novelones Chapter 1168: Mr. Luo's Painting
Chapter 1168: Mr. Luo's Painting
Tianwaitian is a fairyland nestled in the mountains and beside the water. Under a big tree, two people are holding black and white pieces each, and they are having a lot of fun fighting with horses and cannons.
There is a fierce battle and flashing swords on the chessboard.
The two people outside the chessboard were talking and laughing, drinking tea, or watching the clouds roll by, leisurely and contented.
In such a blessed land of immortals, one could not even sense the fluctuations of immortal power from the two people.
They just look like two ordinary and idle Taoists in this world.
In fact, it is not the case. The older one with a beautiful beard is the western god who rules one side.
The elegant man who looked like a middle-aged uncle was the southern god who was in charge of the south.
After becoming a god, he is not as domineering as people imagine, but he returns to his original nature.
If it weren't for a special place like Tianwai Tian, everyone would think that these two were mortals without any cultivation.
It is precisely because the great gods can fully gather all their spiritual power and strength that they can enter and exit various realms at will.
Generally speaking, high-level cultivators cannot enter low-level planes.
It is neither allowed nor possible.
It is not allowed to be a customary rule, and it cannot be strongly rejected by the local laws of nature.
However, the gods are not included in this list.
Because their arrival will not cause any harm or adverse reactions, and will not be forcibly rejected by the laws of heaven and earth in the world.
The Southern God said: "The Eastern God has returned, but he has not taken over the Eastern Palace."
The Western God said: "Whether you enter or not, the Palace of the Gods is there, whether you come or not, it already has an owner.
Those people like Xiao Xiao should have stopped doing this a long time ago."
The Southern Heavenly God said: "Mo Wentian has passed away. The Heavenly World has become much more peaceful recently."
The Western God sneered and said, "What is Mo Wentian? There is a saying that goes, a biting dog never barks."
Mo Wentian was the one who roared the loudest, and it was precisely because he roared loudly that he covered up many surging undercurrents.
Moreover, this idiot took the blame for many people.
Of course, he himself is not innocent.
The Southern Heavenly God laughed and said, "Friend Mo has already shown symptoms of being possessed by a demon."
Isn't it normal to go crazy after being possessed by a demon?
The Western God said thoughtfully: "The truly powerful ones are still those few."
Southern Heavenly God, "You are absolutely right. Although those families appear to be peaceful, they may not be that clean."
As long as the situation doesn't get too ugly, they won't step in to suppress it.
The Western God, "especially the one who has been living in seclusion, and the master Luo who has entered Taoism through painting. It is said that his painting skills have reached the pinnacle."
The Southern God had a rare serious look on his face. "What do you mean...?"
The God of the West left a child, "Senior Ning Yuan and Ye Xuan have always been good friends, so I think he has already mentioned it."
Senior Ning Yuan mentioned by the two gods is none other than the oldest northern god in the Tianwai Heaven.
Although the Northern God is the oldest, he looks like a young man.
The God Ning Yuan was indeed in Ye Xuan's Ning Ye Temple at this time, but he was frowning deeply and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Ye Xuan, who was sitting next to him, looked at him carefully, "What do you mean by that, Senior?"
The coming of the gods is a supreme opportunity, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it brings glory to our humble home.
He respectfully invited the person to take a seat, but as soon as Ning Yuan Tianshen sat down, he frowned, counted with his fingers, sighed and said, "It's one step too late!"
This nonsensical sentence gave Patriarch Ye Xuan a bad feeling.
"Senior, what happened?"
Ning Yuantianshen frowned, "I wanted to give you some advice, but unfortunately man proposes, God disposes."
Ning Yuan Tianshen is a god-level alchemy master, and he had originally calculated some things.
However, all masters who enter the Tao of alchemy have a hobby for rare things. After finally gathering enough materials to make the magic elixir, they can't help but feel itchy, so they follow their original intention and start making the elixir.
This cannot be blamed on him. Having reached his level of cultivation, he can only refine divine elixirs.
Ordinary elixirs no longer aroused his interest, but the raw materials for refining magic elixirs were always hard to come by.
What's more, there are at least dozens of other ingredients.
It had been at least ten thousand years since he last refined the elixir.
After finally putting together a furnace, he was so excited that he couldn't wait a moment and immediately began to retreat and refine the elixir.
There are ten round magic pills in a furnace, all of which are top-grade magic pills with full patterns.
One of them even attracted Dan Lei, and if he hadn't reacted in time, he would have been able to escape.
There is no way to escape, it's just that the God Ning Yuan is in a good mood and is playing hard to get.
Then, the God Ning Yuan followed the same routine and closed himself off for a while.
I reviewed and sorted out my thoughts on this alchemy session, summed up the experience, learned lessons, and strived to produce a few more top-grade elixirs that could trigger elixir thunder the next time I refine the elixir.
This wave of operations took a lot of time.
I slapped my forehead and felt like I had overlooked something.
what is it then?
Why can’t I remember it?
Finally, it was Dan Tong who was in charge of his daily affairs who reminded him, "Before the ancestor went into seclusion, he once said that he wanted to go to Senior Ye Xuan's Ningye Temple to ask for a cup of immortal tea."
Asking for a cup of fairy tea means there is something to discuss.
But as a dignified northern god, he always treated these young people as he pleased and dismissed them at will.
What reason was there for him to go there in person?
So, while moving to the Ningxuan Temple, he calculated the important things that he had missed.
People arrived and remembered it.
If someone wants to deal with the newly promoted Eastern God, it will also affect the weaker monks around her. It is easy to dodge an open attack but difficult to guard against an arrow from the dark.
Among all these people, the one who needs the most attention is Mr. Luo, who entered the Tao through painting.
In the Heaven Beyond Heaven, Mr. Luo's cultivation is not the highest, even lower than Ye Xuanshenzun, but Mr. Luo's methods are not even second or third as good as those of sword cultivators.
Mr. Luo has a magical cloth, or it could be a magic pen.
In short, as long as his condition allows and he can catch Luo Dajia's eyes and enter Luo Dajia's heart, he can paint with his brush.
As long as he can capture most of the charm of a person, he can capture that person in his painting.
Once you become a person in his painting, you can let him control you and become a kind of puppet.
Often, these people themselves are not aware of what they are doing.
According to the information obtained by God Ning Yuan, someone wants to target the newly promoted Eastern God, Fairy Lihuo.
And Mr. Luo may be the one who charges into battle first.
It is still unclear whether he is the real mastermind behind the incident, but this person will definitely take action.
Ning Yuan Tianshen agreed with the other two gods that people like Mo Wentian were not scary and a head-on confrontation was the easiest thing to resolve.
What I’m afraid of are these strange and evil things.
Of course, as a Taoist who practices painting, Mr. Luo never thinks that what he practices is some low-level evil magic.
At this time, Mr. Luo was extremely excited, because when people are pushed to the extreme, their truest side can be best reflected: anger, arrogance, doing their best, etc.
In short, the more vividly the Divine Lord Yuan He displays himself, the higher the probability that he can be included in the painting.
"Come on, come on!"
He felt that this would be his masterpiece.
He knew long ago that the other party was a casual cultivator with little foundation, trapped here with no one to rescue him. This gave him the opportunity to immerse himself in the painting.
"There aren't many opportunities like this, I must seize them!"
The last stroke, the last stroke can add the finishing touch to a painting, and Mr. Luo concentrated a hundred times his energy on putting the pen down.
But he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Out of the cultivator's instinctive intuition, Master Luo turned his body to the side and asked in shock, "How dare Xiao Xiao disturb me while I am painting?"
A cold female voice came from behind, "Your ancestors!"