The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Feng Jing glanced at the detailed and trivial stories, and looked at the painted paintings in the south.

This wall is divided into nine areas. In the central area, those bizarre stories are not painted, but a man in a jade-colored Taoist robe is painted with the most delicate painters.

The man's face was already mottled, but he could see that his skin color, clothes and even his beard were painted very softly and delicately. Although he was only a person in the painting, at first glance, he seemed to be standing alive in front of his eyes.

Feng Jing turned her head to look at the west wall again.

The west wall is still divided into nine areas, and the most central area is still the man, but in this painting, he is no longer wearing the Taoist robe of Yanju, but wearing yellow clothes and a twelve-pronged crown on his head. , holding Huang Yugui in his hand, looks like the emperor of the mortal world,

The face is also invisible in this painting, but the demeanor is detached, the spirit is clear and boned, and one can tell that it is not a mortal.

But how can there be such a lonely royal family in the cultivation world?
In the world of comprehension, how can anyone be favored and raised by the Qilin clan at birth?

Feng Jing unconsciously felt a little curious, and was about to point it out for everyone to see, but her younger sister snatched it up first.

"Looking at us working so hard, brother, do you have the nerve to be lazy over there!"

"Sister, if you want to be lazy, you can do it. There is a seat next to my brother!" For example, when facing Yunying's clumsy tongue, facing Zhuo Yanjia, Feng Jing has too much to say.

Zhuo Yanjia snorted, and muttered in her heart that this brother should just be lazy, so she put her spiritual consciousness into the jade slip again, and continued to look at the place she had just looked at.

The benefits of high-quality jade slips can be seen at this time, and the three of them will not disturb each other when they read them together.

If it was the low-level jade slips that Yunying often used to burn, the jade slips would shatter instantly as soon as Yan Yi's spiritual consciousness was injected.

Although Yun Ying was not disturbed, she still looked up at Feng Jing, and then continued to search with great concentration.

Feng Jing was still staring at the picture of the emperor's attire, trying to identify the boys on the jade gui.

After squinting his eyes for a long time, he recognized the six larger characters as "Central Emperor Yusheng".

The emperor is indeed the king, even bolder than the king, but in the past ten thousand years, he has never heard of a monk who proclaimed himself emperor, even though the lords of cities like Anzhou City and Lingzhou City, which are huge and occupy an area of ​​thousands of miles, will Being honored as a king has never been called an emperor.

Maybe there will be in the spirit world?

He turned back again and examined it carefully from the beginning.

Although these murals are already mottled and there are no words in the middle, but after a little careful inspection, you can find that the order of their depictions is from left to right and from top to bottom.

It is conceivable that the scenes drawn by these bold colors are the events of the emperor's life.

Those who can be recorded by monks are naturally monks, and they can be called kings and emperors among monks, so they are naturally cultivated. Therefore, there are countless major events that can be recorded in his long life. Although the wall is huge, every scene is still painted very small , the characters and monsters are only the size of ants.

Only when it is so crowded and full of paintings can it be barely recorded.

Of course, Feng Jing is more willing to believe that such meticulous painting is also caused by the painter's admiration for the master.

It's not surprising to admire him, the Emperor Yusheng of the Central Committee is an extraordinary person.