There is nothing else. All the things placed in this room are books. At a glance, there are rows of various books neatly placed on the bookcases. On the inner walls of the room, there are hangings. There are exquisite paintings or miraculous creations on display. Entering here is like entering the ocean of literature. A stream of bookish and literary atmosphere permeates the body and mind.
Squinting his eyes, his eyes focused. Through the rising sandalwood smoke, Chu Rui saw the figure sitting behind the desk.
Wearing a Confucian robe and a blue Confucian scarf on his head, he has a jade-like complexion and a rich and handsome face. At this moment, he is sitting upright in front of the desk. Holding a dry brush, he is swaying on the rice paper with a rainbow of momentum. The brush moves like a dragon and a snake, vaguely. There was actually a school of great Confucianism.
"I dare to be your Excellency. I am the Lord of Taga City."
Seeing the city lord's dress, it was definitely the real style of Z. Chu Rui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He raised his hands and made a fist.
It seems that Chu Rui's words were not heard. The elegant man was still swaying freely on the rice paper. The powerful elegance, between the strokes of the pen and ink, seemed to be thunderous and rainy. He couldn't help but be horrified.
The pen fell in the storm.
This can only be accomplished by an extremely advanced person. I never expected that this weak-looking scholar would achieve such a level.
Looking with sharp eyes and falling on the rice paper, Chu Rui was surprised to find that this Confucian scholar was actually painting instead of writing inscriptions. The dragons and phoenixes were dancing like that. He was actually painting. This is too exaggerated. Painting is not It's usually one stroke at a time. It's meticulously crafted. It's like cursive writing. It's either scribbling or it's a state of mind that has reached a certain level. It's obvious when you see the painting that's about to take shape. Chu Rui will not think that this person is messing around.
Picture of pilgrimage of immortals.
A picture of life being reduced to charcoal.
Picture of the dancing demons.
Looking at the content drawn on the rice paper, Chu Rui was puzzled.
The first half. Fairyland.
Thousands of rays of light, fairy towers and pavilions, flying fairy birds, and auspicious dragons and phoenixes. Immortals are flying through the clouds, riding mythical beasts, or trampling on magic weapons. They are heading towards a palace with "Lingxiao Palace" engraved on it. Worship. There is a looming shadow of a great god above this "Lingxiao Palace", overwhelming the heavens, shocking all worlds, and overlooking all living beings.
The middle part. The human world.
Starving people are everywhere, corpses are everywhere, the country is stained with blood, and there is endless decay. One by one, they are either wailing, some are ferocious, or some are insane. People are desperate, fighting each other, and scrambling to escape. It is chaos, killing, and extremely bloody. Driven by lust, devoured by demons, and devastated.
The second half. Hell.
It is dark and cold. There is no sun or moon. There are gusts of wind and rolling lava. One by one, there are either wailing souls, ferocious evil spirits, or full of violent demons. They are devouring the weak and struggling crazily in an attempt to escape from hell. .Under the endless wind and endless magma, it looks even more terrifying, forming a picture of a group of demons dancing wildly.
"This. This is..."
Chu Rui was stunned. Really stunned.
What is this painting? What is this painting?
What artistic conception? What is the thought behind drawing this picture?
A fairyland of peace, singing and dancing.
The world is extremely miserable and desolate.
Demons dance wildly. A terrifying and gloomy hell.
What is this? What exactly does this Confucian scholar want to express?
Chu Rui was confused.
Looking at this picture, he seemed to have scenes from the three completely different painting worlds in the upper, middle and lower parts appearing in front of his eyes. In it, he felt the breath of the supreme fairyland that was comfortable and cleansed physically and mentally. The breath of despair and the ruined and withered world of the world. .Gloomy and full of terrifying and sinister atmosphere of hell.
Three different styles. Three different feelings. Chu Rui's soul was shocked like never before.
"Sly Hands. How about you come and see my picture? What do you feel?"
Stopping the painting, the painting was completed. The Confucian scholar raised his head, looked at Chu Rui with a faint smile, and asked.
Chu Rui took a few steps forward and looked at the ten-meter-long and five-meter-wide scroll placed on the desk at close range. There was a storm in his heart.
Although it is a picture scroll, the feeling given to Chu Rui is so indescribable reality. It is as if it has happened before, or it is vivid now, or it will happen in the future. In short, this is not like a virtual reality. It is a imaginary painting. It is a painting based on real existence.
"The way of heaven is subverted. Order is chaotic. Morality is corrupted. Laws do not exist. Faith is lost. Demons dance wildly. The human world is destroyed. All life is in ruins."
Chu Rui didn't even think of it. He said such a sentence very suddenly.
"good, very good, excellent."
Listening to Chu Rui's words, the Confucian scholar's eyes suddenly brightened and he praised three times in a row.
"You are worthy of being a young hero. You are number one among the four young people in my holy dynasty. It seems that you are really capable of completing this commission."
What's happening.
Chu Rui looked at this Confucian scholar with confusion. Brother, what are you talking about inexplicably?
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Long Mo. I am the prince of the Shenlong Holy Dynasty." The Confucian scholar smiled faintly at Chu Rui and introduced: "The day before yesterday, Zhang Tianshi of this dynasty used his power to predict Yi and predict that there will be a threat in the future. A great catastrophe occurred for me in this world. The first thing that appeared abnormal was the Altar of Death in Taga City. Although the gate to hell was false, it was incomprehensible that it could connect to hell. Fortunately, it could only connect In the shallow layer of the hell plane, things are still under control. Zhang Tianshi deduced that the person who opened the door to hell is the person who should be responsible for this catastrophe. My father heard that the first person of the younger generation in this dynasty was snatching away. No. 1 on the four lists. Right here in Taga City. When the gate of hell opens, I sent Gu to this Taga City to take charge of the overall situation. After verification, I found out that it was you who opened the seal of the Death Altar. It seems that Zhang Tianshi's The calculation is correct... Since this matter started because of you, God is destined not to let you stay out of the matter. Are you willing to assist this dynasty to complete a task and deal with the upcoming catastrophe."
"Ding. Your legendary mission... Long Yue Jiutian has changed. Do you accept it?"
"accept."
It's been going on for so long, and it's caused so much trouble. It turns out it's about the legendary mission. It's been hard work for so long, so naturally I have to accept it. Only an idiot would refuse.
Chu Rui's eyes widened. He looked at the Confucian scholar named Long Mo in front of him. He didn't expect that this guy turned out to be a prince. He really never expected it.
"I don't understand. There are so many masters in the Holy Dynasty. Even the guard leader who escorted me just now is better than me. Why did they choose me? I'm just a little thief. I haven't even reached the second level. The Holy Dynasty's There must be a lot of middle and fifth ranks. Squeezing me to death is like squeezing an ant to death. Why must I do this?"
Chu Rui is very puzzled. Is this the player’s privilege? NPC’s magic. Stand aside.
"God's will cannot be violated. Heaven's way cannot be reversed. You are the person chosen by God. There is no one else but you for this matter."
