Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Commanding animals to be painted is a common application of the art of painting. Although Yan Fang did not get started in this art in the past few years, it was not difficult for him to conceive of it and thus master it.

But the final method of restraining Chi was the most famous one.

Use the creation of heaven and earth to perform the law, and use the state of mind to be colored by heaven and earth.

This is the essence of painting. Although Yan Fang did not have the corresponding inheritance, he realized this truth under the cloud step state and the effect of the mortal world dream. In constructing his state of mind, he borrowed the ability of the mortal world silk to communicate with the heaven and earth as a medium for Yan Fang to communicate with Youxiong's heaven and earth.

The magic of the cloud-step state has been mentioned in the previous article and will not be repeated here.

The inheritance of the Red Dust Dreamland is a secret treasure of the human race. The Red Dust Silk, the source of the Red Dust, was made by a powerful human being to imitate the Three Thousand Red Dusts. It is said that there is a close connection between the two that is unknown to ordinary people.

Who are the great powers of the human race? The elder brother of the saint Nuwa, the innate god Fuxi who was once one of the demon kings of the demon race, Shenong, the saintly emperor of the human race, and the first batch of human ancestors created by Nuwa who were the same batch as Xuandu, and the few who were not scattered and taken away by other great powers for research... It is said that this red dust thread is also related to the three thousand red dusts.

Who created the three thousand red dusts, red clouds!

In the eyes of readers of online novels in later generations, Hong Yun is naturally just a younger brother among the many powerful beings in the prehistoric world, and he is the kind of secondary supporting character that one has to worry about for at least a hundred chapters after traveling through time.

However, the label on him is also remarkable in the eyes of Yan Fang, who is still struggling among mortals. He is innately sacred, in the Daluo realm, a guest of Zixiao Palace, and has obtained the Hongmeng purple energy. He has the potential to become a saint.

In this way, it is not considered a serious cheat for Yan Fang to comprehend such a powerful move at such a low level.

Today, Yan Fang is using this to infect the heaven and earth to restrain Chi. This is also his first attempt.

This is a magic technique, and also the prototype of the magical power of painting. It is Yan Fang’s current ultimate move, and it can only be used in the Youxiong tribe.

However, this powerful move also has its price. He used 70% of the remaining Moon Dew yesterday to convert spiritual power, and the spiritual pen he just made yesterday was also scrapped due to excessive output, which is equivalent to burning nearly fifty Moon Dew in a short moment.

If he had not been in the Youxiong tribe, with the support of the vitality of heaven and earth, and if he had not mastered the power of the Taiyin Moonlight, which reduced a lot of waste, his consumption would have been hundreds or thousands of times higher. You know, a large and vibrant tribe like Youxiong only produces a few hundred Moon Dew Drops a year.

Just like that, when Chi suddenly attacked and then suddenly stopped, in order to save money, Yan Fang also gave up the art of painting.

"You're pretty good, do you want to come over to my place?"

After Yan Fang put away his magic, Chi's eyes brightened a little more, and he looked at Yan Fang with more eagerness.

"No, I don't belong to anyone, at least not yet."

Yan Fang refused outright. He had not forgotten how Chi had attacked him before. If he had not reacted in time, he would have become a fool.

It would be hypocritical to say that I am not angry. When have I ever been treated like this in my previous life as a human being? If it were in the future, I would have to claim compensation for mental damages, but on the other hand, the situation is stronger than the person, and there are several pairs of eyes watching here.

The battle was so loud that it was hard for others not to notice it. Fortunately, Yan Fang was thick-skinned.

On the other hand, after Yan Fangxin entered the world, he could feel the blood in Chi's body as hot as lava. The enormous power contained in that body was not easy for him to restrain, unless he consumed his essence and blood, and then Xuan Neng could help him behead him.

If Xuan is a scheming person, when Chi is tied up and Chi and his subordinates have no time to react, he can kill Chi with a knife in time, then no matter how strong Chi is, it will be useless. In this way, no one can compete with him for the position of leader.

Unfortunately, Xuan is not like that, and he is the kind of person who values ​​feelings very much. Chi happens to be someone he cares about. There must be a story behind these two brothers.

In short, Xuan at this period is absolutely unreliable. It is better to rely on yourself than on him. What happened today is also proof of this. If it weren't for the significant improvement last night, Yan Fang would probably have become a moron by now.

"Oh, I'll be waiting for you. The battle wisdom and calmness you've shown are worth waiting for."

Chi had already firmly memorized Yan Fang's multiple plans for today. Such clever coordination made him, a man who liked to be straightforward, quite impressed.

He didn't know that Yan Fang only obtained the corresponding information about the ferocious beast yesterday and was able to skillfully apply it today with the experience he gained from playing games in his previous life, otherwise it would have been even more surprising.

Then, Chi threw the big knife behind him into the raging fire, leaving a sentence: "Uncle Jin, the same as always."

He left with his little brothers, and they came and went in a violent manner, but he no longer paid attention to Xuan.

Chi is the tribe's top seed player and also the captain, so he naturally has a lot of assets. Therefore, Chi's weapons were prepared in early years. He came here just to repair one or two. As for the young man with wolf-marked face, they were just chatting just now.

As soon as they left, Yan Fang and Xuan Jun were left looking at each other in silence. Both felt puzzled and didn't want to say anything else.

After Xuan quickly explained the requirements of the weapons to the craftsman Uncle Jin and agreed on a time to pick up the goods, the two of them left the weapon shop.

"Yan Fang, I've let you down again this time."

After walking out of the weapon shop, Xuan immediately apologized to Yan Fang with a somewhat gloomy look. Yan Fang was a guest in his home and also the friend he wanted to make at first sight. He didn't expect such a thing to happen under his nose.

This is the second time!

"This was also an accident. You didn't expect him to suddenly attack, right?"

After gaining a certain amount of strength, Yan Fang finally let things go. As a man, his life is his own, so how can he always rely on others?

He also realized that the reason why he had been dissatisfied before was because his requirements for the future "Holy Emperor" were perhaps too high and too idealistic.

In fact, Xuan treats his friends, especially those he has only known for a few days, with great care and dedication. There is nothing wrong with him in every aspect, which allows Yan Fang, a stranger, to integrate smoothly.

Besides, it is normal for all kinds of accidents to happen around the destined protagonist and the time traveler. In the stories Yan Fang has read, there are even more contradictory and embarrassing things. It is also common for a person's entire family to be wiped out while his enemies can live happily together.

However, not long after walking, Xuan met someone he knew in a relatively remote location.

This time it was a young woman with a haggard face, wearing a simple linen dress that had been washed countless times and turned white.

Seeing that she seemed to have something to say to Xuan, Yan Fang took the initiative to step aside, leaving space for the two of them to talk.

He saw the two of them deliberately walking into the deserted alley and thought they would chat for a long time, but he didn't expect them to leave after a while.

"Who is this?"

When Xuan came back, Yan Fang immediately became curious. As a painter, he could tell at a glance that the woman must have been married and had children. He wondered if Xuan had the same hobbies as Boss Cao.

"It's Uncle Xuan's ex-wife. She asked me to inquire about Uncle Xuan's situation."

Xuan sighed as he spoke.

It turned out that after Feng Xuan and his daughter became ill and alienated one after another, his wife took the initiative to file for divorce. She used her own savings and some of her mother's family's savings to take away the city house and herbal medicine shop that Feng Xuan and his father had worked hard for half their lives.

Later, she remarried with her assets, and Feng Xuan and his daughter had to compromise in order to get his treatment.

The original agreement was to take care of the elderly, but Feng Xuan's father insisted on leaving with his son. Within two years, he passed away because he could not adapt to life outside the city.

"......Then why does she care about them? Does she think Feng Xuan is not miserable enough?"

Yan Fang felt sick the moment he heard what the woman had done.

"I thought so at first, but her concern was genuine, and she often asked me to give money to Fengxuan and the others."

Xuan's expression was also puzzled. He didn't quite understand. Since he cared about the other person, why would he leave at the most difficult time?