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."
Ying Shu said excitedly, pulling Xi He towards the backyard.
"Wait for me."
Dong Gonglan quickly collected the piano and wanted to enter the gallery to see the underworld.
Feng Qingyan also went in. After all, he hadn't seen it for a while, and found that with the blessing of the ghost gate law, the boundary wall of the gallery's underworld was stronger.
Shortly after.
"Little lady Xihe, has the gallery underworld become bigger?"
Shadow Book said a little surprised.
"Well, it has indeed gotten bigger."
The little lady of Xihe was very sure that after all, she had drawn the underworld with her own hands, and any changes could still be seen at a glance.
The four of them went all the way deep and came to the black millstone.
"Tsk, tsk, the aura emanating from this hell is even more terrifying than before."
Yingshu exclaimed in wonder that although the depression, pain, regret, etc. emanating from "hell" had no effect on her, she could feel their existence.
In the gallery underworld.
There are still ghosts running around like crazy, as if there is no end to those invisible and terrifying existences.
"Little lady Xihe, what on earth are you trying to catch ghosts for?"
At this moment, Yingshu finally couldn't help but ask.
"Yin soldiers."
The little lady Xihe said.
"Yin soldiers?"
At this moment, both Ying Shu and Dong Gong Lan were stunned for a moment, unable to think of such a simple answer.
"Yin soldiers? How is this possible? Many of those ghosts are ghost uncles and ghost kings. How can the Yin soldiers catch them?"
Shadow Book said in confusion.
"Because they are evil soldiers."
The little lady Xihe said.
"ah?"
Yingshu's face was filled with confusion.
"Xihe, you say yes, this Yin soldier is not simple?"
Dong Gonglan thought for a while and asked.
"Um."
The little lady Xihe nodded.
"By the way, Xihe, why don't you draw the Yin Soldier? It scared me to death before. I kept guessing what it was, but I didn't expect it to be the Yin Soldier..."
Shadow Book Road.
"It's not that Xihe doesn't want to draw them, it's that Xihe can't draw them."
The little lady Xihe hesitated and said, seeing the doubts in the eyes of Yingshu and Donggonglan, she added, "They gave Xihe a very scary feeling, as if they had some kind of mission, so they were able to hunt down ghosts at the level of ghost kings. But.
, they don’t seem to exist, so they can’t be drawn..."
Shadow book: "..."
Dong Gonglan: "..."
At this moment, even Feng Qingyan was a little surprised and said: "Little lady Xihe, what does this mean?"
"Sister Lan, do you understand?"
Shadow Book asks.
Dong Gonglan hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.
Seeing that everyone didn't understand, the little lady of Xihe became a little anxious and said: "That's right, that's right, the Yin soldiers are not very scary originally, but because they have a certain mission, they can capture ghosts. But because,
They don't exist now, so I can't draw them..."
"Uh, I still don't understand something..."
Shadow Book Road.
At this moment, Feng Qingyan suddenly understood.
At this moment, he finally understood the relationship between the ghost gate and hell, just as he had guessed before.
As for why Xihe couldn't draw Yin soldiers?
That's because he hasn't built the underworld yet. The underworld hasn't been built yet, so naturally there are no real Yin soldiers...
Without real Yin soldiers, how could Xihe be drawn?
At this moment, he also thought of Qingshan City God's Mansion. Are the Yin soldiers in Qingshan City God's Mansion the real Yin soldiers?
Not yet.
Because there is no underworld, no reincarnation...
"I understand somewhat."
At this time Dong Gong Lan said.
"Sister Lan, do you understand? Tell me quickly, what is going on?"
Yingshu was very curious, but the little lady Xihe couldn't explain it.
"This Yin Soldier is different from the previous Yin Soldiers. They can restrain ghosts, but they haven't appeared yet, but they will appear some time in the future..."
Dong Gonglan explained.
"future?"
Yingshu frowned and said: "In other words, what the little lady Xihe painted is the future world?"
"Roughly the same."
Donggonglan Road.
"Sister Lan, you can't say that."
Xihe shook his head. Seeing that he couldn't explain clearly, he stopped explaining.
Although Feng Qingyan understood it, he did not explain it. However, he was very surprised. He did not expect that the little lady of Xihe could actually know about the "Yin Soldier".
Shortly after.
Feng Qingyan and Dong Gonglan came out of the ghost gate.
As for whether Yingshu really follows Xihe to learn painting, or learns to paint the underworld...
Feng Qingyan rested in the wooden house for two days, returned to the painting city again, and continued to study painting.
While he was studying painting, he was exploring the bridges in his mind. He wanted to know whether the bridge in his mind was the bridge of connection.
The time when it appeared was really weird.
Over the past year or so, the three things he has done have a purpose and are all centered around the bridge.
It's winter in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, it entered the spring of the year 2349 in the human king's calendar, which was exactly four years after Feng Qingyan woke up.
During his absence for two years, Zhou Chang left the academy and went to the Kingdom of Jin.
Helianshan, Muyu and others also traveled around the world.
The first class of students from Burial Mountain Academy actually graduated...
In fact, this "graduation" is not that strict, and many students can still stay in the academy to continue studying.
At this time, Feng Qingyan also became a fourth-grade painter, and he was soon able to achieve the position of Painter King.
In the night.
Feng Qingyan appears from time to time and asks the Five Taboos to open the door to see if the ghost behind it is the same ghost in different time periods.
But the result is always the gallery hell.
This makes Feng Qingyan very disappointed. It seems that the underworld of the gallery must be completely separated, and the original unknown netherworld may reappear.
"Queen of Blood, can you feel the difference between the ghost gate and the ghost gate?"
Feng Qingyan asked about the five taboos.
The Five Taboos thought about it carefully, then shook their heads, not feeling any difference.
In fact, Feng Qingyan didn't feel it either, so how could they feel it?
And as time goes by.
The bridge in his mind became clearer and clearer, and even the lines on the bridge could be seen clearly. At this moment, he did not study painting anymore, but carefully visualized the bridge in his mind, and even every line on the bridge was clearly visible.
Visualize clearly…
He felt that as long as he could completely visualize the bridge, he would be able to enter the realm of painting.
However, the lines of this bridge are a bit complicated, and it is not easy to visualize them completely. It requires him to spend a lot of time.
In visualization, time passes.
But the more he visualized, the more surprised he became. Can visualizing the bridge in the mind improve the artistic conception?
Although he did not study painting in the past two or three months, but only quietly contemplated the bridge in his mind, he found that he had a deeper understanding of painting.
Could it be that the bridge of the mind is equivalent to the killing tablet of the ultimate path of calligraphy?
He was amazed.
Moreover, he was even more curious, where did the bridge of the mind come from?
Shouldn't it show up for no reason?
Is it related to the painting city?
But he didn't realize that the bridge in his mind was related to the painting city.
The bridge in his mind became more and more complicated as he looked at it. It seemed to contain endless power, which made people amazed. When he visualized the bridge in his mind completely, he found that he seemed to have stepped into the position of a painter.
Everything is silent.
He didn't even know that he had already attained the status of Master of Painting.
At this moment, the bridge in his mind was extremely clear, as if it were real, exuding a mysterious aura.