Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 816: Vast World, Infinite Treasures

The light rain was spreading like countless stars falling from the sky.

At that time, Wen Jiao was being entangled and dragged by countless vascular tentacles. She was losing her energy and her spirit was wandering. She fell into the deepest despair.

In her mind, she even began to recall her first half of life, which was not sure whether it was long or short. During the past hundred years, all kinds of experiences flowed through her heart. She had no regrets, except that she had left that day and would never see the fairy again.

Wen Jiao whispered: "Fairy Song, I, I have failed you after all... I am sorry..."

The sound was contained in her mouth, half hidden and half revealed. Suddenly, Wen Jiao's voice full of regret stopped abruptly.

A golden spot of light stained her brow, and her wandering soul was suddenly sucked into a mysterious and strange space.

The immortal seeker who was dragging Wen Jiao with his vascular tentacles was obviously completely unaware of the changes in his prey. The corners of his eyes were cracked hideously, and although his whole body was still roughly human-shaped, dark red blood vessels had already emerged from various parts of his body like insects and snakes.

As he absorbed Wen Jiao's energy and strength, the blood vessels that emerged from them grew longer and longer, and his own aura also increased rapidly at the same time.

Wen Jiao is getting weaker, and he is getting stronger!
More and more blood vessels are laid out, just like a dragnet in the Shura world.

In the Howling Wind Camp, some people were cursing and shouting in pain, while others were screaming miserably.

Looking further out, almost the entire Zhenyao Pass is like this, even the entire Zhenyao City, the entire Liangzhou, and Yuzhou are all like this.

The vast land of Kyushu has not a single inch of land free from the Zerg invasion.

The current situation is so tragic, and Wen Jiao is deeply trapped in a strange space, experiencing earth-shaking and wonderful changes.

Haoxu Fairy Island and the human world have witnessed the vicissitudes of time: "One day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world", and the light spot space that Wen Jiao is trapped in at this moment also allows her to experience similar changes.

It’s just that when the time difference between Haoxu Fairy Island and the human world corresponds to each other, it is “half a day on Haoxu Fairy Island, one hundred years in the human world”, while when compared with the light spot space that Wen Jiao is trapped in and the human world, it is “a moment in the human world, an countless amount of time has passed in the light spot space”.

The so-called unknown number means that one cannot figure out the exact passage of time.

Or, in other words, when she was trapped in this situation, Wen Jiao almost completely lost the concept of time.

She had no time to think about how long she had stayed here. She only knew that as soon as she walked in, the first thing she saw was countless figures, some of whom were unrestrained, some were wild, some were gentle, some were elegant... They were flying in front of scrolls of indescribable length, splashing ink and moving back and forth.

There is a man with a tall hat and a wide belt, holding a big brush and tapping his feet.

He flew up lightly, and said in a crazy and drunken tone: "The vivid portrayal is in this..."

"One stroke of a silk thread is better than countless stiff drawings!"

"She walks lightly on water, her silk stockings are covered with dust...hahaha, how beautiful!"

In his writings, there are majestic fairy mountains winding out of the world, princes and nobles gazing at them across the water, and goddesses of the fairyland riding on clouds and wind, light steps, coming gracefully.

It's like a painting, more like a world, and clearly a story.

This is not just a story or a legend, it also refers to the romantic and beautiful love and hate between heaven and earth, between gods and mortals.

what is this?

Wen Jiao's gaze moved away, and finally saw it at a certain moment.

It turns out that this is... "The Picture of the Goddess of Luo River"!
How could Wen Jiao, who has always relied on spiritual self-study and enlightenment, have ever seen this?
Only then did she realize that painting... could actually be done this way!
Draw a story, draw a legend, draw the infatuation of lovers, draw the body of an immortal, the heart of a mortal, the entanglement of love and pain, separation and reunion, sorrow and joy.

Wen Jiao was stunned, she felt that she was just a floating soul in this place, but at this moment, her soul seemed to have a real existence. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing was rapid, and her whole body was electrified.

Inspiration bursts forth like a mountain torrent and waves roll forth like thousands upon thousands of seas.

……

But this is just the beginning.

In the light spot space before our eyes, there is more than just a painting of the Goddess of Luo River.
In this endless space, there are clearly countless scrolls and countless figures.

I saw a young man standing alone in the world, walking and writing. With each stroke he depicted the mountains and rivers, and each stroke described the years.

Towering mountains, beautiful rivers, and endless layers of green and blue are like glaciers breaking into a volcano. In this clear world, the sky and earth are vast and boundless.

Wen Jiao was so fascinated by the painting that she was shocked when she noticed the signature on the corner of the scroll.

Oh, this is... "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"!
It's not just "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", there's more, there's more...what else?

There are also the magnificent and exquisite "Heavenly King Delivering a Child", the majestic and vast "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", the peculiar and handsome "Riding a Donkey and Thinking of Home", the majestic "Snowy Landscape", the vigorous and powerful "Pine Wind in Myriad Valleys"...

It’s incalculable, absolutely incalculable.

I can’t finish it, I can’t finish it at all!
Wen Jiao was just like a mouse that fell into a rice jar, or a poor beggar who had been half-hungry and half-full for a hundred years. Finally, when she saw a magnificent feast, she understood why she was hungry.

She studied eagerly and madly.

At some point, a scroll appeared in her hand.

It was a long blank scroll. At first glance, the scroll looked a little old. The gray and white fabric was slightly yellowed, clearly bearing the marks of time.

This is exactly Wen Jiao's natal treasure, the old linen cloth that Song Ciwan had blessed for her on the fishing boat in Baili Dang!

Wen Jiao unfolded the linen canvas. The original figure on the canvas had disappeared, replaced by a painting space that was completely left to Wen Jiao to decide.

She stretched out her other hand into the air, and a charcoal pencil appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The charcoal pencil changed and instantly became a white cloud-like brush of arbitrary length.

Wen Jiao took advantage of the spark of inspiration that burst out in her mind, lightly touched the tip of her pen, and wrote and drew again.

Time flies by, she writes and draws countless times, the drawing paper is blank again and again, her wrist seems to be thicker than before...

But in the real world, only a moment passed.

The immortal seeker dragged Wen Jiao along. He was particularly intoxicated and delighted by the blood and energy of Wen Jiao, a talented painter. The blood vessels scattered throughout his body had spread out to a distance of three hundred feet. Those blood vessels were like demon snakes, pouncing on all living creatures wherever they passed.

They entwine, pierce, and swallow...

It is omnipresent and penetrates every pore!
The immortal seeker's voice was cold, with an inorganic madness: "Foolish mortal, even if you practice for thousands of years, you are just wasting the world's resources in vain. You are so stupid, it is better to worship the Lord God."

His blood vessel tentacles twisted and were about to pierce Wen Jiao's heart in an instant.

At this moment, Wen Jiao opened her tightly closed eyes.