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The first thousand three hundred and sixty-three chapters of the painting of the king

Those eyes were indifferent, filled with a deep sense of strangeness.

Yun Hua's heart trembled slightly for no reason, and he consciously stepped away.

This was the first time she saw Master's eyes like this.

Xiyuan Moni looked at Xia Qingchen: "Mr. Xia, you should compensate for the damage to someone's painting."

Xia Qingchen calmly asked, "What compensation do you want?"

Xiyuan Moni's eyes were dark and he became even more incomprehensible: "The paintings of the God King are priceless treasures. Your entire body is not enough to compensate for it."

The implication is that he wants to take Xia Qingchen's life.

"You destroyed the painting, so you should pay for it." Xiyuan Moni tapped his fingers on the table, his face looking even weirder in the smoke of the burned letter.

A trace of the power of the Moon Realm slowly spread with the movement of his fingers.

She is about to take action!

The hairs all over Xia Qingchen's body stood on end again, and even his skin trembled slightly uncontrollably by his thoughts.

A sudden life and death crisis enveloped Xia Qingchen.

A table away, he didn't even have time to escape, let alone the means?

Xiyuan Moni will not give him any chance to fight back!

A letter suddenly dragged Xia Qingchen into a dangerous abyss!

Feeling Xiyuan Moni's increasingly obvious murderous intent, Xia Qingchen's thoughts were racing.

Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and he said calmly: "To be honest, your painting is a fake painting. The real painting of the God King has always been in my hands."

Yun Hua covered her beating heart with her heart. She thought that Xia Qingchen's way to get rid of her master's murderous intention was just to clarify herself.

I never expected that I would say such words.

How could the painting of the God King be fake?

Even Xiyuan Mo Ni was obviously startled. Her eyes were dark: "Are you easy to deceive when you are a poor nun?"

Xia Qingchen said calmly: "Is it necessary to lie to you? Lord Yuan, on the other hand, used a fake letter to kill me. I don't know what the tombkeeper would think if he knew about it."

It’s true that the jungle of Linlang Island preys on the strong, but it doesn’t mean that everyone can kill people randomly, right?

Not to mention killing someone who had just obtained the moon marrow.

If there is no reason, then there is a suspicion of killing people to seize the moon marrow, which is against the rules of the Eagles Association.

Xiyuan Mouni's eyes rolled slightly: "I believe you for now, but where are the real paintings?"

The power of the moon she released was temporarily restrained.

Xia Qingchen said: "The real painting is naturally in my house, but I need to know which fake painting you have. After all, I have many paintings of the God King."

Xiyuan Moni looked deeply at Xia Qingchen and threw the scroll to Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen unfolded it and took a closer look before remembering that this was the painting he left behind after killing ninety-nine demon gods in a row.

The sword in the painting is the Heavenly Punishment, his demon-killing sword.

As for the dark, suffocating and unsettling mountains in the distance, they symbolize the devil.

"Good versus evil, fighting for life." Xia Qingchen whispered the words he left back then, feeling that the years were passing by, and he felt infinite sadness in his heart.

"I...well, the God-King was once young and had the passion to draw a sword to kill evil spirits."

"My cultivation is to support justice and point my sword at demons. Why should I cherish this body!"

Yun Huaxin was secretly surprised when he heard that Xia Qingchen's sentiments were exactly the same as those of his master. They all saw the God King's intention to destroy demons and strengthen the people.

Xiyuan Mo Ni's eyes have changed a bit, and his sharp gaze has become less intense.

However, the murderous intention has not changed.

"You said this is a fake painting?" Xiyuan Mo Ni said.

Xia Qingchen nodded: "Real painting, please wait for a moment, I will get it from the secret cabinet in the house."

After saying that, he walked away. Xiyuan Mouni thought for a moment and did not stop him, letting him return to the house.

Once inside the house, Xia Qingchen's eyes became calm.

He put the stone tables in the house together, then took out a blank scroll and drew on it with a pen!

If Xiyuan Mouni wants an authentic painting, it's easy, just draw him one!

Xia Qingchen can draw as much as he wants.

Swish Swish Swish

Xia Qingchen recalled that when he was a passionate young man, he took up painting and recreated the original work in one go.

After a cup of tea.

He took back his pen, picked up the scroll, and blew gently to dry the ink.

"Mr. Xia, why are your real paintings so hard to get?" Xiyuan Moni's cold voice came.

Xia Qingchen responded, rolled up the painting, returned to the stone table, and put it on the table: "Here is the real painting."

In response, Xiyuan Mouni just glanced at the scroll without opening it.

She simply didn't believe that Xia Qingchen could produce the so-called real painting.

Because the broken painting in her hand is an authentic one.

It's not that the painting skills are so good, but the heroic spirit contained in the paintings is definitely not something ordinary people can possess.

Only those who truly eliminate gods and demons and have justice in the world can write it.

This painting should be the original work of King Wuchen God back then.

As for the so-called "real painting" that Xia Qingchen took out, it was just a humble opportunity for him to survive.

"Mr. Xia, if your painting is even remotely fake, you will die without any regrets, right?" Xiyuan Mo Ni said.

Xia Qingchen said: "If mine is a real painting, what will Lord Yuan do?"

Xiyuan Moni said: "If it is a real painting, I have wronged you. Not only will I betroth the painting to you, but I will also give you some resources."

How could the resources donated by the Abyss Master be ordinary things?

"Okay." Xia Qingchen said: "Whether the painting is true or false, Lord Yuan can judge with confidence."

Xiyuan Mouni opened the scroll with a slight sneer.

A magnificent scene of an ancient sword suppressing a group of demons came into view.

Yun Hua was stunned: "This... is really the same!"

She took a closer look and didn't miss a single detail, but as far as the painting was concerned, there was no difference, it was exactly the same!

Xiyuan Mo Ni's calm face also changed from contempt to surprise, and finally to confusion.

Because the two paintings are exactly the same!

She held up the scroll and tasted it carefully. This taste lasted for a whole cup of tea, which was longer than Xia Qingchen's painting.

"Why is the paper so new and the ink marks seem to be new and not like antiques?" Xiyuan Mouni still saw some clues.

Xia Qingchen was already prepared and said, "Aren't the fake paintings you picked up new?"

Because it was made by a god, there is a residual divinity in the scroll, which can keep most of the scroll looking like new.

At this point, it cannot distinguish whether it is a real painting or a fake painting.

Xiyuan Mouni was a little unwilling to give in. She tasted it carefully again and passed another cup of tea. She put down the scroll and sat down again, her face full of calm thinking.

Finally, she fixed her eyes on Xia Qingchen and said: "The appearance of the two paintings is indeed exactly the same, but the will contained in them is slightly different."

"What I have in my hands is more of an indomitable and heroic spirit. As you said, it was probably the work of the young God King."

"But the one you took out lacks the vigor of being able to fight despite the fact that thousands of people are fighting for it. It is more majestic and majestic. It is not like what the young God King did."

Xia Qingchen secretly sighed, ginger is still spicy when old.

Although the paintings were the same, she could still sense the artist's mood.

The original painting was indeed painted by Xia Qingchen when he was a boy.


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