Among the Daxia traditional Chinese painting framers, there is a superb skill.
A painting that a master painter can see through the back of the paper can be revealed into three layers, and each layer is an authentic work.
This is what Zhao Wujiang always remembers.
He was so blessed at that time that he thought of using paintings to represent people.
If paintings are like this, are people the same?
What about this world?
In this world, under the curtain of the sky, there are all living beings, and above the curtain of the sky, there is vastness.
It is three floors, and it seems to be much more than three floors.
Skin, flesh and soul, these are the three layers of human beings.
But most of the time, these three layers are combined into one.
When the three layers are peeled off one by one, the invisible soul is revealed, perhaps, this is the true appearance of a person.
Zhao Wujiang's skin was twisted and stained with blood, and his flesh and blood had been stripped away, leaving only a pair of jade-colored bones.
But where did the soul go?
The soul is shattered!
This point has been verified by Clay Bodhisattva.
But Zhao Wujiang has never been Zhao Wujiang, and it has never been just Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang is the only son of sword master Li Chunjun's beloved disciple Zhao Changyuan.
It is the brainchild of two geniuses, Zhao and Yao, who fell in love.
And Zhao Wujiang is an unknown man from Blue Star China.
Be a physical body that contains two souls.
The native soul and body were destroyed and shattered by calculations, but the original real soul was hidden between heaven and earth, overlooking the entire human world that was about to collapse from a strange perspective.
The sky full of cracks is like a disintegrated soul.
Before the secret world was about to be destroyed, it chose Zhao Wujiang.
The one chosen was not Zhao Wujiang, who was born and raised and talented, but this soul who had traveled hundreds of millions of miles to this world.
Wrap flesh and blood with skin, fill bones with flesh and blood, hide and rest the soul with heaven and earth.
Otherwise, why could Zhao Wujiang see the world in pieces when he stepped into the heavenly realm?
Because his soul never rests on this body, but on the whole world.
The way of the world, the boundless avenue, was about to collapse. How could it be possible to simply place a bargaining chip on a mortal body?
Zhao Wujiang saw that the world was in devastation, with broken mountains and rivers, bleeding and floating oars, and thousands of people wailing.
He saw the Clay Bodhisattva Yue Bufan and others fighting for his bones, fighting fiercely. The surging power of cultivation filled the ruins of Kyoto, and the surviving Li people began to flee.
He saw the Taoist sect's divine fortune teller, whose beard was nearly white and rotten, and the wood was about to wither. He was constantly fiddling with the compass, as if he was calculating something.
He saw Xuanyuan Jing and Dugu Mingyue talking to each other, with sadness on their faces.
He wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. Only the cracks in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, as if he was roaring. Only the clouds were stacking more and more, and the lightning arcs kept flashing, as if he was roaring. .
Ni Bodhisattva and others have already grasped Zhao Wujiang's supreme glazed bone tightly. Everyone's eyes are full of anger, and no one is willing to give in.
There is a stalemate.
But only for a while.
Soon they exerted their strength, and a "bang" sound of shattering was heard under the sky. Zhao Wujiang's bones fell apart during the pulling, breaking into one piece after another, and was held in the hands of Ni Bodhisattva and others.
The Clay Bodhisattva roared angrily and held the most in his hand, which was almost the entire upper body bones of Zhao Wujiang, except for his left arm.
He didn't think it was enough and thought that everyone had taken away his treasure, so he began to cultivate without hesitation and attack the others with all his strength.
What Mu Qianqian was holding was Zhao Wujiang's skull. Just as she had thought before, she got a good head, but she was not as happy as she expected.
The Wolf God got his left arm and leg, and he was already satisfied. He quickly withdrew, facing the continuous offensive of the Clay Bodhisattva, he temporarily avoided the edge.
The Moon Goddess of the Western Regions wore a silver-white robe, with a veil covering her cheeks. What she held in her slender hand was only Zhao Wujiang's right leg bone. She did not feel that it was too little, but instead revealed a smile that captivated all living beings under the gauze. One step behind, hidden in the moonlight.
