Lu Ping's eyes lit up at first when he heard this, and then he shook his head and said, "I also doubted that blank painting. After all, that painting is the most special among these eight paintings, but there is nothing there, only blank space, no matter what Nothing I do will change anything.
"I couldn't even feel the passage of time there. It was a very scary feeling, as if I had come to the end of the world. I couldn't even feel the most basic sense of direction, even if there was really something hidden there. We can’t find anything.”
"Maybe someone can find it." Lu Jing said.
"Who?" Lu Ping was startled.
"Calligraphy and painting, or Song Boyan. When I first came here and met calligraphy and painting, he looked like he was looking for something."
"But isn't he in the painting of the mass grave?"
"Yes, so I want to take him to the blank painting and have a look."
"Is this okay?" Lu Ping was shocked. He had never thought that the people in the paintings could leave their paintings. Since he entered this weird world, the people he saw only moved in his own paintings.
"Maybe it's feasible, maybe it's not, but anyway, we don't have any other good ideas now, so let's give it a try."
Lu Jing's idea was the simplest player's thinking. He first determined that the blank scroll was the key to their departure from here, and then used the materials on hand to try to solve the puzzle by changing the arrangement and combination.
Lu Jing had always been curious about what calligraphy and painting were looking for before, so when Lu Ping said that he couldn't find anything in the blank scroll, the first thing he thought of was calligraphy and painting.
Also, when Lu Jing saw the calligraphy and painting for the first time, he always felt that this guy didn't fit in with the scene around him. He was a scholar and an elegant man, and it seemed strange to him to carry a shovel and fight upside down.
So Lu Jing came up with the idea of changing his painting style.
Although Lu Ping found Lu Jing's idea a bit unbelievable, as the latter said, the two of them really couldn't find any other better way now and could only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.
Lu Ping made the decision without spending too much effort. In order to rush for time, the two of them directly used Qinggong and returned to the painting where the calligraphy and painting were as quickly as possible.
When Shuhua saw the latter two people, he had no impression of their behavior. He was so frightened that he dropped the lantern in his hand to the ground. Then he shouted "Ghost" and turned around and ran away.
However, he stumbled and ran less than two steps when he found that the two ghost figures had floated to his side.
One was silent, the other was loud and scary, and then the two ghosts set up calligraphy and paintings on the left and right, and ran in a certain direction.
The next moment, the calligraphy and painting felt like it was soaring in the clouds, and the surrounding scenery was retreating rapidly.
In just a moment, Lu Jing and Lu Ping arrived at the entry point of the next painting.
The two looked at each other, then increased the strength of their hands, clamping the calligraphy and painting firmly in their hands, even causing the latter to feel a bit of pain, and then jumped forward without hesitation.
There was a momentary trance, and when the vision became clear again, Lu Jing and Lu Ping had arrived at the battlefield from the mass grave.
And the most important thing is that the calligraphy and paintings beside them have not been lost, they are still firmly in their hands.
At this time, Shuhua was looking at the small black dot above his head with a horrified expression. At first, he thought it was a flock of birds flying by, but when he saw clearly the things flying in the sky, he was paralyzed with fear.
Obviously not long ago, he thought that the sudden appearance of two figures on the grave opposite was the most terrifying thing in the world, but he did not expect that after less than half a cup of tea, he overturned his previous thoughts.
There is nothing left in Shuhua's mind except capital letters of fear.
However, this did not prevent Lu Jing and Lu Ping from packing him away. It would be better to say that the calligraphy and painting after becoming a slime became more portable. He was completely at the mercy of others and had no legal resistance.
Lu Jing grabbed two iron knives from a soldier, and he and Lu Ping each wielded one. Then Lu Jing took two steps forward. From being almost level with Lu Ping, he became leading the way, leading the way. open circuit.
The iron sword danced into a ball of light and shadow, deflecting most of the incoming arrows, while a small part was blocked by Lu Jing's body.
As for Lu Ping, he was hanging at the back to guard against the cold arrows flying from other directions. His sword did not move much, but he always took action at the critical moment to save the calligraphy and painting from danger.
Although the two of them had never practiced before, they cooperated tacitly, making the mood of calligraphy and painting feel like riding a roller coaster. One moment, they felt that they would definitely die this time, and the next moment, they felt that they could still be saved, and the whole person became like Schrödinger.
After running for a while, Lu Jing in front suddenly let out a sigh, because he noticed that the armies on both sides were moving closer to their direction, and at the same time, the arrow rain around them became denser.
Even Lu Ping was hit by an arrow in the shoulder. Fortunately, the arrow was not poisoned, and as soon as it entered the flesh, Lu Ping noticed it and mobilized his muscles to clamp the arrow in time.
However, the calligraphy and painting were still protected by him unscathed. If it was just Lu Jing's pure guess before, then after discovering the change in the army's formation, both Lu Jing and Lu Ping realized that they might have made the right bet this time.
Because they had never been targeted in this way when they traveled through the battlefield several times before, it was obvious that their move with calligraphy and paintings frightened some people.
And the more it was like this, the harder it was to give up. Thinking of this, Lu Ping became more energetic and carefully watched the flying arrows around him.
Every time he glanced at Lu Jing in front of him from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but feel sincere admiration in his heart.
He didn't expect that just because Lu Jing was so good at internal martial arts, he could reach such a high level even though he was practicing horizontal kung fu. Where did this guy get so much time to practice in his daily life?
It was good that Lu Ping was not distracted, but when he was distracted, he was hit by another arrow. This arrow hit his butt. It didn't hurt much, but it was extremely insulting.
And Lu Ping had no time to reach out and pull it out, so he could only continue to move forward with the arrow. The next owner of the dignified Xiaoyao Villa was no longer as carefree as before, and he looked really embarrassed at the moment.
Fortunately, the entry point for the next painting was not far away, but before Lu Jing and the other three arrived there, a large group of soldiers had already surrounded it.
While Lu Ping was still thinking about countermeasures, he saw that Lu Jing's men had already rushed forward. They did not kill anyone, but used the back of their swords to send people flying one by one, and by the way, they also blocked the rain of arrows falling from the sky.
