Soul Painter

Wang Mang only believed in common people and not in ghosts and gods.

It was a bit beyond Gao Fan's expectations.

Now, the emperor of the new dynasty, who has only sat on the throne for 16 years in history, but actually usurped the throne for 27 years, is in front of Gao Fan.

Gao Fan can clearly see his Chinese-shaped face, calm eyes, and heroic eyebrows... With Gao Fan's full-value sketching skills, even if he returns to reality at this moment, he can still draw his face. look like.

It is far less difficult to draw a human being than the alien spider woman on the moon.

As for the Weiyang Palace, it is even more difficult. It is impossible to describe this huge treasure of Chinese architectural history in detail without months or even years of time.

But Gao Fan doesn’t have to do that. The moon scene is because the remnant of “The Great Existence: Rubik’s Cube” is the lunar soil, and the lunar soil and the spider girl are one, so it needs to be depicted as a whole.

But Wang Mang’s remnant is Mian Yan. Apart from portraits, at most he can draw his black dragon robe. Mystery will swallow up this piece of history and make it the property of Gao Fan’s inspiration. In this way, Gao Fan Fan then got another coordinate leading to the Eternal Devil.

Is it that simple?

Gao Fan was lost in thought.

Wang Mang should be a pillar to be swallowed.

Even his dynasty was swallowed up.

But Wang Mang also said that he did not believe in ghosts and gods.

So who swallowed him?

The pillar must believe in the great existence, and the great existence can swallow it.

Or Wang Mang is lying.

Or, the goal...wrong?

"Foreigner, why don't you say anything?" Wang Mang said, "Tell me what the world will look like after two thousand years."

"Two thousand years later, the human society will be advanced in science and technology, and the materials will be extremely rich. We can travel around the world and see things thousands of miles away while sitting in the room. When we go out, we don't ride on horses, but on iron carts. The speed of the horse is countless times faster than the fastest galloping horse, without feeding, it can travel thousands of miles a day, ha, there is no evidence for it, I can show you~"

As he said that, Gao Fan became interested, and he said to Wang Mang, "Your Majesty, please borrow a pen and paper."

"Give the stranger silk and pen." Wang Mang said.

The court lady with round face and big eyes put a roll of silk, a pen, inkstone and ink on the table in front of Gao Fan, and began to grind ink for Gao Fan.

"Grind the ink for me, and I'll show you a good show~" Gao Fan picked up the pen and said to the maid with a smile.

The maid bowed her head and said nothing, she rolled up her sleeves with one hand and grinded ink with the other, revealing a bright wrist, as white as lotus root.

Gao Fan didn't have a deep study of brush painting, but he still has the skills of a master. I saw him splashing ink with a brush, and there was already an extra car on the silk.

"Is this the iron horse that doesn't need to be fed?" The maid asked in a low voice, "It's not too strange to see..."

"Come on~" Gao Fan patted the paper on the table.

Whoosh!

I saw that the ink cart on the paper suddenly swelled against the wind, and became bigger and bigger. It turned into a Land Rover. The color of golden steel is obviously miraculous, not a creation of this era.

All the guards and maids were stunned.

And Wang Mang was stunned for a moment, then clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "As expected of a painter of other people! Such a strange art!"

"It's just a small trick~" Gao Fan smiled, stretched out his hands and flicked the silk cloth again, and the Land Rover returned to the silk cloth, turning into the lines and colors on the silk cloth.

Because it is a thing of rising inspiration and has no mysterious attachment, in the first century AD, it was impossible to resist the "Way of Heaven" of this era, so as to be true to its shape, it is just an appearance.

In other words, the car couldn't drive, not because of lack of gas, but because it didn't exist at all.

Gao Fan could have easily summoned these objects from Boston's Inspiration City, but in order to pursue a sense of ritual, he had to use a pen to draw on silk cloth and then recall them.

Next, Gao Fan began to disseminate knowledge to Wang Mang and the maids of the guards two thousand years later, such as the ability to watch TV thousands of miles away, the refrigerator that can make summer cold, the tap that can produce water by itself, and the ability to soar into the blue sky. the helicopter...

The knowledge of two thousand years has been crushed until Wang Mang completely believed that Gao Fan really came from two thousand years later. Otherwise, these ingenious treasures would be rare objects that are hard to find even in the fairy world, and the magical magic that flickers, Where did it come from?

Those guards and court ladies were also shocked by Gao Fan, and the atmosphere inside the hall affected the outside of the hall. The guards outside the hall, who were originally at war with swords, only felt that the lights in the hall were flickering, sometimes brilliant, sometimes colorful, and passed on from time to time. The laughter of His Majesty, and the uncontrollable exclamation of the guards and ladies, after a few times, the hostility was slightly reduced, but suspicions abounded.

Xuan room palace.

"The strange man and the different art are amazing, I believe it." Wang Mang sighed, "But what the stranger said, and it was recorded two thousand years later, that the dynasty of the widow only existed for 16 years, which really makes me suspicious."

"So I ask you, do you believe in any gods? There are some gods in this world who specifically target pillars like you, and then devour your dynasty and history. After that, you will not be recorded in human history. .” Gao Fan said.

"The will of the gods... is so vicious?" Wang Mang whispered, "But what do they want to do by devouring the widow and the dynasty of the widow?"

"Use it as resources to fight against each other." Gao Fan said, "They want to dig out a big treasure at the end of human civilization, but they dare not do it blatantly. They only dare to use the pillars of human beings to attack and fight each other."

"We Chinese people are the blades and playthings of the gods?" Wang Mang frowned.

"It's not just China. From here, the south reaches the ocean, the north reaches the ice desert, thousands of miles away, there are all kinds of continents and races. The boxing champion behind me is from one of the continents, but your That's right, all human beings are playthings to the gods," Gao Fan said.

"If this is the case, if I live to be two thousand years later... I will wave my blade at God!" Wang Mang suddenly threw his cup on the ground, his nose and eyes were open, "I want to open my eyes for the world's human race!"

"Good ambition!" Gao Fan praised, and then said again, "You have never seen how great a great existence is..."

Candles are brightly lit in the hall.

It was late at night.

The conversation between Wang Mang and Gao Fan is still going on.

"My purpose here is to hunt a 'god'." Gao Fan said, "He left a coordinate on you, and I need to draw your soul into my painting to get this coordinate .”

"Bold!" A guard drew his sword sharply.

"Don't be nervous." Wang Mang waved his hand.

"Using the means of strangers, gods can be used as the hunting target. If you want to take the life of a few people, you can do it in the palm of your hand, let alone make a painting..."

After finishing speaking, Wang Mang asked Gao Fan again.

"Now I have been talking with you for a long time. I think you can remember my appearance in your heart. Of course, it can be painted. Why do you talk so much with me?" Wang Mang asked.

"Because I suddenly discovered that you are not my coordinate, now I would like to ask, where exactly is the coordinate you think I am looking for?" Gao Fan said.