Demon Eye Shura

After the incident of buying paintings ended, Lin Fan became well-known.Thousands of people come here every day to admire the humble painting house, including men, women, young and old, merchants and civilians, royal dignitaries, and people from all walks of life.It can be said that Mochizuki is almost popular.Even Longkongxuan, a century-old brand, was far behind when its business was at its peak.

Before evening, there was a long queue in front of the small painting house, many people were waiting quietly for the door of the painting house to open with golden tickets in their hands.

But to our disappointment, that young man did not come over that night.Many people waited all night in vain.

In fact, Zhuo Yifan came here after his work was over that night, only to see so many people guarding here.Immediately, he lost his character and had to turn back halfway.

He wanted to create momentum for the painting house, but the current situation was not what he wanted.He was building momentum, and all of this was to pave the way for Lin Fan and end the karma and fate of his previous life.He is naturally not a gentleman, nor a villain, nor a saint.So there is no need for so many people to follow.

Life is alive, there are some things, and some things are not.

Zhuo Yifan didn't know what he would do in the future and what he was after.But at least for now, he just wants to be himself, Zhuo Yifan!Bring back everything that was lost!He wants to experience a feeling, the feeling of not being bound by cause and effect, not bound by fate.

For the next whole month, the door of the painting house was locked tightly, and people's interest gradually faded.Everything seems to be back to normal.

On this day, in the early morning, the door of the painting house opened, and Zhuo Yifan looked at the empty painting house, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.He stood there silently for a long time.Looking for the quietness buried deep in my heart.

Painting tools are ready.Zhuo Yifan started to write lightly.He has not painted for more than 30 days, but he never feels unfamiliar, but instead has a sense of familiarity in his heart.

Tapping on the azure blue color ink lightly, Zhuo Yifan took a deep breath.A brand new world is depicted on a square scroll with a length and width of five meters.

This time, he wants to reproduce the "Picture of Reeds and Galaxy", the taboo that almost made him go mad and die!

Ever since that obsession, Tianyan's method has become an indelible lump in his heart, and he has never touched it.Or dare not touch.Because Zhuo Yifan was afraid, afraid that with his immature mind, he would fall into the trap again.

However, the young man at this moment cannot talk at the same time.

In the past two years, the young man has been tempered by the heat and the world, which has already raised his mind and state of mind to a new level.Although he looks young, his heart is thousands of times more mature than any boy of the same age in this world.Perseverance a thousand times.

The pure white scroll and the aura on the fingertips seem to blend together, and the paintbrush in the young man's hand shuttles back and forth among the stars.Just like the reed in the galaxy diagram, exuding endless divine power!

If there are monks in Wangyue City, they will definitely find that there are many supernatural powers in the world at this moment, that is, even the thin heaven and earth spiritual energy is much thicker than before.

The monks cheered and seized every opportunity to practice at this moment, but they didn't know what kind of power awakening was behind the supernatural power...

At this moment, the fire of Shura was rekindled!And summoned the aura of the entire world to gather here, telling people that the tenth generation of the Great Asura Devil Emperor is about to recover!

For seven whole days, Zhuo Yifan lived in a painting house, composing the stars under his hands, and creating a completely different vastness.

Finally, at noon on the eighth day, this map of the reed galaxy was finally completed.That reed, that old Taoist, has a total of eight thousand and six star points, perfectly presented.From the looks of it, it is almost the same as the original picture, but it is still a little different.

Because this picture incorporates Zhuo Yifan's intentions!

While observing, there was a creak.The door was pushed open, and a child cautiously poked his head out.

This is a very small child, less than three years old, just learning to walk, walking crookedly, stumbling, but very stubborn, unwilling to let the attendants behind him support him.

The child walked a few steps and came to Zhuo Yifan's side. His big eyes rolled around, staring at the map of the galaxy in a daze.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the child, with a smile, reached out and stroked the boy's head lightly: "Do you like this painting?"

"Yeah!" The child seemed to understand what it meant, and made a milky sound in his mouth.He sucked his fingers and looked at the boy in front of him innocently.Like a porcelain doll, cute and immature, naive.

Zhuo Yifan smiled dumbly.Rolling up the painting slowly, he took a piece of red silk from the side, tied it up, and gently handed it to the child.

The child took the picture scroll, his face was full of smiles, revealing two small dimples on his cheeks, and he babbled several times at Zhuo Yifan, as if to thank him.Immediately, he walked towards the door with a smile on his face.

Zhuo Yifan got up and followed the child, only to see a stunning woman standing at the door, with snow-covered clothes, wide sleeves flying up, beautiful eyes as clear as autumn water, delicate dimples as white as creamy fat, and a faint fragrance of flowers all over her body.The woman looked at the child with kindness in her eyes, and when she saw the child stumbling into her arms holding a picture scroll, her eyes lit up.

After hesitating for a while, she slowly unfolded the scroll, and was taken aback. She was flattered and approached with the painting in her hands. She made a slight bow to Zhuo Yifan and said, "Hua Rong came here uninvited. I hope Senior Lin will not blame you. Although Hua Rong is not I know painting, but I also know that the value of this painting is immeasurable, this gift is too expensive, and Hua Rong will never accept it."

The guards and servant girls at the door were all surprised when they saw Concubine Hua objecting to the young man's respectful salute.They are close friends of Concubine Hua, they have never been out of the palace these years, they don't know Zhuo Yifan's identity, nor do they know about Qianjin Painting House.

Under the surprised gazes of these people, Zhuo Yifan leaned over and picked up the boy, shook his head and said, "It's just a blank sheet of paper. Before he grows up, please take good care of him." After finishing speaking, he looked Looking outside the door, he said lightly: "Brother Chen is here?"

After saying that, I saw an old man coming from outside the door, bowing respectfully and saying: "This old man is here!"

Seeing this, the hearts of the people behind were trembling again.Who is this boy?How come Chen Gong has to bow his knees when he sees him?

"Just come here, this painting is very important. I will trouble brother Chen to worry about it on the road in a while. If it falls into the wrong hands, it will be very troublesome." Zhuo Yifan said.

"I've written it down!" Chen Shijun nodded solemnly.Not to mention how mysterious this painting is, just from the huge space, Yiran can tell that it is extraordinary.Chen Shijun's eyes were a bit solemn, and he knew that from this moment on, he was not careless at all.

Hua Rong handed the scroll to Chen Shijun, and then Zhuo Yifan and Hua Rong spoke a few words alone, took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Hua Rong.

At this time, Hua Rong's face was a little ugly: "Senior Lin..."

"Don't be nervous." Zhuo Yifan looked at her firmly: "It's common for an empire to rise and fall for a hundred years. Beitang is kind to me. If there is a day, it will not be peaceful here. Your mother only needs to take out the cloth bag. A pine needle, praying sincerely. I will come in person to help Brother Xian."

"Thank you... Senior."

Hua Rong carefully put away the package, his expression was fixed, and he quickly returned to his normal color.Before leaving, she couldn't help but look at the boy more.She never thought that the boy she had known for two years was actually the legendary existence... (to be continued...)