Grand Nuo Lord

Chapter 34 Murals
On the second floor of Qingshan Pavilion, Xie Yi was reading the receipt, which was the proof of the transaction between him and Xu Yan.

It contains the time and place of the transaction, the mysterious origin of Qianjun Pen, and the transaction price. They are all written in great detail. It also has the signatures of both parties to the transaction.

The written evidence was made in triplicate, with Xie Yi and Xu Yan each holding one copy, and Qingshan Pavilion keeping one copy.

There is written evidence to prove that any problems in the future are the buyer and seller's own business, and Hongyeji will not be responsible.

The price of Qianjun Pen was set at five hundred spirit coins, which was the normal market price. Xu Yan mentioned it himself.

Although he was in urgent need of money to sell the pen, it was not as big as the lion's. It was as much as it was worth. As a scholar, he still had this virtue.

Xie Yi agreed without lowering the price or giving more.

He knew that Xu Yan was in trouble, and he had a good impression of Xu Yan. The two of them had shared difficulties just now, but he didn't give him an extra penny.

The two entered the first floor, but they did not see the Jizhu, but the testimony and written evidence of the Jizhu's daughter.

As soon as the girl saw Xu Yan, she called "Brother Yan" in a friendly tone, as if she were seeing her own brother.

Xie Yi immediately knew that the relationship between the leader and Xu Yan was unusual. It was more than just being from the same sect. The two families were probably family friends.

Xu Yan was so short of money that he did not borrow it from the collector, but instead set up a stall to sell family heirlooms, which shows that he is a person with very strong self-esteem.

Xie Yi only met him for the first time, and their friendship was not deep. There was no need to pay more, which would hurt Xu Yan's self-esteem.

After the transaction between the two was completed, Xu Yan left.

The girl led Xie Yi to the room on the second floor, and then went to find the owner, but he never came back.

It's now past the time for tea, and the leader of the gathering has not shown up, and I don't know what he is up to.

Xie Yi put away the papers, stood up and went to a wall to look at the murals on the wall.

The mural features majestic green mountains, misty white clouds, and a waterfall hanging in the mountains. The colors are bright but not flashy, and the brushwork is elegant and refined. It is obviously the work of a famous artist.

This is a spiritual painting, drawn with special pen and ink, which contains the spiritual power and divine will of the practitioner.

If an ordinary person looks at it, this painting will be static. Apart from finding it beautiful, there will be no special feeling.

But in the eyes of practitioners, this painting is moving. The flowers and trees, white clouds, waterfalls, and the sun in the sky are all alive.

Xie Yi was also good at painting spiritual paintings, and his best painting was the white horse.

Such a huge landscape painting requires a huge amount of mana and spiritual power. He cannot yet draw it, but it does not prevent him from enjoying it.

He stared at the painting and felt that the mountain was getting closer and closer to him. The wind blew down from the wall, and he gradually closed his eyes.

The breeze was blowing, and the beard on his face was blown. He smelled the smell of soil and flowers, heard the wind, the rustling of leaves, the sound of birds, and the sound of water from the waterfall.

Spiritual painting has the ability to turn the imaginary into reality, and the false into reality. These smells, sounds, and feelings are all transformed by the meaning of the painting, but they are extremely real, as if he is really in a mountain.

Xie Yi was immersed in this kind of Dharma, his body relaxed, his mind was calm, and the sounds in his ears, the smell at the tip of his nose, and the wind around him all became clearer.

The mural is glowing, the sound of wind and water can be heard from the painting, and the sunshine and clouds are coming out of the painting, wrapping around Xie Yi's body. The divine meaning in the painting has been connected with his soul.

Although Xie Yi's eyes were closed, he could already see the picture in his thoughts at this moment. His mind was connected to the mural and he was wandering in the mural.

He walked through the bushes, waded across the creek, climbed over the hillside, and came to a place full of mountain flowers.

The sun is shining, wild flowers of all colors are blooming on the hillside, butterflies are flying, and bees are gathering nectar.

Although this was a picture in a mural, he felt it was real.

The temperature of the sun, the fragrance of wild flowers, the sound of wind caused by the fluttering wings of butterflies, and the buzzing of bees are all exactly the same as the real thing.

I don't know when there were two more people in the room, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and a girl in Confucian uniform. They were Feng Lin, the leader of Hongye Collection, and his daughter Feng Xi.They walked into the room without making a sound, just staring at Xie Yi under the mural.

Xie Yi had been standing under the wall, as if he hadn't noticed them at all. He looked up at the mural with a look of fascination.

His eyes were closed, but his eyelids were trembling.

His body was trembling, and his breath was messed up. He wanted to take it back, but he couldn't. He was already entangled in the dharma intention on the mural.

The lines and colors on the mural were blurred, and turned into different colors of air, which floated down from the wall and wrapped around Xie Yi, like a spider wrapping its prey.

Xie Yi didn't know what was happening to him. At this moment, he was lying on the hillside, feeling the bright spring light and the fragrance of flowers.

"The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, far away from the mundane world and the grievances of the world. If you can live here in a cottage, drink and paint every day, make tea and listen to the wind, how much will it be like?"

He suddenly had the idea of ​​withdrawing from the world and living in seclusion in the mountains.

As soon as this idea came out, it was like a seed that fell to the ground, took root and germinated, and grew wildly in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard a delicate cry. The sound seemed to come from the mountains and fields, passing through the forest. The wind picked up and the leaves rustled.

The hair on his body stood on end, and he felt that the wild flowers all over the mountains and plains exuded a piercing murderous intent.

Just like when he saw a meadow full of flowers and was about to lie down happily, a poisonous snake suddenly jumped out from among the flowers, opened its mouth and exposed its fangs, and bit him on the neck.

This huge gap between joy and surprise is more terrifying than pure fright.

In the room, the coils of air wrapped around Xie Yi's body tightened instantly.

Feng Xi's eyes were startled, and she raised her hand to cover her mouth, almost screaming.

Feng Lin did not move. He stood with his hands behind his back. His aura flowed like water, but his eyes were as calm as a mountain, showing no signs of any disturbance.

He is as quiet and heavy as a mountain, and as ruthless as a mountain.

At this moment, Xie Yi's trembling eyelids suddenly opened, his eyes flashed red, and he let out a dull cold snort.

As soon as the sound came out, it exploded in the room, like thunder, like a landslide, the whole room was shaken, and the teapot and teacup on the table instantly shattered and exploded.

The Qi threads wrapped around Xie Yi's body instantly disintegrated, and the Qi threads extending from the mural shrank back instantly like a frightened snake.

With a click, cracks on the wall spread instantly. The entire wall was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the colors on the murals also dimmed.

Xie Yi looked at the mural on the wall and saw that the center of the crack was the hillside where his mind was just now.

The hillside is full of wild flowers, and among the wild flowers lies a beautiful girl. Although she is only the size of a melon seed, the painting is very detailed. She is dressed in colorful clothes and has all the five features.

Her face was full of horror and fear, and there was blood oozing from her eyebrows, mouth, and nose.

Xie Yi had sweat on his forehead. He looked at the face of the woman on the mural with a hint of fear in his eyes. "It was so dangerous. I was almost swallowed by the demon spirit imprisoned in this painting."

Fortunately, he reacted in time just now. Before the danger came, he broke away from the hallucination of the mural and let out that cold snort.

That cold snort contained a spell he got from Kaishan Ye, called Zhenshan Roar, also known as Epileptic Roar.

When he used this method to kill Tang Chong before, he used this roar to scare everyone on the street into crawling on the ground, as if they had suddenly gone crazy. Some people were even scared to the point of peeing.

The method of the gods contains the power of the gods, and has the power to shake the soul and intimidate the soul.

Although the demon spirit just now was a clone, it had the power to confuse people's hearts. It lured him into the illusion, and when he was relaxed, he wanted to devour his soul, and he was directly shocked to death.

"The person chosen by General Kaishan is indeed extraordinary. With a roar, the demon spirit trapped in the painting for hundreds of years was shocked to death." Feng Lin said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)