typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 1152 Uncle

Yu Sheng glanced around.

As you can see in front of the painting, it is dusk now in the painting.

And unlike the fake things you see in front of the painting, everything in the painting is real.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sunset red and fell over the woods, dividing the woods into completely different scenes of light and darkness.

In the farmland not far away, farmers were driving buffaloes against the setting sun, their bronze skin dyed red copper.

Children were playing on the field ridge, and a dog circled around them.

A big river, I don’t know where it comes from and where it flows, flowing quietly, nourishing both sides of the river, with lush water and grass.

From time to time, water birds flew across the sky, hovering in the blue sky, and finally landed on the sandbank.

The streets are crisscrossed, chickens and dogs hear each other, and people live and work in peace and contentment.

"What a paradise." Yu Sheng sighed.

He asked Gong Yao: "Are there any monsters causing trouble?"

The bow demon looked at Guan Sniper, who was drawing arrows one after another.

"Understood." Yu Sheng nodded, kicked his ass and said, "Give the arrow back."

The sniper reluctantly handed the arrow to the young man. He was shot by someone and had to return the arrow to him. There is nothing more cowardly than this.

"How about walking around in the village?" Yu Sheng asked again.

As soon as he finished speaking, those naughty boys who had just received the arrows shot at the snipers again.

"Who, who did it!" Qian Siao said angrily.

"Hand, my hand slipped." A child stuck out his tongue and took the arrow again.

Gong Yao nodded to Yu Sheng, turned sideways and said, "Please."

At this time, the people in the fields in the distance were already standing on the ridge of the fields, looking at Yu Sheng and the others in surprise.

They haven't seen a stranger in this world in the painting for a long, long time.

The fishermen who were fishing on the river came to the shore and called Gong Yao from a distance: "Xiao Yao, they are..."

"King of Zhonghuang." Gong Yao said, "Uncle Zhang, give me some fish from the store."

The fisherman nodded and headed towards the village first with his penn in his hand.

For the rest of their lives, they walked along the river bank and the nearby woods, towards the village not far away where smoke was lingering.

"Are all those mountains and rivers real?" Yu Sheng asked, pointing into the distance.

"The nearby mountains are real. The green mountains further away were reachable before, but not now." Gong Yao sighed.

Just when Yu Sheng was about to ask why, "Whoops", "Ah!"

They turned around and saw the sniper pull out an arrow from his buttocks, and looked back at the group of children following behind them, "Who, who of you dares?"

"Your father did it." The snake said.

"Your father did it." Quan Shou yelled back.

"It was really your father who did it." The snake-like eyes pointed at the young man who had just attacked the sniper, "That's your uncle."

"Your uncle! This is my brother-in-law." Quan Shou said.

"Bah." The young man spurned it with great disdain.

Ignoring their bickering and walking by the woods, Fu Nan asked strangely: "What's going on? These trees look like they're about to wither."

They didn't notice it from a distance, but when they got closer, they found that most of the trees in the forest had become rotten wood.

That is, there is still some green on the crowns of some trees, telling Yu Sheng and others that this is not autumn.

The same goes for the grass on the river bank. Most of it is dead grass, with only some green shoots sprouting in the gaps.

Gong Yao sighed, "The changes between heaven and earth in this painting, the sun rising and setting, and the river flowing eastward, are all supported by spiritual energy."

But in the past thousand years, the spiritual energy has been gradually drying up, and the world in the painting can no longer support it.

Originally, there had always been a seal in the painting, isolating them from the outside world, and was even fireproof and waterproof. However, as the spiritual energy dissipated and the seal gradually weakened, fire from the outside world invaded the world in the painting. Gong Yao then took action to ensure the safety of the painting, but...

I didn’t want to be watched by a sniper who was hiding aside in the fire.

"This grandson is just lucky," said the snake.

"Whoops", another arrow shot into the butt of Quan Shou. Quan Shou looked back at the group of naughty children. They were all looking up at the sky.

"That's wrong, you stepped on shit." The snake laughed.

"What's wrong with you?" said Ye Zigao, "Isn't it just that he might compete with you when he was building the inn, so why do you keep teasing him like this?"

"Destroying a person's wealth is like killing his parents, what do you think?" said the snake.

"That's right. The hatred for killing your father is irreconcilable." Ye Zi nodded.

Qian Shou said angrily: "You have cut off people's wealth. Have you also killed other people's fathers?"

The snake said: "I can kill their father, but they can't kill my father!"

Qian sneered, "The king just killed your father."

This is a good quote from Shuidong. The rich man gives a thumbs up to the sniper. Could it be that if you take more arrows, your IQ will increase?

"Nonsense, the king just changed my father to a richer one." The snake said, "Don't you really like this father too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua She and Quan Sni looked at each other and said, "Bah!" They spurned each other.

"What we were talking about today was how we became unfilial sons." Quan Piao said.

They were bickering in the back, while Yu Sheng was in front listening to Gong Yao's introduction.

"These new leaves are popping up, as well as the grass buds that are growing out. It's all in the morning. For some reason, the world in the painting suddenly has a lot more spiritual power." Gong Yao looked at Yu Sheng, expecting to get his answer.

In his opinion, the answer to this question is likely to be related to the rest of his life.

But what matters to me for the rest of my life is not this, but time.

"Morning?" Yu Sheng looked at him doubtfully.

He found out that the distance between him and his spiritual power was only half a day, so it was already morning in the painting.

Gong Yao saw his confusion and smiled: "The world in the painting is twice as fast as the outside world. One day outside is two days in the world inside the painting."

For the rest of my life, it suddenly dawned on me that this was the case.

"Why is this?" Yu Sheng asked.

By this time they had emerged from the woods, and the village appeared in front of them.

Unlike the outside world where people live together to protect themselves from monsters, the villages in the world of the painting are scattered everywhere.

Dotted here and there, the yard is large, without walls, surrounded by fences, and there are vegetable plots inside and outside the fence. Perhaps because of the gradual lack of spiritual power, the vegetables are not growing well.

The chickens and ducks on the country roads are plump, and groups of them are walking leisurely on wooden bridges and avenues.

However, their tranquility was soon broken. A group of people rushed to the entrance of the village, scattered the chickens and ducks, and looked at Yu Sheng and them from a distance, pointing.

Yu Sheng supported Aunt Qing, fearing that she would fall.

"Time is running fast, and everything is changing quickly. In this way, spiritual power can circulate quickly, making the scenery in the painting more varied." Gong Yao said.

In other words, when creating this painting, the artist directly created a world and gave his painting a soul.

On the other hand, outsiders such as the bow demon would live in the painting, which the artist had never expected.

The lifespan of outsiders like them remains the same, but the growth rate of everything in the painting grows twice as fast.

These people do not require much spiritual power, and they have little impact on the ecology in the painting.

But as time went by, the spiritual energy in the painting leaked out and was consumed, making the world in the painting slowly unable to support itself.

"It is so ingenious that it is much better than that painting fairy." Yu Sheng sighed.

"It's also much better than Ye Zigao's three-legged cat." Hu Muyuan added.

"It's not bad for people to be tall." Fu Nan said, "At least a pair of big pants can summon a dragon."

"Fuck you, uncle." Hei Niu and Ye Zigao struck at the same time, slapping Fu Nan twice on the back of his head.

"Are you stupid? People are of the same mind as husband and wife, and their strength is as strong as gold." Hu Muyuan said.

Gong Yao looked at Yu Sheng at this time, "Shopkeeper Yu, those spiritual power inputs just now are..."

"I did it." Yu Sheng nodded, "I originally wanted to use my divine power to explore the universe in the painting, but I didn't want all the divine power to sink into the sea like a mud cow."


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next