The first thousand one hundred and fifty-three chapters
"Once the divine power enters the painting, it will turn into pure spiritual power and flow between heaven and earth." Gong Yao said.
He looked at Yu Sheng eagerly, wanting to say something but being embarrassed to say it.
I willfully turned a blind eye for the rest of my life.
He glanced around the village. There were thousands of hectares of fertile land, watered by rivers and supported by spiritual power. The time was twice as short as in reality.
It is uniquely suited for farming, especially the most high-end ingredients of the inn.
Being able to continuously provide spiritual power to the universe in the painting is the bargaining chip for Yu Sheng to cooperate with Gong Yao.
But neither of them wanted to speak.
The bow demon didn't know how to speak.
For the rest of my life, I wanted to wait for Gong Yao to speak, so as not to appear impatient and reduce the value of my chips.
After all, he now not only wants this village, but also wants the bow demon to help him shoot the sun.
"Who painted this painting?" Yu Sheng asked curiously.
"Mo Shaoqiu, the Saint of Central Plains Painting." Gong Yao said.
"One of the saints of the Central Plains?" Yu Sheng stopped and said in surprise,
Seventy-two Saints of the Central Plains.
Although I dare not say that I know all their names for the rest of my life, there has never been a person named Painting Saint in the stories handed down.
Gong Yao nodded, "He is one of the Saints. However, the Painting Saint is only good at painting and has no lethality. He cannot play a big role in fighting against the gods. He can only help with some small favors. Therefore, the Holy War
Among the legends handed down, the painting saint is rarely included among the seventy-two saints."
But not being included in the Seventy-Two Saints does not mean that the ability to draw saints is not extraordinary enough to become a saint.
"This painting of the Peach Garden, oh, it is now called "Prince Yi and His Son", is the most proud painting in the life of the painting saint. Throughout the entire sacred war, due to the weak fighting power, the painting saint was able to study the way of heaven and earth, and finally in
At the end of the Holy War, I painted this painting and gave it to the saint who fought in the war." Gong Yao said.
This painting greatly inspired those Central Plains people who pursued peace, resisted the oppression of the gods, and resisted the bullying of monsters.
"So the Holy War has come to an end. Even though they must be defeated, many people are still determined to push for death and move forward indomitably." Gong Yao said.
He stood high on the river bank, looking at the villages below, the river, the green mountains, and the creeks that merged into the river.
"They know that as long as they don't give up resistance, this day will come sooner or later." Gong Yao said.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed his clothes and face red, making his eyes radiant.
Yu Sheng also stood on a high place, looking into the distance and seeing hundreds of birds returning to the forest, "But this day, it came too late. There is no trace of it even now."
"But you are here and have lived such a life in advance."
Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me for the rest of my life, it would be nice to build an inn here. It is not that the scenery is picturesque, but it is already in the painting.
"It's a coincidence." Gong Yao said, "This painting came into my hands after the Holy War. At that time, our city was destroyed and I was leading my tribe to run away. I accidentally discovered the secret in this painting.
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It just so happened that the Central Plains at that time was in a period of revenge against saints and humans after the gods had defeated them. The monsters killed people, ate people, and melted more than a dozen bronze cauldrons used for human sacrifices and cast them into very large cauldrons.
The bronze pot was used to drive people down, and they cooked pot after pot and ate happily.
Seeing that he was desperate, Gong Yao led the surviving tribesmen directly into the painting, where they have lived until now.
Originally, they would stay there again.
But because the spiritual power of Qiankun in the painting was excessively consumed, he gradually became unable to hold on.
"In one more generation, the world in this painting will collapse." Gong Yao said.
"Not necessarily." Yu Sheng said, "If I inject spiritual power into it, it won't be the case."
"That's right." Fu Nan said after Yu Sheng's death, "We shopkeepers lack everything but spiritual power. We spend our spiritual power as money all day long."
Yu Sheng secretly praised in his heart that this stupid person also has the advantage of being stupid. What he couldn't say, Fu Nan said it for him.
Sure enough, after listening to Fu Nan's words, Gong Yao once again looked at Yu Sheng earnestly.
He cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, this painting comes from the Holy Age and is an extraordinary treasure. I hope the King will help me because it is so precious."
Seeing Yu Sheng's hesitation, he quickly added, "If Your Majesty can solve this difficulty, I, Zhang Yao, will be at your disposal."
"Haha." Yu Sheng laughed.
"It's not a big problem for me, it just costs a little more." Yu Sheng walked towards the village.
"The crux of the problem is that the lack of spiritual power in this painting cannot be solved overnight. It requires continuous input of spiritual power." Yu Sheng looked back at Gong Yao.
After years of inputting spiritual power, it is no small job.
The bow demon was stunned.
He also knew that if they met by chance, no one would be willing to help them such a big favor unless they had corresponding rewards.
However, they were unable to provide corresponding returns at all.
I will know it for the rest of my life.
He smiled and said, "I'm going to build an inn in the town. What do you think?"
"What?" Gong Yao, who was thinking about it, raised his head in surprise, "Build an inn?"
"Have you forgotten? I told you just now that I am still the innkeeper." Yu Sheng said, "I want to build a small inn here."
The inn was built for business, of course. Since we were doing business in the world in the painting, we naturally couldn't let the world in the painting be destroyed.
Gong Yao pondered for a moment and said happily: "Okay, okay."
Yu Sheng added: "My inn is different from other places. There is a door very close to the inn that leads to the outside of the painting."
Seeing the bow demon surprised, he said: "Don't worry, no one can travel back and forth without my permission."
"And you can transport the grain and vegetables in the painting out, and transport the wine, salt and other things from outside in." Yu Sheng said.
"Grain, vegetables?" Gong Yao didn't understand what he meant.
Yu Sheng reminded him: "The plants in the painting are watered with spiritual power, and they grow twice as fast as outside. Don't you think it's a good place to grow vegetables?"
"Yes." Gong Yao suddenly realized.
"The people in the village grow vegetables and grain for me, or work as cooks in my inn, waiter, and I provide you with spiritual power. What do you think of this?" Yu Sheng stopped and looked at him.
The bow demon was a little hesitant.
If this is the case, this paradise-like life will be shattered.
"Of course, if you don't want to, just run the inn and fertile fields in the painting. I won't let outsiders disturb you," Yu Sheng said.
Gong Yao nodded, "Okay, as for whether to be a cook or a waiter, I have to discuss it with the villagers."
While they were talking, they had already arrived in front of the village.
After crossing the wooden bridge across the creek, the villagers gathered around and leaned on Gong Yao's side, looking at Yu Sheng and the others cautiously and curiously.
"Uncle Zhang, who are they?" an octogenarian old man asked Gong Yao, leaning on a cane.
Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, looked at them both, and thought that this monster was just too tired to act, so he would call an old man uncle when he met him.
Gong Yao explained a little, asked the villagers to get out of the way, and invited Yu Sheng to a small shop at the entrance of their village.
This small shop is the only small wine shop in the village. Villagers often come here to chat and drink when they have free time on weekdays.
At this moment, following Yu Sheng and others, the villagers surrounded the inn.
I kept Aunt Qing by my side for the rest of my life, fearing that she would be touched or squeezed by others.
Before serving the food, Gong Yao poured a glass of farmhouse wine for Yu Sheng.
Although the wine was turbid, it tasted pretty good due to its spiritual power. Aunt Qing took a sip next to it.
The matter was settled on the way here and they were just waiting to make up their minds, so they did not talk about it for the rest of their lives, but introduced each other.