Gallery Hades.

Yingshu and the little lady Xihe had already left and returned to the boundaries of the painting city.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was alone in front of the black millstone, carefully observing "Hell", trying to figure out the relationship between "Hell" and the ghost gate.

Unfortunately, several days passed and still nothing was found.

"Hell" was too mysterious for him to take a peek.

However, with the fusion of the chains of the Ghost Gate Law, the boundary wall of the gallery underworld has become stronger and stronger.

In Feng Qingyan's view, it is really possible for the gallery underworld to evolve into a realm.

Shortly after.

He also emerged from the gallery underworld.

At this time, he came to the wooden house of the little lady Xihe, and Donggonglan and Qingmang had found it two days ago. The wooden house was somewhat simple, located in a valley ten miles away from the painting city, and the environment was very quiet...

It was rare for the little lady Xihe to have a friend, so she tried her best to invite Yingshu to stay.

So Dong Gonglan and Feng Qingyan also stayed.

At this moment, Qing Mang and Qing Niu Lao Hai were gnawing on the grass by the stream in front of the valley.

Feng Qingyan came from outside the valley. When he saw Qingmang, Lao Hai said hello and stood in front of the stream staring at the water. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Where did the netherworld connected to the ghost gate go?

This was a question he had been thinking about. He almost searched the underworld of the gallery but could not find the netherworld, which made him extremely curious.

Although he has never entered it, he can feel the vastness of the netherworld just from the ghost gate.

Perhaps it was bigger than he imagined.

He always felt that the unknown netherworld might be the real netherworld.

The netherworld in this world is just a fragment.

And Mr. Baiyi has walked into the netherworld for so long, why hasn't he come back yet? The most important thing is that the connection between Mr. Baiyi and him was actually cut off after entering the ghost gate.

In this world.

He can know every thought of Mr. Baiyi, and can even control it.

The man in white is him.

but.

Ever since Mr. Bai Yi entered that netherworld, he seemed to have become two people.

This made him feel uneasy.

While he was thinking, an hour passed.

When he came to his senses, he still wanted to find Netherworld, but his purpose of coming to paint the city could not be abandoned.

Naturally, he came to Paint City to learn painting.

Now he was walking towards the cabin.

Although the wooden house is not small, with several rooms and two floors, it is really simple. When he came, the front and back of the house were covered with weeds, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

In fact, it's mainly the little lady Xihe who spends most of her time in the gallery.

At this time, Yingshu, Donggonglan and Xihe were cleaning the wooden house and building a yard in front and behind the wooden house.

There is something about the movie book that I don’t understand.

Miss Xihe is obviously a woman, so why is the home she lives in so untidy...

Moreover, many daily necessities are not available.

"The gentleman is back?"

Shadow Book is clearing the weeds in front of the floor.

Feng Qingyan nodded, went back to the first floor to tidy up, and then came out to help.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the wooden house took on a new look, with flowers and plants planted in both the front and back yards.

And on the fifth day.

Feng Qingyan finally arrived at the painting city.

The strangeness of the Painted City opened Feng Qingyan's eyes. Every painting that appeared in the Painted City was a small world...

There are almost all painters in heaven and earth.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was walking and looking, but he couldn't understand the scrolls that appeared. This was at least the level of a painter.

However, his paintings have not yet been commissioned.

He can only learn from the very basics.

So, he went to a painting hall, where he was awarded the most basic painting techniques...

in a blink.

A month has passed.

He finally understood it and began to study.

But at this time, a strange thing happened to him. Whenever he picked up the brush to draw, a vague bridge would appear in his mind.

The bridge is very blurry, but it looks like a stone arch bridge.

At first glance, it seemed to be tens of feet, but at the second glance, it was dozens of feet, or even hundreds of feet.

This surprised him.

What kind of bridge is this?

Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and contemplated carefully, but the bridge that appeared in his mind was still very blurry.

He couldn't see clearly and couldn't draw it.

As he learned more and more about painting, it seemed that the bridge in his mind became clearer.

When he finally finished the painting, the bridge that appeared in his mind became clearer, but it was still difficult to see through, and seemed to be shrouded in a somewhat mysterious atmosphere.

"I think about it every day and dream about it at night. Is this the bridge that connects us?"

Feng Qingyan Qingdao.

Perhaps it was because he had been surrounding the Bridge of Acceptance during this period that a Bridge of Acceptance was born in his mind?

Regardless of whether it was a bridge or not, he still couldn't write.

It seems like something is stuck.

However, his level of painting is advancing rapidly.

There is a lot of progress every day.

First, he is a canon; second, his talent is rare; third, he is a scholar.

For many literati, calligraphy and painting are actually connected.

In the book city and the painting city, many calligraphers or painters are experts in calligraphy and painting...

So it was not difficult for him to learn to paint.

In his second month of learning painting, he was already an eighth-grade painter.

When he was studying painting, he didn't waste any time on shadow books. He was also studying painting, and he became a master of painting not long ago.

Dong Gonglan also broke through and became a fifth-grade luthier.

In the valley.

In the yard before and after the wooden house, the flowers and plants that were planted earlier are now blooming.

Dong Gong Lan played the piano among the flowers, while Ying Shu learned painting from the little lady Xihe, and her style was a little darker...

If I'm not painting the underworld, I'm painting ghosts.

At this moment, the little lady in the shadow book also has a dream, which is to be able to draw a ghost at the level of a ghost king like the little lady in Xihe.

The little lady Xihe had nothing to do except give a few instructions.

Her mind is on the gallery underworld.

Now that the underworld of the gallery is no longer in her hands, she has no interest in painting anymore.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was coming back from outside the valley. When Ying Shu saw him, he said, "Gentleman, I want to go into the gallery to paint in the underworld."

Feng Qingyan glanced at Xihe and nodded, saying: "Wait a moment."

Although they already knew the existence of the Ghost Gate, they only thought it was the mysterious stone gate for the time being, and they did not know that the Ghost Gate was behind Feng Qingyan. At this moment, Feng Qingyan returned to the room to rest for a while, then came outside the layer and breathed out the Ghost Gate.

He said, "Shadow Book, Xihe, the door is open."

"Walk."
To be continued...