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The long-faced old man often looked at Ye Feng, revealing a meaningful smile: "Brother Ye is a dragon and a phoenix among people, but unfortunately, you will be with our old man in the future."

Listening to the old surname Chang said, Ye Feng's expression was a sign.

And Lu Fang has a sympathetic look: "Haha, brother Ye, drink tea first, don't think too much, that is to say, you will be at ease, here is not bad, the scenery is beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, there is no dispute, it is a practice Great place."

The look and dialogue between the two gave Ye Feng a feeling of not being very good, and he could hear their meaning no matter how stupid.

Companionship with the two of them, that is, when you come, you will be at ease. This means that when you come into the painting, don't go out.

A look of doubt and uneasiness flashed across Ye Feng's face: "The two immortals, listen to what you mean, don't I want to leave the sky in the painting, is it not easy?"

Xiao Yuer brought out some more fruits, and a scornful smile flashed on her ruddy face: "Where do you think this is, come and go whenever you want? You think I am here to stay with these two old men for thousands of years and stay In a painting, don't want to go out? If you want to go out, just think about it."

Ye Feng quickly urged the laws of space with his consciousness, but found that the power of his space was released like a rock sinking into the sea, which could not lift any space godliness.

And he felt that the water outside the fenced yard seemed to be a little different from when he was outside. The mountain shadow became taller, and the flowing water became wider and deeper.

He hurriedly left the fenced courtyard and looked up. He found that the distant mountains that were not clear outside the painting, a cloud, did not know when they became clear and tall and steep.

It is not a solitary peak, but a series of high mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, winding and rolling, and the top of the distant mountain is covered with layers of white snow.

He was surprised in his heart, how could he feel that the scene of thousands of miles of mountains seemed familiar, that is not the scene in the second picture of Qianshan flying snow.

He stared at it for a long while, and he was sure that he saw one of the four pictures on the six-story wall.

He gasped, could these two paintings be combined into one?

Just as Ye Feng stared at the distant mountain for a while, a pleasant bird song sounded.

In mid-air, a group of birds flew by Ling Feng, colorful, thousands of postures, with all spirits, yellow warbler, thrush, as if a rainbow crossed the sky.

And in the distance, a flame rose into the sky, and turned into a flaming phoenix, which was red and half red, like a brilliant sunset.

A flash of light flashed in Ye Feng's mind, this is the third picture of a hundred birds towards the Phoenix.

If he didn't see the Qianshan Flying Snow Figure, he wouldn't think of those four pictures.

The fourth picture, the bright sea and the moon, I'm afraid there won't be it. There is only a small bridge and there is no sea.

Ye Feng looked at the bridge, but he was shocked.

In the distance of the small bridge, above the water of the bay, there is not a stone bridge, but a continuous river channel with at least dozens of stone bridges.

At the end of the field of vision, there is a wide river beach, where there is no end to see, where is the river, it is simply a bay, like a lazy girl lying half-ly there.

If the moon rises at night, isn't it a picture of the moon at sea?

The four pictures seem to be connected together, a magic weapon for the sky, and the spaces in their paintings are connected.

Ye Feng returned to the small courtyard with a suspicious look and sat down.

Xiao Yu'er filled Ye Feng's stone cup with tea, and a scent of tea filled the courtyard.

She also had a pity look: "I don't have to waste my mind, I am also proficient in the law of space, and I can't get out at all. There is a big space here. Any force of the law of space can come in, but you can't go out. You must have seen it. There is a space rule god pattern on the painting, that is not a common space rule god pattern, but a one-way forbidden space god pattern. It is equivalent to a one-way teleportation array, which can only be sent in, not out."

Ye Feng was relieved of the forbidden god pattern. When he sensed the god pattern in the painting just now, he only knew that it was a space god pattern. What specific role did he not realize.

He a little bit hated the painter, why did he draw such a scroll that can only enter but not out.

It's no wonder that other people blamed their lack of in-depth understanding of the laws of space, and did not understand the true supernatural powers of divine patterns.

"You just came in. My grandfather and I came in more than 5,000 years ago, and stayed here for more than 5,000 years."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in the tone of the granddaughter, the old man named surnamed Laugh laughed: "Yu'er girl, stay here with grandpa for thousands of years, you have worked hard, but no, a big brother came in to play with you."

When other grandpa mentioned Ye Feng, Xiao Yu'er's ruddy face was even more ruddy. She glanced at Ye Feng and saw him drinking tea silently, ignoring herself, muttering with a small mouth: "I don't want to play with him , Like big wood."

A hint of wry smile appeared on Ye Feng's face. He tried to contact Space Stone, but he found that Space Stone had been sleeping, and could not be reached.

He can only give himself a hope.

Although it is a one-way teleportation array, it can only come in and cannot leave, but with the space stone, as long as it can wake up, there is still a way for him, and there is still hope that he can leave here.

Immediately, he calmed down. He just drank his head and drank the tea. He was in a state of ups and downs just now. He did not taste the deliciousness of the tea. Now he drank the tea with a little aura. The tea is mellow.

Chang Rong smiled, tasting the tea, revealing a complacent look: "Good tea, the tea made by Xiao Yuer tastes good."

"Thanks to the good seeds of Xianwu Lingcha collected from the ninth day, this picture draws the spirits of the world and is also suitable for planting Xianwu Ling tea. The two grandpas have such a good taste and it is cheaper than this big wood."

Sounds of running water came from the distant river, and Dingdong was pleasant, often showing a look of expectation: "Xiaoyu'er, how are you raising the fairy fish in the sea? Can we catch it and eat it?"

"Grandpa Chang, the spirit fish has been cultivated. It is not difficult to draw water from the sea to raise it. Over the past year, it has grown fat and able to prey, but the Qingshui River is thousands of meters deep, and they are all sinking under the water. Or, Grandpa Chang will come to catch it. Xiaoyu wants to grow tea, make spiritual food, and practice. The fishing will be left to Grandpa Chang."

"Hey, Grandpa Chang is old, and the water in Qingshui River is too cold. I can't bear this old bone. This is not a younger brother Ye who just arrived. Let him go fishing."

Old man surnamed Lu smiled: "You are an old man. When someone comes here, you arrange for others to fish. Let him adapt to it for a few days. The hole in our little bridge is not ordinary."