Chapter 103: Yangzhu

After this golden light was incorporated into the body, Chu Yang only felt a clear brain. In his consciousness, this paper turned into a golden light in the sky, and then outlined a map.
All the information about this map poured into his memory.
It took a long time before Chu Yang opened his eyes slowly, his eyes flashed with a gleam, and muttered to himself: "Forget the sun pearl of the dust bead."
"Little Yoko, what did you get?" The reincarnation old man asked curiously.
"A map about the Pearl of the Forgotten Pearl," Chu Yang replied with excitement: "This map is left by the Great Emperor of the Forgotten."
After bearing the fate of that year, he wanted to find another Yinzhu, but he didn't get any news for a long time.
After he became the emperor, this yangzhu was not very useful to him. Before flying, he put the yangzhu in a place.
I hope that one of the people who got the Yinzhu one day can gather the Yin and Yang forget dust beads, and this map is the road map to the hidden place of Yangzhu. "
"Are these all recorded on this paper?" The reincarnation old man asked.
"Yes, teacher, as long as you get the Yangzhu, the threat of Yinzhu can be lifted," Chu Yang replied with a smile.
"Not only that, but you can also master the Yin-Yang Avenue, soaring into the sky," the reincarnation old man said with a smile: "Forgetting the dust beads is the fourth existence in the world's wonder list."
"It's not too late, teacher, I'm going to find Yangzhu now," Chu Yang said with a smile.
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Directly in front of the painting palace, the door into it turned out to be a painting.
In this painting, the breeze is slowly, several willows are swaying with the breeze, the endless river cannot see the end, and several fishing boats are floating on the sparkling river.
On the shore not far from the fishing boat, there is a small hut in the green water and green mountains.
There are two red lanterns hanging in front of the house, and the door is half-covered.
Is such an extremely realistic painting. When Xu Zimo put his hand on the wooden door, he saw the light of the lantern flashing in the painting, and his whole eyes were black, and he suddenly lost consciousness.
Behind all people who entered the painting palace used this method.
When Xu Zimo woke up, he found himself on a plain wilderness.
There was no one around, Xu Zimo looked around for a while, and he already had a thought in his mind.
The test of the painting palace is divided into four layers, and if it fails once, it will be expelled from the painting palace directly.
Not long after Xu Zimo walked, he saw a dense maple forest in front.
"Please find the only true maple leaf in these maple forests within a quarter of an hour."
A loud voice suddenly came from the sky, the sound seemed to explode in the ear.
Xu Zimo raised his head slightly. There are at least hundreds of maple trees in this maple forest, and at least a thousand leaves on each maple tree.
Only one of these tens of thousands of maple leaves actually exists, and the difficulty of finding it out can be imagined.
Xu Zimo exhaled deeply, he knew the significance of this test.
The artist has reached the highest level, and has been able to turn the objects in the painting into reality, just like the relentless painting.
But no matter how superb your painting skills are, the objects it transforms are still essentially different from the real ones.
After all, creation is a matter of heaven and earth, and the various fate causality, Shou Yuan cultivation, and the most cumbersome and complex structure of the human body are unimaginable.
A painter hasn't been able to complete the feat of creation. At most, they paint fakes in the same way as the world.
And in this large maple forest, except for a maple leaf that spontaneously grows between heaven and earth, everything else is drawn.
The purpose of the ruthless arrangement of paintings is to enable every painter who accepts his inheritance to distinguish the difference between reality and painting.
Instead of indulging in the illusion of painting and calligraphy.
Xu Zimo slowly closed his eyes. The world pearl was very important to him, and he did not want to waste much time.
Sometimes your eyes will lie to you. If you want to find the real maple leaf, you must rely on your heart.
He let go of his thoughts, threw out all his thoughts, and put himself in an ethereal state.
Xu Zimo slowly runs his self-cultivated "Only Self-determination", at first he was still very impetuous.
But with the passage of time, Xu Zimo felt a silence in his ear, as if the whole world was still.
Lonely in the endless lonely, the sight in front of him is dark.
Suddenly, he heard some different sounds, and there seemed to be a breeze blowing around, and the breeze blowing the maple leaves made a rustling light noise.
Xu Zimo walked in the maple forest with his eyes closed, and the sound of countless maple leaves shaking in his ears became clearer and clearer.
He walked forward while carefully listening to the sound of maple leaf swinging.
Walked for a long time, his footsteps suddenly stopped beside a maple tree.
Saw that he slowly extended his left hand, groped for a while among the dense maple leaves, and finally picked one of the maple leaves.
At this time, Xu Zimo opened his eyes and looked at the maple leaf in his hand, a smile on the corner of his mouth.
After this maple leaf was taken by him ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Xu Zimo found that the whole maple forest where he was started began to shake.
The maple tree, which was still extremely real, turned into a painting at this moment, and slowly fell in front of Xu Zimo.
The maple forest disappeared, and Xu Zimo found himself back on the plain again.
He put the maple painting in front of him in Najie and then moved on.
The more you move forward, the higher the temperature will be, and the weather that was originally blown by the spring wind will become hotter.
Not long after Xu Zimo left, he only felt dry, and the hot sun burst on the ground, as if to throw away all his light and heat.
He looked up at the sky and saw that two suns appeared in the calm sky.
Under the burst of two suns, dry cracks appeared all over the earth.
Xu Zimo continued to move forward, and a small village appeared in front.
"Finally," he wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled for a long time.
At the entrance of the village, several children in hats were holding bows and arrows and were shooting at the sun in the sky.
But when the bow and arrow shoot at most ten meters away, it will fall. It is a delusion to shoot the sun down with these bows and arrows.
However, Xu Zimo knew that this test is the imagination. As a painter, imagination is essential.
"Children, what are you doing?" Xu Zimo stepped forward and asked with a smile.
"We are shooting the sun, the weather is too hot, so we want to shoot a sun, it should be cooler," one of the children said with a milky voice.
"Children, you can't hit the sun in your life," Xu Zimo shook his head and smiled.
"Is there any way for the elder brother?" The child asked curiously.