I don’t know how long it took, but the scroll in front of Su Yin slowly unfolded, and every stroke was like a magical axe, making people feel as if they were in the scene.

Su Yin then saw:

There are mountains in the painting, standing like swords; there is water at the foot of the mountain, spreading in all directions; and when a very bright and bright red color appeared in the last ink line, the narrow side hall seemed to have a red sun risen, the red clouds were thousands of miles away, and the golden light shone brightly.

She narrowed her eyes instinctively.

The red light was too real and bright, and even her spiritual eyes could not look directly at it.

After adapting a little, Su Yin looked carefully and saw that Zhu Niang's face was clean, without any dark spots, and she returned to her pretty appearance, and the flowing ink thread was gone.

Instead, it is a magnificent scroll.

The painting is finished.

The red sun on the sea, which is translucent, is slowly floating in front of Su Yin's eyes. The sea of ​​clouds in the painting is swirling and the tides are undulating.

The red sun rises on the sea and the clouds fly in the sky.

In an instant, Su Yin seemed to have arrived at the beach, watching the waves swaying against the shore, sea birds dancing, the warm sun swelling on her cheeks, and the fishy sea breeze blows on her clothes. In the middle of the sea, in a place far away, where you have to look out to see a little outline, a green mountain stands.

It should be extremely high, with the straight peak reaching the sky.

But what is strange is that it has not covered the rising sun, nor can it cover the sea and sky behind it.

After a while, Su Yin finally saw clearly that the mountain was transparent.

Although there is but not, the line of sight can pass through the mountains without any obstruction and see the sea level behind it.

"Zheng——"

The string sounded suddenly, and when Su Yin first saw the mountain.

She quickly penetrated into the sea and saw the simple sine hanging high above the sea trembling, with a grand tone covering the sky, as if it was in harmony with the red sun on the sea.

Then, the sound of the palace strings gradually faded, and the horns and the double strings of the junctions revived again, but they did not make any sound. Only the five-color sea surging continuously, the clouds gathered and dispersed in the sky, countless real spirits of the heavenly Yuan rotated around the piano, and the starlight that was bright and destroyed seemed to have substance.

The red sun is bright and the sea is like a mirror. It comes from the changes in Su Yin's sea of ​​consciousness, which seems to affect the picture in front of him.

However, this quiet painting only maintained one breath.

The next moment, Su Yin suddenly discovered that the red sun had sunken towards the sea level at an extremely fast speed, black clouds pressed against the top, and the waves were surging. The thick clouds covered all the light, and the erect transparent peaks were also collapsed downwards.

Su Yin felt a vibration in the soles of her feet.

At the same time, I also felt a sense of awe from the bottom of my heart.

That is the most instinctive reaction of human beings in the face of the great power of nature.

The sea water turned into extremely deep blue-black in an instant.

The sea roared and roared, the turbid waves were empty, and the wind blew everywhere. The backward sea water was like a huge black iron screen, smashing towards Su Yin hard.

She held her breath.

Even though she knew that this was an illusion and the realm in the painting, she was still chilling all over and her heart was beating uncontrollably. If a monk was here, he would see the green spirit and star fog on her body rising and falling, only a thread away from the explosion.

But in the end, Su Yin still suppressed the spiritual explosion in her body.

She took a deep breath and looked up at the "sky" above her head.

That can no longer be called the sky.

The blue and black sea was pressing against the top of the head, and the sea surface was rolling like boiling water, and the strong wind caused huge waves. In the middle of the waves, under the head of the transparent mountain peak, pointing directly toward the top of the sword peak...

Nothing below.

Su Yin's feet stepped on this nothingness, and a chaotic and disorderly energy tide flowed under her feet. The low murmurs of humans, the roar of the current and other indescribable sound waves formed a huge sound wave.

She seemed to hear everything.

It also seemed as if I saw everything.

However, what she heard and saw was so illusory and fragile that even her gaze or listening could not bear it.

The sound waves and images are reorganized in shattering, and then quickly disintegrated after reorganization.

But they really exist.

Su Yin's ear puffs stinged, and it seemed like there were tens of millions of steel needles pierced into her head. The violent throbbing made her unable to maintain her standing position anymore and her body curled up into a ball.

"Xianweng——"

The clear and subtle string sounds easily at this time, like the east wind sweeping across the earth, dispelling the cold and bringing warmth and light.

Su Yin felt that she was melting.

The coldness brought by the sharp pain was slowly peeling off her body. She opened her eyes, and the late spring wind swept across the bamboo curtain, rolling in a few rain stars.

The rain gurgles outside the curtain, and the spring is gone.

She inexplicably remembered such a poem.

The poem that has traveled through thousands of years miraculously soothes her restless divine thoughts.

At this moment, she suddenly became blessed to her heart, and quickly threw out a trace of spiritual power, gently touching the red sun map on the sea in the void.

"Po", with a light sound, the translucent color painting rolled up from both sides toward the middle. The symmetrical axis is composed of the light column of "Chixia", and the thread drawn is a thread of ink.

After tying a beautiful knot on the bundle, the scroll flew towards the letter paper. With a flash of red light, it disappeared into the letter paper, and the letter paper fell to the ground with a "splash".

If it weren't for what he saw with his own eyes, Su Yin would hardly believe that such a thin piece of paper could make a sound when it landed.

She lowered her eyes and saw that the letter paper had words facing upwards, but the words like heavenly books were gone. Instead, they were two small paintings:

One is a scroll of paintings, and the other is a portrait of a character.

Su Yin walked forward and picked up the letter.

Looking closely, the character portrait was separated and then spliced ​​together again. As for the style, it was very... Tianxin.

The more magnificent the red sun pictures on the sea, the more clumsy the portrait is.

"The paintings I painted in kindergarten are better than this."

Su Yin muttered, folding the letter and stuffing it into her sleeve, but her movements suddenly stopped.

Hey, slow down.

She opened the letter again with disbelief and looked at the simple portrait carefully.

Speaking of which, this person doesn't seem to be very similar... Humans, after all, it is impossible for normal humans to grow eight legs.

Su Yin looked at it and then, thought about it and finally confirmed that she had a clear understanding. The few thin lines under the head that were not twitching were the legs.

There are as many as eight.

It looks familiar.

After touching his chin and thinking for a while, Su Yin walked to the edge of the table on the east wall, grind the ink and picked up the pen, and copied the portrait accordingly. Then he put away the letter from Taoist Tianxin, walked to the back window with the imitation, pushed the window and called "Come on Zhu Zhu".

Zhu Zhu was having fun playing with mud. Hearing this, he immediately threw down the pottery basin, ran to the window, and asked with his head raised:

"Shangxian...Sister, what are you calling Zhu Zhu?"
Chapter completed!