Chapter 164: I am just a poor artist

Bai Yujing said, the world stopped fighting.
This caused many forces in the world to be shocked. It turned out that Bai Yujing had already had such a big influence without knowing it.
However, most people don't feel strange.
After all, when Bai Yujing replaced Zhuzi Baijia and started another era, its influence had already deterred the entire Zhou Dynasty.
The forces on all sides are not stupid, because they know that Bai Yujing is powerful.
Each of Bai Yujing's disciples is a practitioner. His strength is not only powerful, but also means are endless.
And Lu Yuping, the host of Bai Yujing, is the world ’s first practitioner.
The four subordinates joined forces and failed to support Lu Ping's hands in a few moves, which made the people in the world understand the horror of this sudden force.
Of course, while the world is shocked by Bai Yujing's strength.
But new doubts were born.
such as……
Why was the war stopped for three months?
Is there any special meaning for three months?
Almost every major force is speculating about Bai Yujing's intentions. Perhaps if three months' meaning can be speculated, some forces may be able to seize the opportunity and may take off in one stroke.
however.
No one can guess what "three months" means.
...
Emperor Beijing.
Bookcase.
Kong Xiu was sitting on a rocking chair. Although he couldn't close the door, he didn't lag behind in grasping the news.
"Master, what does it mean for Bai Yujing to let the world stop fighting for three months? Does three months have any special meaning?"
Mo Tianyu was puzzled.
Kong Xiu looked at the bananas outside the window, but shook his head.
"The thought of peace, see through."
"Different levels, different perspectives ... maybe he sees things or things we have never seen."
National Normal University.
Mo Tianyu seems to understand, but one thing is certain, even a master-minded master can't guess. Bai Yujing's move really made people in the world incredible.
"If you don't guess, don't guess. After three months, you will naturally know the meaning of peace."
"Three months to cease the war ... These three months are afraid of the ups and downs, and when the March period comes, it may be time to decide whether to survive or die."
Kong Xiu coughed, said.
...
With the news of Bai Yujing's cessation of war, the world really fell into peace.
There are fewer wars, and all parties are brewing and developing.
North County, Tailing asked Tianfeng.
Huantai Xuan sent a team to ask Tianfeng Dragon Gate.
However, as soon as I stepped into the Longmen area, I saw a cyan snake engulfing between the peaks, causing the situation to change.
A squadron was thrown out and the whole army was wiped out.
Yantai Xuan's face was iron-blue, he did not believe in evil, and once again sent a team to try to punch the dragon gate, but still could not break through the dragon gate.
When the blue giant snake moved, the common soldier was crushed when he couldn't reach it.
"why……"
Yan Taixuan's lips were shaking.
Does this Dragon Gate really miss him?
But the dragon gate on Zhou Feng is so, so is the dragon gate in front of Tianfeng.
When North County once again damaged a squad.
Qinglong suddenly appeared, the power of terror permeated between heaven and earth.
That huge green dragon was entangled with Wen Tianfeng, sharply staring at Yantai Xuan like a sharp knife.
Huantai Xuan experienced the mighty power of the Wolongling immortal to destroy the army, but it was considered calm, so he was quite calm.
Gaze with Qinglong.
Yantai Xuan's guard was already terrified.
Yantai Xuan and Qinglong stared at each other for a long time. Instead of killing Yantai Xuan, Qinglong turned away and guarded the dragon gate again.
This scene made Yantai Xuan slightly hesitant.
In the next few days, Yantai Xuan stepped into Wentianfeng constantly, met with Qinglong, and even chatted with Qinglong.
At the beginning, Huantai Xuan would send guards, but a few days later, Huantuan Xuan retired and guarded Tianfeng alone to meet with Qinglong.
Finally, Qinglong released the dragon gate.
Xuantai Xuanxi smiled, and the North County strong began to break through the dragon gate.
At this point, Kita-gun has also successfully started to cultivate practitioners, breaking the curse of Kita-gun without practitioners.
...
Beiluo, Huxin Island.
After Lu Fan ordered Lu Dongxuan to issue a paper order, he began to wait and see the attitudes of all parties.
The result made Lu Fan quite satisfied.
Perhaps this is the influence of detachment forces.
Even if it is the former philosophers, if you want to stop the war, you can't do it.
The world ceased fighting, and all forces began to cultivate practitioners.
The aura commission obtained by Lu Fan is constantly increasing.
And Lu Fan is also preparing to start the retreat to study the origin of the plane and build a new mystery.
For the study of the origin of the plane, Lu Fan is quite concerned. After all, the study of the origin of the plane involves the upgrading of the world.
Just before Lu Fan was preparing to retreat.
Nie Changqing found Lu Fan.
He wants to walk the world, in addition to removing monsters, he must find a breakthrough.
Lu Fan did not stop him, but asked him to go to Ni Yu and ask for Qiqidan, so that he could practice the hardening body on the road.
On the island, Jing Yue stood on the shore of the lake and constantly wielded his sword. Jing Tianjian couldn't bear it. He wielded his sword 10,000 times a day.
It is said that this method was told to him by the male loser who made his scabbard.
Gongyu Yu started the production of hidden tools again. Because of the "Handbook of Refining Tools", he made the hidden tools much more than before. It took only a few days to successfully make "Rainstorm Pear".
This made the male loser hold the "storm rain pear flower" on the stone ladder, and stayed for a full day.
May be skeptical of life.
Ni Yu is studying elixir. She got the "Handbook of Juqi Refining" taught by Lu Fan. Now she is also very experienced in the refining of elixir and started to study the new elixir.
After numerous failures and eating many dregs of failure, she finally came up with a new elixir.
Now, he is anxious for this new Dan Fang.
As soon as Ni Yu entered Dan Dao, which was as deep as the sea, she now regretted it. She found that walking on Dan Dao seemed to be harder than working hard.
Unfortunately, she wants to quit now, and Lu Fan disagrees.
End the war.
Lu Changkong lived in Beiluo Island, and many iron soldiers in North County went to Longmen to train and became practitioners.
He himself practiced sitting under the daisy.
Soon reached the peak of Qidan, and began to impact the body.
On the tenth day after the end of the war, Lu Fan announced the retreat.
Huxin Island entered a dignified atmosphere, and Ning Zhao's white skirt floated, standing on a bluestone ladder in front of Baiyujing Pavilion, with a cicada-wing sword in her hand, guarding Baiyujing Pavilion.
No one can take one of these steps.
...
Emperor Beijing.
Dark night wind is high, inside the royal garden.
Several eunuchs labored to carry two barrels of raw meat to the Jiuzhe Bridge.
"Your Majesty's appetite for this black dragon has grown so big ... Yesterday, a barrel of meat was not enough, and almost destroyed the entire garden."
A little shivered.
"It's okay. I prepared two barrels of meat today. It should be enough for them."
Another comforted.
"Today you come to feed, our family is not feeding ... Yesterday the black dragon looked at our family ... It's like watching raw meat in a bucket, our family is afraid."
The first handed the barrel to another eunuch, said.
The two walked across the Jiuzhe Bridge.
Came to the calm turquoise pond.
Later, a little rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a piece of raw meat covered with bloodshot blood.
Thrown into the pool.
Huh!
The pool exploded.
A huge black-scaled head shook open numerous water mists and opened his mouth to swallow raw meat.
The feeding shook his legs and looked at the black dragon-sized dragon with fear in his heart.
He took another piece of raw meat and threw it into the sink.
The Black Dragon was too lazy to look at him, and swallowed piece by piece of raw meat into his mouth.
The sound of the black dragon chewing raw meat was very clear in the dark and silent night.
Soon, a bucket of meat was fed.
These meats are carefully selected by Yu Wenxiu.
The little started tossing a second bucket of meat.
When the second bucket of meat was also fed, the black dragon opened his mouth slowly, and that huge mouth hung in front of the little eunuch. The stench smelt out of his mouth, making the little eunuch's face pale instantly.
The eyes of the black dragon made the little even more like a fallen ice cave.
Fortunately, after a while.
The water was rattling, and the black dragon slowly dived into the green pond.
The patted his chest subconsciously, lifted the empty wooden barrel and turned around, showing a proud smile towards the hiding behind the rockery.
After that, he stepped forward and planned to leave.
however……
The little hiding behind the rockery showed a look of terror.
boom! !! !!
The monstrous water flowed.
The eunuch's eyes carrying the barrel suddenly shrank to the size of a mung bean.
The next moment, I felt the smell coming from the back of my head.
The water rushed over the Jiuzhe Bridge.
There were only two rotating wooden barrels on the ground, and Yin Hong's blood ...
Rippling waves in the turquoise pool.
The hiding behind the rockery was terrified ...
Sitting on the ground, the smell of stench flowed from the lower body.
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South County.
Nanjin City.
Sima Qingshan is living a frightening life these days.
His eyes were red, which was a sequela of not sleeping well for several days.
His entire nerve was tense, and the villagers even thought that Sima Qingshan was sick.
His students came to see him one after another, and Sima Tsingtao just hurriedly let the children leave.
On this day, Sima Qingshan finally summoned the courage and held the paintbrush. He wrote the pen on rice paper, and soon, a simple "chicken peck meter" appeared to his eyes.
That chicken cub is lifelike.
Sima Qingshan has also been used to it. In these days, he paints day and night, but the dead things in the scroll are like living things.
Draw a picture of a lady, the beauty in the painting smiles at him.
When drawing landscape pictures, you can actually hear the sound of gurgling water.
Draw a picture of a chicken pecking rice, and the chicks inside are running happily.
Sima Qingshan felt that he might be a hell, but he took the painted transformation and found a few friends on weekdays.
However, they all said that his painting skills have improved a lot.
You can sell it for some silver.
Sima Qing shirt moved a little bit. During this time, he overcomes the strangeness of the scroll, and for the first time tried to sell the scroll.
He rolled the scroll and watched the beauty in the lady's picture wink at him, and Sima Qing shirt shuddered.
He rolled up the painting, put it in a cloth bag, wrapped a blue shirt, and left the house, rushing to the bazaar in Nanjin City.
...
Outside the city of Nanjin.
In the thick woods, dark shadows quickly passed by.
In the dark, an old face full of paint suddenly emerged, with cold killing and anger in his eyes.
This is an old sacrifice, a sacrifice of the Dai people.
The news of the sacrifices of sacrifices to the sacrificial halves half a month ago passed back to the Tatars, and the Tatars suddenly became furious.
The patriarch was angered, saying that the Zhou people were not credible.
They need revenge, they need to seize Da Zhou's land and plunder their food and women.
So they acted.
The death of the sacrificial sacrifice successfully aroused the wrath of the Qiang people, and together with the puppets of the prosperous southern county, these southern barbarians quietly launched an attack.
On this day, continuous rain for a month makes people drowsy.
The defenders on the walls of the Nanjin city yawned.
suddenly.
An arrow shot at him, piercing the shoulder of the defender.
The garrison's face changed drastically, and he felt no sleepiness. He pulled out his arrows, but found that the flesh on his shoulders began to fester, and the whole man stiffened to the ground.
Southern Barbarian Witchcraft!
Under the city of Nanjin.
The barbaric crowd shouted and rushed.
The hissing sound of a giant elephant sounded, a huge wild elephant with a seat strapped on it, stepping on a tree, causing the ground to shake and emerge from the dense forest.
Hit the gate with a thick wooden stick.
Boom!
Huh!
After repeated collisions, the city gate was finally broken.
The defenders of Nanjin City had already been dispatched, and they bowed and fired arrows to fight the barbarians.
The killing was very violent, and there were countless deaths and injuries.
However, this time the temptations of ordinary barbarians were different. This time, the barbarians almost came out.
Downstairs of the dense city, almost all of them are brutal soldiers. These brutal soldiers shouted excitedly, exposing great sorrow and hunger to the prosperity behind the city walls.
The gate of Nanjin City was broken.
The general who guarded the city of Nanjin led the army to resist at the forefront.
He evacuated the civilians in the city and let a group of soldiers protect the civilians and flee to Nanjiang City.
The bazaar turned into a pot of porridge.
Sima Qingshan rolled up the picture in a hurry and wanted to escape.
The barbarians of the Nanban invaded the city, which was absolutely bad news for the civilians in the city.
These barbarians are barbaric, robbing food, robbing women, doing no evil.
Disgusting than those locusts that eat crops.
In a hurry to escape, Sima Tsingtao was hit, and the pictures in his arms were scattered all over the place, contaminated with sewage.
Sima Qingshan wanted to leave regardless of the scroll, but thinking of the strangeness of the scroll, he crouched down and started picking up scrolls.
In the distance, the shouting sounded.
The defenders of Nanjin City fought and retreated.
Sima Qingshan raised his head blankly, watching the mad brutal soldiers rushing into the city in the distance, fighting with the defenders of Nanjin City.
The defensive forces in Nanjin City were weak, but they still fought bravely to resist.
They used their bodies to stop the barbarian.
The owner of the city of Nanjin City, Sima Qing shirt, has seen it a few times. He is a very kind person on weekdays. Today, he is like a wild lion, his blood is ringing, and he is rushing and killing in the brute.
His body was stained with blood.
When the city owner was hit with a punch by a burly barbarian warrior, fell to the ground, and was pierced into the body with dense icy spears, Sima Qingshan felt his heart tremble.
Icy rain drips from the sky.
The paintings on the ground were wet.
Inexplicably, there was a magnificent vigor that spread from his dantian lower abdomen, and stretched around his body.
He raised his hand and pointed his index finger in the void.
A few raindrops seemed to be under his control.
Sima Qingshan's eyes were frozen.
Use your finger as a pen and rain as ink to draw a knife.
After that, the sword-shaped sword formed by the rain seemed to have formed a substance and followed his intentions.
Speeding out.
Huh!
A brutal soldier was wiped by Dao Ge, and blood splattered.
The defenders of Nanjin City are dead.
Many barbarian soldiers turned their heads, staring madly and bloodthirsty, pale, and holding Sima's blue shirt with trembling fingers.
When a wild soldier waved his weapon wildly and rushed to Sima Qing shirt.
The scrolls were scattered all over the floor ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sima Qing shirt looked coldly at the weapon that was cut towards his head.
Stunned.
A sharp blade of air suddenly cut off.
This brutal soldier was cut into two halves directly by the sword. In front of Sima Tsingtao, the peeled banana peel was divided into two halves ...
A figure of a white shirt shouldered his hand and came slowly from a distance, blinking in the side of Sima Qing shirt.
This white shirt figure has a pig-knife on his waist.
With a moustache, he glanced back at Sima Qing shirt.
"Are you ... the practitioner?"
Sima Qingshan looked stiff, shook her head, and answered dryly.
"I ... I'm just ... a poor artist."