Soul Painter

Wang Mang couldn't give Gao Fan the answer he wanted.

But Gao Fan felt more and more that this was a puzzle.

In addition to the "language barrier" moon spider girl, the Eternal Demon seems to have put a "misleading target" puzzle in front of him. If he easily targets Wang Mang and draws him into the mystery, he will end his obsession with this period of history. If you don't explore, then the clues of the seven sages may be interrupted, that is to say, Wang Mang may not be one of the seven sages.

"Well, I won't draw you for now, I will stay here and watch you, if the gods want to devour you, there will always be some clues, I will just watch here." Gao Fan said to Wang Mang.

"May I thank you for your kindness of 'not painting'?" Wang Mang mocked Gao Fan in turn. He is a king, and it is difficult for him to accept Gao Fan's superior tone.

"Then give me an official position." Gao Fan said.

"Hmph!" Wang Mang left angrily.

However, in the end, there was still a not-so-formal decree sent by a court lady, and Gao Fan was granted the title of "Painting Academy Attendant", but Weiyang walked in the palace.

From today onwards, in the eyes of the maids and the Habayashi army, there will be a painter, a black panther, a Kunlun slave, and a ghost in Weiyang Palace.

The painter was called a painter, but he never painted figures, he just circled Weiyang Palace all day long, and the brush he used was also very strange, it was a carbon strip, not a brush.

Some court ladies secretly watched his paintings, and felt that his painting techniques were very weird, but the objects he painted were very similar, and often only a few strokes were needed to outline a vivid scene.

In the huge Weiyang Palace, the artist has become a landscape, the dialogue between the artist and the emperor has not been spread, no one knows what the artist is doing here, but the artist's supernatural powers have gradually spread widely, including those strange things that the artist has shown and disappeared from time to time. Beasts and servants, as well as the artist's ability to summon some magical creations out of thin air.

Legend has it that painters never sleep.

Legend has it that painters do not paint humans because no matter who is drawn by him in the painting, the soul will be hooked, and the body will die and the soul will disappear.

Legend has it that the painter is a god.

It is also said that the painter actually came to paint the gods.

It is even said that there was a moonless night, in order not to delay his work, the painter drew ten rounds of red suns, illuminating the Weiyang Palace brightly, as if it were daytime.

It is also said that His Majesty the Emperor would have a conversation with the painter in the propaganda room every other year. It is forbidden to talk within a hundred steps, and anyone who enters will be killed, but the laughter or anger of His Majesty can still be heard after a hundred steps. cheers.

Time passed day by day.

January passed.

Year after year passed.

From 20 years of Tianfeng to 30 years of Tianfeng.

In ten years, the painter became a legend in Weiyang Palace.

Because the painter's pen no longer only depicts Weiyang Palace.

He would disappear in the palace for several months and then return to appear again.

The new ladies in the palace are already very unfamiliar with the painter, and they only think it is a rumor.

However, at a certain time every year, the painter will return to Weiyang Palace to talk with the emperor in the Proclamation Room.

Thirty years after Tianfeng, the emperor was in a particularly bad mood. It was said that it was because locusts plagued the world everywhere.

When the emperor talked with the painter, he not only roared and roared, but even overturned a few mats. When he walked out of the announcement room, he even held a long sword in his hand. Fortunately, there is no blood in this light.

boom!

The emperor cut the sword on the vermilion lacquered pillar at the entrance of the Xuan Room.

"Nonsense! If you weren't a stranger, the widow would have chopped off your head right now!"

He turned around and drank in a low voice.

There was no sound in the Xuan room, and the emperor left angrily.

After a while, the trembling court ladies watched the painter come out.

I saw the painter followed by the 'ghost' in a strange green costume.

The painter has three attendants, a black panther, who is as human as a cow, and a Kunlun slave, who is said to be able to lift a thousand catties, but the most terrifying thing is this ghost with oil paint on his face. It is said that there is something in his hand that he can hold Life and death, whoever wants to die at the third watch, that person will not survive the fifth watch.

The painter smiled at the emperor's back and said, "Don't you want to chop it off? You dare not."

Waiting for the painter to turn his gaze, the maids scattered in a hurry.

There was only one female officer standing there, looking at the painter with a surprised look on her face.

"I remember you." The painter walked up the vermilion steps under the moonlight, his face was as young as when he first met ten years ago, and the court lady has become a female official, and his face has been missing for ten years Feng Yu before.

"The imperial court is about to perish, so escape from here as soon as possible." The painter said to the female officer.

After all, I want to leave.

The female officer felt extremely panicked at this moment, "Wait, envoy! Why do you say that the court is about to perish?"

"Because the established Lord of the world has appeared." The painter said, "I have traveled all over the Central Plains this time and saw him."

"Who? Who is the established master of the world? Is it a traitor?" The female officer panicked. Isn't Your Majesty the only master of the world?

"It's not appropriate to say he is a traitor. In our history, he is the ruler of the world." The painter said.

"You are a stranger and have known His Majesty for many years, why can't you help the court to get rid of this traitor?" the female official asked.

"It's been ten years, and you're still so courageous." The painter sighed, "Not to mention being a real 'pillar', once he is removed, this world will also disappear. It's just that this guy is the second generation of gods. It's done."

"What is... the second generation of gods?" The female officer didn't understand, there were too many words in the painter's mouth that she didn't understand.

"It's the child born of God and man." The painter said, "I saw one after two thousand years, but I didn't expect to see another one in this dynasty. The eternal devil really does a good job..."

Sighing, the painter prepared to leave.

"Mr. Envoy!" The female officer held back the painter. She knew very well that the painter is a stranger who can communicate with the gods. It is very possible that what he said is true. In addition, during this period of time, the world is full of flames, and it seems that he is also the thief. Make chaos.

"Your Majesty really doesn't want to help His Majesty kill this thief?" There was a lot of heroism in the female officer's eyes.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I have to find an opportunity." The painter said.

"When is the time?" asked the female officer.

"You can't find it." The painter said again, "I have a mystery in me, so it's hard to get close to him."

"If this is the case, if I want to punish this thief, can you help me?" The female officer stared at the painter.

The painter looked at the female officer's firm eyes, and the smile gradually disappeared.

...

Another three months.

The news of the great defeat of the imperial army has already spread to the inner palace.

Legend has it that during the Battle of Kunyang, the imperial army had 400,000 troops to encircle and suppress a rebel leader named 'Liu Xiu'.

The rebel army is only 20,000, and the court will undoubtedly win this battle.

But that night, flint fell from the sky, and the imperial court's 400,000 troops were completely wiped out. Liu Xiu won without a fight. This was the key turning point for the rebel army to turn from weak to strong.

At this time, it was rumored that Liu Xiu was a descendant of the royal family of the previous dynasty, and his elder brother Liu Xuan had the appearance of an emperor. All of a sudden, rebels from all over the country took Liu Xuan as their leader. Even began to get involved in Chang'an.

...

From being rich and embracing the world, to soldiers approaching the city.

It's only half a year.

At the beginning of the thirty-first year of Tianfeng, Liu Xiu's army was already under the city of Chang'an.

The hearts of the people in Chang'an City are fluctuating, and officials continue to surrender.

On the seventh day of the first month, a female official brought Chuan Guo Yuxi into Liu Xiu's barracks to present treasures.

Liu Xiu was overjoyed when he heard that, and it turned out that the female official and Chuan Guo Yuxi jointly presented a black delicate ball.

"What is this?" Liu Xiu asked curiously under the guard of a group of soldiers.

The official lady looked at the handsome 'bandit army leader' in front of her, and replied with a smile: "This thing is called 'grenade', it was given by a stranger, and it came from two thousand years later."

...

boom!

Standing on the top of Chang'an City, the artist sighed softly as he watched the boiling smoke and explosions in Liu Xiu's tent below the city.