark continuously. Every contact made the long knife vibrate continuously, and Xia Fenglei retreated again and again.

Seeing this, Xia Bing was shocked, angry, and a little afraid.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

Every time Mi Luo reported a number, there would be an ink mark on Xia Fenglei's body. When the seventh ink mark appeared on Xia Fenglei's body, he gave up resisting and let an ink mark overturn it. On the ground, he gasped and said: "Senior, your cultivation is as high as the sky, why bother to tease me like this?"

"I said are you finished yet?"

Mi Luo looked at Xia Fenglei, and said with displeasure on his face: "It was you who disturbed my reading, and you who did it first, and I countered that it was you who teased you? Is it wrong to do anything with me? Or do you say this? The Tao is yours, so I can’t leave?”

After Mi Luo said a few words, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, which was quite different from his usual habits.

He observed inwardly silently, the bright light above the Lingtai was as usual without any waves.

In the mind, there is no sense of impatience and anger.

But between the movement and the stillness, there is always a strange feeling that is difficult to clean up, becoming irritable, irritable, and even easy to be happy and sad.

'Is this also the influence of the illusory realm? '

Mi Luo looked around, and the phantom of the precious mirror appeared in his pupils, reflecting towards the surroundings.

But his actions made the Xia brothers and sisters a little at a loss.

Originally, after Mi Luo's previous scolding, the two already knew that Mi Luo appeared here, and it was really just a coincidence.

But Mi Luo's subsequent actions made them a little worried, so they looked around.

ps: If you have any suggestions for the new plot, you can mention them in the article.

　Sorry, it's an hour late, mainly because this chapter feels a bit wrong no matter how it is written, and it has been revised twice.Then a very important setting has been mentioned here, and it will also be a more important foundation for Miro's name in the future. Interested readers can leave a message to guess.

　　
　
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