On the mountainside, amidst lush bamboo groves and a meandering spring, sits a dilapidated house.
Fallen leaves flutter, clear springs flow, and the bamboo forest rustles in the wind, creating a beautiful soundscape of nature.
On the bluestone steps, withered yellow leaves are piled up, and the green vines that spread over them appear exceptionally lush.
Fu Qing's footsteps made a rustling sound, perhaps it was the sound of his footsteps, or perhaps it was his aura, that startled a will in the courtyard.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze caressed my face, and fallen leaves were swept up by the whirlwind, like a fierce dragon awakening from its slumber and slowly stretching its body.
"Smack!"
A golden rainbow struck the dragon, shattering its attack. Mulan withdrew her hand and nodded to Fu Qing, who had turned his head away.
Fu Qing was taken aback. His expression was unnatural, and there was even a hint of fear. But when he saw the limping man in black robes casting a gloating glance at him, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the urge to slap him.
Finally, he went into the courtyard.
The courtyard may seem small, but it is actually quite vast, containing a space from another dimension.
It remains a verdant mountain peak, with Peach Blossom Pool, cascading waterfalls, and beauties bathing in its waters.
Fu Qing knew that this was a skill Zi You excelled at, known as a painting within a painting.
Autumn mountains, peach blossom paradise, beautiful women, waterfalls, rosy clouds, courtyards, etc., are all depicted with a single stroke of ink.
Fu Qing pursed his lips, his green robe fluttered, exuding a scholarly aura. His eyes were weathered, yet revealed a sharp edge.
Then, three clusters of rare and precious light burst forth from the sleeves, intertwining to form a feather robe, pure blue, which coiled around the body.
Secret technique, keeping one's hands clean.
He was skilled in wind magic, and any wind-based magic in his hands was countered by top-quality wind magic treasures.
The Free Wind, a creature born from the Green Sky, is the best of the best, a rare treasure that Zi You ordered to be captured. However, it escaped to the Azure Sky, where military strategy is prevalent, which led Tai Bai to take action, his sword light piercing through the air, chasing after this little bitch, Free Wind.
He took a step forward, like a gentle breeze, without any intention of kindness, hostility, or murder. His figure stepped into the mountainside and saw a palace.
The palace was luxurious and magnificent, as if it were built from pieces of lapis lazuli, crystal clear and radiating a blue glow, nurturing rare treasures gathered from the heavens.
His personal shrine, Qingquetai, was essentially part of this palace.
The Divine Palace, the Azure Phoenix Hall.
Fu Qing looked helpless, then transformed into a streak of rainbow light and flashed into the main hall.
Then, the same scene unfolded again, but this time the number of girls bathing exceeded double digits, the peach blossoms faded, and tender white petals bloomed, creating a pear orchard filled with the fragrance of ripening pear trees.
Under a pear tree, the best spot to peek at girls, there are also several bottles of fine wine.
"It's that drunkard again, he-tui~."
Fu Qing shook his head, his demeanor elegant and his face haughty.
After reluctantly admiring the spring scenery, he casually took a bottle of pear wine and stepped into the end of the third painting.
A ruin, seemingly destroyed by lightning, its entire body charred black, exuding a sinister aura.
However, upon closer inspection, the outline of this palace can still be vaguely seen.
The shrine, haunted by wandering spirits.
Due to a legendary divine spell cast by the Thunder Saint Lord, the Divine Palace collapsed. Although Lord Ziyou repaired it in time and restored the Netherworld Palace, its rank dropped by one level, but it retained its core: the ability to control souls.
Before leaving, Fu Qing gazed at the pear orchard covering the mountainside, and with a heart full of reverence and a sense of incorruptibility, entered the fourth painting amidst the delicate fragrance of the pear blossoms.
The sky was split open with a hideous crack, seeping blood.
The earth, barren soil burying bones, and desolate mountains suddenly appeared before him.
It was still a waterfall, with blood flowing endlessly, entrails floating on the stream, and dozens of pink-clad skeletons wiping their decaying bones with silk scarves.
Perhaps sensing the presence of living beings, they turned slightly, their dry, dirty long hair floating on the blood, revealing a sinister and eerie aura.
Fu Qing gasped, as if a little bluebird had been frightened out of its feathers, and transformed into a two-winged bird, running away at lightning speed.
The pool that nurtures the red-faced skeletons is one of the three pools, the Blood Pool, which stands alongside the Sword Pool and the Wine Pool.
Although not real, in Zi You's writing, the raging sea of blood possesses the wonderful power of being half a legend.
Fu Qing retreated quickly because a group of beautiful skeletons who had climbed ashore were chasing him like mad dogs.
Within this painted world, all powerful individuals who step into it will be subjected to comprehensive suppression.
"Lord Ziyou, it is I, Fu Qing."
Fu Qing sighed, shook off his pursuers, and stepped into the mountainside, where white mist swirled, as if connecting to another world.
Amidst the hazy mist, a fruit tree stands rooted in the blood-soaked, barren soil, and a frail old man...
At this moment, his eyes were closed, his aura was completely suppressed, and he seemed to merge with the surrounding world.
"Lord Ziyou."
Fu Qing bowed respectfully. Although he understood that the old man in front of him was likely the person in the painting and not Zi You's true form, he could at least convey the message.
After the three Holy Lords joined forces to severely suppress the entire organization, Zi You managed to preserve the foundation, but under the effect of the legendary divine magic, she lost her mind.
Upon hearing this, the old man glanced at him, a look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes, which then transformed into a vortex, evolving into a battlefield, where life and death intertwined.
"Lord Ziyou, the true water that the Soul River has nurtured for a hundred years has been retrieved."
Having mastered the art of keeping his hands clean, Fu Qing cautiously raised his head, a few beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, to report on the progress.
But when he saw the old man sometimes acting crazy and sometimes senile, his eyes reddened and a bitter feeling welled up inside him.
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