The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

Of course, the bigger the scene, the higher the difficulty.

within the array.

Li Heng opened his eyes, holding the jade pattern pen in his hand, his aura changed suddenly.

shuh…

The rice paper flew up from the desk, suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Li Heng tapped his toes lightly, and his body flew up. With the brush in his hand, he made the first stroke on the upper left corner of the rice paper.

With a few strokes, a slender woman holding a paper umbrella appeared in the painting.

The woman carried the wooden box and placed the tribute inside in front of a tombstone.

The light in the eyes is desolate.

Soon, the woman finished painting.

Hou Tinghua stared at the woman, and after only a few glances, his consciousness fell into the picture scroll.

The surrounding scenery seemed to have disappeared, and only the woman remained in front of her eyes.

The woman's demeanor was vivid in his eyes, especially her delicate movements and sad eyes.

Let him, a bystander, seem to have experienced the woman's sadness, and his mood became depressed...

It was like a big rock was blocked in his chest.

"How can there be such a desolate thing in the world..."

"If I were next to this woman, I would definitely wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes..."

"Hold her in your arms, soothe the sadness in your heart..."

Hou Tinghua had absolutely no wrong thoughts, but felt that the woman was very pitiful, and couldn't bear to just watch it like this.

"and many more…"

His body trembled suddenly, and he suddenly realized that this was just a woman in the painting.

I feel sad for a woman in the painting.

This is definitely a painter, perfectly showing the woman's affectionate voice, appearance and sadness.

Just this one hand, only a great painter who has studied painting for hundreds of years can do it.

And Li Heng is only eight years old, so it is really rare to be able to draw this girl like this.

Hou Tinghua looked at the huge rice paper. The woman in the painting is only an inch in size, occupying only one ten-thousandth of the space in a painting.

There will definitely be more people and scenery appearing in the painting in the future.

How could Li Heng draw all the scenes to this level?

It can only be said that a good start has been made now, and every next stroke, every painting will determine the height that this painting can achieve.

After the woman finished sketching, she drew a blue phantom behind the worshiping stone tablet.

Judging from his appearance, he was an old man, looking at the woman with deep concern in his eyes.

Hou Tinghua stared at Xuying, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"It's a ghost..."

"It looks like it should be the woman's dead father..."

hum…

His body trembled, and he felt the emotion from Yinhun.

Sadness, desolation, hope, concern...

All the emotions add up to paint a picture of a kind father who loves his daughter deeply.

After Hou Tinghua felt these emotions, he also felt pity for the dead man.

He even had a mind to help take care of that woman for the father.

hum…

His body trembled again, and his consciousness returned to reality.

"This..." Hou Tinghua's eyes were full of surprise.

"Li Heng actually drew the soul so beautifully!"

"All emotions can be portrayed just right..."

"Let me feel a dead person's expectation, care, and love for his daughter..."

Among the painters, very few people paint ghosts.

Even if it is a painting, it is usually a kind of ghost, wanting to eat people, or making trouble.

It is rare for Li Heng to express such a sad mood.

Chapter 191

Simple strokes outline a woman and the ghost in the tomb.

Li Heng changed a brush, dipped it in light green ink, and slid it casually on the paper.

A spiritual river emerges in the painting.

After drawing the outline of the long river, follow the small river to draw a picture of a southern water town.

Vendors hawking...

Children who steal tribute...

The widow weeping in secret...

The old woman in the orphanage...

A personal figure is drawn vividly and endowed with spirituality...

In this way, there are more and more characters and scenery in the painting.

one hundred…

five hundred…

one thousand…

From dawn to sunset, Hou Tinghua stood outside, watching Li Heng's painting motionless.

Every time a character is drawn, the consciousness enters the painting, and the artistic conception in the painting is felt.

At this moment, he felt that his brain was about to burst.

"A thousand characters..."

"Every character has his own soul and story..."

"How on earth did he do it?"

The most frightening thing is that each of these thousand people has different postures, emotions, and artistic conceptions.

Feeling the artistic conception in the painting is like experiencing the lives of a thousand people.

Is this something an eight-year-old can draw?

Even a [-]-year-old empress can't do it!

In addition to the characters in the painting, there are thousands of ghosts hiding in dark corners.

It is also wonderful and beautiful, showing different emotions.

Some mourn and cry...

Some remorse and regret...

Some entangle and kill their enemies...

The various states of the world are fully displayed in the painting.

Standing by the side, Li Chenxi felt a turmoil in her heart after watching this scene.

"How did Li Heng draw these?"

"Could it be that he also has an unusual understanding of everything in the world?"

"Or, in the inheritance of the painting god, there are these things?"

She, a person who has lived for [-] years, has experienced hundreds of generations and seen all kinds of human beings, but she does not have the tip of the iceberg shown in Li Heng's paintings.

Especially those ghosts, the form displayed is very realistic.

Just like a real ghost.

Many onlookers came to the yard.

Seeing Li Heng's ability in painting, these painters lowered their proud heads one after another.

Even some well-known painting masters feel ashamed.

"The artistic conception of Shenzi's painting is too strong!"

"To draw so many characters and ghosts..."

"I am ashamed of myself! These thousands of years have been in vain!"

"Ah... the strength of Shenzi's Dao painting is really extraordinary!"

Before, Li Heng's picture of sword dancing in the grassland just made these people think it was pretty good, not to the point of being ashamed.

Now, this painting has not been truly completed, and the artistic conception experienced from it is already extremely profound.

After another half an hour, the painting finally came to an end.

Li Heng engraved the four characters of "Xianyuan Yimeng" in the lower right corner.

hum...

The picture scroll trembled slightly, and flew to the sky automatically.

Feeling the artistic conception contained in the picture scroll, the stele trembled suddenly, and the colorful light shot straight into the sky, showing a world in the picture on the sky.

This is the rainy southern water town, the Qingming Festival, the scene of the people offering sacrifices to their dead relatives.

hum...

With a slight tremor, the huge picture scroll above the sky moved.

All the characters in the painting come to life, and a sad scene emerges.

At this moment, countless people in the longevity world looked up at the picture scroll.

Everyone, feeling the artistic conception in the painting, fell into a sad mood.

Think of loved ones who have died.

dead friend...

dead old man...

Countless people, emotionally sad, crying bitterly...

Among the mountains, rivers and rivers, there are countless monsters.

Seeing this bleak scene, these monsters also showed sadness.

Even the ferocious dragon and tiger shed tears of sorrow.

Every grass and every tree has spirituality.

Feeling the sad scene in the painting, hundreds of millions of flowers and trees are also sad along with it.

On some tree trunks, sad tears flowed down.

On some blades of grass, cyan teardrops dripped.

The flowers, plants and trees swayed in the wind, making mournful sounds.

woohoo woo...