Chapter 166 I'm Just a Poor Painter [Third update, 10,000 words update]

Bai Yujing's words brought an end to the war in the world.

This shocked many forces in the world. It turned out that Bai Yujing's influence had become so great without anyone noticing.

However, most people did not find it strange.

After all, when Baiyujing replaced the Hundred Schools of Thought and opened up a new era, its influence had already shocked the entire Zhou Dynasty.

All the forces are not stupid, because they are well aware of how powerful Bai Yujing is.

The disciples of Baiyujing are all practitioners. They are not only powerful, but also have many unique methods.

The lord of Baiyujing, Lu Ping'an, is the number one cultivator in the world.

The four princely beings joined forces, but were unable to withstand a few moves from Lu Ping'an. This made the people of the world understand the horror of this suddenly emerging force.

Of course, the world was shocked at Bai Yujing's power.

But new doubts arose.

for example……

Why was the war stopped for three months?

Does three months have any special meaning? Almost all the major forces are trying to guess Bai Yujing's intentions. Perhaps, if they can guess the meaning of three months, some forces may be able to seize the opportunity and take off in one fell swoop.

However.

No one could guess what "three months" meant.

…

Imperial capital.

Book Pavilion.

Kong Xiu sat in a rocking chair. Although he never went out of the house, he was very well aware of the news.

"Master, what does Bai Yujing mean by asking the world to stop fighting for three months? Does three months have any special meaning?"

Mo Tianyu was puzzled.

Kong Xiu looked at the banana trees outside the window and shook his head.

“It’s hard to see through Ping An’s thoughts.”

"At different levels, we look at things from different angles... maybe he sees things or objects that we have never seen."

The national teacher said.

Mo Tianyu seemed to understand, but one thing was certain: even the master who was in charge of the overall situation could not guess it. Bai Yujing's move was indeed incredible to people all over the world.

"If you can't guess, don't guess. Three months later, you will naturally understand the meaning of Ping An's move."

"The war will stop for three months... I'm afraid there will be a lot of turmoil in these three months, and when the three-month period is up, it may be the time to decide the survival of the Great Zhou."

Kong Xiu coughed and said.

…

As the news of the cessation of war in Baiyujing spread, the world truly fell into peace.

There are fewer wars, and forces on all sides are brewing and developing.

Beijun, Wentian Peak of Tailing Mountain.

Tan Tai Xuan sent a small team to break through the Dragon Gate of Wentian Peak.

However, just as they stepped into the range of Longmen, they saw a long green snake sweeping between the mountains, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

A small team was thrown out and completely wiped out.

Tan Tai Xuan's face turned pale. He didn't believe it and sent another team to try to break through the Dragon Gate, but they still couldn't break through it.

When the giant green snake moved, ordinary soldiers couldn't get close and were crushed to pieces.

"Why……"

Tan Tai Xuan's lips were trembling.

Is it really possible that he has no chance of reaching Dragon Gate?

This is the case with the dragon gate on the Buzhou Peak, and it is also the case with the dragon gate on the Wentian Peak in front of us.

When Beijun lost another team.

The blue dragon suddenly appeared, and its terrifying power spread between heaven and earth.

The huge green dragon coiled around Wentian Peak, staring at Tan Tai Xuan with eyes as sharp as a blade.

Tan Tai Xuan had experienced the power of the immortal from Wolong Ridge who destroyed thousands of troops with a single thought, so he had seen a lot of the world and was therefore quite calm.

Watch with the Azure Dragon.

Tan Tai Xuan's guards were already terrified.

Tan Tai Xuan and Qing Long stared at each other for a long time. Qing Long did not kill Tan Tai Xuan. Instead, he turned around and left, guarding Longmen again.

This scene made Tan Tai Xuan slightly stunned.

In the next few days, Tan Tai Xuan kept stepping into Wentian Peak, looking into Qinglong's eyes, and even chatting with Qinglong.

At the beginning, Tan Tai Xuan sent guards, but a few days later, Tan Tai Xuan dismissed the guards and went to Wentian Peak alone to meet Qinglong.

Finally, Qinglong let go of Longmen.

Tan Tai Xuan smiled happily and asked the strong men from Beijun to start trying to break through the Dragon Gate.

At this point, Beijun also successfully began to cultivate practitioners, breaking the curse that there were no practitioners in Beijun.

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

After Lu Fan instructed Lu Dongxuan to issue a secret order, he began to observe the attitudes of all parties.

The result made Lu Fan quite satisfied.

Perhaps, this is the influence of a transcendent force.

Even the various schools of thought before could not stop the war in the world with just a few words.

The war in the world stopped, and all forces began to cultivate practitioners.

The spiritual energy commission Lu Fan obtained was constantly increasing.

Lu Fan is also preparing to start studying the origin of the plane in seclusion and constructing a new secret realm.

Lu Fan is very concerned about the research on the origin of the plane. After all, the research on the origin of the plane involves the upgrade of the world.

Just before Lu Fan was about to go into seclusion.

Nie Zhangqing found Lu Fan.

He has to travel the world, not only to eliminate monsters, but also to find a way to break through.

Lu Fan did not stop him, but asked him to ask Ni Yu for some Qi Gathering Pills so that he could practice and temper his body on the way.

On the island, Jing Yue stood by the lake, constantly swinging his sword. He couldn't let go of the Jingtian Sword. He swung the sword ten thousand times a day. He used this method to improve his swordsmanship skills.

It is said that this method was told to him by Gongshu Yu, who made the scabbard for him.

Gongshu Yu started making hidden weapons again. Thanks to the "Weapon Refining Notes", his skills in refining hidden weapons were much more powerful than before. It only took him a few days to successfully refine the "Heavy Rain of Pear Blossoms".

This made Gongshu Yu sit on the stone steps holding "Rain of Pear Blossoms" in a daze for the whole day.

Maybe I'm questioning my life.

Ni Yu was researching elixirs. She had obtained the "Notes on Refining Qi Gathering Pills" taught by Lu Fan. Now she had a lot of experience in refining elixirs and began to research new elixir recipes.

After experiencing countless failures and eating the dregs of many failed elixirs, she finally came up with a recipe for a new elixir.

Now, I am worried about this new pill recipe.

Ni Yu, who had entered the path of alchemy and was immersed in it, now felt a little regretful. She found that following the path of alchemy seemed to be more difficult than practicing hard.

Unfortunately, she wanted to quit now, but Lu Fan disagreed.

The world stops the war.

Lu Changkong lived on Beiluo Island and sent many iron-blooded soldiers from Beijun to train in Longmen to become practitioners.

He himself was sitting cross-legged under a large chrysanthemum and practicing.

Soon he reached the peak of Qi Dan and began to impact his body.

On the tenth day after the war ended, Lu Fan announced that he would go into seclusion.

The island in the middle of the lake was filled with a solemn atmosphere. Ning Zhao was standing on the bluestone stairs in front of the Baiyujing Pavilion in a floating white skirt, with a cicada-wing sword in her hand, guarding the Baiyujing Pavilion.

No one can step into it.

…

Imperial capital.

It was a dark and windy night in the royal garden.

Several young eunuchs carried two buckets of raw meat with great effort and arrived at the Jiuzhe Bridge.

"Your Majesty's black dragon has a huge appetite... Yesterday, even a bucket of meat was not enough for it, and it almost destroyed the entire garden."

A young eunuch trembled.

"It's okay. I prepared two buckets of meat today. It should be enough for it to eat its fill."

Another young eunuch comforted him.

"You come to feed it today, I won't... The way the black dragon looked at me yesterday... It was like looking at raw meat in a bucket. I was scared."

The first young eunuch handed the wooden barrel to another young eunuch and said.

The two walked across the nine-fold bridge.

We came to the calm green pond.

Then, a young eunuch rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a piece of raw meat covered in blood.

Thrown into the pool.

Boom! The pool exploded.

A huge head covered with fine black scales shook off countless water mists, opened its mouth and swallowed the raw meat.

The little eunuch who was feeding the dragon trembled a little, and felt a little frightened as he looked at the black dragon with eyes as big as lanterns.

He took another piece of raw meat and threw it into the pool.

The black dragon didn't bother to look at him and swallowed piece of raw meat after piece into its mouth.

The sound of the black dragon chewing raw meat was very clear in the dark and silent night.

Soon, the bucket of meat was finished.

All of this meat was carefully selected by Yuwen Xiu.

The young eunuch began to throw the second bucket of meat.

When the second bucket of meat was finished, the black dragon slowly opened its mouth, and its huge mouth was suspended in front of the young eunuch. A fishy smell gushed out of its mouth, making the young eunuch's face turn pale in an instant.

The look in the Black Dragon's eyes made the young eunuch feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Fortunately, after a while.

With the sound of rushing water, the black dragon slowly dived into the emerald green pond.

The young eunuch subconsciously patted his chest, picked up the empty wooden barrel, turned around, and gave a smug smile to the young eunuch hiding behind the rockery.

Then, he took a step and prepared to leave.

However……

The little eunuch hiding behind the rockery showed a look of fear on his face.

Boom!!! A huge torrent of water surged up.

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The eyes of the little eunuch carrying the wooden barrel suddenly shrank to the size of green beans.

The next moment, I felt a fishy smell coming from the back of my head.

The water rushed onto the Nine-Fold Bridge.

There were only two spinning wooden barrels and bright red blood left on the ground...

There are ripples in the green pool.

The little eunuch hiding behind the rockery was terrified...

He fell to the ground, and a fishy smell flowed from his lower body.

…

South County.

South Jin City.

Sima Qingshan has been living a life in fear these days.

His eyes were red, which was the aftereffect of not getting a good night's sleep for several days.

His nerves were so tense that the villagers even thought Sima Qingshan was sick.

His students came to visit him one after another, but Sima Qingshan simply asked the children to leave quickly.

One day, Sima Qingshan finally plucked up the courage, picked up the paintbrush, and put pen to paper. Soon, a simple picture of "Chicken Pecking Rice" appeared before his eyes.

The chick is painted so lifelike.

Sima Qingshan had already gotten used to it. These days, he painted day and night, but the dead objects in the paintings always looked like living things.

There was a painting of a lady, and the beauty in the painting was actually smiling at him.

While painting a landscape, I can actually hear the sound of flowing water.

In the picture of a chick pecking at rice, the chick inside is actually running happily.

Sima Qingshan felt like he might have seen a ghost, but he took the painted image and went to find a few of his good friends.

But everyone said that his painting skills have improved a lot.

You can sell it and get some silver.

Sima Qingshan was somewhat tempted. During this period of time, he overcame the strangeness of the scroll and tried to sell it for the first time.

He rolled up the scroll and looked at the beauty in the painting of ladies winking at him, and Sima Qingshan shuddered.

He rolled up the painting, put it in a cloth bag, wrapped himself in a blue shirt, left the house, and headed for the market in Nanjin City.

…

Outside the city of Nanjin.

In the dense woods, dark shadows flashed by quickly.

In the darkness, an old face covered with paint suddenly emerged, with cold murderous intent and anger in its eyes.

This is an old priest, a priest of the Chili tribe.

Half a month ago, the news that the young priest was killed reached the Chili tribe, and the entire Chili tribe was immediately furious.

The clan leader was even more furious and said that the people of the Great Zhou could not be trusted.

They needed revenge, they needed to seize the land of the Great Zhou and plunder their food and women.

So they took action.

The death of the young priest successfully aroused the anger of the Chili tribe. Coupled with their covetousness for the prosperous Nanjun, these southern barbarians quietly launched an attack.

On this day, the continuous rain for a month made people drowsy.

The defenders on the city wall of Nanjin were yawning.

suddenly.

An arrow flew out and pierced the defender's shoulder.

The defender's face turned pale and he lost all sleepiness. He pulled out the arrow, but found that the flesh on his shoulder began to fester and he fell stiffly to the ground.

Southern Barbarian Witchcraft! Under the city of Southern Jin.

Dense groups of barbarians rushed over, shouting and killing.

There was a roar of a giant elephant, and a huge wild elephant with a seat tied to it emerged from the dense forest, trampling on the trees, causing the earth to shake.

Roll up a thick wooden stick and hit the city gate.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After repeated collisions, the city gate was finally broken.

The defenders of Nanjin City had already set out, drawing their bows and shooting arrows, and fighting with the barbarians.

The fighting was extremely brutal, with countless soldiers killed or wounded.

However, this time was different from the usual attempts by the barbarians. This time, almost all the barbarians came out in full force.

Almost all of the people under the densely packed city walls were barbarians, who shouted excitedly, revealing great covetousness and hunger for the prosperity behind the city walls.

The gate of Nanjin City was breached.

The general guarding Nanjin City led the army to resist at the front.

He evacuated the civilians in the city and asked a team of soldiers to escort the civilians as they fled to Nanjiang City.

The market was in chaos.

Sima Qingshan hurriedly rolled up the scroll and prepared to escape.

The barbarians from the south invaded the city, which was definitely bad news for the civilians in the city.

These barbarians are brutal and cruel. They rob food, rob women, and do all kinds of evil.

Even more disgusting than those locusts that eat crops.

While fleeing in a hurry, Sima Qingshan was bumped by someone, and the scrolls in his arms fell to the ground, stained with dirty water.

Sima Qingshan originally wanted to leave without caring about the scroll, but when he thought of the strangeness of the scroll, he squatted down and began to pick up the scroll.

In the distance, shouts and screams rang out.

The defenders of Nanjin City fought and retreated.

Sima Qingshan raised his head blankly, watching the crazy barbarians in the distance rushing into the city and fighting with the defenders of Nanjin City.

The defenders of Nanjin City were outnumbered, but they still bravely fought back with swords drawn.

They used their bodies to stop the barbarians.

Sima Qingshan had met the Lord of Nanjin City several times. He was a very kind man on weekdays, but now he was like a mad lion, with blood gushing out, charging among the barbarians.

His body was covered in blood.

When the city lord was hit by a punch from a burly barbarian warrior, fell to the ground, and was pierced by densely packed cold spears, Sima Qingshan felt his heart tremble.

Cold rain dripped down from the sky.

The scrolls on the ground were all wet.

Inexplicably, a powerful energy spread out from his dantian and lower abdomen, spreading around his body.

He raised his hand and pointed his index finger into the air.

Every little raindrop seemed to be controlled by him.

Sima Qingshan's eyes narrowed.

Use your fingers as a pen and rain water as ink to draw swords and spears.

Afterwards, the swords and spears formed by the rain seemed to have become real and moved with his will.

Galloped out.

Phew!

A barbarian soldier was hit by a sword and blood splattered out.

All the defenders of Nanjin City were killed.

Many barbarian soldiers turned their heads and stared at Sima Qingshan, who was pale and had raised trembling fingers, with mad and bloodthirsty looks on their faces.

When a barbarian soldier rushed towards Sima Qingshan, waving his weapon wildly.

The scrolls were scattered all over the floor.

Sima Qingshan looked at the weapon that was chopping off towards his head with a cold look on his face.

Suddenly.

A sharp blade suddenly slashed down.

The barbarian soldier was directly cut in half by the sword energy. In front of Sima Qingshan's eyes, it was like a peeled banana, split into two halves...

A figure in white shirt, with his hands behind his back, walked slowly from a distance and appeared beside Sima Qingshan in the blink of an eye.

The figure in white shirt had a butcher knife on his waist.

With his unshaven beard, he turned his head and glanced at Sima Qingshan.

"You are... a cultivator?"

Sima Qingshan's face was stiff, he shook his head and answered with a dry mouth.

"I...I'm just a...poor painter."

(End of this chapter)