Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 645: Visualizing the Bridge of Guidance
In the underworld of the gallery.

Yingshu and Miss Xihe had already left and returned to the territory of Huacheng.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was alone in front of the black millstone, carefully observing "Hell", trying to figure out the relationship between "Hell" and the Ghost Gate.

Unfortunately, after several days, nothing was found.

"Hell" was so mysterious that he couldn't even get a glimpse of it.

However, with the integration of the ghost gate law chains, the boundary wall of the gallery underworld became more and more solid.

In Feng Qingyan's opinion, the Gallery Underworld really has the potential to evolve into a world.

Shortly after.

He also came out from the gallery underworld.

At this time, he came to the wooden house of Miss Xihe, which Donggong Lan and Qingmang had found two days ago. The wooden house was a bit simple, located in a valley dozens of miles away from the Painting City, and the environment was very quiet...

Miss Xihe rarely had a friend, so she tried her best to invite Yingshu to stay.

So Donggong Lan and Feng Qingyan also stayed there.

At this moment, Qingmang, Qingniu and Laohai were eating grass by the stream in front of the valley.

Feng Qingyan walked in from outside the valley, greeted Qingmang and Lao Hai when he saw them, then stood in front of the stream and stared at the water, wondering what he was thinking.

Where did the underworld connected to the Ghost Gate go?

This is the question he has been thinking about. He has searched almost every corner of the gallery and underworld, but couldn't find the underworld, which made him very curious.

Although he had never been there, he could feel the vastness of the underworld just from the ghost gate.

Perhaps it was so huge that it was beyond his imagination.

He always felt that the unknown underworld might be the real underworld.

The underworld of this world is just a fragment.

Why hasn't Bai Yijun come back after entering the netherworld for so long? The most important thing is that the connection between Bai Yijun and him was cut off after entering the ghost gate.

In this world.

He knows every thought and idea of ​​the White-Robed Man, and can even control it.

The man in white is him.

but.

Ever since the man in white entered that underworld, he seemed to have turned into two different people.

This made him feel uneasy.

While he was thinking, an hour passed.

He came back to his senses and decided to look for Youming, but he couldn't give up the purpose of coming to Huacheng.

He came to Huacheng, naturally, to learn painting.

Now he walked towards the cabin.

Although the wooden house was not small, with several rooms and two floors, it was really very simple. When he arrived, the front and back of the house were full of weeds, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

In fact, it was mainly Miss Xihe who spent most of her time in the gallery.

At this time, Yingshu, Donggonglan and Xihe were cleaning the wooden house, and they had also fenced off a yard in front and behind the house.

There are some things that Yingshu can't understand.

Miss Xihe is obviously a woman, why is her home so untidy...

Moreover, many daily necessities are not available.

"Is the gentleman back?"

Yingshu is clearing the weeds in front of the floor.

Feng Qingyan nodded, went back to clean up, and came out to help.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the wooden house looked brand new, with flowers and plants planted in both the front and back yards.

And on the fifth day.

Feng Qingyan finally arrived at the Painting City.

The strangeness of the painting city opened Feng Qingyan's eyes. Every painting that appeared in the painting city was a small world...

There are painters almost everywhere in the world.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was walking and looking, but he couldn't understand any of the paintings that appeared. This was at least at the level of a painter.

And his paintings have not yet been accepted.

He can only start from the most basic.

So, he came to a painting hall, which taught him the most basic painting skills...

in a blink.

A month passed.

He finally understood something and began to study.

But at this moment, a strange thing happened to him. Whenever he picked up the paintbrush to paint, a vague bridge would appear in his mind.

The bridge was very blurry, but it looked like a stone arch bridge.

At first glance, it seems to be dozens of feet, but at the second glance, it is dozens of feet, or even hundreds of feet.

This surprised him.

What kind of bridge is this?

Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and visualized carefully, but the bridge that appeared in his mind was still very blurry.

He could neither see nor draw it.

As he became more and more familiar with the art of painting, the bridge in his mind seemed to become clearer.

When his painting was finally completed, the bridge in his mind became clearer, but it was still hard to see through and seemed shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere.

"What you think about during the day, you will dream about at night. Could this be the bridge of guidance?"

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

Perhaps it was because he had been thinking about the Bridge of Guidance all this time, so a Bridge of Guidance appeared in his mind?
Regardless of whether it was the bridge of guidance or not, he still couldn't start writing.

Something seems to be stuck.

However, his painting skills improved by leaps and bounds and his progress was rapid.

There is significant progress every day.

First, he was canonized; second, his gift was rare; third, he was the King of Books.

For many literati, calligraphy and painting are actually interconnected.

In the book city and painting city, many calligraphers or painters are both masters of calligraphy and painting...

So it was not difficult for him to learn to paint.

In the second month of his painting studies, he had already become an eighth-rank painter.

While he was learning painting, Yingshu did not waste his time either. He also learned painting and achieved success not long ago.

Donggong Lan also broke through and became a fifth-grade zither player.

In the valley.

The flowers and plants planted earlier in the yards in front and behind the wooden house have now bloomed.

Dong Gonglan played the zither among the flowers, while Yingshu learned painting from Miss Xihe, and his style was a bit dark...

Either he paints the underworld or he paints ghosts.

At this moment, Miss Yingshu also has a dream, which is to be able to draw a ghost at the level of the Ghost King like Miss Xihe.

Miss Xihe had nothing to do except giving some instructions.

Her mind was in the gallery underworld.

Now that the gallery is no longer in her hands, she has no interest in painting anymore.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was coming back from outside the valley. When Yingshu saw him, he said, "Gentleman, you want to go into the gallery to paint in the underworld."

Feng Qingyan glanced at Xihe and nodded, saying, "Wait a moment."

Although they already knew about the existence of the Ghost Gate, they only thought it was a mysterious stone gate for the time being, and they didn't know that the Ghost Gate was behind Feng Qingyan. At this moment, Feng Qingyan returned to the room to rest for a while, then came outside, called out the Ghost Gate and said, "Yingshu, Xihe, the door is open."

"Walk."

Yingshu said excitedly, pulling Xihe towards the backyard.

"Wait for me."

Donggong Lan quickly put away his zither and also wanted to go into the underworld of the gallery to take a look.

Feng Qingyan also went in. After all, he hadn't been there for a while. He found that with the help of the Ghost Gate Law, the boundary wall of the underworld in the gallery became more solid.

Shortly after.

"Miss Xihe, has the gallery underworld become bigger?"

Yingshu said with some surprise.

"Yeah, it has definitely gotten bigger."

Miss Xihe said with certainty. After all, she had drawn the underworld with her own hands, so she could tell at a glance where there were changes.

The four of them went deeper and came to the black millstone.

"Tsk tsk, the aura emanating from this hell is even more terrifying than before." Yingshu exclaimed in amazement. Although the depression, pain, regret, etc. emanating from "hell" had no effect on her, she could feel their presence.

In the gallery underworld.

There are still ghosts fleeing frantically, as if those invisible terrifying existences can never be caught.

"Miss Xihe, what on earth is catching ghosts?"

At this moment, Yingshu finally couldn't help but ask.

"Yin Bing."

Miss Xihe said.

"Yin soldiers?"

At this moment, Yingshu and Donggong Lan were both stunned. They didn't expect such a simple answer.

"Ghost soldiers? How is that possible? Many of those ghosts are at the level of Ghost Lords and Ghost Kings. How can the ghost soldiers catch them?"

Yingshu asked in confusion.

"Because they are Yin soldiers."

Miss Xihe said.

"what?"

Yingshu looked confused.

"Xihe, you said that this Yin soldier is not simple?"

Donggong Lan thought for a moment and asked.

"Ah."

Miss Xihe nodded.

"By the way, Xihe, why don't you draw the ghost soldiers? I was scared to death before. I kept guessing what it was. I didn't expect it to be ghost soldiers..."

Shadow book road.

"It's not that Xihe doesn't want to draw them, but Xihe can't draw them."

Miss Xihe hesitated for a moment, and seeing the doubts in Yingshu and Donggonglan's eyes, she said, "They give Xihe a very terrifying feeling, as if they have a mission, so they can hunt down ghosts at the level of ghost kings. However, they don't seem to exist, so they can't be drawn..."

Shadow Book: “…”

Donggong Lan: “…”

At this moment, even Feng Qingyan was a little surprised and asked, "Miss Xihe, what does this mean?"

"Sister Lan, do you understand?"

Yingshu asked.

Donggong Lan hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.

Miss Xihe saw that no one understood, so she became anxious and said, "That's right, that's right. The ghost soldiers were not very scary originally, but because they have a certain mission, they can capture ghosts. However, because they don't exist now, I can't draw them..."

"Uh, I still don't quite understand..."

Shadow book road.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan suddenly understood.

At this moment he finally understood the relationship between Ghost Gate and Hell, just as he had guessed before.

As for why Xihe couldn’t draw the ghost soldiers?

That's because he hasn't built the underworld yet. If the underworld isn't built yet, there naturally won't be any real ghost soldiers...

How could Xihe draw them without real ghost soldiers?

At this moment, he also thought of the Qingshan City God Mansion. Are the ghost soldiers in the Qingshan City God Mansion real ghost soldiers?
Not yet.

Because there is no underworld, no reincarnation...

"I understand somewhat."

At this time Donggong Lan said.

"Sister Lan, do you understand? Tell me quickly, what is going on?"

Yingshu was very curious, but Miss Xihe was a little confused.

"These ghost soldiers are different from the previous ghost soldiers. They can restrain ghosts, but they haven't appeared yet. They will appear at some point in the future..."

Donggong Lan explained.

"future?"

Yingshu frowned and said, "In other words, what Miss Xihe painted is the future world?"

"more or less."

Donggong Lan said.

"Sister Lan, you can't say that."

Xihe shook his head, and seeing that he couldn't explain it clearly, he stopped explaining.

Although Feng Qingyan understood, he did not explain it. However, he was very surprised. He did not expect that Miss Xihe actually knew about the "Yin Soldiers".

Shortly after.

Feng Qingyan and Dong Gonglan came out of the ghost gate.

As for whether Yingshu really followed Xihe to learn painting, or whether he learned to paint the underworld...

Feng Qingyan rested in the wooden house for two days, then returned to the Painting City to continue learning painting.

While learning to paint, he explored the bridge in his mind, and wanted to know whether the bridge in his mind was the bridge of guidance.

The timing of its appearance is really strange.

Over the past year, the three things he did were all purposeful and centered around the reception bridge.

Winter comes in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, it was the spring of the 2349th year of the Human King Calendar, which meant that it had been four years since Feng Qingyan woke up.

During the two years of his absence, Zhou Chang left the academy and went to the State of Jin.

Helian Shan, Mu Yu and others also traveled around the world.

The first batch of students of Zangshan Academy have actually graduated...

In fact, "graduation" is not that strict, and many students can still stay in the college to continue their studies.

At this time, Feng Qingyan also became a fourth-rank painter and would soon be able to attain the title of King of Painting.

In the night.

Feng Qingyan would occasionally make the Ghost Gate appear and ask the Five Forbiddens to open the door to see if the same underworld was behind the Ghost Gate at different time periods.

But the result is always the gallery underworld.

This made Feng Qingyan very disappointed. It seemed that only if the gallery and the underworld were completely separated could the original unknown underworld have a chance of reappearing.

"Blood Queen, can you feel the difference in Ghost Gate?"

Feng Qingyan asked about the five major taboos.

After thinking about the five taboos carefully, he shook his head and didn't feel any difference.

In fact, Feng Qingyan didn’t feel it either, so how could they feel it?

And as time goes by.

The bridge in his mind became clearer and clearer, and he could even see the lines on the bridge. At this moment, he did not learn to paint anymore, but instead carefully visualized the bridge in his mind, and even visualized every line on the bridge clearly...

He felt that as long as he could fully visualize the bridge, he would be able to enter the realm of the Lord of Painting.

However, the patterns on this bridge were somewhat complicated, and it was not an easy task to visualize it completely, and it required him to spend a lot of time.

Time passes in visualization.

But the more he visualized, the more surprised he was. Could visualizing the bridge in his mind improve his painting realm?

Although he had not studied painting in the past two or three months and had only been quietly visualizing the bridge in his mind, he found that he had a deeper understanding of painting.

Could it be that the bridge in the mind is equivalent to the calligraphy of the ultimate killing stele?

He was amazed.

Moreover, he was even more curious, where did the bridge in the mind come from?

It shouldn't appear for no reason, right?

Could it be related to the Painted City?
But he did not realize that the bridge in his mind was related to the painted city.

The more he looked at the bridge in his mind, the more extraordinary it seemed. It seemed to hide endless power, which made people marvel. When he visualized the bridge in his mind completely, he found that he seemed to have entered the position of the master of painting.

Everything was silent.

He didn't even know that he had already achieved the title of King of Painting.

At this moment, the bridge in his mind was extremely clear, as if it were real, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Perhaps it is the bridge of guidance.

……

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(End of this chapter)