Inner Demons

When Li Yunxin woke up in the darkness, he heard the sound of iron rings rubbing against the iron rings.

He quickly realized that the sound was coming from himself-his hands and feet were all tied up and tied somewhere. He lay on the cold slate floor, like a prisoner in jail.

But he didn’t immediately get up and didn’t speak. Instead, he stayed in the dark for a while with his eyes open.

This kind of feeling doesn’t always happen—not only refers to being “captured” or “fettered”, but also like a person who wakes up from sleep and feels soft, like a solid dream. field.

It should be said that he hasn’t “sleep” for a long time.

But now it’s been a while, and it doesn’t feel bad.

Then tried to break free, but did not break away.

This means that there are no ordinary objects tied to him. Otherwise, if it is only steel, it is nothing but spider silk in his eyes.

The thing on his body shouldn’t be used to restrain him. In his body now, he can feel the thick and thick iron chain buckles, and each ring is the size of a sea bowl. This thing…is just right for the whale.

Then the light appeared.

There is a hole in the sky far above his head, which means he is in a deep and wide underground. With the yellow light, he distinguished the silhouette of the evil king-the huge Demon fell from above, and after a while it landed in front of Li Yunxin.

The evil king raised a lamp like a human. But the light of the lamp seemed to be enveloped by some invisible power, and the light couldn’t shoot out five steps away from him. Every delicate hair was completely shown in five steps, and it was still dark after five steps.

The evil king fell in front of Li Yunxin and stared at him silently for a while.

Li Yunxin tried to sit up-it succeeded.

He has four thick chains on his body, coming from somewhere in the dark, almost burying him inside. The iron cord is jet black, and some of the buckles are filled with soil, and have a strong musty smell.

So he laughed: “This is not a way of hospitality.”

But the evil king obviously has no intention of communicating with him friendly. The big demon stretched out his hand, and one of the eight ancient scrolls fell in front of Li Yunxin. The iron plate was inserted into the soil-the evil king pointed at the iron plate, said solemnly: “Say, how to use this baby.”

Li Yunxin raised his hands.

The evil king was slightly frowned, but still pointed at a distance, so the iron chain bound on his right hand fell off and quickly retracted.

But some other sound rang out in the darkness…it was like the friction between the iron rope and the skeleton.

Li Yunxin doesn’t care about this for now. At this time his attention was on the iron plate in front of him.

He stood up with a little effort and pulled the iron plate with one hand. Then he scratched the joint between the two iron pieces with his nails-the iron pieces were pried apart by him. Then the fingers were pulled all the way down the seam… The two iron plates were separated.

Li Yunxin finally saw one of these eight ancient scrolls, the true appearance of “Mist Sends a Slave to Kaidi Mao”.

Then… his expression was sluggish for a moment.

Then he couldn’t help but laugh.

Because he remembered that when he was a child and living in a mountain village, his parents had talked about this painting in a solemn but ethereal tone. One of the eight ancient scrolls-the Peak Realm that the Daoist priests can reach, the Supreme Treasure of the world, and the painting relics with huge might.

But in fact…Almost no one has seen how the handwriting of the painting saint looks like-at least no one has seen it for a thousand years.

At that time, Li Yunxin thought, there were probably two reasons.

For one thing, the world says that painting saints is intoxicated. Now that you have become a demon, the less things of Great Demon will be seen, the better. Orthodoxy and Sword Sect will hide them.

The second…It is said that when the painting saint was alive, long, long ago, he would easily not show his handwriting to others. This is easy to understand. Such an expert is always unfathomable.

When Ling Kongzi met Li Yunxin at a banquet in Qionghua Building, Weicheng, Li Yunxin made a scroll-“A Picture of Abnormal Eating.”

At that time, the volley was moved and asked if the painting sage was still alive and whether he had any relationship with the painting sage. And she said that Li Yunxin’s style of painting is similar to the painting style.

At that time he was puzzled.

But now, in this dark room where I don’t know where, I have really seen this moment when the painting is true…

A lot of previous doubts have been answered.

……

Li Yunxin was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

Because this painting is as long as a person and as wide as a half. Such a big picture…

In fact, the content is only two palm-sizes.

It’s like…a 5~6 years old little child who is just learning to do graffiti, painted with a pen slanted and obliquely.

There is a “person” on the painting. It should be human… the body is a black thread, and the limbs are also black threads. The hands are five short lines, and the head is a circle. There are two smaller circles in the circle, with two dots in the middle—

This thing should be a person.

This person’s posture is crooked, and the line is uneven, but he can see that he is bending over, raising his fist, and wanting to hit something.

As for what to hit…

I’m hitting a Kitty cat.

Yes, it is a Kitty. It’s the white Kitty cat with a pink bow on his head that the little girls liked at that time.

Actually… if compared with that “person”, the cat is drawn very well-at least the second grade of elementary school.

The two eyes of the cat are two blackened dots.

…It is the black spot exposed in the hole opened in the iron plate.

A man pressed Kitty cat on the hill and shook his fist to beat her. Underneath them was a piece of…probably a stone. The stone is on a small mountain bag-the mountain bag is represented by a semicircle. There is also a thing that looks like a tree next to it. Orange-yellow paint is used to draw a circle and circle of lines in the sky… Does that represent the sun that is about to set?

“Wu Song angered Kitty cat…” Li Yunxin stared at one of the “Eight Zhen ancient scrolls” with emotion. After watching it for a long time, I really didn’t know how to evaluate it.

Now he knows why few people see the handwriting of the painting saint. I also know why the Evil King…has sealed this painting with iron plates.

…to be ashamed.

At the same time, he strongly questioned Ling Kongzi’s vision.

He thought that the other party was mocking himself at the time, not complimenting him.

The evil king initially looked at him coldly, expressionless. But after Li Yunxin couldn’t help laughing, being silent, and then laughing again, he finally drank him: “What’s so funny?! This is the real thing!”

In fact, Li Yunxin can understand this mysterious The mental state of the Great Demon at the moment. He forced himself to stop laughing and relieved him: “Well, I know, I know it’s the real thing-hahahaha!”

The evil king looks like he has been humiliated and plans to take the painting from Li Yunxin took it away. But Li Yunxin was busy grabbing the painting, trying to converge the expression with 3 breaths time, and cautiously poking his spirit strength into the painting, trying to understand the spirit strength flow in it.

Soon… his expression became serious and solemn.

He holds the picture scroll with his eyes half closed, browsing slightly wrinkle. There was silence for a quarter of an hour before suddenly raising his left hand and shaking, without saying anything.

The Evil King understands what he means-Li Yunxin at this moment looks like a very devoted thinker who has no time to think about the external situation. The opponent wants to untie his left hand.

The evil king hesitated for a moment, then pointed again.

The iron cord on the left hand also fell off.

Then Li Yunxin switched to the left hand to draw, and used the right hand to join the sword, along the funny and childish lines, very slowly and little by little along the handwriting inside the Void, as if every time he moved At once, all the strength of the whole body will be exhausted.

So it’s just two breaths, his head is full of sweat.

His finger first fell on one of the man’s arms. That arm is only one finger long.

But…Li Yunxin’s fingers were only half of his arm’s length, and they drooped. He himself lifted the head abruptly, gasping for breath, as if his body had been crushed under the ten thousand meters deep sea for hundreds of years. At this moment, he finally surfaced and was able to breathe.

He stared at the evil king, then went to look at the painting, his face was sweaty, and he muttered to himself in surprise: “…How come… like this?”

My father once said when he passed on his way of pill. Those paintings with extremely high levels and deep intentions, ordinary people, and even low-level cultivators cannot be easily viewed. Once forced to comprehend, the spirit strength in the painting may backlash, and those with insufficient cultivation base will pay a heavy price.

But Li Yunxin has never encountered the kind of treasure his father said–until he saw it.

In the ordinary paintings, there is the circulation of Spiritual Qi, just like the human body’s meridians extend in all directions. He walked along the meridian, there is always a trace to follow.

But in this picture…the context is hard to be called a line!

Countless complex to indescribable spirit strength circulation loops overlap each other, forming a densely packed space. To say that the traces in the paintings he normally sees are all “lines”, the “lines” have been woven into “cloth”.

He tried to find a “thread head” to follow up, but even if he put all his energy into it, he couldn’t follow up a lot. Instead, he was quickly wrapped up, almost caught in it, and backlashed!

At this time, he finally realized that…

This is indeed the remains of the painting saint.

That is a great road that he can understand after far surpasses—every thread of spirit strength loop is integrated into this world. This painting is no longer a mere painting, but a part of this world Up!

The childish lines of the scroll itself are merely representations.

The realm of the painter is so high that…has been completely separated from the realm of the need to use the image to represent the image.

And this “whatever” picture on the scroll illustrates the terrifying point of the painter.

Li Yunxin was stunned for a while, unable to speak.

When he was in the Qionghua Building, he also drew a picture of eating. The painters present thought he was improper, but the “indecent” paintings were treasures. Right now he also experienced the feelings of those painters at that time.

At that time…it was really, damn…

What a rampant painter!

Seeing him like this, the evil king raised his eyes and said solemnly: “What’s wrong?”

Li Yunxin didn’t answer him immediately. Instead, he pondered for a while before he threw the painting to the evil king.

The evil king was slightly taken aback. I didn’t expect Li Yunxin to return the baby in such a gesture after he personally got it, without nostalgia.

“What did you suppress here?”

After another two breaths, Li Yunxin lifts the head and asked him seriously.