Chapter 627 Nine Tribulations Piao Pengke (Second update)
Boom!
The golden light is like a waterfall, the dragon soul stirs, and the head and tail intersect, emitting a tooth-piercing roaring sound.
Wow~
Yang Yu's ears and heart were filled with the sound of "spiritual energy burning", but he ignored his heartache and concentrated on it, watching.
I saw that in the violent twisting of the golden dragon shears, substantial ripples spread layer by layer, and this was no longer the fluctuation of the air flow.
Rather,
"Space fluctuation?!"
Space is not a mirror. It will not break if you punch it.
In fact, in the three thousand years of recorded history, unwritten unofficial histories, and storybooks, there has been almost no mention of anyone who can break space.
Bragging is not the way to brag.
Therefore, after being startled, Yang Yu had already realized that this layer of fluctuations was the invisible film between the picture scroll he was in at this time and the 'illusion' in the outside world, which had been touched.
And in fact, that's exactly what happened.
Using his heavenly eyes to activate the secluded world, Yang Yu instantly captured the aura of the outside world that he had sensed in the moon shadow.
The invisible barrier is cracking!
call!
Yang Yu held his chest in his chest and pulled up his back, his energy flowing through his whole body. When the ripples reached their maximum, his heart skipped a beat and he stepped suddenly!
boom!
Just like when he stepped through the Moon Shadow Passage before, Yang Yu's ears were filled with the sound of explosions, but what was different from before was that in this violent collision, he smelled the breath of magical power.
"What a magical power, one painting can create the world!"
In the midst of lightning and flint, Yang Yu caught the falling golden dragon scissors, and with the ripples spreading and the groan of the body-covered Zhen Gang, he crossed the gap!
At the same time, he used the Five Ghosts Moving Method to pull in the little fox far away on the shore.
boom!
The next moment, everything dissipated into smoke, and only the clear water and cold pool were still rioting.
From a distance, the old fox let out a long breath, feeling both relieved and worried...
…
When Yang Yu recovered from his momentary trance, the first thing he saw was the huge 'penholder' as big as a mountain lying in front of him, the dragon's blood stained on it, and half of his body.
"Jump out!"
Without any hesitation, in the fantasy world, Yang Yu had no inhibitions. He held the little fox in one hand and the golden scissors in the other, and followed the fleeting ripples,
Jumped out of the picture!
Bo~
Take one step and you will be in two worlds!
Yang Yu clearly noticed that the film covering himself disappeared, and his body shape also changed from extremely small to normal in a way that he could not understand at this time!
When he felt his feet on the ground, he turned around and looked back. The pen that was once as big as a mountain and killed the demon-subduing Taoist and the cold snake in the clear water with just one stroke was suddenly just an ordinary pen with no other aura in it.
Yes, Langhao pen!
"ah……"
The little fox screamed, but Yang Yu pinched him and without hesitation, he immediately knocked the little guy unconscious.
"This painting..."
Yang Yu turned around, ripples in his eyes.
[Picture of a cold pool with clear water: The universe is moving, and the sky is opened with one painting.]
Really, just a painting!
Yang Yu narrowed his eyes and saw the words in the upper left corner of the scroll:
"Xu Shengyang was impressed by his visit to Wanshou Mountain, so he painted it and gave it to Brother Lu to have a look..."
"Tour, visit Wanshou Mountain?"…
Yang Yu's heart sank, and he had a vague feeling of bad premonition.
He originally thought that outside this scroll was the real Wanshou Mountain, but now it seems that it is not?
'It's just a recipe, does it have to be so complicated?'
This discovery made Yang Yu feel a little confused. What he originally wanted to do was to break the shackles of the scroll, life and death were irrelevant, and change his identity as a disciple of Five Zang Guan to find ginseng fruit.
but now……
"No wonder the second refining node is to find the five internal organs concept..."
Even though Yang Yu was in a state of mind at this time, he felt a little depressed. Compared with the first point, he could predict that the second point would not be easy either.
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Yang Yu was not idle, looking at where he was at this time.
This is a study room, not big, but fully furnished. There are several paintings hanging on the wall, and the bookshelves are full of books.
On the desk, besides this picture of "Blue Water and Cold Pond", there is also a book.
[Three Burial Journeys to the West]
"Wanshou Mountain, Journey to the West..."
Putting these two objects together, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel a strong sense of déjà vu, and subconsciously, he wanted to read the book.
Then, a voice that was neither high nor low came from my ears:
"Little guy, it's not a good habit to rummage through other people's things..."
"who?!"
Yang Yu suddenly turned around, and the door of the study room was blown open by the strong wind, and behind him, a pair of bright eyes appeared.
Phew~
Yang Yu's heart sank as the invisible force came upon him, but he did not resist and allowed the force to pull him out of the study.
The line of sight suddenly became wider at this moment.
It’s not the pavilions and pavilions or deep courtyards you imagined, but the sky is high and the clouds are pale, and the mountains are stretching!
Outside the study room, there was actually a huge mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles. Where he was at the moment, it was actually a strange yet familiar mountain.
"This is Ape King Mountain..."
Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat, he suppressed the throbbing and looked in front of him.
There are three people on the barren mountain.
A middle-aged man in white clothes, who looks like a scholar and has a handsome face, sits cross-legged, looking at himself with a smile.
Behind him, two and a half-year-old boys, one carrying a book basket and the other holding a sword, looked like schoolboys.
The boy holding the sword among them was clearly the one he saw last time, cleaning the study and crushing the cold blue water snake...
And the book basket carried by another boy was suddenly opened. Could it be that the study room he was in before was inside?!
"Brother Xu is indeed a man of great merit. Do the characters in the painting have such wisdom and courage? It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time and at the end of this calamity..."
While stroking his beautiful beard, the middle-aged scholar sighed inexplicably.
His voice seemed to have endless appeal, and with just one sigh, all the vegetation in the huge Ape King Mountain withered and decayed.
The wind and clouds became feeble.
Yang Yu felt his heart twitch, a huge sourness welling up, and he almost lost his composure.
"The little guy is not simple, and he has not yet become enlightened. How can he actually walk out of a painting?"
Looking at Yang Yu, the middle-aged scholar's eyes were bright, as if he could penetrate all things and see people's souls:
"It's a pity that you were born in the wrong era..."
Yang Yu's mind was spinning, but he still held his breath and concentrated, guarding his state of mind, and carefully asked: "I dare to ask senior, what do you mean by this?"...
His calmness surprised the two bookboys. They both looked at him curiously. If the middle-aged scholar hadn't been talking, he would have screamed in surprise.
"When Xu Shengyang painted this painting, although the world was also in ruins, it was much better than it is now. Is it possible that you didn't notice it when you came here all of a sudden?"
The middle-aged man said calmly.
Um?!
After hearing these words, Yang Yu felt the subtleties around him, and was shocked to realize that the outside of the painting was much worse than the inside.
In the same Ape King Mountain, the spirit energy is less than one-third of the one in the painting, or even less!
"You can walk out of the painting. This is your destiny. Unfortunately, outside, it is not the fairyland you expected, but the end of the world that is about to collapse..."
The middle-aged scholar's eyes were bright, reflecting Yang Yu's appearance:
"If you regret it, Pindao can send you back."
"I won't bother you, senior. Although the inside of the painting is good, it's just a painting. No matter how bad the outside is, I won't go back..."
Yang Prison shook his head.
When he came out this time, he completely consumed all the spiritual energy he had accumulated for more than a year. If he were to send it back...
"On the outside of the painting, you can only see the skin and the bones, but it's hard to see the heart. Xu Shengyang's painting of people is so profound that it is beyond the reach of Lu."
Hearing this, the middle-aged scholar was also amazed, and the two bookboys behind him were even more surprised. Although they were well-informed, they also felt that the man in the painting was too calm.
Suddenly I discovered that I was the person in the painting. Normally, I shouldn't be crying and hysterical?
Yang Yu didn't know what people were thinking, but he was really keeping his identity, but he couldn't learn how to cry bitterly.
Even when he was about to starve to death, he would stamp his feet and curse the sky, lower his head to eat dirt, but he would never collapse like this. Of course, he might be too hungry to cry...
"May I ask, senior, what do you call me?"
"My family name is Lu, my Taoist name is Chunyang. You can call me whatever you like, just call me that."
Scholar Lu seemed to appreciate it quite a bit:
"You little guy, your temperament is quite in line with mine. Unfortunately, I have important things to do and am unable to recruit disciples..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and he had already acquired the 'Picture of Blue Water and Cold Pond', and handed it to Yang Yu:
"This painting is from the hand of a great master. The landscape is lifelike, and it also contains a lot of spiritual energy. If you hold it, it will be enough for you to practice for a period of time..."
"Thank you, senior."
Naturally, Yang Yu would not refuse.
After all, after today, he won't be able to enter the painting under this person's eyes.
"This mountain is called Ape King Mountain, and it belongs to the branch of Wanshou Mountain. With this as the center, all the demons in the surrounding area have been killed by Pindao. You can practice here without going out to the left or right, so that's fine."
Scholar Lu waved his hand.
Yang Yu did not move, but took the risk to stay, saying: "May I ask, senior, if you are looking for the 'Five Internal Organs'?"
"oh?"
Scholar Lu raised his eyebrows.
"The Three Burials' Journey to the West is also in the painting..."
Yang Yu bowed slightly:
"In the study room, there is Journey to the West on one side, and on the other side there is the Picture of Blue Water and Cold Pond, and the outside world is the Ape King Mountain in the picture.
It's not hard to guess..."
"You are quite clever and clever. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong..."
Lu Shusheng shook his head slightly:
"The Temple of the Five Internal Organs is very easy to find. I came here to find someone, but unfortunately, He is not here either..."
"Looking for someone?"
Yang Prison was startled.
"These old guys are usually so high up in the sky that it's hard to miss them, but at this time of year, you can't find any of them..."
Scholar Lu sighed slightly.
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but think of that golden dragon...
"Striving for life does not necessarily lead to life, and seeking death does not necessarily lead to death. Everyone seeks death while living, but poor people insist on doing the opposite..."
While talking, Lu Shuchang stood up.
His voice was as clanging as the sound of a sword, as if he was speaking to Yang Yu, but also as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was speaking to such a mysterious existence.
"Here, go all the way north, you may gain something..."
He took a deep look at Yang Yu, and without waiting for the latter's reaction, he and Ertongzi disappeared on the cliff.
The only remaining sound echoed:
"Nine tribulations of the Peng Peng guest, the lines are unpredictable. There are no barriers in the vertical, horizontal and reverse directions, and there is no action in silence. Movement is color, hehe, movement is color..."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Keep typing, and the third chapter will be out before one o'clock!