Guarding The Dungeon For Eighty Years, Born Invincible

Ning Jiexiu explained everything about Chu Guanshi, Ju Lingfan, and Han Wan'er in a few words.

"My lord, the demon revived Mrs. Han, who had died long ago. Wu Yihou has nothing to worry about in this Chaotian capital. It is only a matter of time before he escapes from Chaotian. We still have to arrest him as soon as possible, lest he leave Chaotian capital by shrinking into an inch." gone."

"Don't worry, he can't run away." Qin Daorong sat down immediately after learning the situation.

Re-open the wooden box, ready to paint on site.

Seeing that the boss's boss was not in a hurry, Ning Jiexiu also calmed down and stood behind Qin Daorong, intending to see what he was going to draw.

There are also unique differences in the way of painting Dao practice.

This way pays attention to observing things, enlightening aggregates, having spirit, and finishing eyes.

Look at the reference object first, and do a lot of exercises to get the proportion, perspective, and light and shade of the object right.

People have three courts and five eyes, and things also have aesthetic proportions.

Only when the painting is correct, the objects in the painting will have connotations and charms, and the last touch will make it come true, and step into the ninth grade of painting.

Those who are third rank on the painting path, that is, Realms like Qin Daorong, have solid and profound painting skills, and they have long been able to draw as they please. Every stroke is full of divine energy, and wanting to draw a picture is just a matter of thought.

Spreading out a piece of rice paper, Qin Daorong wrote, one by one black moths flapped their wings and left the painting, rushing downward in groups.

Within a short while, the entire Wuyihou Mansion was covered with black moths. Seeing them flying around, they seemed to be looking for something.

When the surrounding beams of light dissipated, Guanshi Chu appeared in a clean stone room.

Seeing this place, Steward Chu, who caught Han Wan'er, breathed a sigh of relief. This place is the terminal of the formation.

But she has no time to delay, I believe that Fu Mowei will find Wuyihou's mansion soon, and she must quickly take Wu Huanian to escape Chaotiandu from another formation.

Walking out of the stone room, he saw Wu Huanian sitting in the hall outside. When he turned his head and saw Han Wan'er, he was stunned.

Doubt, shock, joy... all kinds of emotions erupted in Wu Huanian's heart, and two lines of hot tears flowed quietly without warning.

I think back to when I was eleven or twelve years old, my nanny brought back a cowardly girl from her hometown. She didn't understand anything when she first arrived at the palace, and she would just follow her side and hide behind her in fear all day long.

In the sixteenth year of the Elephant Dance, the two quietly ran out of the palace holding hands on the Lantern Night, came to the bank of the Tianhe River, set off a Lotus flower lantern, and ate glutinous rice cakes.

On the way, the girl said that she wanted to dance for herself by the Tianhe River. She didn't want to be stupid and stumbled into the river. It was because of her own efforts that she was rescued from the Tianhe River.

That night, the two of them returned to the palace with wet bodies, but they were often scolded by their parents.

Twenty and the crown, it is when a man becomes an adult, and the girl has already reached the age for marriage.

He dragged her all the way to the temple of Peach Blossom Xingjun, where he was seeking marriage, and seriously burned three sticks of incense, and expressed his own wish to Xingjun.

On that day, I gave the girl a hairpin, and the girl gave a jade pendant in return. Although it was simple, it sealed the relationship between the two in front of Taohua Xingjun.

The eight-carried sedan chair was beautifully married into the palace, and the husband and wife loved each other for many years.

The two are still the little Young Master and the little girl who followed the little Young Master back then.

"I really can't, I can't accept that you have passed away. I can't live in a world without you."

Wu Huanian got up slowly, crying like a child with grievances, walking towards Han Wan'er with trembling hands, the yearning in his eyes was self-evident.

At this time, Guanshi Chu couldn't help but Wu Huanian used his time to show his true feelings.

One is that people from Fumosi may arrive at any time, and the other is that Han Wan'er's current situation is not in line with Wu Huanian's expectations, and once they talk about it, they will definitely go out of their way.

She hurriedly said: "Your Highness, Mrs. Han has only completed the first step of resurrection, and the situation is still not stable. I need to go back to the Heitianmen station to continue recuperating. Found out, presumably they will lead people to the palace soon, we must hurry up and leave."

"Okay, okay, let's go now." Wu Huanian looked at Han Wan'er happily, but he didn't have any nostalgia for Chaotian in his heart.

Suddenly, a few black moths flew in from outside the door, scurrying around the room like headless flies, which made people very unhappy.

"Where did the moths come from?" Wu Huanian waved his hand, and slapped the black moths to death against the wall.

The corpse of the black moth quietly dissipated, leaving only a ball of ink stains on the wall.

"Huh?!" Chu Guanshi's expression changed instantly. Such methods must be people who painted the Tao, and the people of Fu Mowei have already arrived.

"Your Highness, there is no time left. Let's go." Steward Chu lifted Han Wan'er on his shoulders, and immediately ran towards the door.

At this moment, we can only race against time and enter the formation to complete the activation before Fu Mowei catches them, otherwise no one will be able to leave this city alive tonight.

At the moment when the black moths were slapped to death by Wu Huanian, Qin Daorong on Qingluan also had a realization.