Mo Yun stood in front of the table and stared at the blank picture.

Holding the pen, the drops fell down and sputtered, like blossoming plum blossoms.

What to do?

Control brush movement?

How to move?

What shape does it imitate?

Landscape? Flowers and birds?

What's the point!

If you want to draw, then draw something that ordinary people can’t draw! Draw something that doesn’t exist!

He swiped wildly, and the thick ink gradually dried up, finally filling the scroll.

What is this?

If you are not satisfied, tear it up and repaint it.

It is not easy to draw good works!

Use the body as the pen, the soul as the hand, and turn the inner energy into ink.

Splash!

Decorate!

Move!

Don’t think about what to draw with your brain, leave it to inspiration! Leave it to your soul!

…

Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing persuaded Quan Suhuan to go and see the eldest son in the Daxiangguo Temple.

Quan Suhuan was very dissatisfied, but still agreed. She was a person who could listen to her words.

"Let's take my Jiahai Jinluan and have a cup of tea together."

"Good."

"That's really great."

The three of them walked outside the mansion. Lu Zhengkang said to a maid: "Donor, please go to Junxianju and inform Mr. Mo Yun in white that the girl playing the piano is in danger. You should check on him first."

Whether he has finished the painting or not, if he is in a daze indoors, just knock on the door. If he is still painting, just wait a moment and don’t worry.”

The maid took the order and left.

Taoist Kun Qing calculated with his fingers, squinted at the sky, and for a long time, smiled slightly and said, "This will save us some effort."

Lu Zhengkang also recognized this man's divination ability, and asked curiously, "Taoist, with your level, how come you are still a descendant of the three sects?"

Kun Qing's face was not very good, "It's not just the old guys who are occupying the position, but there are a few people with connections ahead of me. When I get to my seventh or eighth decade, I might be able to get ahead."

Lu Zhengkang burst out laughing after hearing this, fluttering his big sleeves, and got into the luxurious carriage.

The Taoist priest followed angrily without saying anything.

…

Mo Yun sat on the ground.

He remembered what Lu Zhengkang said to him.

"Either you have your heart full, or you forget your feelings, the choice is up to you."

A voice came from outside the door: "Master Mo! Little Master Miaoji asked your servant to bring you a message."

Mo Yun tilted his head slightly and said, "Tell me."

"The girl playing the piano is in danger."

"Got it."

"My maid, please leave."

Mo Yun turned back.

His eyes were dead.

"Forget love. Forget sword."

"No thoughts are thoughts, and there is no way to act as a Dharma."

These words were all spoken by that person.

That unfathomable little novice monk...

Who is he?

There are ripples in the lake of my heart.

The remaining chapter of "Heart Sword Sutra", the ancient swordsman.

The remaining divine will, the restrained spiritual energy...

The suppressed lava erupted in the depths.

Mo Yun stood up suddenly.

Whisper.

"I don't want to forget, I don't need to forget."

Drink high.

"Those who are obstructing me and confusing me, just kill them all!"

The so-called superiors, the so-called etiquette and morals, the so-called prejudices of mind, you are all a cage in my body!

"ha!"

A long laugh.

Cang!

Cut the dragon out of its sheath!

A long rainbow of silver light flew into the swordsman's raised palm.

Mo Yun turned his wrist and swung out the light and thin sword flower, like flying flowers in the four seasons.

Holding the long sword upside down, he pushed open the door and walked out. The light of noon blew in along with the cold winter wind, stirring up the hanging picture.

On the white paper, there is an ink sword!

Although the broken sword is broken, the sword of the heart is still sharp!

Evil heretics, kill them!

Anyone who disturbs my mind will be killed!

Enemies, enemies, thieves, kill! Kill! Kill!

…

A thin and slender arm was raised like lightning and grabbed Ning Baiyi's neck.

The girl looked at Quan Hongming with horrified eyes.

No.

He is not Quan Hongming, he is the monster under the skin!

"Finally we meet, good friends!" The monster grinned, revealing two rows of sharp fangs.

Ning Baiyi's face turned red, "Who...are you?!"

Scarlet grimaces emerge from the surface of "Quan Hongming", like the sacrificial totems of primitive witchcraft.

"I am a member of the public! You can call me by this name, haha!"

The bodies of all the creatures are constantly deforming, getting taller and stronger, and their dark muscles are as strong as rocks, bursting the chains.

There are more and more grimaces, and they are getting denser and denser, showing the various appearances of all living beings. Sure enough, all living beings are born in the same way!

White and delicate arms grew out of the back, grasping each other and forming a knot. There seemed to be countless flickering eyes in the shadows between the arms, as if there was a netherworld hidden in the torso, and countless evil ghosts were watching the living.

world.

Soon, the swelling crowd reached the ceiling of the stone prison. Holding Ning Baiyi in one hand, he punched through the wall and rushed out.

"roar!!!!"

This huge inhuman roar quickly summoned the monks from Daxiangguo Temple.

"What a monster! Put down Benefactor Ning!"

The monks in the capital were all literate monks, not martial arts students. However, they were still calm and fearless, shouting loudly and ordering everyone to surrender without restraint.
To be continued...