The towering towering towering into the sky stands quietly on the earth, and it remains unchanged all the time. The sky is filled with clouds and clouds rolling. The upper floor of the attic is completely hidden in the vast sea of ​​clouds. People with poor cultivation can only see black and white walls.

The Lord of Changping looked at the top of the attic blankly. He could feel the opening of the attic, which was a throbbing from the depths of his bloodline.

How is it possible...

Since the beginning of the establishment of the Heaven Pavilion, no one has ever climbed to the highest level, and he actually drew a door and opened it and walked in and easily entered. This relaxed and comfortable feeling made her a little confused, just like a certain belief in her heart suddenly shattered.

As a descendant of the painting emperor Hu Xueyi, she knew very well that the Heavenly Pavilion was not built brick by brick, but the Heavenly Tower drawn by their ancestor Hu Xueyi waving ink.

Therefore, this seemingly ordinary Dengtian Pavilion actually has all kinds of magical and incredible powers. The power of other attributes will be rejected by Dengtian Pavilion. Only the painting path will be used unhindered.

The top floor space is not large, about 100 square meters, and four small windows were built on all sides of the room. The windows are made of wooden and antique. There are not many decorations in the room, giving people the feeling of a simple small room.

A wooden chair was placed in the window near the east. At this time, a black-bearded old man holding a teacup was staring at Tang Bohu who suddenly broke into the room. "How did you come in?"

Tang Bohu shrugged, "Draw a door, push it open, step on his legs, and walk in."

The old man black beard patted his head, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and made a slight crackling sound. The hot black ink spilled from the teacup, and the room was filled with the fragrance of ink.

But the point is not this, "You, you, but the rules set are not for you to get up like this." The old man Blackbeard was a little confused. The rules set at the beginning were to challenge the latecomers from the first, second, third, layer by layer.

It would be too much for you to draw a door and run in so suddenly.

But then I felt a chill in my heart. This painting gate seemed very simple. Many painting cultivators who had reached the level of immortality or above can basically do it, but it also depends on where they were used.

In some places, there is a strong suppression force. For example, if there is a formation in the city, the power will be suppressed and the space will be imprisoned by the formation. Even if a door is drawn, it cannot be pushed open.

Not to mention this Dengtian Pavilion, even the immortal painting cultivator would not want to use this cheating space magic power in the pavilion. The highest level is the most important array eye of the entire Dengtian Pavilion. It is difficult for ordinary true immortals to be so casual. After all, this Dengtian Pavilion is an external manifestation of the Painting Emperor Hu Xueyi's Taoist. If you want to break the rules, you are fighting against Hu Xueyi's Taoist.

Tang Bohu glanced at the old man with black beard and saw through his true face at first glance. It was just the spirit of the artifact of the Heaven Pavilion. He thought he could meet Hu Xueyi himself at the highest level. Tang Bohu couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Please forgive me if you take the liberty to break in. Where is your master?" Tang Bohu asked politely.

He was just curious about Hu Xueyi's ability and wanted to come and have a look, and he had no malice.

The old man black bearded looked at Tang Bohu alertly, "The master is not at home, he is out."

"I will be back soon." I added later, wanting to remind Tang Bohu that his master will come back at any time.

"How long does it take for him to come back?" Tang Bohu smiled slightly.

"I don't know." The old man black beard answered honestly.

Tang Bohu had a lifetime, and then looked around in the room, but soon a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes. This guy was very sloppy and his writing was too hasty. There were many details and bad reviews.

Shaking his head and sighing, I had a waste of time.

He directly drew a door and pushed it away.

The spirit of the weapon left behind a vigilant look on the edge of the window and looked at Tang Bohu who was leaving.

......

"What's in? Why didn't I see that guy?" Everyone present discussed and made a noise again, and many people raised their heads and looked up at their heads.

"Where is that guy?"

There is a projection of the inner scene of the Dengtian Pavilion above my head, but the content of the projection can only see the floor where someone enters.

All the rooms on the first floor were visible, with faces sweeping by one by one, and there was no young man wearing a sexy red robe at all.

Princess Changping sighed in her heart. The people who were blocked by special formations on the top floor could not see the scene on the top floor.

The void flashed in front of me, as if the calm water surface was rippling, followed by a little black ink that appeared out of thin air, followed by dyeing outwards, and a small white dot appeared in the center of the black ink, which expanded larger and larger, and eventually turned into a black and white door.

Tang Bohu's unrestrained and sexy red figure walked out from it, facing Princess Changping's eyes. The black gate was less than two meters away from Princess Changping's flying carpet.

Tang Bohu coughed and was about to turn around and leave. This was really a mistake. He just chose a space node outside without anyone, but he didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

"This Taoist brother, wait." The Lord of the Changping Palace said with surprise.

Others may not know it, but as the imperial family of the Painting Dynasty, she understands how it is to be able to directly enter the top floor of the Heaven Pavilion.

This is definitely a powerful person!

And he is also a powerful figure in painting!

The painting court is respected by painting, and their imperial family is particularly fond of the powerhouses of painting.

Basically, the geniuses who performed outstandingly in the Heaven Pavilion will eventually become the prince consort or princess of the painting dynasty.

Therefore, this climbing heaven pavilion attracted countless people to participate, which is an opportunity to climb the sky in one step.

"What's the matter?" Tang Bohu's tone was a little calm.

The Lord of Changping Palace had never heard of it and smiled like a flower. "My father loved to make friends with masters in painting, and even told me that if I could see such masters, I must not slack off. There are many paintings left by the ancestors in my painting palace for viewing. I believe that I will not disappoint fellow Taoists."

Tang Bohu looked at Princess Changping deeply, smiled and nodded, "That's disturbing."

Xiong Kuohai smiled at the corner of his mouth. This Tang Bohu was probably going to become the son-in-law of the Huachao.

The Heavenly Conference in Dengtian Pavilion is still being held as usual, but the contestants who stayed inside did not know that the outside world's attention had been all on Tang Bohu and Huachao Palace Master.

After watching for a while, Xiong Kuohai stood up and left the scene, and then people from other major forces left one after another.

"I wonder how Hu Meng should call fellow Taoist?" The Lord of Changping spoke to Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu replied politely: "Tang Bohu."

"This name sounds really good. So, can you join any force?" The Lord of the Changping Palace was circulating.

"Not yet, there's one person left." Tang Bohu shouted.

The two of them chatted together along the way, but most of the time, Tang Bohu responded concisely.

The Lord of the Changping Palace was not angry, and there was still a smile on his face, and there was no dissatisfaction in his eyes.

I soon arrived at the Huachao Imperial Palace, and many people were already greeting me outside the Imperial Palace.

The first person was a man wearing a white imperial robe and a crown. His eyebrows were 70 to 80% similar to those of the Lord of Changping Palace. There were many people standing behind him, all of whom looked like people from the imperial clan of the Painting Dynasty. These people looked very similar. Many people even believed that they were brothers and sisters, just like children with multiple children.

"I have met fellow Taoist Tang." Hua Chao smiled on the face of the emperor, and stretched out his right hand to express his welcome.

As the emperor of the painting court, it is necessary to give him face.

Tang Bohu glanced at the painting and chuckled at the imperial clan.

If someone familiar with Tang Bohu saw him at this moment, he would definitely find something wrong with Tang Bohu. Although Tang Bohu is not as romantic as the legend of Romance, he is also considered a boring and unruly personality. It is still abnormal to be so calm and steady today.

"I have prepared dinner. Can Fellow Daoist Tang enjoy his face?" Hua Chao had a kind smile on the face of the emperor.

Tang Bohu breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head to decline, "No need, because of his personality, I don't like to contact strangers. If I have been in contact with strangers for a long time, I will panic. I have made up my mind to come today, so I would forgive you. Su Went the Emperor Palace, there is a picture left by Senior Hu Xueyi. Bohu's trip is just to see his senior's style."

Hua nodded to the emperor, which believed Tang Bohu's words.

"Okay, since fellow Taoists do not like to contact strangers, I won't force them. Fellow Taoists please follow me." The Emperor of Huachao led the way in front of Tang Bohu and followed.

Many palace masters who passed by along the way showed curious eyes when they saw Tang Bohu, and Tang Bohu did not look at him.

"Father." When passing a palace, the little girl's cute voice came from the palace. A little girl with a braid jumped and ran out and threw herself into the arms of the emperor.

The emperor bent down and hugged the little girl, shaved the bridge of the little girl's nose in a doting way, and explained to Tang Bohu: "This is Xiao Jiujiu, my 99th daughter, Xiao Jiujiu called Uncle Tang quickly."

"Uncle Tang." The little girl shouted sweetly.

Tang Bohu smiled faintly, "I'll give you a gift for the first time when I met." After saying that, he put his finger on his pen and drew an exquisite silver moon necklace in the void. He took out the necklace with his thumb and index finger and then put it on Xiao Jiujiu himself.

The emperor smiled and watched all this. He waited until the necklace was put on and put Xiao Jiujiu down, rubbed his head, "Be good, go back first, my father still has something to do to see you later."

"Yes!" Xiao Jiujiu narrowed his eyes and smiled out a pair of dimples. He walked back to the courtyard. In the courtyard, a beautiful man in palace clothes was holding Xiao Jiujiu, smiling slightly to the two outside, nodding and leaving.

Tang Bohu looked at the woman and Xiao Jiujiu in the palace deeply, turned around and continued to walk deep into the imperial palace.

"This is Zilou. The paintings of the ancestor are basically stored inside. You can watch them at will. I will not disturb you if I have any matters. If you have any questions, you can order people outside at any time." The emperor said to Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu bowed with both hands to thank the emperor.

After the emperor left, Tang Bohu closed the gate of Zilou, spread his palms, and a black hair curled up in his palm.

This is a small piece of hair Tang Bohu took when he put a necklace on Xiao Jiujiu.

Tang Bohu looked at the strand of hair in his hand with a faint look, sighed and frowned, hoping that my guess was wrong.

The next moment, the hair lying in his palm swayed gently, and then the color became lighter and shorter. The hair quietly concentrated inward and finally turned into a small dark dot.

The index finger of the left hand pointed it on the small dot in the palm of your palm, and the dark dot immediately penetrated into your fingertips.

This is a drop of ink.

A drop of ink that still has the fragrance of ink.

In Tang Bohu's eyes, everyone in the imperial clan of this painting is made of ink.

It's like a moving landscape painting.

Including the Emperor of Painting, the Palace Master of Changping, Xiao Jiujiu, and the woman in the palace dress holding Xiao Jiujiu...

It’s not Tang Bohu, but Liu Xiahui, and the things about Fengyue are sparse and ordinary for him.

but--

This is ink! When Tang Bohu turned his head on the flying carpet, he saw a pile of ink coming up, almost without punching it out.

The paintings of Hu Xueyi are hung in the purple building. The paintings are hung on both sides of the purple building, and there are upward stairs inside. The purple building has seven floors, and each floor is as big as a football field.
To be continued...