Chapter 786 Don't miss the good times in the world!
Chapter 786 Don’t miss the good times in this world!
Li Shabai, who had always been calm, suddenly became very strange.
He looked at Xu Zhiqiong with a ferocious expression and asked: "Marquis Yun, are we considered close friends?"
If we just talk about friendship, Li Shabai and Xu Zhiqiong have been through life and death several times. Li Shabai has always helped Xu Zhiqiong when he was in trouble, so they can definitely be regarded as close friends.
Even if I kowtow to the boss now, it is reasonable.
But Li Shabai's definition of close friends is too broad, especially in terms of function.
"Well, Painter Li, it's easy to say that we are married to Jinlan, but we can't do it in the same bed."
"You don't have to sleep in the same bed," Li Shabai smiled evilly, "I want to paint, would you like to accompany me?"
It is not difficult to accompany him to paint.
But Li Shabai's condition was not right.
Some memories seemed to hurt him.
When the branches were bent and the flowers bloomed, Li Shabai stood in the heart of the flowers and sang loudly: "The orioles sing and the swallows dance, the ink paintings, the geometry of life, come and go in a hurry, the Lord of Luck comes to sing a song, don't miss the good times in this world!"
"With this cow plowing the land, we don't have to work too hard. It's just that this cow has a bit of a stubborn temper."
He suddenly shouted: "Hold on!"
It doesn't seem very safe.
Xu Zhiqiong concentrated his vision and slowly traced the thin line, finally seeing the source of the thin line.
Xu Zhiqiong controlled the Yuanyang Blade and chopped off the cow's head with one blow.
The scene in the painting is at dusk. Xu Zhiqiong injects yin and yang into the air and lights up the lantern, leaving only a shallow halo on the ground.
After walking out of this exit, it must still be a painting.
Xu Zhiqiong increased the power of his imagery, and thousands of ink beads fell in all directions, but none of them landed on Xu Zhiqiong.
"Such beautiful scenery must be painted." Li Shabai took out his pen and paper and concentrated on painting.
It's a hoe.
Xu Zhiqiong ran wildly in the fields, chasing a herd of cattle behind him.
This blood is black, or ink.
Xu Zhiqiong was afraid of being splashed by ink, so he could only avoid the headless cow and ran around the field.
You smooth your hair and I lift my skirt, I open my mind and bow, let’s see who dances more unrestrainedly!
Li Shabai was fascinated by the twenty-four dancers competing for their beauty.
Without a moment's hesitation, Xu Zhiqiong immediately stood up, carefully passed through the gaps between ink and cinnabar, and quickly came to the door.
Before the heavy rain fell, Xu Zhiqiong opened the Eye of Sin.
He skillfully dug up a bunch of weeds, took off his straw hat, fanned himself, and said to Xu Zhiqiong: "Marquis Yun, take a break and let's paint a picture together!"
After leaving Goulan, Xu Zhiqiong returned to the studio.
The rustic flavor disappeared, replaced by a rich powdery scent.
Xu Zhiqiong wanted to feel if there was any gap on the cliff, but he stretched out his hand and retracted it.
Before Li Shabai could make a move, Xu Zhiqiong took action first.
Just like a breeze blowing by, the hanging paintings sway.
It is precisely based on this foundation that Xu Zhiqiong can use the power of imagery to accurately disturb every brush stroke around him, with such a degree of precision that Li Shabai was very impressed.
With his mind spinning, Xu Zhiqiong once again mobilized the power of imagery, allowing the power of imagery to grow an invisible piece of hair in his palm.
In the studio, ink and cinnabar rose together, circling around.
This is Li Qi Teahouse.
He didn't want to fight with Li Shabai in the painting, so he had to leave the landscape painting as soon as possible.
Xu Zhiqiong did not dodge, but directly mobilized the power of imagery to spread around.
Li Shabai said brightly: "Marquis Yun, with so many cattle, this large field can be plowed in one day!"
This is still a painting, a landscape painting.
No matter how difficult it is, we must escape! After being tested by the power of imagery, Xu Zhiqiong found the exit.
After observing for a long time, Xu Zhiqiong could not find the trajectory of the qi machine, and the ink beads were teetering in mid-air.
The headless cow continued to run towards Xu Zhiqiong, and the broken neck continued to spurt blood towards Xu Zhiqiong.
He waved his brush, and the ink beads were like raindrops, blown by the strong wind, rolling and circling, flying towards Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong turned around and was about to retreat from the door, but found that the door behind him had disappeared.
The thin lines on the ink beads come from Li Shabai's brush.
When it comes to the hook, I can't be at your mercy.
Not only this thin thread, but also a thread on all the ink beads, countless thin threads finally converged on the brush in Li Shabai's hand.
While disturbing the pen, Xu Zhiqiong took out the guiding lantern.
The rising ink must be controlled by some kind of Qi mechanism. Is it Yin Yang magic or the Mohist ink string?
On the wall, a figure suddenly appeared in a painting.
A surge of yang energy made Xu Zhiqiong shiver.
In terms of difficulty, it should be equivalent to drawing a chrysanthemum on the master's face while he is awake.
Li Shabai was sitting on the boat, painting, and said: "Marquis Yun, why are you walking in such a hurry?"
Take shelter in your boat.
He no longer glanced at an ink bead, but stared at an ink bead and observed it carefully.
The cliff is covered with ink, and Xu Zhiqiong cannot touch it easily.
It turns out that these filaments are the brush hairs!
This is Li Shabai's method of controlling ink beads. He turned each ink bead into a string puppet, which he could control with a brush.
Xu Zhiqiong couldn't laugh or cry.
After walking a hundred or so steps, the halo of the lantern became rounded, and Xu Zhiqiong arrived at the exit.
It's Li Shabai's writing brush.
This thread is not made by a qi machine, it is a real thing.
There are big paintings within small paintings, and small paintings within albums. It is really difficult to escape.
Rushing out of the scroll, Xu Zhiqiong found something extra in his hand.
This is Li Shabai's picture, completely isolated from the outside world, and Xu Zhiqiong cannot use the judge's methods to escape.
Judging from the look in his eyes, he seemed to be crazy.
Xu Zhiqiong increased his investment in the power of imagery, his eyes bulged, bloodshot eyes surged up, and Xu Zhiqiong's vision became slightly blurred under the bursts of stinging pain.
For being able to do this, I really have to thank Yuan Chengfeng.
Another explosion of thunder sounded, and the ink beads gradually fell.
The figure grew from small to large, and Li Shabai walked out of the hanging painting.
He turned the power of imagery into countless filaments, entangled with the brush strokes of Li Shabai's brush.
Theoretically speaking, it's not impossible.
Hair replaced Xu Zhiqiong's palm, groping back and forth on the cliff, and soon found a gap. After exploring the gap for a while, Xu Zhiqiong felt the texture of the paper.
When Xu Zhiqiong was about to use the Eye of Sin to its limit, he saw the changes in the ink beads.
He scanned the dense ink beads in the air, trying to see the direction of the air machine.
Where is the exit?
There are straight cliffs all around, and you can't see the end when you look up.
Paper!
How to avoid falling ink beads?
The key is to fight for control of the brush.
After being tortured in the hut, Xu Zhiqiong learned the technique of using the power of imagery to break the chaos. Through collision, twisting, spitting, and entanglement, the disordered chaotic energy became orderly.
Yuan Chengfeng let Xu Zhiqiong fall into the trap of pretentiousness, lost his way on the Star Corridor, and entered that weird hut.
What's happening?
Is this pastoral painting again?
Return punishment to the evildoer!
This is a painting, and I am still painting it!
After running three more times, Xu Zhiqiong kicked away a stone the size of a millstone. Under the stone was a hole, the same hole in the scroll.
Xu Zhiqiong knew Li Shabai's methods. As long as the ink and cinnabar touched, Xu Zhiqiong would probably die.
Twelve beautiful dancers, with sweet smiles, were twisting their soft waist branches on the stage.
Xu Zhiqiong took this opportunity and used the power of imagery to find the exit of Goulan and escaped.
The music stopped suddenly, and the twenty-four dancers stood motionless.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cow rushed towards Xu Zhiqiong.
"Marquis Yun, let's paint together!"
He didn't want to look at Li Shabai's sinful karma. With Li Shabai's cultivation, his sinful karma was invisible.
Yes, there is no escape.
It's just a cow, so dealing with it is easy.
Xu Zhiqiong dove into the hole and escaped from this pastoral painting.
Surrounded by a field, Li Shabai was wearing a straw hat and a hoe in his hand.
Xu Zhiqiong touched the order to punish evil, but there was no response.
There really is a thread!
Strange, why hasn’t the order to punish evil yet responded?
Li Shabai's voice vaguely reached his ears: "People are in the painting, and there are people in the painting. Since there are people in the painting, they must be in the painting."
This is not a lake, this is a lake of ink!
The ink covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire lakeside.
A thunder exploded from the sky, and Xu Zhiqiong realized that something was wrong and it was going to rain.
He looked at Xu Zhiqiong with a calm expression and said with a smile: "Marquis Yun, what a good trick. There are only a few people who can crack my painting skills. It's a pity that you still can't escape."
Li Shabai was startled and cast an approving look at Xu Zhiqiong.
The ink beads that were supposed to fall vertically were disturbed and avoided Xu Zhiqiong's position.
Ripples suddenly appeared on the originally calm lake surface, and water droplets rose from the lake surface.
Xu Zhiqiong quickly mobilized the power of imagery to find an exit.
The round ink beads seemed to be irregular in one place, as if someone had tied a thread to the balloon and was gently pulling on it.
Pushing open the door, I saw sparkling waves in front of me, and a boat floating on the calm lake.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Xu Zhiqiong was about to run away after touching the evil punishment order.
The ink in the sky is going to rain!
Li Shabai called out: "It's going to rain. Lord Yun, come and take shelter in my boat."
This is the place Xu Zhiqiong is most familiar with - Goulan!
Twelve dancers gathered together, just like budding flowers.
Xu Zhiqiong directly used the big hook stage, and the number of dancers on the stage became twenty-four, with their steps staggered and dancing with each other.
While controlling the power of imagery, Xu Zhiqiong followed the guidance of the lantern and moved quickly along the lake.
Finally broke out!
Rush over and snatch the brush directly from Li Shabai's hand!
Li Shabai actually knows the techniques of famous artists!
As the Yang Qi blew, the entire studio scene trembled.
Li Shabai drew more than a hundred cows on this carriage, and they all rushed towards Xu Zhiqiong.
Li Shabai sat next to the field, took out his pen and ink and drew a cow.
Famous magic tricks!
He was not running aimlessly, he was mobilizing the power of imagery to explore for the exit.
There are Li Shabai's paintings everywhere here.
Xu Zhiqiong was overjoyed. He manipulated the power of imagery, tore a gap in the paper, and rushed out from the gap.
No matter how many paintings there are, we must find a way to get out!
He was about to rush to the exit when he saw a thin figure walking in from the exit.
Li Shabai glanced at the man: "Chen Bingbi, why are you here?"
Chen Shuncai cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Painter Li, I'm here to ask for some tea."