Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 566 Inheritance of Painting
The sky is silent, blood is falling, and the whole world is gray, as if it is going to return to chaos.

In this world, Lin Xuan was alone, walking aimlessly in an unknown direction.

The inheritance of Fengtian Temple is about to start again, what kind of inheritance will it be this time?

"The way of heaven collapses, I create the sky with a single stroke, and the years decay, I hold the brush in my hand, and draw forever!"

In the gray world, a man in white appears, holding a pen, one stroke draws the sky, one stroke outlines the world of mortals, and another stroke creates the world, just like a diligent painter, but what he paints is the world.

There is only one figure from the back, but it seems to be the center of the whole world, making Lin Xuan unable to take his eyes off it. This is a holy existence.

"do you understand?"

A word seemed to ring in Lin Xuan's ears. Lin Xuan was startled and looked forward. The man in white turned around, and his eyes seemed to fall on Lin Xuan across the ages.

Still can't see the face, there is a layer of fog on the face, so Lin Xuan can't see clearly, there is only an outline, a little familiar.

"Do you understand?" He asked again, Lin Xuan shook his head, what did he understand, he didn't understand.

"This method, the heaven-reaching fortune-telling formula, with a stroke that reaches the sky, can paint the ages and create the ages of the heavens!"

His voice sounded, and then a wave of memories flowed into Lin Xuan's mind. There were too many memories, almost filling Lin Xuan's mind, and the pain that tore his soul, Lin Xuan couldn't help letting out a low growl.

"what--"

The void world shattered with a bang, Lin Xuan rushed out of Qianshui Lake, causing a splash of water, and the surrounding boats were all silent, and the people on board all stared at Lin Xuan blankly.

what happened?Why did a person suddenly appear in the lake? Lin Xuan let out a low growl, which startled many people. This young man seemed to be mentally ill, and his body was not injured, so he yelled nonsense.

Lin Xuan looked at the surrounding scene and was also stunned. He remembered that the hunting tiger blew himself up and seriously injured him. He should be in the hunting tiger's mansion. Even if he was not in the hunting tiger's mansion, he shouldn't be here In the lake.

Could it be the lake monster?
Lin Xuan guessed in his heart, looking at the rippling Qianshui Lake, he was fascinated, why did the lake demon save him?
"Hey, that brat, what are you yelling about? Take a look, it scared my little Yang to tears."

A woman stood on the deck of a ship, pointing to a tearful child beside her, and said to Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan froze for a moment, scratched his head, and showed an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry, I was excited for a while. This is my compensation. Children should like this thing."

As Lin Xuan said, he took out some things from the Qiankun Ring and gave them to the child next to the woman. The child looked at the things in his hands and smiled. Lin Xuan was nowhere to be seen.

Damn it, it's just a bunch of candied haws, and I just sent it away like this. This brat is really dishonest, the woman curled her lips.

On the lake, Lin Xuan walked slowly, thinking about the newly acquired inheritance. This inheritance seems to be related to painting. This time, Lin Xuan may become a painter again.

"Guest, do you want to board the ship?"

On the lake, a small boat came, and there was an old man on the small boat, wearing a bamboo hat. Without thinking about it, he knew that the lake monster was coming.

"No need, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first, and come back next time." Lin Xuan said, directly opened a door of space, and fled away.

The lake demon looked at Lin Xuan, and a smile appeared on the face under the bamboo hat. Holding Artemisia, he disappeared on the lake again.

On a large ship, there was a Ci Fu conference going on, and Lin Xuan also walked up. Lin Xuan didn't want to be a poet literati, but just wanted to follow a pen and practice his newly acquired inheritance.

"Hey, come here." Lin Xuan was walking in front of the literati's desks, and suddenly a voice stopped him. Lin Xuan was taken aback, and looked over, it was a white-faced scholar.

"What?" Lin Xuan was a little confused.

"Come and grind it for me."

"what?"

"Why are you standing still, come here quickly, I will win this Cifu competition later, and you will definitely need Lingbi."

Now Lin Xuan understood that the white-faced scholar regarded him as a waiter of pen and ink. This was really a beautiful misunderstanding, but does he look like a waiter?This guy really has no eyesight.

"What are you dawdling about, come here quickly, I happen to have a little inspiration, I will take this opportunity to write a shocking poem."

He urged again, his eyes flickering, looking at a piece of white paper on the desk, Lin Xuan smiled faintly, walked over, really rubbed the ink for him, and glanced at what he wrote by the way.

"puff!"

Looking at the poem in front of him, Lin Xuan couldn't hold back, and laughed directly. The white-faced scholar raised his head and looked at Lin Xuan with a malicious look on his face. He was holding a writing brush as if he was holding a knife. .

"why are you laughing?"

"Cough! No, I feel that my brother is indeed very talented. This poem is really rare in the world. Just one glance, I have a deep understanding. I just feel that the world is brightened up. What a poem! What a poem!"

Lin Xuan said solemnly, boasting without sparing any effort, the face of the white-faced scholar slowed down, a smile appeared, and he patted Lin Xuan on the shoulder, with the appearance of a master of poetry.

"Yes, I didn't expect that you, a waiter, can understand my poems. Most people can't understand my poems. Little brother, I've taken a fancy to you. Would you like to follow me and be my pen and ink waiter?"

"No need, I have no talent, I'm afraid I'll insult your son's calligraphy, I can't afford to be a pen and ink waiter."

The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth twitched, and he replied, looking at the white-faced scholar, and then looking at his poems and essays, I really don't know where he got his confidence. Not even together.

"There is a ray of red in the sky, which is suspected to be a little red in the setting sun. When I get closer, I see a red bellyband."

Damn it, what ghost poem?Are you saying you peeked at the woman taking a bath?Forget about sex, you have to write it on paper, let the world know that you are cheap, vulgar, vulgar!
"No, little brother, I, Li Dacai, have always been very accurate in judging people. I think you have a bright future. If you follow me, you will definitely become famous. In a few decades, you will definitely learn some of my talents."

"Cough! No, Mr. Li's knowledge is too profound, and the boy's talent is too shallow. I'm afraid he can't learn it. It's better to be a waiter."

Lin Xuan resisted the urge to slap this guy to death, and said, Li Dacai looked at Lin Xuan with a look of pity, and kept shaking his head.

"A gentleman doesn't force others to be difficult. Since you don't want to, I won't force it. It's just... Sigh!"

Li Dacai sighed as he spoke, Lin Xuan looked at his nose and his heart, and directly ignored him. This guy, I really don't know where his confidence comes from?

(End of this chapter)