Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Jiang Wuchen was flattered. Although he was also known as the vice leader of the demon killing alliance, he had no position in the demon killing alliance. These elders never said hello when they saw him. Even some higher ranking deacon disciples can walk around and hide when they see Jiang Wuchen.

There is no such thing as today. All the elders came to welcome Jiang Wuchen's return.

"Vice alliance leader Jiang, long time no see!"

"It's exciting to hear that master Jiang has a great opportunity and fortune."

"Vice alliance leader Jiang is so handsome."

"Vice alliance leader Jiang, alliance leader cizheng has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come here."

The enthusiasm of the demon killing alliance made Jiang Wuchen feel at a loss. He didn't feel any falsehood from these people, or the falsehood of these people was too heavy, but he just kept smiling.

In front of the meeting hall, Meng youruo stopped, "I'll get my salary and welfare first and wait for you here."

"Well, good." Jiang Wuchen walked into the conference hall.

Time is like this. The first time I came here was four years ago when the demon killing alliance was established. He has become the most trusted person. In recent years, Jiang Wuchen has obtained two demons, Bailin and Hualing, for the alliance, and handed them to cizheng, which is worthy of this name.

The high table in the conference hall has been removed and turned into an office pattern with extremely rich yuan spirit. A stove of incense is burned on the long table, the smoke is light, and a huge picture of mountains and rivers is hung on the wall.

Kindness is carrying his hands and watching carefully.

"No dust, come on, come on!" Ci Zheng said.

Jiang Wuchen hasn't said hello yet. Cizheng takes the lead in opening his mouth, and then raises his steps and walks over.

"Come, look, look at this picture." Tzu Jung didn't look back, but his eyes were still staring at the picture of mountains and rivers in front of him.

This is a colorful landscape painting with a huge length. It is nearly one foot wide from east to west and nearly two meters high. It has green mountains, green water, fairy lake, white clouds and birds. The scenery is very magnificent from far to near.

The tone contrast of this landscape painting is very gorgeous. It doesn't want to be a traditional Chinese painting. It is bold and heavy color in pen and ink. This painting has more western characteristics. The scale of the scene is just right. It doesn't seem to be a traditional Chinese painting style. If it is more vivid, it is more like an enlarged photo.

Cizheng said a word. After Jiang Wuchen looked at the painting, he stopped talking and continued to look at the picture of mountains and rivers in front of him.

Jiang Wuchen looked a few times. At first, he didn't feel strange. He could only marvel at the Kung Fu of the painter. He specially paid attention to whether there were words around.

It was found that there was no text or signature left on the painting. From the surface, I don't know who the painter is.

"Don't worry, look first, look carefully, and put yourself into the painting, you will get something different." cizheng seemed to feel that Jiang Wuchen was a little impatient, and whispered a few instructions.

Jiang Wuchen came here to say goodbye to cizheng. There are still many things to say. In addition, he also wants to talk about Lin ran, at least to see cizheng's attitude.

After all, Lin ran died. In the past few months, the Kunlun palace has no reaction, which is very abnormal for Jiang Wuchen.

Come here and stare at a picture?

Jiang Wuchen's state of mind is difficult to calm down. He takes a deep breath, makes himself as peaceful as possible, and focuses on the map of the country.

This is an occasional glance. I suddenly found that the waterfall flying down on the map of the country would move.

"Huh?"

Jiang Wuchen is a little surprised. He has learned about some traditional Chinese paintings. Real master works usually have far-reaching artistic conception, but they are lifelike.

The picture in front of us is so huge that the painter must have made a lot of efforts, and it was brought by CI Zheng. It must be a great master's work.

There are some traditional Chinese paintings. When you look deeply, you will feel that the paintings are moving. In fact, they are not moving, but an illusion.

Jiang Wuchen looked down the waterfall in the painting, and the water column flowing straight down fell into the lake. The lake gathered into a river, and the river ran continuously, all the way East, through woods, grasslands, highlands and canyons, and poured into a larger lake.

The surface of this lake suddenly moved, sparkling, fish jumping from the water, the water surface ups and downs, as if there was a wind, which was blowing from a forest in the distance.

Here, the trees in the forest began to swing, vaguely visible. At the edge of the forest and near the lake, there were several grass houses. The door of the grass house opened, and a rickety old man with bent body and silver hair came out. He carried a fish basket and a bamboo pole to the lake.

Put the fish basket on the boulder, took out a small backhoe from it, splashed twice on the wet and soft ground, and caught some earthworms.

These earthworms are thin and long, showing pink and tender red. They are still moving around in the palm of the hand. The old man patted them hard, killed them, then put them on the hook, shook the hook and flew out.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Wuchen suddenly felt that someone was patting him on the shoulder. A kind voice came from his ear, "don't look again, don't look again, come back!!"

In the painting, the old man shook his head and seemed to tell Jiang Wuchen that the wonderful is behind and can't be missed.

Jiang Wuchen feels that he can't extricate himself. He doesn't want to see it and can't control it.

"No!"

He realized a strange situation. His spiritual consciousness seemed to be under control. At present, the gas sea and black hole were running, and a yuan spirit was running in his body. At present, his consciousness recovered, and the scene in front of him returned to normal. Looking at this, he didn't move. Although there was a lake, there was no old man around the lake.

"Hiss..."

Jiang Wuchen took a breath and felt that his whole body was a little hot, and his forehead and back were sweating.

Nearby, CI Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. "You're finally awake."

Jiang Wuchen bowed slightly. Although he hated kindness and righteousness in his heart, he still had to be polite, "alliance leader."

"Well, clean, do you know how long you've been watching?"

Jiang Wuchen was stunned. He looked out and found that it was almost dark. He was surprised, "is it... I've been standing here all day?"

Kindly nodded, "how does this picture feel?"

Jiang Wuchen shook his head. "It's profound, but I don't know how to evaluate it?" he really didn't know how to say, because he saw only a small part of the painting. Even if it was a small part, it was a day past.

What will the old man do next? What fish did you catch? Or what to do next? Or are there other situations in the painting?

Jiang Wuchen is unknown.

Ci Zheng said, "I got this painting from the blue wave demon."

"Blue wave demon?" Jiang Wuchen heard the demon for the first time. It seems that cizheng hasn't been idle for more than a year and has gained something from the demon.