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The bedroom was brightly lit, and the bedding was gently undulating in the curtains. Chen Jing fell asleep quietly, occasionally scratching his face, and turned around in one direction to breathe slightly.

call…..

As the curtain stroking, burning lights went out, the bedroom fell into darkness, and the huge black shadows in the gaps in the window lattice seeped in, winding against the wall, and came to the head of the bed.

The shadow of the tentacles and the shadow of the mouthpiece danced and closed, leaned down from the wall, staring at the sleeping face of the boy below.

Hiss ~~~

There was a sound of breathing between the teeth, and the tent gauze was absorbing towards the black shadow. Perhaps he felt cold. Chen Jing moved in the quilt uncontrollably twice, and his head was swaying left and right on the wooden pillow, as if he was in a nightmare.

Widths of light yellow air slowly poked out from the boy's body, leaving his body, passing through the veil of the curtain, and entering the outline of the black shadow-

Something lit up at the corner column of the hanging bed at the end of the bed, and a green light burst out. The green jade pendant suddenly twisted a few times. The two jade carp carp on it turned their eyes and the fish tail swung.

laugh!

It was like the sound of water pounced into the boiling oil exploded in the hall, and the blue light hit the black shadow on the wall at the head of the bed, and a foul stench filled the room.

‘Well…………………’

On the bed, Chen Jing tightened his brows and struggled hard. Suddenly, he shouted "Ah--" and opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

A gust of fishy wind in the hall was rolled up, the curtain was rolled up, the window opened with a bang, and the black shadow quickly spread out. In the room, the green and cold light dimmed, and fell to the ground with the two carp swimming in the air.

Outside the palace, a series of footsteps ran over, and the guards pushed open the palace gate and rushed in.

"Prince!"

Immediately afterwards, more people ran across the bedroom and hissed.

"Hurry, protect the prince!" "View the windows on the side of the hall!"

"I saw something running out-"

"Chase!"

With loud shouts, the clanging armor leaves and scabbards collided. The guards of the East Palace and the soldiers of the imperial guards ran on torches. Someone found a different place and was following the followers to search for them. A faint sound of the Buddhist sound came from the attic not far away with lights.

"It's gone..."

"Are you a dazzled look? This seems to be a place to protect the country and law, and idle people cannot enter."

"Then... look elsewhere."

Several guards carrying swords looked around and walked around and investigated elsewhere.

There was a light attic, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed. In the light, a black shadow wandered up against the wall, slipped into the window, and turned into a smoke and penetrated into the old monk's back.

"6 Good Students!"

Pudu Cihang opened his eyes, his extremely gloomy voice squeezed out between his lips, and the windows were vibrating. Soon, outside the door, the maid with a black skirt spoke.

"There is only one person missing among all civil and military officials."

"who?"

"Min Changwen."

"Send someone to catch him back, and this Dharma Master will personally save his anger."

....

In the East Palace, the lights were lit up again.

Chen Jing's face was covered in sweat, gasping heavily, and his panic gaze swam away, sweeping over the guards standing with a knife around him, and his eyes finally fell on a Pisces pearl-covered pendant on the ground.

"This is Mr. 6's jade pendant. I just saved me..."

As soon as he murmured, a slight sound came from the jade pendant, as if it had completed its mission, and it was broken into two pieces in front of everyone.

The mana above dissipates.

Hundreds of miles away, among the mountains surrounded by dark night, in the small courtyard of the mountain village, the sleeping young man suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked to the north facing the window lattice.

“Hahuhahahu…”

On the side of the pillow, the sleeping toad Taoist toad opened and closed the mouths and snored. The frog web grabbed the white belly and sat up. Seeing the back standing in front of the window, she yawned and smacked her lips.

"Yuesheng, what's wrong?"

"That centipede took action."

6 Liangsheng said lightly, waved his hand over the oil lamp on the desk, and the flames as big as beans ignited to illuminate the entire room, and followed the paintings that had not been finished before.

In the scroll on the wall, Nie Honglian stuck his head out, rubbed his eyes, and looked curiously at the scholar who was setting up an easel in the room, floating to sit next to the toad Taoist.

"Master Toad, what are you going to do?"

The toad yawned again and lay down, flipped his stomach, and waved his frog webbing: "Prepare to fight with the little centipede demon... to sleep."

"Oh." Hong Lian got up and walked gently to the desk, helping to polish the ink. The scholar over there pulled the covered white cloth and hung it off the end of the bed.

6 Liangsheng sat down in front of the painting. Even though he was uneasy, it would be useless to be too far away. He said, "Young Master." Hong Lian handed the pen and inkstone in his ear.

He took a breath, suppressed his anger, reached out to take the wolf's hair, dipped it ink, and continued to write on "The Soul-Full of the Yin Mansion" to embellish the details of the background.

It is different from the previous painting with magic power.

This time, almost every stroke of 6 Liangsheng infiltrated his spiritual energy and magic power into the painting, as if he was in a small world inside his body.

The dark red and sticky river of blood wiped away the green grass. On the contrary, it added strange-shaped stones and waved hands to the dead woods in the distance. The bald blood-eyed corpse bird stood on the treetops, making a scream.

‘Ghosts and evil spirits!’

6 Liangsheng stuck his fingers out his wide sleeves and drew the "Ghost" seal script in the air. When he thought about it, the cold wind whistled and whistled. As the cold gathered, the bloody and yellow mud on the ground surging little by little, and his dense arms and head broke out.

"Hiss...roar..."

“Woooo….”

The dead trees and old forests cried continuously, and the outlines of nothingness floated out from it, floating around 6 Liangsheng, with gusts of cold wind...

‘It’s the next step.’

Holding the discomfort as if he was in the Yin Realm, 6 Liangsheng's fingers accelerated, and seal scripts appeared in the air, flying into the hands of broken evil ghosts, skeletons, and ghosts. The magic light condensed and turned into something completely abrupt about the surroundings.

——Music instrument.

Suona, gong, cymbal, drum, flute, pipa...

"It's done."

6 Liangsheng vomited a breath of turbid air, and his consciousness had returned to the room. I don’t know how long it had passed, and the sky outside was already dawn.

The scholar put down his pen and looked at the evil ghost skeleton holding various musical instruments in his hand. With a flash of his finger, the moment his magic power flew into the painting!

The clouds on the painting wandered around. In the light shining with red blood, the monster birds of dead trees spread their wings and whistled, flying away from the branches and hovering in the air.

The dense skeletons roared, lifted the instrument in their hands, and then... blew it.

The sad and sad joy came from the painting and rang in the room. The toad Taoist in his sleep seemed to have evoked the past and suddenly burst into tears.

Hong Lian covered her ears and quickly floated into the painting. She reached out and grabbed the lower end of the painting, pulled it up, and rolled up the whole painting.

A sad and sad voice came from the room, as if it was a charming mind. A rumbling sound came from the roof. The Taoist rolled and crawled down from the roof, shaking in the yard.

Seeing this scene, 6 Liangsheng hurriedly removed his magic power from the painting. The intestine in the painting stopped, and the sad and disturbing vocal music also ended abruptly.

The toad Taoist on the bed opened his eyes, sat up, blinked in confusion, and touched the corners of his eyes.

"Why did I cry..."

I quickly rub the webbing away the tears and let people see it. Wouldn’t it be a joke to me!

The Taoist in the yard also looked around in confusion. He came to the yard for some reason, raised his eyes to look at the roof, and was shocked and sweated.

.....Is your mother, I have night travel symptoms?

In the other two rooms, Li Jinhua walked out wearing a piece of clothing, saw the Taoist in the yard, and asked:

"Who is dead?"

6 Lao Shi followed behind and poked his head out of the door frame: "How much does it take to get the gift?"

....

In the room, Liangsheng calmed down his mind. The vocal music on the painting had no effect on him. He was just a little shocked when he drew this picture for the first time.

"If you use a little magic power in the Golden Pill stage, will you have such power?"

If you give it, you may be able to compete with that Fazhang's Sanskrit for his life. By the way, just painting is not enough.

Thinking of this, 6 Liangsheng picked up the scroll and blew upwards. The ink was instantly drying, and then quickly rolled it in his hand. He said to his parents in the yard: "If you have something to do, go out for a walk." He went straight out of the fenced courtyard and went to Qixia Mountain west of the village in one breath.

He saluted to his mentor's tombstone and bypassed the eight magic swords that were still resonating. 6 Liangsheng walked to Lao Song, shook open his sleeves in the blowing wind, held the scroll and bowed down.

"I borrow two branches of you to use, and I will return it as an opportunity in the future."

In the mountain breeze, the old pine sways the branches and leaves, rustling and rustling, and leaves float around the scholar who bowed like snowflakes.

Pa... Pa...

Two crisp sounds came one after another, and two pine branches dragged the leaves to the scholar.

This old pine has been standing on the cliff of Qixia Mountain for hundreds of years. When the 6th Grandpa was still a child, the old pine was like this. Moreover, the intersection of spiritual energy has given the hundreds of years of old trees a little consciousness, which is expected by the Six Good Business.

“I’m grateful!”

Another gift was given, and Liangsheng picked up the pine branches on the ground, wiped the branches and leaves with his fingers, removed the excess branches, and then spread them in the palm of his hand. The two pine branches rotated out of thin air, and the rough bark on it peeled off inch by inch. The scholar twisted out the round heads at both ends, penetrated the scroll up and down, and formed the scroll.

"It's almost done, but unfortunately it's not a magic weapon for magic powers..."
Chapter completed!