Chapter 450 I'll take back what belongs to me

Inside the shrine, the three people were in deep sorrow.

After a long while, Chu Guanmeng bowed his head and sighed, "Before, I wanted to eat the culprit alive."

Now, all living beings are the culprit.

"The evil demons are endless." Lin Du suddenly spoke, "I used to think that the evil demons were endless, and then I wiped out the demon world with my own hands, but now I find that this sentence is true."

What can't be killed is not the evil demons, but the feelings of all living beings.

All living beings cannot be killed.

The truth is so cruel, human beings are always trying, destroying, and saving.

"Then those of us who kill evil spirits will never be killed." Wei Zhi suddenly said, "The righteous will never be killed either."

Lin Du squatted down, carefully picked up the broken pottery, and put it back on the altar.

Then, she raised her hands to form a seal.

The divine talisman slowly flowed out from her palm, and then turned into a flowing golden divine ring.

The golden light instantly cleared the entire shrine, and the resentment of the three poisons was instantly extinguished by the golden light.

Wei Zhi offered up the demon-subduing pestle, raised his hands to form a seal, and the demon-subduing pestle fell heavily, penetrating the seal of all living things. In an instant, the seal was shattered.

The shrine shook again, the stone slabs collapsed, the earth and wood debris flew, the space twisted and changed, and they returned to the stone road.

Or in other words, it was a stone chamber.

There were many pottery jars and many linens with many scenes painted on them in the stone chamber. In the middle, a bright ball of light was suspended.

Many people were waiting around, but it seemed that no one had successfully obtained the innate spiritual treasure.

Lin Du did not go to get the ball of light in the first place. She held down the restless Fu Sheng Fan and looked at every painting around.

Chu Guanmeng nagging through the contract, "Can you do it? The Fu Sheng Fan can't hold it down anymore."

Lin Du shook her head, "No hurry."

She stood in front of each painting, there were landscapes, people, birds and beasts, gorgeous with ancient simplicity and ancient richness.

"What kind of magic treasure is this? Why can't I touch it? Is it because it has no substance?"

"Is it a divine power?"

"Where in the world can divine power gather in a ball and wait for you to absorb it?" Yixian couldn't help laughing.

Lin Du finally walked to a painting and said, "Found it."

Chu Guanmeng and everyone present were stunned for a moment, "What did you find?"

"What did you find?"

Inheritance? Treasure?

Lin Du raised his hand and said, "Found it, the first painting."

Everyone's ears, which had been quietly raised, relaxed. That was fine...

I thought it was a treasure.

Who knew that in the next moment, Lin Du leaped into the painting.

The pupils of those who witnessed everything were shaking.

"No, there is a mystery in this painting?"

Everyone went to find nearby paintings, and they were indeed swallowed by the painting.

But they were not very lucky. After a while, they rolled and crawled out.

"There are ancient beasts in here. Going in is just for death!"

Someone came out after a long time, looking frightened, and said to his companions happily, "Look! I captured this beast alive!"

Who knew that when he raised the rope to tie up the immortal, it was empty again.

"What the hell... I can't even bring it out." The man was so excited that he walked out angrily.

A weak star god who came a step late shook his head, "A bunch of vulgar people."

He walked forward slowly, "Where do you think this place is? Which ancient god's ruins are these?"

Someone asked, "Does this star god know?"

He nodded, "Of course, there are paintings everywhere along the way, and there are miracles that are painted into illusions. They must be the ancestors of paintings!"

On the other side, Lindu had already landed in a simple field.

The mountains and rivers were clear, the sky was full of rosy clouds, and the sun was not clear in the rainbow light, but the original source of energy was everywhere.

A woman looked at the person who came in, not panicking, and just said, "Do you know who I am?"

Lin Du smiled, "In our later generations, we call you Hua Lei, maybe you were originally called Xi Shou?"

"It is indeed someone from later generations." The woman held a brush that looked a little rough compared to today's brush. She lowered her head and drew a stroke on the turtle shell, but it was not a word, but... a pattern.

Hua Lei lowered her eyes, "So I was named after painting, which is not bad."

"Painting began with Lei, so it is called Hua Lei. This is the record of our later generations." Lin Du recited the ancient language, which was a little clumsy and awkward. [Note 1]

But Hua Lei understood and was very happy. "How did you find the first magical painting I left behind?"

Lin Du replied, "The painting can naturally make people read the heartfelt feelings of wanting to create and record. I saw the painting and was amazed by its magical skills, so I came here to experience it in person."

Hua Lei looked at Lin Du and said, "Since you are a person from the future, if you want to take away my inheritance, you must paint a painting that can move me."

Lin Du nodded, "Please wait a moment."

The moment she picked up the brush, she thought of the days when Feng Yi said that she was clumsy and had only the spirit of a craftsman, and had no intention of painting.

Those authentic paintings that were sent to her and the days when she was ordered to paint the most impressive scenery after going out seemed very far away, but also very close.

Lin Du's paintings have always been mostly mechanical. The techniques and shades of each stroke were all thought out in advance and taught by Feng Yi.

But at this moment, Lin Du was surprisingly assisted by God.

As she wielded her brush and splashed ink, the scene of the entire Wushang Sect overlooking from the top of the peak soon appeared.

Hua Lei watched quietly, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning.

Lin Du has been painting, and this time and space seems to be unchanging. The majestic wind is blowing, the colorful clouds, and the auspicious beasts are flying in the sky. It is clearly alive, but also seems to be still.

The sun will never set, the light will never fade, and the beauty will stay forever.

However, in her paintings, it is as if she saw the scene from day to night during the painting process, until the warm light of the world and the starlight in the sky fell one after another, and the time of this painting was fixed.

The mountains and rivers are connected, and the world is also there.

Until she put down the last stroke, Hua Lei was silent for a long time, and finally raised her hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"I feel it."

Although she could not understand it and had never seen such a world, she felt it.

A person, standing on the highest lonely peak, overlooking the warm colors of the world, under the melting moonlight, the wine is still warm, and people are reunited.

The whole house is happy, and the lonely peak is cold.

There are many emotions in it, relief, happiness, satisfaction, retirement, peace in the world, looking down on the world, and the subtle loneliness and freedom.

People should be so rich.

Hua Lei asked her, "Is this the scene you see when you are saddest?"

Lin Du shook his head, "No, this is my favorite scene."

Hua Lei smiled, "Then I am probably not wrong."

She suddenly felt it, "Someone else handed in the answer sheet, the painting is magnificent, it is more beautiful than I can reach, and the painting skills are better than you."

Lin Du did not regret it, "I am indeed not as good as you."

She was probably not born with this kind of talent for artistic creation.

"But I like your paintings more." Hua Lei said, "You make me feel that only when you hold that pen can you draw a real, beautiful world that people like."

Her eyes were gentle, and her pretty face showed amazing brilliance, "This pen should be yours."

Lin Du asked, "Even if I hold that pen to kill people?"

"Beauty also needs to get rid of ugliness, just like after the brush leaves a mark, we still have to use a chisel to carve out real words and patterns."

"What you can feel is not only the dreamy floating light, but the real world."

Hua Lei said, "Just like, you are also holding the innate spiritual treasure born from my brother Shun, aren't you?"

"This fan chose you, which means you are qualified. Whether it is this pen or this fan, your heart is destined to allow you to own them."

Lin Du lowered his head and looked at the Fu Sheng fan in his palm.

The innate spiritual treasure will change its form according to the heart of its owner.

In Shun's place, in order to seek the help of a wise man, it was the Five Bright Fan. It fell into Lin Du's hands and became the Floating Life Fan, which was cold and dark when not in use, but brilliant when in use. [Note 2]

The senior in the bookstore once saw at a glance that this fan was a heavenly innate spiritual treasure, but at that time it could only exert half of its ability.

The other half, she learned when she signed the contract, was the companion spirit, the Dream Pen.

It turned out that this was something that belonged to the brother and sister.

The moment Lin Du agreed, he was already back in the stone chamber.

The ball of precious light directly sank into Lin Du's body, and the Floating Life Fan unceremoniously forced out Lin Du's blood. In an instant, the Dream Pen appeared in Lin Du's hand, and after the contract, the information also flooded into Lin Du's consciousness.

The innate spiritual treasure Dream Pen can use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as ink, and can draw a fantasy world with a wave of the hand, just like the real world.

If the pen holder's consciousness is strong enough, the beast in the painting can also be simulated into reality.

And for Lin Du, a formation cultivator, there is another wonderful use.

What will happen when it is combined with the Fu Sheng Fan is still waiting for Lin Du to test and explore one by one. At least... She must first accept and digest the inheritance of Hua Lei, and then find the person who gave birth to the Fu Sheng Fan.

When she came to her senses, she found that everyone in the stone room was staring at her, eyeing her covetously.

Lin Du subconsciously turned the pen and looked down at the fairies in front of her, "No, I'm here to take back what originally belongs to me, don't look at me like that?"

Without waiting for everyone to react to the meaning behind it, she raised her hand to inject spiritual power into the dream pen, and drew the scene of the stone pillars in the air. With her other hand, she grabbed Wei Zhi, who was wandering around and studying, and ran away.

The white-haired ball clung to Wei Zhi's shoulders tightly, "No!!! Can you two notify me in advance every time you speed up! I will really lose hair!!!"

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Note 1: "Shuowen Jiezi", "Hua Lei, Shun's sister. Painting began with Lei, so it is called Hua Lei." "Hua Lei, Shun's sister." "Hai Shi Hui Yao", "Hai Lei, Shun's sister." "Han Shu·Gu Jin Ren Wu Biao" also has a record: Xie Shou Shun's sister, Hua Lei is Xie Shou, also known as Lei.

Although there are many different opinions about the ancestor of painting, some people believe that the ancestor of painting is Hua Lei. Unfortunately, because it was in ancient times and she was a woman, there is not much historical data to verify it.

Note 2: Cui Bao of the Jin Dynasty wrote in "Ancient and Modern Notes·Yufu", "The five-light fan was made by Shun. After receiving Yao Chan's broadening of vision and hearing, he sought wise men to assist him, so he made the five-light fan."

Another note: The earliest brush can be traced back to 20,000 years ago, used to apply cinnabar and draw patterns. There is a saying that there are traces of using a brush (or similar objects) to lay the foundation before carving oracle bone inscriptions.

All the characters quoted in this article, including Hou Tu in the previous article, have been artistically processed. Please do not study or associate them with other system content. Listen to me here (not).