Chapter 302 The world in the painting Four in the morning.
Wen Qiao went to catch up on his sleep.
Early in the morning is when sleep is sweeter.
When going upstairs, Wen Qiao met Nian Chengfu.
The two looked at each other.
Wen Qiao: "Aren't you asleep yet?"
Nian Chengfu: "Well, Qianmian, what about you?"
Wen Qiao was stunned and spoke unnaturally.
"Well, the same."
Nian Chengfu took a step forward, lifted Wen Qiao's fine hair away from his face, and warned him.
"Don't do it so late next time."
"decide as things go."
"Take me with you on missions from now on..."
"it is good."
One more person means more effort, and Nian Chengfu's ability is not bad.
"Tell me, what were you doing just now?"
"..."
Wen Qiao quickly realized something. How could Nian Chengfu, who was so good, want to go on a mission with her? It turned out that he was waiting for her here.
"I'll show you something when it gets dark. Now I'm sleepy and want to sleep..."
Wen Qiao yawned, walked sideways past Nian Chengfu, and then entered his room with a whoosh.
Nian Chengfu: “…….”
Nian Chengfu thought that what Wen Qiao showed him might be related to what happened tonight, so he simply didn't force himself. He glanced at Wen Qiao's room, then turned and entered his own room.
……
the next day.
When Wen Qiao got up at [-]:[-] and came to the living room, Quan Yao, who was enjoying breakfast, had already been waiting at the dining table. Seeing Wen Qiao, he quickly pushed her breakfast over and then asked, "Qiao Joe, did you paint that screen in the living room?”
"Well, what happened?"
"That's really amazing. He is simply a master of ancient painting. In the future, none of the famous people in the country will be able to compare with you..."
Gee, her friend is a treasure.
Have fun playing with motorcycles.
Painting is also great.
Well, he can also manage a company... He is so good that it makes people feel ashamed.
"Yeah." Wen Qiao didn't feel anything. Such compliments didn't hurt her, but... "Did you notice anything else about the screen?"
She asked.
Quan Yao was stunned and thought about the screen carefully.
"How can I put it this way? That screen gives me a different feeling from other ancient paintings, especially the paintings on it. When I look at them, I feel as if I am actually there..."
"anything else?"
"Is there more? Let me think about it... that screen, well, it has a power that I can't describe. It's not one kind, but many kinds."
Quanyao couldn't tell how many specific types.
After breakfast, Wen Qiao took Quan Yao to the screen, where the looming Uncle Mo Yi was studying with excitement on his face.
"Wonderful, tsk tsk, it's simply wonderful."
"Master, what are you looking at?"
Quanyao walked up to Uncle Mo Yi and asked, her eyes looking at the screen for a moment.
Seeing his apprentice, Uncle Mo Yi hurriedly said: "Yaoyao, look, it has been integrated with the mysteries of space and time. It is simply wonderful. Although it is only an immortal magic weapon, it is comparable to a divine weapon."
Quanyao felt that there was something wrong with her ears: "Master, please say it again."
Uncle Mo Yi: "I said..."
"Let's talk later. I have to go out for something today. Master Mo, since you know the function of this screen, you can escort them. I have sent a message to Xiaotian and he will come later. , In addition, there is a little demon here, and it will be difficult for the three of them to deal with it, but with you here, I can rest assured..." Uncle Mo Yi turned back to look at Wen Qiao: "Don't worry, I will protect them well... But where are you going?”
Wen Qiao: "Go to the interview for "Missing"."
……
Wen Qiao left.
Go to the interview site for "The Lost".
Uncle Mo Yi studied the screen for a while and then disappeared, leaving Quan Yao with a confused expression.
"Master, where have you been? Master?"
Quanyao shouted, not even noticing that a figure in a navy blue robe was walking leisurely in the peach forest on the screen.
Just when Quanyao was wondering about Uncle Mo Yis whereabouts, Uncle Mo suddenly appeared, startling Quanyao.
"Master Gou, you want to scare me to death!"
"No matter what, no matter how big or small..."
Uncle Mo Yi gave Quanyao a shudder on the head, and asked Quanyao with his beard trembling: "Master just called you, didn't you hear it?"
Quanyao was confused at first sight: "No."
When did Master call her?Why didn't she hear it?
Uncle Mo Yi put on a thoughtful look.
"I see, but it should be like this..."
The movement outside can be heard in the screen, but the movement inside cannot be heard from the outside. This is true for every space magic weapon, and this screen is no exception.
"Master, where did you go just now?" Quan Yao asked.
"I just went to the painting, and I have to say, it's really a miraculous workmanship." Uncle Mo Yi sighed with emotion, and then said to Quan Yao: "Yao Yao, my teacher tells you that this screen is a spatial magic weapon. It’s still at the immortal level, you know?”
"what?"
Immortal-level space magic weapon!
Quanyao knew that treasures were divided into psychic tools, eight levels of divine light, twelve levels of holy light, semi-immortal items, immortal items, divine items, and holy items.
"But Master, shouldn't there be thunder or something if something happens to a treasure?" Quan Yao asked, after all, such things are written in novels.
"Yes." Uncle Mo Yi also realized that it was sunny and windy these days, and it didn't even rain, let alone thunder.
"Master, what level of treasure usually attracts thunder calamity?" Quan Yao asked again.
She is a studious child.
Ask if you don't understand.
"Usually, the magic weapon that attracts thunder calamity is an immortal magic weapon. The higher the level of the magic weapon, the greater the thunder calamity it attracts." In the past Liangyi world, the most powerful magic weapon belonged to the eighth stage of divine light. Immortal magical artifacts did not exist at all in his knowledge, but Uncle Mo Yi knew very well that just because he had not seen them did not mean that they did not exist. As far as those ancient hidden sects were concerned, there were countless artifacts.
Regarding Uncle Mo Yi's idea that "hidden sects have so many artifacts," the four major hidden sects just laughed.
"Actually, my main focus at Longhu Mountain is the Tao of Alchemy. I only know a little bit about refining weapons and so on. If you need it, you can ask Wen Qiao for more advice." Without further words, Uncle Mo Yi greeted Quan Yao and said, "First of all, Regardless of this, apprentice, come on, master will teach you how to get in, look..."
Uncle Mo Yi made a hand gesture, and the next moment his whole body turned into a thin stream of light and melted into the screen.
Quanyao was surprised and looked at the screen attentively, and finally found Uncle Mo Yi's figure on the nine-story stone tower on the screen.
"Master, master..."
Quan Yao greeted happily.
But soon, the small figure on the stone tower enlarged, and Uncle Mo Yi's figure appeared outside the screen.
"Master, master, how did you do this?"
Quan Yao looked at Uncle Mo Yi who appeared with burning eyes, feeling in her heart that this thing was much more fun than cultivating spiritual power.
"Come, look at my gestures..."
Uncle Mo Yi taught Quan Yao the kneading technique, and Quan Yao followed him. After a few times, Quan Yao had a vague feeling. After about the 15th time, Quan Yao finally learned it. After one move, Quan Yao entered a strange world. world.
Peach trees were all over the mountains and fields, and their pink petals were flying in a dream-like way. Quan Yao unconsciously started to run. As she ran, she moved the petals with her, just like the sparkling dust behind the flower fairy.
Uncle Mo Yi entered the world of the painting and looked at Quanyao running happily, standing proudly while stroking his gray beard.
Seeing a novice step by step into the world of cultivators, Uncle Mo Yi felt quite proud.
(End of this chapter)