"this……"

When Wang Zhang heard this, he was choking. He planned to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, but he didn't expect that the other party would not give him this opportunity.

Seeing Lu Yun's calm appearance, Wang Zhang knew that if he used money as a thank-you gift, he would have to lose his best.

He smiled immediately, then bowed and bowed: "Brother Lu is really a wonderful person, but Wang is pretentious!"

After talking, Wang Zhang sat back on the straw mat, and the three of them drank for a while.

Before long, Wang Zhang and Zuo Chi stood up to say goodbye. Lu Yun sent the two out of the door and saw them walking away.

Back in the thatched cottage, I held the Immortal Gods in my hand and read it again. Fortunately, the story about recording Qingshan Wangxiantai also tells the nearby landform characteristics.

I learned that I could quickly reach towns dozens of miles away along the stream. As long as there was no major change in the past century, I would soon reach people.

Lu Yun knew that it would be better to leave here as soon as possible. The two people he just met were not bandits, but he was lucky, but if he continued to stay, he would be asking for trouble.

After making up his mind, Lu Yun did not talk much, picked up the black-sailed boat he had drawn and left the house.

When I arrived next to the stream, I saw the stream flowing from north to south and passing through the mountains.

The river surface was five meters wide and the water was more than one meter deep, so I picked up the drawing paper and raised it into the air.

I saw a black tent in the painting, and a flash of light suddenly appeared, and the misty fairy air gushed out of the painting!

A small black-topped boat floated and fell slowly on the stream in a trance.

In a moment, only a piece of painted paper was left in the air, rippling with the wind, drifting on the water surface, without a trace.

Seeing this, Lu Yun jumped hard towards the foot of the tent in the water!

Bang!

With a dull sound, the hull shook violently, and Lu Yun almost fell down without standing firmly.

He patted his chest and felt scared: "Fortunately, he didn't become a chicken with a sorrow!"

Immediately afterwards, I looked at the thatched cottage and felt a little emotional.

Just when I was about to part with me, I vaguely realized something was wrong and found that the thatched cottage and the surrounding mountains seemed to have a sense of separation.

It feels like sticking two different scenery together.

With the thatched cottage as the center, within two miles, there is a scent of brilliance that fades away from the brilliance, with a quiet Zen meaning.

It seems to be based on two miles as the boundary. The mountains two miles away are deep and quiet, making people feel depressed, showing the mystery and majesty of nature, like a dangerous ferocious beast.

It felt like a little white flower was inserted on the head of an evil god. The more you looked at it, the more uncomfortable it became.

For some reason, Lu Yun felt inexplicably that he could wipe away things within two miles with his hands.

It seemed as if it was instinct, but not sure, Lu Yun hesitated to raise his hand and gently wiped it into the air with his fingertips.

For a moment, the hut in front of me, along with the surrounding grass, trees, mountains and rocks, began to appear as Lu Yun fiddled with his fingertips, and gradually twisted.

It feels like someone lifting the curtain all over the sky, the space is twisting, and everything becomes abstract.

When Lu Yun stopped his hand, he found that he had a large number of mountain paintings that were the size of a palm and had a large number of white space.

And everything in front of you has long disappeared, the bridge is gone, and the thatched cottage has disappeared.

Within two miles, there are mostly weeds and rugged rocks, which feels like uncovering the tiles in the home, revealing the mottled and dark cement underneath.

In an instant, the two miles of land around it became a truly wilderness ridge!

At this moment, looking at the thin piece of painting paper in his hand, Lu Yun stood blankly. He never thought that someone could really fill the earth with paintings.

And it can integrate painting with reality and make people enter and exit at will. This method is really incredible.

Slowly folded the painting in his hand and kept it with him. Lu Yun looked at the boat under his feet, although now he could turn the things in the painting from virtual to reality.

But it is just some objects, compared with the ability to smear mountains, rivers and rivers at will, what is it?

Secretly restraining his shocked mind, Lu Yun came to the black tent, lay on the boat board, crossing his legs.

At this moment, he no longer had the urgency to achieve success in painting, and his heart was completely relaxed.

After seeing that someone could fill the earth with paintings, he became more open-minded.

Understand that sometimes, if you want to make a breakthrough in something, it is just the opposite of the situation. Relax yourself and then enjoy yourself, and you may achieve unexpected results.

Then the thought moved, like an arm instructed me, and the black-topped boat began to float along with the water flow and walked along the flow.

I don’t know how long it took, the mountain rain fell and the raindrops drizzled.

In the black tent, Lu Yun was sleeping with the rain, and there was a more flavor of a raincoat and a raincoat pillow in the south of the Yangtze River.

Wait until night falls...

In a cave at the foot of the mountain, Wang Zhang and his two were sitting on the rocks they were moving in and sitting down around the bonfire.

On the side were the clothes that the two of them took off and were baking on a wooden rack.

Not long ago, the two said goodbye to Lu Yun and rushed to the scene. Finally, at sunset, they arrived at the main peak of Qingshan.

However, the sudden heavy rain still wet the two of them. They had no choice but to find a cave, collect some firewood, and lit it, intending to spend the night in this cave.

When tomorrow morning, I will climb up to look into the distance and set foot on the so-called Wangxiantai.

Just as the two of them were burning fire, Wang Zhang looked at the clothes on the wooden rack next to him and felt that he seemed to have overlooked something.

After thinking for a moment, he exclaimed: "Oops!"

After talking, he hurriedly got up, came to the baked clothes and started rummaging and searching.

Seeing this, Zuo Chi was roasting the fire with a strange look on his face: "Wang Zhang, what are you doing? You are just ragged clothes, what else can you do?"

Wang Zhang replied: "Yes!"

After saying that, he saw a piece of paper appearing in his hand. The surface of the paper was wrinkled by water. What Wang Zhang did not expect was that the person painted on the paper was clearly visible.

Wang Zhang let out a long sigh, and Zuo Chi, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but curl his lips: "Isn't it just a broken painting? I said, "Your Madam Wang, you take it too seriously."

"Old Zuo, this painting is not about how beautiful it is, but more importantly, I appreciate the character of the owner of the painting. I never thought that I would meet a hermit-like person in this mountainous country."

"Well... it's right. The one who painted it is called Lu Yun, which is indeed what I, Lao Zuo, like.

Come on, I didn’t look carefully when I was in the thatched cottage. Take the painting to me and see what it was?” Zuo Chi raised his hand and wanted.

Wang Zhang immediately handed the painting in his hand to Zuo Chi, without waiting for Wang Zhang to return to his original position.

Zuo Chi said in surprise: "It's strange. The paper is wet, but the person in the painting is good. What kind of ink are they using?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhang shook his head: "It should not be an ordinary person, so don't think about it. It's like our martial artists, naturally I don't know it!"

Zuo Chi nodded: "Yes, literati have their own rare things, it's fine if we haven't seen them before.

But what makes me uncomfortable is why the person in the painting has a white eye, which is somewhat unbeautiful!"

"Who knows, by the way, who is the person in the painting?"
Chapter completed!