Seven hundred years ago, after the demon-slaying event.
It was another night, outside Gusu City, a figure was speeding through the night.
The stars and moon above the head were dim, and it was vaguely visible that the running man was a slightly bookish young man. He was wearing a large and ink-stained robe, and there were several scrolls stuffed in the cloth bag on his back.
Zhang Sengyao looked solemn and anxious, holding the letter from Hongyan in his hand.
When he arrived at an open space in the middle of a bamboo forest, he stopped suddenly.
He took a deep look at his close friend who was waiting in front, half hidden in the darkness, and his nose suddenly felt sore:
"you made it."
Li Yang opened his eyes. He was dressed in black, his face was pale under the bamboo hat, and the bandaged wounds on his body exuded a faint smell of blood.
Hearing this, he replied with a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, I succeeded."
The news that the son of the head of the Xihai Sect was ambushed and died not long ago shocked the entire Taoist Alliance and caused an uproar in the spiritual world.
It is particularly sensitive at this time when the human and demon clans are competing against each other.
The Taoist League issued a wanted order, claiming that Li Yang had colluded with the demon clan, and everyone with lofty ideals in the world could kill him.
Zhang Sengyao sighed softly: "Now you have been slapped on the pillar of shame, and it may be difficult to escape in this life and the future. There is no place for you in the entire human race. Is it really worth it?"
Li Yang seemed to smile, and his voice was a little weak: "I haven't considered that."
After a pause, he seemed to be thinking, or talking to himself:
"Actually, when I got to this point, I didn't just avenge my family. Well, in fact... although that family has been kind to me as a skin, my feelings for the family are not very deep. When I kill After the death of the enemies who had directly taken action and indirectly ordered the death of those enemies, the debt of childbirth and support had been wiped out, and from then on, the two were inseparable from each other...
"Oh, do these words sound cold? But they are what I say from my heart, because I lacked feelings for the world in the first half of my life.
"But after I traveled around the world with you and Huayang, saw all kinds of things in the world, and experienced more, I found that I gradually integrated into this world and became a 'native' rather than a 'passer-by'. From that moment on, the world and I shared the same fate.
"You and I both know that the Xihai Faction has problems, but its power is huge and intricate. But you and I are soft-spoken. If we let that person go, many innocent people will soon die in this war between the two races...
"I don't like war, I really don't like it, and I especially don't like being invaded by another group of people."
Zhang Sengyao interrupted him and said angrily:
"So you chose to kill him? And pay such a high price? Is it useful? And... at this time, you are still in the mood to say weird things and use words that I don't understand."
Li Yang laughed and said:
"I don't know how useful it is, but we have to do something within our power. Only in this way can our journey in this world be worthwhile."
Zhang Sengyao said angrily:
"You know that I have never liked these big principles. The disputes in the rivers and lakes have nothing to do with me. I just want to paint all over the mountains and rivers, and get together in the boat with a few friends."
As he spoke, he said sadly:
"The world is for those ambitious people to fight for. Why don't you and I drink and paint by sitting around the fire reading?"
Li Yang sighed deeply and said:
"Don't you understand? In this world of great strife, no one can survive alone. Even painting can't save the world."
Zhang Sengyao said coldly: "I can't help you. What are your plans in the future?"
Like a magic trick, Li Yang took out a mahogany box and threw it to him:
"The people who are chasing me are still behind me. Just say goodbye and save yourself trouble. If I die one day, please help me return this box to Huayang and say..."
After a pause, Li Yang laughed to himself, turned around and walked into this not-gentle night:
"Forget it, there's nothing to say."
Zhang Sengyao stood there for a long time holding the wooden box.
Suddenly, I saw fire reflected in the distant mountains, and the sound of fierce fighting gradually faded away.
the next day.
Zhang Sengyao carried the bulging cloth bag on his back and returned to the Molin in low spirits to escape the world.
He hides in the back hill all day long drinking and painting, and the fighting and fighting in the outside world seems to have nothing to do with him.
The small ink forest has become a paradise in the whirlpool of troubled times.
It wasn't until a hundred years later that the demon clan's coalition attacked the gate of Molin Mountain. The overwhelming demons blocked the sun, and a famous painter and musician died tragically.
Zhang Sengyao, who was living in a state of confusion, woke up from a dream and faced enemies all over the mountains and plains, tearing apart all the pictures accumulated over hundreds of years in one fell swoop.
On that day, gods and Buddhas all over the sky descended into the world. Zhang Sengyao went into seclusion for hundreds of years and entered the realm of divine treasures, killing 130,000 demons.
It shocked half the world and crowned him a painting saint.
Afterwards, he led thousands of Mo Lin disciples to join the battle at Jieshan. To show his determination, he burned the fragments of the painting in public, saying:
"Painting cannot save the world."
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The second floor of Dark Fragrance Tea House.
Gao Mingjing's expression changed, and his eyes pierced with a compelling light: "What did you say?"
Ji Ping'an looked calm. He used silk cloth to absorb the water stains from the washed brush and said:
"Is this the first sentence of Mo Lin's "Dan Qing Miao Bi Lu"? Legend has it that it was left by the painting sage, but there is another saying that it was said by Master Li Yang, I don't know whether it is true or not."
Of course Gao Mingjing knew this allusion.
It is not a secret in the world of spiritual practice, but it cannot be mastered by ordinary people or ordinary practitioners.
Knowledge and information barriers exist in any era.
Although he guessed that the young man in front of him would not have a simple family, the other person's casual allusion to Mo Lin still surprised him.
At this time, the teahouse waiter came over with a smile and a tray: "Mr. Ji, eat what you want."
He seemed particularly respectful to this young man who had a good temperament and good conversation and attracted many customers to the teahouse.
Gao Mingjing instantly caught the surname "Ji", connected the clues in his mind, and suddenly understood something, with a complicated tone:
"It turns out that you are Ji Ping'an."
Ji Ping'an smiled politely.
No wonder... at such a young age, he has a calm demeanor, is knowledgeable, and is familiar with allusions to spiritual practice... He even refused his invitation to become a disciple without hesitation.
If he were the senior disciple of Qin Tian Jian Mu Yuan, everything could be explained.
Gao Mingjing let out a long breath and regained his calm expression. There was some regret in his eyes, but he still refused to give up and said:
"Qin Tian Jian was created by the Imperial Master, but I, Mo Lin, also have the inheritance of painting saints. If you want to join my sect, I, Mo Lin, will give you what Qin Tian Jian can give you, and I can still give you what it can't give. "
This guy... actually didn't give up... Mu Yaoyao, who was sitting next to him, opened his eyes wide and angrily wanted to say no to Ji Ping'an.
But someone beat her to it.
"How come Mr. Gao is interested in abducting our people? A big reward is coming in the city of God. Is this also the method of your sect?"
The person who came was wearing casual clothes, with a handsome face, sunken eye sockets, and a lot of vicissitudes of life.
I didn't know when I arrived, so I calmly sat down on the last chair.
Qin Tianjianhou, Li Guofeng!
The cake Mu Yaoyao just picked up fell again, and Gululu rolled on the ground. She was a little confused as to why these big shots came one after another after making an appointment.
We are clearly lying flat on our backs...
Although they were not in the same department, the girl was still nervous and nervous. She felt as if she was skipping school to play games in an Internet cafe and was caught by the dean. She stammered:
"Li Li……"
Li Guofeng glanced at her, saw her slightly bulging belly, and frowned:
"I am here to inspect each team, and you are the last one."
Gao Mingjing smiled and said: "The prisoner is joking, I just can't bear to have the raw jade buried."
Li Guofeng's tone was cold:
"Ji Ping'an is the innate wood element, and he is a natural match with the star official path. Mr. Gao accepted it with good intentions. As for the resources and benefits, our Imperial Heavenly Prison is backed by the imperial court, which is only higher than Mo Lin."
Gao Mingjing looked at Ji Ping'an and said with deep meaning:
"I have also heard about the conflict between the five academies of your sect, and I heard that the quarrel is not pleasant. No matter how many benefits there are, the five academies should divide it... Hehe, I, Mo Lin, are all united, and Gao is the leader of the clan. With you, He is wise enough to weigh the pros and cons."
Li Guofeng's forehead was throbbing with veins and he looked at Ji Pingan:
"I, the Heavenly Supervisor, never treat geniuses unfairly, let alone Mo Lin who is good at painting cakes. I can promise that no matter how you perform in Muyuan during this experience, you will be rewarded much more."
For a moment, the two of them started to fight with each other.
Mu Yaoyao had a dull look on her face and couldn't help but look at someone. However, she saw that Ji Ping'an's expression was as usual and he didn't pay attention to the bickering between the two monks sitting in the well.
The end.
Gao Mingjing shook his head and sighed, quite disappointed, stood up and said:
"Having said this, Ji Xiaoyou can look back and think that Gao's promise is always valid."
Li Guofeng looked unswerving:
"Mr. Gao should pay more attention to Mo Lin's family affairs. I heard from Honglu Temple that Mo Lin's disciples will arrive in two days. But if you arrive early, you may not be able to stay until the end."
Gao Mingjing said with a smile: "Now I won't bother the prisoner to care about you. Gao will take his leave."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and left gracefully, leaving only Li Guofeng with a serious look on his face. With his eyesight, he has already seen that there will be a big reward in the city of gods this year, and Mo Lin's group may be well prepared.
This is definitely not a good thing for Qin Tianjian.
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ps: Thanks to the boss for the reward of 200,000 points today! ! I wish you can wake up naturally from sleep and drink yogurt without getting wet!
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