Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 1130
Ning Xia had already made some guesses when he didn't figure it out, after all, there were only so many people involved in that set of evil things.It can be foreseen that it is indeed risky to come here to investigate the situation, and Ningxia is fully prepared.

It's another thing to just hear it with your own ears and get confirmed.Especially after experiencing so many grotesque scenes just now, Ning Xia is also a little flustered at the moment.

Who the hell is this place that wants Lin Pingzhen to go out in person?
However, the reality is so cruel, and she will not stay for her thoughts, it should develop like this or it will develop like this.Before she could continue exchanging signs with Lin Pingzhen, shopkeeper Zhang came back with a wooden box.

The wooden box was one meter long, covered with fine natural wood patterns, with a thin layer of carved patterns on both sides, probably painted, it looked a little shiny on the outside, and looked a bit mysterious.

In this case, everyone can guess what the other party is holding in his hand. This is probably the "Five Virtues Picture" that everyone has been looking forward to for a long time, and it will appear after a long wait.For some reason, even though nothing happened, Ningxia felt like the dust had settled.

The source of everything must have a beginning after all.

People have five virtues, jade has five virtues, and the luck of five virtues has a beginning and an end.The monks regard the five elements as the rules of all things, and nothing can run and develop without the five elements and five virtues.This rare treasure was named the Picture of Five Virtues, which shows that the owner of the Tianbao Pavilion is not small in ambition, and has his own gully in his heart.Ning Xia repeated the name in his mouth a few times, feeling a little subtle in his heart.

After the other party came in, he didn't talk nonsense, and put the wooden box on the appraisal table in the middle.

Then everyone clearly saw that there was a small butterfly carving in the middle of the wooden box, the whole body was light blue, with lines floating on the edges, it looked lifelike, as if it was about to fly in the next moment.

I saw the palm of the shopkeeper Zhang gently brushing over the butterfly, the light blue spiritual power flashed by, and the next moment there was a spiritual light escaping from the butterfly's wings.In a blink of an eye, the cover above the wooden box quietly disappeared, and a scroll lay quietly inside the box.Suddenly there is a fragrance...

Ningxia and the others were confused for a moment by the scent that hit their faces. It was fleeting, and soon disappeared. When they wanted to smell it again, they found nothing, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

When they really saw the "Picture of Five Virtues", everyone present could not help but let out a sigh.

When Ningxia traveled in her previous life, she once saw a "Qinghe Picture" painted by an ancient painter in a certain exhibition hall. The whole painting depicts the ancient market landscape, and almost the entire city is painted. There are tens of thousands of people. The postures are different, and the life postures of all the small and big people in the market are vividly drawn.Although the content of this painting is full of fireworks, there is indeed a majestic atmosphere in it.

The shock at that time is still vivid in my mind.

The content of the "Five Virtues Picture" in front of her was completely different from that of the "Qinghe Picture", but it brought her the same kind of visual shock.

Spirit grasses, spirit flowers, spirit treasures, monsters, glamorous beauties, drinking a cup of fine nectar and jade dew, strange caves and blessed places, and pictures of fighting bravely in different postures. "Qinghe Tu" depicts a picture of life in a fairyland outside the world.All the things that the monks are interested in appear on it, vivid, like a realistic picture of a fairyland.

It's just a painting, but Ningxia actually felt a strange vitality through this thin layer of paper, which shouldn't appear on a painting at all.how to say?Just like the spiritual grass in the corner of the painting, it was clearly painted on, but it was still barely visible. She could even clearly see the fibers on the stem of the grass and the crystal clear water drops. Are you sure this is a painting?

Wait, isn't she dazzled?Did the blade of grass move just now?Is this still an animated version?

Ning Xia blinked, a little unbelievable, dazzled?

However, the cruel reality at the next moment told her that all this was not an illusion.

Before she could take a second look, she felt a powerful force attacking her, caught her soul unexpectedly, and pulled her hard in a certain direction: "I—"

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".XXX." Ning Xia got up from the ground and ruthlessly pulled the grass clippings on his body.

What the hell is this?It's just looking at a painting, and it's not in line with the villain's style to come here without warning.

If the other party just played a killer, Ning Xia suspects that she might queue up to reincarnate in the next world at this moment.Of course, now she is also a little skeptical.
So where is she now?

Ning Xia looked around and sighed heavily.

This unusually rich spiritual power, completely different from the southeastern border, I hope this time can end soon.

"Ring-ring--"

"Ring Ling—"

Ning Xia suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

The lean young man sat on the ox cart, shaking the reins from time to time, and drove the ox forward leisurely.

"Hey, that little fellow daoist over there."

He was a little dazed and looked up.

"Excuse me..." Then he finally found the owner of the voice in a certain direction.

A smile appeared on the other party's delicate face: "...Can I sit in your ox cart and go back?" She took out a bag from her cuff and shook it, and there was a sound of metal clashing: "I will pay you. "

"……it is good."

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The dark room was quiet, even the sound of breathing was a bit silent, as if falling into some kind of slumber.

Someone approached gently.

The visitor glanced at the scene: "Have you all gone in?"

"Yes."

The other party was a little dumbfounded: "These righteous monks are really stupid. They catch one by one. They all find problems and send them to the door one by one. I don't know what they think."

"It's really ridiculous that such a group of people have gained the upper hand for tens of thousands of years and suppressed our magic way. I don't know whether to say that their predecessors are too powerful, or our predecessors are too useless... If all Such an idiot, the palace lord's plan to dominate the world might come true within a few years."

"Don't be poor. These orthodox monks are very good. We only caught a few stupid ones... Hehe, people have built ladders for us like this. We can't let them waste their time... Hahaha."

"Hey, you guys still told me not to be complacent. I think you are quite complacent. Don't forget, there is one last step, so don't make mistakes. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, our whole layout will be messed up." The other party warned. It was a companion who was getting carried away, and was about to step forward to put away the painting scroll that had been unfolded in the middle.

"I'll do it."

The two who were still laughing suddenly froze.

"Young Palace Master." The two hurriedly saluted.

Hua Wuxie didn't know why and stood not far away looking at them.

(End of this chapter)