For more than half a year, he often stared at the Ji Dao Killing Monument, which consumed a lot of his energy and always made him feel tired.
It seems difficult to recover for a while.
Although the ultimate will has a great influence on him, it also points out the direction for him.
If it weren't for the Ji Dao Killing Monument, he wouldn't have known that the power of will could be so powerful and terrifying.
This is a force that defies heaven.
Does this mean that the will of the Thirteenth Emperor and the Twelve Heaven-Defying Emperors are existences of the Heaven-defying level?
Otherwise, how dare you defy heaven?
In the past, he was not curious about heaven and never thought about what heaven was.
But now, I am very curious.
Everything in this world operates consciously or unconsciously?
He once believed that "Heaven and Earth are not benevolent and treat all things as stupid dogs." That is to say, Heaven and Earth treat all things the same and are not particularly good to anyone or particularly bad to anyone.
Everything develops naturally.
In other words, no matter what happens to all things, it is the behavior of all things themselves and has nothing to do with heaven and earth.
The heaven and earth let nature take its course, and everything is like the wind blowing into the night, moistening things silently.
but.
After seeing the Jidao Killing Monument, his perception seemed to have changed.
Moreover, when the Ji Dao Killing Monument was killing Heaven, he heard the voice of "God", and there was a bit of anger in the coldness...
What did this "Heaven" do to make the Twelve Emperors and Thirteenth Emperors want to kill the Heaven?
Now he does not feel the evil of "God", nor is he aware of the badness of "God", nor does he find that "God" is conscious.
so.
Is the "heaven" that the twelve heaven-defying emperors and the thirteenth emperor want to kill the sky above their heads?
Maybe it's the same one.
Maybe not.
At some point, the bullock cart stopped.
Feng Qingyan came to his senses and opened the curtain. Seeing that he had not entered the city yet, but was in the wild, he was a little surprised and said: "Qingmang, why did you stop?"
"Your Majesty, it's noon, and Miss Yingshu said she would prepare lunch."
Qing Mang snorted.
Feng Qingyan nodded without saying anything. He had already agreed to go with them, so he did not leave alone.
He thought for a while and then got off the bullock cart.
"Gentleman, just take a moment." Ying Shu said with a smile, "I'll go find some firewood and see if I can catch two pheasants by the way."
"Be careful, don't go too far."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"Know it."
The shadow book then flashed into the forest.
Dong Gonglan signaled to the maid, and the maid followed.
"Qing Mang, go help."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"ah?"
Qing Mang was at a loss, so he quickly came to his senses and said, "How can I help? Find firewood? Or make a fire?"
"Catch two pheasants and bring them back."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"okay."
Qingmang then flashed into the forest.
Soon after, Qing Mang and Miss Ying Shu came back and started to light a fire to roast the chicken. After eating and resting, they continued on their way.
But when getting on the bus, Feng Qingyan said: "Miss Shadow Book, how did you know that I was going to the Painting City?"
"you guess?"
Yingshu said with a sly smile.
Feng Qingyan smiled helplessly and looked at Dong Gonglan.
"An indescribable feeling."
Under Feng Qingyan's gaze, Dong Gong Lan pondered for a moment and then spoke out.
"Why did Sister Lan say it?"
Yingshu said helplessly.
When Feng Qingyan heard this, he frowned slightly, what did he feel?
"It is indeed an indescribable feeling." The young lady in the shadow book said, "You don't believe it? Hey, I knew you wouldn't believe it. In fact, Sister Lan and I didn't believe it at first, but Lan and I didn't believe it.
But my sister waited for Junzi on the road, which shows that the feeling between me and Sister Lan is not wrong. Well, how should I put it, this feeling is very strange, I can’t explain it at the moment, it is very special..."
When Feng Qingyan saw what the shadow book said, he didn't say anything more.
The three of them got on the bullock cart and continued towards the painting city.
But in Dong Gong Lan's oxcart, Ying Shu frowned and said, "Sister Lan, why do we know? We obviously didn't ask. When Junzi said he was leaving, we knew secretly that Junzi wanted to leave.
It’s really amazing where we are going…”
Dong Gonglan shook his head.
At first she was secretly happy, thinking that she had a heart-to-heart connection with Junzi, so she knew where Junzi was going.
But thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be the case.
Why is that?
After a while, a look of surprise appeared on Dong Gonglan's face, and he said: "Yingshu, have you ever thought that we are not following the gentleman to paint the city, but that we want to paint the city ourselves?"
"ah?"
Yingshu was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't it the same?"
"How is this the same?" Dong Gonglan shook his head and said, "How should I put it? Maybe there is something in the painting city that attracts us."
"Isn't he a gentleman?"
Yingshu said with a smile.
"He is a gentleman, but he is not a gentleman..."
Dong Gonglan said, thinking deeply.
"Sister Lan, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking so absorbedly?" Ying Shu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Dong Gong Lan's eyes, "Why are you thinking so much? As long as you know that the gentleman is going to Paint City..."
"Sister Lan, do you really want to follow Junzi all the time?"
"Wherever the gentleman goes, you will go too?"
"..."
Along the way, the shadow book kept talking, like a runaway pony.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a month passed, and Feng Qingyan's ox cart finally drove into the country of Yue. It only took a few thousand miles to travel before it could enter the boundary of the painting city.
Painting city boundaries is also called painting boundary, painting realm, etc.
Located in the southeast of Zhou Tianxia.
That is to the east of the original Chu State, to the south of the Yue State, to the north of Lei Ze, and to the west of Lei Hai.
Seven or eight days later.
The two ox carts finally drove out of the country of Yue and entered the boundaries of Huacheng.
However, after entering the boundary of the painting city, he saw that the sky and the earth were completely white, and there seemed to be endless fog covering the sky and the earth, which made Feng Qingyan slightly stunned.
He didn't pay much attention to Huacheng in the past, so he didn't know the situation of Huacheng.
"Hey, why does it look like the mist of Wushan Realm?"
Qing Mang said in surprise.
At this time, the two oxcarts were parked in the heavy fog. Feng Qingyan, Ying Shu, Dong Gonglan and others walked down, curiously looking at the vast white mist.
"Sister Lan, have you ever been to the Painting City?"
Shadow Book asks.
Dong Gonglan shook his head and said, "I've never been here before."
"Gentleman, have we taken the wrong path? Perhaps this is not a painting city, but a foggy place?"
Shadow Book Road.
"That's right, the painting city should be in the fog."
Feng Qingyan said, then he closed his eyes and felt the majestic literary spirit in the fog. This was the literary spirit emanating from the painting city.
It is as majestic as the Qin City or the Book City.
"The painting city is in the fog? Could it be that the heavy fog in front of you was painted by the King of Painting?" Shadow Book said in surprise, and he carefully distinguished the heavy fog between heaven and earth, and did not explain for a moment: "Hey, that's not right, this big fog is
The fog is not painted, it seems to be born from heaven and earth..."
"This mist is indeed born from heaven and earth."
Dong Gong Lan also said.
"This painted city is so strange. Why is it hidden in the fog? Doesn't it mean that no one can find it?"
Yingshu shook his head and said with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's indeed a bit strange."
Dong Gonglan nodded.
She and Yingshu, both the sixth-grade luther master and the sixth-grade calligrapher, were unable to discover the existence of the painting city from the heavy fog. So how did a painter below the sixth grade enter the painting city?
Doesn't this mean that painters below the sixth grade are stopped?
Logically speaking.
Regardless of the four cities of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are no restrictions on entry and exit.
When did the painting city change?
"Gentleman, have you discovered the Painting City?" asked the young lady in Shadow Book, "Is the Painting City hidden in the fog?"
"you could say so."
Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and said.
"You can say yes? What do you mean?"
Shadow Book said in surprise.
"This painted city is a little different from ordinary cities."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
"How is it different?"
Yingshu suddenly became curious, but she tried hard to look, but still couldn't see anything in the heavy fog.
"This heavy fog can indeed be said to be a painted city."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"ah?"
Shadow Book was stunned.
Dong Gonglan was also a little surprised.
"This heavy fog is a painted city? Gentleman, although I don't read as much as you, but don't lie to me." Yingshu couldn't help but said, this is obviously fog, so how can it be a painted city?
He also said that the painted city is different from the ordinary city.
Even if it is so different, it cannot be said that the fog covering the sky and the earth is the painted city.
This is outrageous.
"Gentleman, what is the mystery behind the mist that covers the heaven and earth?"
Dong Gonglan said.
"The mist that covers the world can actually be said to be a secret realm, but this secret realm is just the Painted City." Feng Qingyan explained that he did not see the full picture of the Painted City at this time, only a part of it.
And it's not as simple as he saw.
"Yeah?"
Yingshu was stunned and said: "Why have I never heard of it? This shouldn't be the case. When did this situation occur?"
There are actually frequent connections between the four holy cities.
and.
Many literati are practitioners of two arts, three arts, or even four arts.
In particular, calligraphy and painting are very similar to each other. Many calligraphy kings or painting kings have high attainments in the other.
"Could it be that the painting city has undergone tremendous changes?"
Dong Gonglan was also a little surprised.
Even though she has never been to Huacheng and usually pays little attention to it, she still knows some basic information.
But she had never heard that the Painted City was hidden in the fog.
Could it be that she never paid attention before?
"Did you see that there is a gallery in the fog?"
At this time, Feng Qingyan was slightly surprised. At some point in the heavy fog, a mysterious and looming gallery appeared.
"gallery?"
"No."
Ying Shu and Dong Gong Lan shook their heads, neither of them saw any gallery.
"Your Majesty, Qing Mang didn't see it either."
Qing Mang interjected.
"It seems that the gallery is the way into the painting city."
Feng Qingyan frowned slightly, and was a little confused about the painting city. It seemed that the painting city felt like it was repelling people thousands of miles away.
This shouldn't be the case.
"...Well, what should we do if we can't see it?" Yingshu asked, "Could it be that we can't enter the painting city?"
"This seems a little weird."
Donggonglan Road.
"It's a bit weird indeed."
Feng Qingyan nodded, feeling that Hua Cheng would not be like this.
"Well, there is something weird, but..." Yingshu wrinkled his little nose and said, "I can't explain what is weird. I always feel that it shouldn't be like this."
"Come with me to the gallery."
Feng Qingyan looked at it and walked towards the mysterious gallery hidden in the fog.
When Ying Shu and Dong Gong Lan saw him, they quickly followed him, especially Qing Mang, who was afraid that with a "whoosh", the king would disappear again.
This kind of sudden disappearance of your Majesty is a unique experience...
But in the blink of an eye.
Feng Qingyan walked to the mysterious gallery and saw that the gallery was hidden in the fog with no end in sight. It seemed to be thousands of miles long, which surprised him.
Wanli Gallery?
The length is somewhat astonishing.
At this time, he looked at the gallery curiously and saw a painting in the gallery.
Each painting is like a world, which makes Feng Qingyan a little amazed and amazed by the painter's skills.
"But are you aware of the gallery?"
Feng Qingyan looked at it for a while and then asked Ying Shu and the two.
"No."
Yingshu was a little troubled and said: "I am a sixth-grade calligrapher, but I still can't enter the painting city? Isn't this painting city too bullying? Too exclusive? Moreover, I am a calligrapher, so I am only half a painter.
Who..."
"Lan also didn't feel it."
Donggonglan Road.
"Strange."
Feng Qingyan's face was full of confusion, and he didn't understand why the two of them couldn't see or feel it.
This gallery is very obvious and has no illusory existence. Why can’t it be felt or seen?
At this moment he walked into the gallery.
And his figure disappeared directly from the eyes of Ying Shu, Dong Gong Lan and others.
"Where is the gentleman?"
Shadow Book asks.
"Don't be impatient, little lady of the shadow book. Qing Mang is very experienced in this kind of situation." Qing Mang smiled and said, "What we have to do now is to wait until your Majesty shows up."
"Well……"
"Well, it's best not to look for it randomly, otherwise you will lose yourself."
"Hey, Qing Mang, so you have lost yourself? In the end, a gentleman found you back?"
Yingshu couldn't help but laugh.
Qing Mang smiled awkwardly.
Dong Gonglan carefully looked around and felt the heavy fog around him, but he still didn't feel the presence of the gallery.
Is this gallery really the road to the city of painting?
Logically speaking, the Painting City should not be so mysterious. After all, the Qin City and the Book City are very normal and nothing fancy...
and.
How many painters have been blocked by the way the painting city is doing this?
Therefore, Dong Gonglan thought that something happened to the painting city, which caused heavy fog to cover the world, and even hid the painting city in the fog.
"Sister Lan, do you think the painting city will be finished? Has it turned into a phantom-like existence?" Yingshu suddenly had an idea, "In other words, some painting king painted a painting and suddenly the painting city was destroyed.
Is it accepted? Or are we in the painting now?"
"In the painting?"
Dong Gonglan was stunned for a moment and said: "It's not impossible. If we are really in the painting, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary painting..."
"It's definitely not an ordinary painting. After all, even the gentleman didn't notice it."
Shadow Book Road.
At this time, the two of them carefully looked at the fog around them, but unfortunately they still didn't find anything, and they didn't feel the strange feeling of being in the painting.
But they felt more and more like they were in a painting.
“Is the Painted City just a painting?”
After a while, Yingshu had a sudden thought, "Is it just that the world has never noticed it? Or maybe the world we live in is also a painting?"