Nothing else. Placed in this room. All are books. Look at it at a glance. On one bookcase. There are rows of books that are neatly arranged. On the inside wall of the room. Hanging is a masterpiece of greatness or awesome work. Enter here. It is like entering the ocean of literature. A literary literary atmosphere pervades the mind and body.

Squinting. The line of sight is condensed. Light smoke from the rising sandalwood. Chu Rui saw the figure sitting behind the desk.

Wearing a robes. The head is a blue Confucian towel. Looks like jade. Fengshen handsome. At this moment, I stood upright at the desk. Hold a dry brush. The momentum is like a rainbow on the rice paper. The pen walks the dragon snake. Vaguely. There is actually a style of Confucianism.

"Dare to be yours. But the city of Taga."

See the dress of this city owner. Absolutely the true z national wind. Chu Rui could not help but raise his eyebrows. Raised his hands and made a fist.

It seems that I did not hear Chu Rui. The elegant man is still swaying on the rice paper. That powerful elegance. Between the ink and the ink. It is like a thunderstorm. He couldn’t help but be amazed.

The pen was down.

This can be done by people with extremely high realms. I did not expect the scholar of this weak phase. There will be such a realm.

Sharp eyes look. Fall on the rice paper. Chu Rui suddenly found out. This Confucian student is actually painting. It is not an inscription. That kind of dragon and phoenix dance. It turned out to be painting. This is too exaggerated. Painting is not always a stroke. Crafted. This kind of pen is like a cursive pen. Not in the doodles. It is the realm that has reached a certain level. obviously. See the painting that is about to take shape. Chu Rui will not think that this person is messing around.

Group of pilgrimages.

The charcoal figure is painted.

Group of magical dance pictures.

Looking at the painting on the rice paper. Chu Rui is puzzled.

upper half. Fairy world.

Xiaguang Wandao. Xianlou Lingge. The fairy flies. Longfeng is alive. One by one or a cloud. Or ride a beast. Or the immortals who stepped on the magic weapon shuttled among them. Going to the top of a palace engraved with the "Lingxiao Temple". There is a great sacred shadow on the top of this "Ling Yu Temple". Force the heavens. Shocking the world. Overlooking all beings.

The middle part. world.

Hungry and wild. The corpse is everywhere. Blood stained the country. Endless withering. One by one or mournful. Or ugly. Or people who are mad and desperate are desperate. Kill each other. Competing to escape. Chaos. Killing. Very bloody. Driven by **. Go to the devil to swallow. The creature is coated with charcoal.

the second half. hell.

The darkness is cold. No day without moon. The wind is blowing. The magma is rolling. One by one or crying. Or a violent evil spirit. Or full of violent demons. Crazy swallowing is weak. Crazy struggles to escape from hell. Under the endless yin and endless magma. It is even more terrifying. Form a group of magical dance pictures.

"This. This is...."

Chu Rui was shocked. Really stunned.

What is this painting. What is this painting.

What is the mood. What is the idea of ​​drawing this picture?

One school is peaceful. The world of singing and dancing is flat.

Very miserable. The human body is coated with charcoal.

The group of devil dances. Horrible gloomy hell.

What exactly is this. What does this Confucian want to express?

Chu Rui doubts.

Look at this picture. He seems to have seen the scenes in the world of different paintings in the upper, middle and lower parts. In it. He felt the supple and fairy scent of comfort and body and mind. Desperate and the mountains and rivers are ruined and dying. Gloomy and full of hellish haze.

Three different styles. Three different feelings. Let Chu Rui's mind be shocked like never before.

"Hands. How come you look at this picture. What do you feel?"

Stop the pen. Draw. The Confucian looked up. I smiled and looked at Chu Rui. Asked.

Chu Rui went up a few steps. Look up close and put this on the desk for up to ten meters. A picture that is five meters wide. There was a storm in my heart.

Although it is a picture. But the feeling of giving Chu Rui is such an indescribable truth. It seems to have happened. Or now it’s in the end. Or is it going to happen in the future? In short. This is not like a imaginary painting. It is actually painted and painted.

"The heavens are subversive. The order is chaotic. The morality is lost. The law does not exist. The faith is lost. The group of devils dances. The human world is extinguished. The souls are coated with charcoal."

Chu Rui did not even think of himself. It is very sudden to say such a sentence.

"good, very good, excellent."

Listen to Chu Rui’s words. The Confucian suddenly had a bright eye. Three praises.

“It’s a young hero. I’m the youngest generation of my sages. I think. You really have the ability to complete this commission.”

What's happening.

Chu Ruiman is puzzled to see this Confucian. Buddy. What are you talking about inexplicably?

"First introduce yourself. Lonely called Longmo. It is the emperor of the Dragon." Confucian students smiled at Chu Rui. Introduced: "The day before. This day, Zhang Tianshi used the ability of Tongtian to calculate Bu Yi. Counting the future will have a threat to the whole world. The beginning of the anomaly is the death altar of this Taga. The door to **** is a false one. But it is incomprehensible to connect to hell. Fortunately, it can only connect to the shallow layer of the **** plane. Things are still under control. Zhang Tianshi estimates. The person who opens the door to **** should be The robbed man of this robbery. The father heard the first person of the younger generation of the dynasty. He took the first place in the list. It is in this Taga city. It is just the door to hell. It is sent to the tower. The city has taken the overall situation. After verification, the solitary discovery turned out to be that you opened the seal of the death altar. It seems that Zhang Tianshi’s calculation is not wrong.... Since this matter is up to you, the day is bound to keep you out of the way. Are you Willing to assist the dynasty. Complete a mission. Respond to the upcoming robbery."

"Hey. Your legendary mission.. Long jump for nine days. Change. Accept."

"accept."

Engaged for so long. Pull out so many things. It turned out to be about the legendary mission. Hard work for so long. Nature is to be accepted. Idiots will refuse.

Chu Rui squinted. Looked at the Confucian name named Long Mo. I did not expect this to be a prince. It really is never thought of.

"I don't understand. There are so many masters in the sacred sect. Even the head of the guard who just escorted me is stronger than me. Why did you choose me? I am just a little thief. I have not even reached the second turn. There is definitely a lot of existence in the five turns. It is like pinching an ant to pinch me. Why do I have to do this."

Chu Rui is very puzzled. Is this the player privilege? Npc **** horse. Standing by the side.

"God. It can't be violated. Heaven is irreversible. You are the one chosen by Heaven. This matter is for you. Don't choose."

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