Little Ancestor of Demon City

The old panda lost face and was unhappy, and the three followed him in silence.After getting off the six-curved single-plank bridge, we walked into another corridor within a hundred meters.

At this time, the old panda suddenly said: "Qin Jiang is a rough general, and he likes to listen to auspicious words. The older one is called Xiao Liu, who wants to be smooth; Afterwards, it took hundreds of years to lay out this formation, and it was given a popular name - Liujiu Jiajing."

After a long while, he said again: "At that time, I only thought that he was good at this strange way, but unexpectedly, it was used for future generations to avoid disasters and disasters. After passing the Liuqu single-plank bridge, the corridor now is called the Jiuzhuan corridor, one step at a time, one scene at a time , I haven't seen the mystery of it yet, let's come together."

Lin Yuan finally felt the steadiness and majesty of his age from the old panda. Right now, the old man is a serious and dignified elder, giving people a majesty that cannot be disobeyed.

Hearing the old panda speak so seriously, Bai Er, who was at the end, twitched his mouth in pain.

As soon as the four of them stepped into the corridor, they suddenly caught a glimpse of a translucent figure.

——In front of the white jade painting wall in the nine-turn corridor, a young man in white stands still.The young man has a handsome appearance, a weak figure, and an elegant temperament. He raises his eyebrows and turns his sleeves like flying snow.He held a brush in his hand, and as he swiped the ink, an ink painting appeared vividly on the white jade painting wall.Then the translucent phantom turned into a wisp of mist, leisurely drifting towards the second piece of white jade painting.

"He..." Lin Yuan was amazed and puzzled by the scene in front of him.

"It's a mirage," Zhu Nan explained, "A mirage is a virtual image created by a mirage, which projects the scene of the person's painting to the eyes at a certain time."

"It looks like we've come to the right place." Bai Er raised a slightly gloomy corner of his mouth.

"That's it?!" The old panda looked dazed and shocked, "That little white cat of Qin Qing?"

Bamboo Nan nodded.Since it was a mirage, it meant that Qin Qing, the little white cat, had come here to paint some day before, or that Qin Qing and Qin Yue were hiding in this beautiful place.

But why?

Lin Yuan has already figured out that the ink painting painted by the young man in white on the jade bi was the night when he and Zhu Nan communicated with each other—he sat firmly between Zhu Nan’s knees in the deep bamboo forest under the moonlight, with colorful feathers hanging between them, The five-color light bursts like fireworks.At that time, he promised that Zhunan would give it to Zhunan as a token of love after he snatched Xue Ling's blood back, because that day he accepted the five-color feathers of Zhunan's five elements, and there was a strand of Zhunan's soul silk on it.

But how did Qin Qing know?

The next moment, the picture on the white jade painting wall turned into a bamboo forest.

A naive little panda in the forest is meditating like a human, with a young bamboo shoot in its mouth, and the eyes of the panda are closed, allowing fallen leaves, flying insects, and small animals to wander around or stop freely by its side. On him, beside him, on top of him.There is no time in the mountains, and the green and white snow are fleeting.The little panda finally transformed into a naive little fat man, about seven or eight years old, and then lived a small life of hunting tigers in the mountains, begging for alms in the mountains, fluttering butterflies in the forest, and fishing in the river.

The picture fades away, and then the two looming ink dots gradually become larger, turning into two phoenixes, one white and one gold, neck-to-neck lingering in the nine heavens, the phoenix crows for the first time, and the spring is startling and the red is flying all over the sky.

After that, there was no fourth picture, and the previous three pictures were staged again in turn.

Lin Yuan and Zhu Nan looked at each other, and Zhu Nan said: "This should be a painting wall of seven emotions, it's not that Qin Qing really went to Zhufang, I guess he would draw some strange formations to trap trespassers ,Now it seems……"

The old panda took the words melancholy and said, "It's far more difficult to deal with than Qimen's art. Hmph, Qiqinghuabi, thanks to Qin Jiang, a vulgar man can think of such a wicked thing!"

Lin Yuan still knows the "seven emotions"—joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and shock.But then what?Is it just to let them watch the picture of their own emotions?The next moment he knew that he was thinking too beautifully.They couldn't get through the first turn, let alone the remaining eight turns of the nine-turn corridor.

White hands are placed on a transparent wall that is invisible to the naked eye, and the tentacles are as warm as jade. There will be circles of ripples under each fingertip, much like a water curtain wall, but this wall cannot be opened no matter how many times the three of them destroy it .

"It seems that the nine-turn corridor is not on the right path," Bai Er pondered, "Could it be... the middle of the painting."

Suddenly enlightened, the old panda slapped the jade bi. The palm of a 3000-year-old goblin was not insignificant, but the frivolous white jade painting wall was not damaged at all.

"I'll do it!" said the old panda, raising his hand and pressing the palm of his hand against the painted wall. It just so happened that on the painted wall was a picture of the little panda touching fish in the river with his trouser legs in his arms.

Before the three of them could blink, the old panda suddenly disappeared!Disappeared without a trace.

Bai Er was not in a hurry to swim in the middle of the painting, he looked at Lin Yuan, then at Zhu Nan and said, "It's not difficult to walk through the seven emotions and six desires, I'm afraid that the two kittens will move their hands and feet in the seven emotions painting wall , you and him will definitely be separated after entering, and only 'Xi' is locked together, so if you let him alone in 'Painting Tour', are you afraid of any mistakes?"

"He has five elements to protect his body." Zhu Nan said, "It's just that you don't have to worry about going through the seven emotions. If Qin Yue wants to take people away from the painting wall, I will definitely sense it."

Bai Er frowned puzzled, then looked at Zhu Nan with a little comfort in his eyes as if he had figured something out.Before when Zhu Nan was seriously injured, he insisted on sending Lin Yuan five-color essence, which made him very puzzled and disagreed, and he wanted to be brave even if he couldn't protect himself.Looking at it now, the five-color essence must not only be able to protect the body so simple and rude, but there should be something that Zhunan can sense at any time, such as spiritual consciousness or soul silk.

A peacock feather melted in his hand, emitting a faint white light, and handed it to Lin Yuan, "Hold it, and break it when you meet a black and white cat. Try to restrain the emotions you feel in the painting, and don't be caught by it." "Things in the painting" is infected, allowing the emotions to ferment to endless consequences. Some people enter the painting wall of Qiqing, and they can come out in a short time, just like watching flowers on horseback; others need ten and a half months, which is heart-wrenching; What's more, it's not uncommon for a few years or ten years to get stuck. Remember?"

Lin Yuan listened very carefully to Bai Er's earnest instruction, and nodded frequently.This is the first person he saw when he came to Hibiscus City, bah, monster.A good demon with a gloomy expression, gloomy eyes, a handsome face, and always serious.Even if it's an infatuation that you can't ask for.

After Bai Er finished speaking, he glanced at the two of them again, and stretched out his hand to touch the painted wall, the palms of his hands were the two phoenixes intertwined, they also disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yuan could see worry from Bai Er's last look, it's so rare that this infatuated person would worry about others.

Zhu Nan lifted Lin Yuan's shoulders and looked at every part of his face and body carefully face to face.The deep eyes are like a carving knife, engraving the person in front of him bit by bit on the heart, agitating with the beating of the heart.

Then he hugged his hands tightly and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Yinzhu and the other five are with you. If you encounter danger, I will rush over there as soon as possible. I will also be the first to appear on the painting wall of Qiqing. Waiting for you at the seventh corner of the corridor...you must come to me."

"Hmm... your injury hasn't healed yet. In fact, you don't have to come to the black cat right away." Lin Yuan thought that it was because he lost his temper the day before yesterday that the three of them came to Qin Jiang's mansion early yesterday morning. "I can wait for you to recover from your injury..."

"Because I thought of a faster and safer way to heal my wounds, and I need your help, Xiao Yuan...do you want to help me?" Zhu Nan slightly loosened her tightly held arms, and looked at that with a gentle smile in her eyes. A pair of bright and shy eyes asked in a low voice.

Lin Yuan almost immediately felt that Zhu Nan's tone and movements were not right, very...ambiguous, and the next moment he thought of the fifth scene of the Six Wonderful Scenes - Jiuchi Meat Forest.

"..." Is it double cultivation? !

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