Qin Yuelou squatted on the ground and traced on the ground with charcoal. Although he was wearing white clothes and white robes, it was stained with dirt, but he didn't care at all and just traced on the ground.
After coming to this world, he built a thatched shack in the wilderness. The furnishings were messy, and every place was filled with weird and twisted paintings that could find clues to reason.
What he traced was the most chaotic lines, but he seemed to be able to find the remaining weak connections among the chaos. These weak connections seemed to be everywhere, but something was missing.
Although it is messy and disorganized, the dots and lines also reveal the feeling of straightness within the music and straightness within the music.
A straight line seems to be drawn by a precise machine, but there is still a sense of solidity in this straight line that alternates between left and right, which is quite strange.
"Is what you are drawing...a door?" a child of about ten years old asked Qin Yuelou.
Although this child has an ordinary face, he has bright eyes. Although he is sallow and thin, he has an extraordinary temperament because of these eyes. Even though he is dressed in coarse linen clothes and is fully patched, he still gives the impression of precocity under this temperament.
A sense of stability.
Qin Yuelou raised his head: "What is your name?"
"My name is Ma Liang, what about you? I see that you have painted a lot of paintings, but no one seems to be able to figure out what you want to paint."
"My name is Qin Yuelou, and I am a soul painter." Qin Yuelou said with a smile. Although his white teeth were exposed, the weird temperament around him made him look like a humanoid monster that eats people.
But Ma Liang seemed to have seen the true nature of Qin Yuelou.
"You seem to be a beam of light that pierces into the shadows and becomes a bridge connecting light and shadow. But the strange thing is that there seems to be a monster in your body that has no emotions and only knows how to paint. I don't know either.
It's right or wrong, but that's how I feel when I see you."
Qin Yuelou was a little surprised, but he continued to polish the lines on the ground with charcoal. If he was slightly dissatisfied, he wiped the lines with his hands, and then continued painting.
It seems that in order to pursue the most perfect concept, the crazy part of the weird temperament is even higher, and no one can understand it. This is a kind of life without madness.
Messy lines are criss-crossed on the ground. The charcoal sketched lines in his hand are overlapped and overlapped many times. It looks like a child's random graffiti. However, when all the lines are closed, a complete and lifelike picture of the door emerges.
, as if rising from the ground.
The sense of space and three-dimensionality are gushed out under the connection of lines. No matter from which angle you look, you will feel that this painting is like a door standing on the ground.
But Ma Liang looked at the door and shook his head.
"You haven't finished the painting." Ma Liang said to Qin Yuelou.
"I know, this is the last stroke." Qin Yuelou raised the small piece of charcoal left in his hand and said.
There was only the last bit of charcoal left in his hand, and like the finishing touch, he pressed the charcoal across the seemingly perfect and complete painting. This stroke was a stroke of genius.
This sudden hand completely consumed the charcoal, but it also made the painting truly stand on the ground as if it were a solid body, with clear layers, as if the paintings were continuously superimposed on each other, and the sense of layering could be found, but
In the end, after all the layers are superimposed, they will converge into a perfect whole regardless of you and me.
It was an illusory door that was simple and pure black, and was filled with gaps and patterns that looked like hollows. However, this door gave people an incomparable sense of reality.
Starving ghosts, hanged ghosts, drowned ghosts... Ghosts of several ways to die are numerous and detailed, and they are all confined to this ancient pure black door. As the angle of the sun changes, these ten thousand kinds of ghosts also appear like
He is constantly changing his body shape and face, he may be happy, sad, worried or thoughtful, but in the end he cannot escape the fate of being imprisoned.
They all want to escape from this door.
It's a pity that it's just dots and lines, without color. If there were color, this painting would definitely be more perfect.
But Ma Liang took a few steps back in shock and fell to the ground.
He seemed to see the huge horror buried deep in this door covered with ghosts.
It was an indescribable terror, lurking in the deepest part, beyond words, but it could seep into the outside world through the door.
"Are you okay?" Qin Yuelou washed his hands and the clothes on his body became cleaner. The crazy feeling when painting was gone, or... it was buried deep in the bottom of his personality.
allow.
"You just said your name is Ma Liang, right?" Qin Yuelou helped Ma Liang up and helped Ma Liang dust himself off.
Ma Liang nodded, hesitating a little, but finally mustered up the courage to ask clearly: "...Are you an immortal?"
"I'm not a fairy, I'm just a soul painter. Do you like painting very much?" Qin Yuelou asked Ma Liang.
"Yeah." Ma Liang nodded.
"But you don't have a paintbrush, right?" Qin Yuelou asked Ma Liang.
"Well, my family is poor, both parents are dead, and I have no money to study painting." Ma Liang lowered his head.
"Someone will give you the pen you dream of. This person may be me. However, I can give you another pen, but my condition is that you use that pen to draw me in your eyes. You
Can you do it?" Qin Yuelou took out a writing brush from his pocket and handed it to Ma Liang.
"I can." Ma Liang took the pen, guarded it carefully, and nodded firmly.
Then Qin Yuelou took out the table and stools from the house, placed them in front of Ma Liang, and then placed ink, paper and inkstones on the table.
"Now, you can use the paintbrush in your hand to describe me in your eyes."
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This is a dynasty called Dakang. A year ago, Qin Yuelou was brought into this world by the power of Taoism. During this year, he honed his painting skills and understood the general situation of this world.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although there were no tigers and tigers in the past, this is not a good world. There are no relevant departments like Jingyesi, and there are no immortals or Taoists.
Spells and the extraordinary power of the world as a whole come from ghosts, and the scary thing about these ghosts is that they are completely unreasonable, and they can even distort reality.
In addition to martial arts, the power that mortals can master is ghost control. Ghost control masters control ghosts, but every time they use it, the ghost will be one step closer to being reborn, unless multiple ghosts are used to restrain each other, but once they die,
It will still cause the ghost to be reborn by integrating the power of other ghosts, and even become stronger.
The horror of this world has awakened the inner sense.
It’s just that these ghosts are not just rules and mechanisms, but are truly transformed after death. The ghosts they turn into also have memories of their lives, but their personalities are somewhat distorted. This kind of distortion
There is no use in keeping these memories during life, but there are also some ghost masters who control those ghosts based on their memories during life.
To put it bluntly, either he is convinced, or he can be redeemed and accepted by his subordinates.
The general environment of the world here is like this, and the people of this dynasty are in dire straits, and the emperor is immoral and ignorant and lustful.
The current emperor Yang Wanyan is playful by nature. In addition to building a wine pond and meat forest, he also built a "leopard room". The so-called leopard room is actually a palace, which houses many kinds of beasts. Of course, the most
It's still a leopard.
Yang Wanyan hung the meat on a bamboo pole and let wild animals bite it for fun.
What's more important is that there are many beauties and musicians brought from all over the country. They sing and dance every day and have fun. Anyone who dares to rebel against him will be thrown into the leopard room and fed to the wild beasts.
Yang Wanyan also has a special hobby. He likes married women.
In order to keep his official position, a prisoner gave his married sister and concubine to the emperor.
He himself even went out of the palace to play privately many times. At night, he even broke into private houses and sought out women from good families to stay with him, sometimes even widows.
He had no ambition and was playful by nature, so stupid and unprincipled that he was a treacherous man who controlled most of the government affairs. However, he was too happy to think about Sichuan. He was too happy with success and did not want to make progress. Therefore, the upper beams were not straight and the lower beams were crooked.
One year ago, it was a year of famine, drought and floods. Qin Yuelou saw with his own eyes that Yi Zi ate and died of hunger all over the place. There were also people who died of intestinal bloating and necrosis after eating Guanyin soil and could not excrete it, and thieves.
together,
There were also uprisings, but they were all brutally suppressed by the ghost masters who served the royal family, and their severed heads were placed in various places in Beijing.
Even now, this world where people are living in poverty has not yet ended. The sad thing is that even if you pray to gods and worship Buddha, there are no gods or Buddhas to show up, because there are no gods, Buddhas, or immortals in this world, and some are just twisted evil ghosts who like to watch the wars in troubled times.
them.
Although Qin Yuelou's temperament definitely wants to destroy this dynasty, the amplified part of Qin Yuelou's clone is the part that lacks reason, so that his character can generally be attributed to chaotic neutrality, but
In this chaotic neutrality, there is also a part of spontaneity.
In other words, he can do good things or bad things, but he prefers to do nothing but draw.
And now he met Ma Liang.
Ma Liang's scroll was also completed, and Qin Yuelou took a look at it.
The upper part of the scroll is black and the lower part is white, and a thick straight light pillar seems to be a chain connecting the black sky and white ground, or day and black ground, because there is no distinction between up and down, but if you look closely, the light is like light and shadow.
Countless bubbles gathered together, glowing with various colors of light, and among the bubbles, there were strange figures of light and shadow that looked like data.
"The painting is good. This painting belongs to me, and everything else belongs to you. Oh, by the way, I will also give you a pen." Qin Yuelou looked at the scroll and said with some satisfaction.
"But sir, didn't you already give me a pen?" Ma Liang asked Qin Yuelou strangely.
"That pen can't draw what you need, but this pen can." Qin Yuelou took out a broken pen from his sleeve, and black and red ink dripped from the white tip like an endless stream.
"This pen is called the Supernatural Puzzle, but I would rather you call it - the Magic Pen."
After finishing speaking, Qin Yuelou inserted the broken pen into Ma Liang's Tianling Cap, like an immortal caressing his head.
"This is a supernatural jigsaw puzzle that I modified. It will not harm you, and it does not require other supernatural jigsaw puzzles to check and balance. It will only cause you some irreversible damage and permanently lose some aspects of desire or emotion. Now I ask you
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