In the white mist, the boat swayed gently.
"Let's swing the oars and let the boat push away the waves..." Lin Yi couldn't help humming.
Jiang Qinghe, who was rowing the oars, stared and said, "Master Lin, what kind of song are you playing?"
It sounds catchy!
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, "I made it up."
Jiang Qinghe was filled with admiration and said with emotion: "As expected of Master Lin, not to mention poetry and articles, this folk art is also easy to learn. It seems that the rumors are right..."
He smiled.
Lin Yi wondered: "What are the rumors?"
Jiang Qinghe was stunned, then looked to his left and said, "It's just...that, haha..."
"Did not say?"
Lin Yi did not expect that Jiang Qinghe was playing tricks on him and pointed at Jiang Qinghe. Just when he was about to say something, the latter was shocked and said quickly: "Tell me, let me tell you, it is said in the capital that Master Lin, you conquer with ventriloquism." Miss Ningxiang’s…”
"Ventriloquism? Nonsense!"
Lin Yi looked sulky. Miss Ningxiang's whereabouts were unknown, and there were people who were slandering her and himself.
Some people are really bad.
Jiang Qinghe said doubtfully: "I think they are right. Master Lin, your achievements in folk art are no worse than others. Whoever sings and arranges music well, we all say he has good ventriloquism."
"Master Lin, you must not be thinking wrongly..."
Jiang Qinghe seemed to have thought of something, his eyes gradually widened, and his expression gradually turned into a playful smile.
Snapped!
Lin Yi picked up the paddle and hit Jiang Qinghe on the head. The latter touched his head: "Hey hey hey..."
Lin Yi ignored him and looked at the vast white area. When he explored it with his spiritual consciousness, he found that there was a huge resistance.
"Something's wrong!" Lin Yi frowned.
"I was wrong, Master Lin..." Jiang Qinghe thought Lin Yi was angry and quickly admitted his mistake.
But Lin Yi glanced at him sideways and said, "It has nothing to do with you, but something is wrong with the lake, or maybe there is something wrong with the whole world..."
"Something's wrong?"
Jiang Qinghe looked around suspiciously, probed out with his spiritual sense, and said, "There's nothing wrong with it. Isn't this the formation arranged by the Xia family? I've visited with my father before, and after passing this lake... we're here!"
"Yeah?"
Lin Yi always felt that all this was not something he took seriously, as his soul could not sense the existence of the spiritual realm.
This place seems to be a world of its own. What formation is so awesome?
As soon as the words fell, Lin Yishen left the body and continued to climb upwards, and soon hit an invisible wall.
The mysterious and complex words and lines can be vaguely seen.
"This is not a formation. The formation cannot block the communication between the soul and the spiritual realm. It is more like...being in a painting!"
Lin Yi thought like this in his heart, and his soul returned to his body.
"Master Lin, has your soul left your body?" Jiang Qinghe asked.
"kindness!"
Lin Yi nodded slightly and said, "Can you sense the existence of the spiritual realm?"
"What's the point of sensing that there's nothing wrong? I'm not making any progress in my cultivation right now. There's no need to temper my soul. If something unexpected happens, wouldn't it be a shame?"
Jiang Qinghe considers himself to be a stable person. With his identity as the young master of the Jiang family, he has finally reached the fourth level of cultivation, which is about the same in this life.
There is no need to venture into the spiritual realm. I heard that some mysterious bosses like to catch young souls like them to improve themselves.
Lin Yi said with a dark face: "I won't let you in. You need to sense it first!"
"oh!"
Jiang Qinghe responded, and his soul immediately sensed it, and his expression gradually changed, as if he was racking his brains.
I thought it was constipation again...
Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Yi with a surprised look on his face, saying: "Master Lin, something is really wrong. Even if the formation is isolated, the spirit realm should be sensed, but it can't be done here. It's a bit like... A bit like……"
He frowned, as if he couldn't remember what it looked like for a moment.
"like what?"
Lin Yi stared at Jiang Qinghe and said, "Does it look like in the painting?"
Buzz!
"Yep!"
Jiang Qinghe woke up instantly. He nodded and said: "It's like the soul entering the painting. The life-saving calligraphy treasure my father left for me is a ray of his soul inside. This soul cannot sense the spiritual realm. Otherwise... wouldn't he have escaped?"
Jiang Qinghe said confusedly: "Before we started co-writing, the Xia family that my father and I went to was actually in the painting?"
"No way, we are descendants of the Painting Saint!"
Jiang Qinghe's face turned green, and then he said righteously and sternly: "This Xia family is so outrageous that they even stole the sacred paintings of my painter!"
Lin Yi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Drink the water from this lake and see..."
"oh!"
Jiang Qinghe didn't think much. He scooped up the water and took a few sips, then kept vomiting.
I almost vomited my stomach water.
"Master Lin, this is not lake water, this is ink..."
Jiang Qinghe felt even more uncomfortable and said with emotion: "This scroll is simply a miracle. I even wonder if it was made by my ancestors. Unknowingly, two of us, the fourth-grade gentleman, entered it without knowing it. Not to mention...strong!"
Lin Yidao: "Maybe it really wasn't made by your ancestors of the Jiang family..."
Lin has also seen the ancestors of the Jiang family, and it is unlikely that he has such ability.
"All right!"
Jiang Qinghe sighed, feeling a little sour inexplicably. After adjusting his condition, he asked: "Master Lin, what should we do now?"
"There is no need to go to the Xia family, just stay here in the middle of the lake. Presumably... they are watching us!" Lin Yi was not very optimistic either.
This scroll transcends the traditional calligraphy treasure, and may be... the legendary heaven-level calligraphy treasure.
Of course, if he really breaks through regardless of the consequences, Lin Yi is also a little sure.
But there is no way to determine whether it will damage this calligraphy treasure.
"Xia, you old thief, return the calligraphy treasure to my Jiang family, saying it belongs to your eighth generation ancestor!"
Jiang Qinghe stood up suddenly and cursed at the sky.
Rumble~
Immediately, the entire world in the painting shook violently, and suddenly the sky darkened and lightning flashed.
"Grandpa Xia, you are wrong, this junior is wrong, don't, don't!"
Of course Jiang Qinghe knew what was going on and was instantly frightened.
But as soon as he said these words, the clouds suddenly dispersed, the sky and the earth cleared up, and even the fog was blown away.
Among the mountains in the distance, peaks on the water come into view.
“Guilin’s landscape is the best in the world?”
After Lin Yi saw the scene in front of him clearly, he was stunned. It reminded him of the scenery of visiting a certain western old man in his previous life.
It's like a real landscape painting.
"I'm a guest here. I made a joke with little friend Lin Yi. Please don't take it off...come to the shore!"
With the sound of an old voice, the boat suddenly seemed to have an engine and flew towards the ferry shore like an arrow.
"Quick, so fast!"
Jiang Qinghe turned over and exclaimed, "It's a pity that the holy beast didn't come to experience it, otherwise it would definitely not let me give him eight legs!"
Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his hands, standing on the bow of the boat, his body seemed to be nailed to the bow, and his expression was extremely calm in the rapids.
at the same time.
Outside the scroll, an old man with a white beard exclaimed: "I have to say that Prince Dayan's insight is amazing. He can see falsehoods at a glance, and with this kind of mind, no one in the Xia family can match it..."
After the words fell, his spirit entered the scroll and stood at the ferry on the shore, quietly waiting for Lin Yi and Jiang Qinghe's boat to come over.
He gently stroked his beard and smiled.
