Feng Qingyan sat cross-legged by the stream in front of the valley, quietly imagining the bridge in his mind.
Although he is still unable to confirm whether the bridge in his mind is the bridge of connection, he temporarily calls it the bridge of connection.
At this moment, the connecting bridge and the first texture on the bridge are so clear.
As if it were real.
This made Feng Qingyan amazed, and he became more and more convinced that it was the connecting bridge he had been looking for. However, he did not expect that the connecting bridge he had been looking for was actually in his mind.
Is this a trick of God?
Soon after, he opened his eyes, a brush formed in his hand, and he tried to draw.
As you draw one stroke, a stroke will appear on the stream, and gradually the structure of the bridge will appear, as if someone is building a bridge on the stream. When the bridge appears, it will quietly exude a mysterious atmosphere like a thread.
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The breath shocked the heaven and earth, causing thick fog to suddenly arise around the stream.
The dense fog gradually turned black.
At the end it was churning like ink.
When Qing Mang, who was grazing by the stream, saw this, his eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly felt that there was an indescribable aura permeating the sky and the earth.
Its soul is shaking slightly.
Although black fog has enveloped the Jie Yin Bridge at this moment, the bridge body is still vaguely visible.
Its eyes were fixed on the Jie Yin Bridge, as if something on the bridge was calling it, making it walk towards the Jie Yin Bridge involuntarily.
It wants to cross the bridge of connection.
It seems that something is waiting for it after the bridge.
In the front yard of the wooden house in the valley, Xihe, Yingshu, Donggonglan and the four maids felt their hearts shake slightly and looked out of the valley.
Saw the black fog all over the sky.
"Hey, Ghost Mist?"
Yingshu said a little surprised.
"It's a bit like ghost mist, but..."
The little lady from Xihe frowned, feeling that the black mist in front of her was higher than the ghost mist, and seemed to contain some mysterious aura inside.
It seemed like there was a calling voice in the billowing black mist.
At this time, the three of them walked out curiously, and soon reached the mouth of the valley, where they saw a mysterious stone arch bridge vaguely visible in the billowing black mist.
The stone arch bridge is only three feet long.
However, it makes people feel towering and majestic, as if it is ten thousand feet long.
"What kind of bridge is this? Why do I feel like it spans time and space?" Ying Shu's eyes widened slightly, and he was amazed in his heart, "Also, I seem to feel that it seems to be calling for something."
"This bridge is amazing."
The little lady of Xihe was a little stunned, staring at the black mist listening to the bridge.
"This bridge is very weird and mysterious. Why did it suddenly appear here?" Dong Gonglan said in surprise. Then she found a figure in white sitting cross-legged in front of the bridge. "Hey, could it be painted by a gentleman?"
"It should be painted by a gentleman, but what kind of bridge is the gentleman painting?"
Shadow Book Road.
"I don't know, this bridge seems to exude a very magical atmosphere."
Dong Gonglan shook his head, not knowing what it was.
But I don’t think it’s simple.
And at this time.
When they saw Qing Mang, they walked step by step towards the bridge.
Just when they were surprised, they found that the maid following behind them was also walking towards the bridge.
His eyes were a little dull.
"Xiaoqin?"
Dong Gonglan shouted.
But her maid, as if she hadn't heard, still walked towards the bridge step by step.
"Sister Lan, what is Xiaoqin?"
Shadow Book asked with some doubts.
Dong Gong Lan frowned, but seeing that it was a bridge drawn by a gentleman, he did not stop the maid. At this moment, she also saw Qingniu Laohai and walked towards the bridge.
"Qing Mang, Xiao Qin, Lao Hai..."
Yingshu frowned.
The three of them are still fine and don't seem to be affected by the bridge.
At this moment, Dong Gonglan also discovered that the three of them seemed to be different from others, but he couldn't tell what the difference was.
When Dong Gonglan and Yingshu looked at each other, only the little lady of Xihe looked at the connecting bridge.
And at this time.
Qing Mang, who was walking at the front, was almost on the bridge.
But Feng Qingyan did not stop him and continued to draw the Jie Yin Bridge. The current Jie Yin Bridge looks like a painting on the surface.
However, the texture on the bridge has not been drawn yet.
When Qing Mang stepped onto the bridge of acceptance.
The connecting bridge is like a dream, shattering in an instant and quickly disappearing into ashes.
The black mist surrounding the bridge quickly receded and disappeared, and the sky and earth became clear again.
At this time, Qing Mang, maid Xiao Qin and Qing Niu Lao Hai gradually woke up.
"Ah, Your Majesty, what's wrong with me?"
Qing Mang fell into the stream with a splash and asked Feng Qingyan with a blank look on his face.
"fine."
Feng Qingyan smiled and said.
"Gentleman, what kind of bridge did you just draw? It looks so mysterious." Ying Shu stepped forward and asked curiously, "Why did the bridge collapse as soon as Qing Mang stepped on it?"
"I don't know what kind of bridge it is, I just drew it randomly."
Seal Qingyan Road.
Yingshu stared at Feng Qingyan with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Gentleman, is the bridge you just painted in a gentleman's dream?"
The little lady of Xihe came back to her senses and asked. She felt a familiar atmosphere from the bridge, just like her gallery.
"almost."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
When the young lady from Xihe heard this, she suddenly became excited, as if she had found a like-minded friend.
"Then why did the gentleman's bridge suddenly collapse?"
asked the little lady Xihe.
"Maybe it's because my painting skills are not good enough."
Feng Qingyan thought for a while and said.
"Isn't the painting powerful enough?" The little lady from Xihe thought for a while and then said: "Gentleman, you can use your big stone gate to reinforce it so that it won't collapse."
"That's a way."
Feng Qingyan smiled and was also thinking seriously about the reasons for the failure.
Although he didn't think he could draw it the first time, he didn't expect it would collapse so completely.
At this moment he did not draw any more.
The drawing of the connecting bridge just now almost exhausted his energy and he could not stop to rest.
Early morning of the second day.
He came to the stream and drew the connecting bridge again.
When the Jie Yin Bridge appeared, the sky and earth were once again filled with billowing black mist, as well as a silky mysterious aura.
Qing Mang, Qing Niu Lao Hai and maid Xiao Qin were summoned by the bridge again.
When someone or a cow steps on it.
The connecting bridge was shattered again and instantly turned into ashes.
At this moment, he was thinking about the reason for the failure, but unfortunately he still couldn't find it, which made him very confused. Logically speaking, he is a painter now, and he should have enough painting skills to draw the connecting bridge, but he failed.
Why?
He drew the bridge to connect again and again, but the bridge to connect was broken again and again.
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
In other words, he has painted more than ten times, but none of them have been successful, which makes Feng Qingyan very puzzled.
The three people who were watching Yingshu, Xihe and Donggonglan, also couldn't figure it out.
"Xihe, why do you think a gentleman fails?"
Shadow Book is curious.
"I do not know."
The little lady Xihe shook her head.
In her opinion, the connecting bridge was obviously successful, but for some reason, the bridge suddenly broke.
This is very strangely broken.
"Does Sister Lan know?"
Shadow Book turned around and asked.
Dong Gonglan shook his head slightly.
"What exactly is the problem? This is very weird." Ying Shu frowned and said, always feeling that something was wrong, the bridge was broken too abruptly.
It seemed as if there was some force that was causing the bridge to break.
After a while, Yingshu said excitedly: "Sister Lan, could it be that the bridge drawn by the gentleman is too powerful, so God does not allow it to exist?"
Dong Gonglan: "..."
"Isn't this possible?" Ying Shu said in a daze.
"Why not?" Shadow Book asked, "How else can we explain it? Logically speaking, it is impossible for it to collapse. Moreover, this collapse is too weird and unreasonable. This bridge
It's so terrifying that even God can't tolerate it. This is normal."
Dong Gonglan wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this.
"Shadow Book, which one is more powerful is the gentleman's bridge or my hell?"
asked the little lady Xihe.
"Well……"
The shadow book was a little stuck, and finally he said: "Sister Xihe's hell should be more powerful."
"Since God can accommodate even my hell, it can naturally accommodate a gentleman's bridge."
The little lady Xihe said.
"Then, why did the gentleman's bridge collapse?"
Shadow Book asks.
The little lady Xihe couldn't answer.
In the early morning of the next day, Yingshu, Xihe and Donggonglan moved small stools and sat by the stream, eating snacks and watching the gentleman paint the bridge.
"Tsk tsk, this bridge is really getting more and more extraordinary the more you look at it. It's only three feet long, but it feels like it's thousands of feet long, as if you've traveled through time and space." Ying Shu's mouth was bulging, and he exclaimed while eating snacks, "Sister Xihe, Lan
Sister, have you seen the power of the bridge painted by the gentleman? What is it used for?"
"Junzi, this bridge is like Sister Xihe's hell, filled with the atmosphere of the underworld."
Dong Gonglan pondered for a while and said.
"Uh-huh."
Yingshu nodded with his mouth bulging, and said: "That's true."
"However, Sister Xihe's hell exudes depression, pain and regret, but Gentleman's Bridge is a calling."
Donggonglan Road.
"Hmm, I seem to hear something calling, what is it calling?"
Shadow Book nodded.
Dong Gonglan hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.
"It seems to be calling for the soul." The young lady of Xihe pondered for a moment, "Perhaps only the soul can cross this bridge."
"Soul?"
Both Ying Shu and Dong Gong Lan were startled.
At this moment, Qing Mang, Lao Hai and Xiao Qin were walking towards the Jie Yin Bridge again. When Qing Mang stepped on it, the Jie Yin Bridge was broken again.
Feng Qingyan stared at the sky above the stream, as if looking at the connecting bridge.
Indeed, only the soul can cross this bridge.
However, this was not the reason why the bridge was broken. He still did not find out the reason for the failure.
"Gentleman, what kind of bridge are you drawing?"
Yingshu couldn't help but ask.
Feng Qingyan came back to his senses, pondered for a moment and said: "This is the bridge to connect."
"The bridge of connection?"
The three of them became a little curious.
"What is it used to attract?"
Shadow Book asks.
"After a person dies, his soul returns to heaven and should be received by this bridge."
Feng Qingyan stood up and looked up at Tianyu Dao.
The three of them looked at each other in shock when they heard this.
"Is it used to guide the soul? Why do we need to guide it? Doesn't the soul have its own place? Does it still need to be guided?"
Shadow Book asked in surprise.
"In this world, where is the destination of the soul?"
Feng Qingyan looked at the shadow book.
"Netherworld."
Shadow Book Road.
"What if the souls go to the underworld?" Feng Qingyan asked, "Will they be left to fend for themselves? Or will they be infected and become evil ghosts?"
"Well……"
Shadow Book was stunned.
She doesn't know much about the Netherworld, she only knows that after death, the soul returns to the Netherworld.
"Also, what if the heaven and earth are separated from the Netherworld, and the soul cannot go to the Netherworld?" Feng Qingyan asked again, "At this time, this bridge can be connected."
"Oh, that's it."
Shadow Book Road.
However, something seems to be wrong.
in a blink.
A few more days passed.
Feng Qingyan still failed.
He gradually realized that it didn't seem to be a problem with his painting ability.
At this moment, he thought carefully about why he had only done three things in the past two years. The first was to attain the position of Qinjun, the second was to attain the position of Calligrapher, and the third was to attain the position of Painter.
When he did these three things, he felt that he should do them.
This is related to the bridge of connection.
Before, he seemed to understand.
However, not long after, he seemed to have forgotten again...
If the bridge in your mind is a bridge of connection, then you need to draw it yourself.
The function of painting the king's position is to draw a bridge of connection.
So what about the position of Shujun?
What is its use in connecting the bridge?
Feng Qingyan thought carefully for a moment and discovered that the function of the Shujun position was to write the four characters "Jie Yin Zhi Bridge".
It seems so.
Feng Qingyan nodded secretly.
What about the position of Lord Qin?
What does this have to do with the bridge?
When he was thinking about it, he suddenly realized that the function of the position of Lord Shu didn't seem right.
The function of the Shujun position is indeed to write the four characters "Jie Yin Zhi Bridge" on the bridge, but it may need to be integrated with the will of the extreme.
Yes, it just needs to be integrated into the will of the extreme.
At this moment, he frowned.
The best he can do now is the ultimate will, and he cannot reach the level of the ultimate will at all.
If his current will is the ultimate will, he can dominate the world with the power of his will.
Doesn’t this mean that within ten years, or even a hundred years, he will not be able to draw a connecting bridge?
He doesn't think that within ten or a hundred years, one's will will reach the ultimate level.
Feng Qingyan frowned tightly, hoping that he was overthinking.
Then what is the use of the position of Lord Qin?
He really didn't understand this, and he couldn't get in touch with the bridge at all.
Doesn't it mean that when the bridge of the bridge is connecting the soul, someone still needs to play the piano to entertain it?
This is inevitable...
But at this moment, Feng Qingyan's heart was suddenly shocked, and he suddenly understood the role of Qin Jun.
It really adds to the fun by playing the piano.
However, the song played was "The Conjuring"!
Feng Qingyan finally understood why he wanted to achieve the status of Qinjun, Shujun and Painterjun.
I have realized the master of painting to connect the bridge with paintings, the master of calligraphy to connect the ambition with calligraphy, and the master of qin to connect the sound with caress...
But the problem now is that the bridge is not drawn.
"Prince Changqin, Ji Dao Killing Monument..."
At this moment, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and thought, so what is there in the painting city?
He can use the Prince's Changqin to "call for souls", and he can use the Ji Dao Sha character stele as a bridge to connect and clarify his aspirations. So what kind of pen should he use to draw the bridge to connect?
Pen?
Feng Qingyan was a little stunned.
Could it be that the reason why the connecting bridge was broken was because of the paintbrush?
This seems very ridiculous, but judging from the various things in Qincheng and Bookstore, it is true that a paintbrush is missing.
He did not expect that the cause of failure turned out to be a pen...
So what brush in the world can draw a bridge of connection?
Feng Qingyan's first thought was a magical pen.
Yunmeng’s magic touch!
But at this moment, he finally understood.
Why do those twisted black lines say that the Bridge of Connection is related to Yunmengze?