Chapter 621: A true brush of painting
"As soon as you left the military camp of the General Protecting the North, they sent people to catch up with you and wanted to kill you..." Nangong Wan said.
In this way, some things suddenly became clear.
Hanshan Jun quickly stood up and bowed.
“Fortunately, Senior Sister Nangong came to my rescue. If I hadn’t entered your restrictive Huaishan, I might have died long ago.” He paused, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, “But I’m afraid I can’t stay any longer. It’s here.”
Then he raised his feet to leave, but heard Nangong Wan say coldly from behind: "Do you think you won't hurt me if you leave?"
Hanshan Jun was stunned for a moment and stopped.
Nangong Wan continued: "Although I have used the power of restraint to kill them, but now there is no way to hide under the sword. I am afraid they have seen you and the pursuers disappear in Huaishan. The second wave will arrive soon."
Hanshan Jun lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I am the one who caused you trouble..."
Nangong Wan shook his head and said calmly: "Don't talk about this first, it is meaningless. It is better to think about why. Want to kill you?”
Lord Hanshan thought for a moment, and then his expression changed.
"Is it because of this?"
As he said that, he took out a stack of manuscripts, which contained scenes of changes in Chang'an, including Chang'an's liftoff into the sky, and Taibai's God-killing sword, But because I was in a hurry, it was just a sketch.
"You were not in Chang'an at that time, how come you could draw it?"
Nangong Wan glanced sharply at the manuscript on the table, and then raised his eyes to lock eyes with Hanshan Jun.
Lord Hanshan smiled slightly bitterly: "This is... the ability I have acquired recently."
He stretched out his hand, and a dark and shiny brush appeared in his palm, exuding a strange aura.
“I don’t know the name, I can only call it the brush of painting the real thing. The closer I get to the object I am painting and the more information I get about the target, the more accurately I seem to be able to draw the reality of the target object. "
"So...you have become a weirdo," Nangong Wan murmured.
“Yes, the Supreme God transformed. I almost died, but I finally turned around. Fortunately, I had the technique that the North sent out early, otherwise I might have gone crazy.”
Lord Hanshan said with a wry smile, his voice gradually getting lower.
“I just saw along the way, how many people have fallen into delirium, like a purgatory on earth...”
“So I want to know even more, whether the change in Chang'an was a last resort, Or..."
Nangong Wan shook his head and sighed.
"I'm afraid there are some things that cannot be explored too deeply." She said softly, "Maybe... this is why you were arranged to go to the north and were not in Chang'an."
Lord Hanshan was stunned.
"Also, haven't you seen that Taibai's death was not made public at all, right?" Nangong Wan continued.
Hanshan Jun was stunned for a moment, and then he gradually understood.
"Yes...even your student Liu Sheng can have a silence ceremony. But Taibai's act of killing a god is not worthy of just a few words?"
At this point, he When he caught a glimpse of Nangong Wan, his expression suddenly turned gloomy, and then he stopped talking.
After thinking for a moment, Lord Hanshan turned and said: "Perhaps it is because the imperial court does not want to explain to the other three countries that we only have two monks in the Divine Treasure Realm? The great national master is old and frail, and we can no longer count on him."
"I'm afraid it's not just that simple." Nangong Wan shook his head, "Maybe... Taibai's death was also planned."
Hearing this, Hanshan Jun was suddenly shocked and groaned. Speechless.
"Besides, didn't you notice that I am still in Huaishan?"
"Originally, when we decided to follow Xiaoxiang Tower, we had already agreed that after the Northern Divine Kingdom was established, , we will have a place to realize my ideas..." Nangong Wan's expression gradually became serious, "But so far, I have not been recruited to join the court."
"We were all expelled and have been away from Chang'an ever since." She said calmly.
Hanshan Jun frowned slightly, realizing the seriousness of the problem, and hesitated: "This means that in the poster's deduction, we will become dangerous elements that disrupt the status quo, so that is why we are treated like this?"< br>
Nangong Wan smiled softly, as if he was laughing at himself.
"Yes..."
At this moment, a voice that did not belong to them sounded in the silent Huaishan Mountain.
Soft, mixed in the wind and snow.
The two looked at each other with concentration and looked out the window.
Under the moonlight, a scroll slowly unfolded.
A dark figure slowly walked out of the painting, and then dropped on the white snow.
“Lord,” Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun shouted almost in unison.
However, this time, the eyes they looked at the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower were full of wariness and fear.
"Hanshan, why are you running away?" The host asked in a warm voice without any greetings, with his dark face facing Mr. Hanshan.
But the threat in the gentle voice penetrated like a sharp knife and could not be ignored.
"Lord, why do you want to kill me?" Lord Hanshan asked loudly, "Is it really because of that illusory deduction?"
"My deduction is not wrong." The host said coldly.
Immediately, the ink spread quickly around like tentacles, splashing towards the room where Hanshanjun and Nangong Wan were.
In an instant, the entire room was eroded into a simple sketch, and all details were simplified into ink lines.
Nangong Wan and Hanshan Jun, as beings from another dimension, were instantly exposed to the empty space.
More ink erosion came, and the two of them quickly flew out of the way.
"We have to take action!" Nangong Wan's eyes flashed with determination, and then he drew his sword and waved it.
Her long sword flew through the air, accurately cutting away the ink coming towards her face.
However, the ink split into two streams like water and continued to erode rapidly from both sides.
Hanshan Jun didn't say much, but took out his paintbrush, and with a big stroke, he drew a landscape painting in the air, and let the water fall into the river.
Another embroidered building was drawn, trapping the owner’s figure inside.
The owner of Xiaoxiang Tower changed into an ink painting again.
"You know what? This is why I will not allow you to continue to exist." The beautiful lady's cherry mouth in the ink painting said opening and closing.
“Is this also your deception ability?” Nangong Wan asked in surprise.
Hanshan Jun nodded, his painting brush still in mid-air, obviously struggling with the struggling lady in the painting.
Nangong Wan couldn’t help but praise: “It’s really amazing.”
He flew up and stabbed the lady in the head with his long sword.
The head of the lady slipped out of the painting and was cut off instantly, but the remaining headless body continued to crawl out of the painting.
Seeing this, Mr. Hanshan continued to draw whirlpools in the air, drawing the figure of the poster who struggled out of the painting into them again. Go down the river.
Obviously, Hanshanjun's ability unexpectedly provided a powerful restraint to the poster.
However, the difference in realm cannot be erased.
Nangong Wan and Hanshan Jun are now only high-level tricksters and tricksters equivalent to the Dongxuan Realm, while the poster is a super-high-level trickster equivalent to the Shenzang Realm.
Soon, the river flowed backwards and reached the sky.
Black color fell from the sky, Hanshanjun and Nangong Wan hurriedly avoided it.
Due to distraction, the lady in the painting finally broke away from the whirlpool, and the ink in her hand turned into a sharp blade, rushing towards Nangong Wan and Hanshan Jun.
"Why struggle? Just obey your orders." Her lips opened and she let out cold words.
Sharp wind blades danced wildly, instantly covering Nangong Wan and Hanshan Jun.
Then, huge paintings unfolded one after another, and the ink-colored landscape surrounded them tightly like a storm. They inevitably shrank and were gradually absorbed into the landscape and pavilions in the painting.
Hanshan Jun hurriedly drew a flying sword, jumped onto the flying sword with Nangong Wan, and quickly passed through the ever-compressing picture.
The poster’s scroll quickly closed up as if consciously.
The landscape of mountains and rivers gradually appeared, and the faint ink-colored mountains and rivers continued into an endless world, connected to the end.
Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun relied on flying swords to fly over mountains and ridges, flying further away.
However, no matter how they fly, they seem to be trapped in a circular world with no beginning or end. They just sink deeper and deeper into it, gradually blending into the landscape and becoming ink-colored. A part that cannot be broken free.
A series of ink-colored mountains and rivers loomed, and Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun rode flying swords over the mountains and ridges, flying farther away.
But during the flight, they gradually felt that they seemed to have been integrated into the landscape painting and became a part of the ink.
At this moment, a golden sword light fell from the sky among the ink-colored mountains and rivers.
Like an extremely fierce thunder that split the sky, it cut through the sky above the landscape and cut the world in half.
And a golden shadow fell into it, dragging Nangong Wan and Hanshan Jun, and fled quickly from the edge of the tear with the heavenly sword.