Doutu Continent

Ye Mofan came to celebrate Huahua's Christmas.

Qin Wuji's eyelashes trembled, his eyes moved away, and he didn't dare to look at Lu Huasheng again.

Once best friends, no matter how well they get along in each other's memory, he dare not pry into the later memories.Because that martial artist named Xie Junen was his father, Emperor Qin Bumi.But the white-clothed silver-haired painter who stayed in the painting world died 300 years ago.

When he thought of the inseparable blood bond between himself and Lu Huasheng, he was even more afraid to look at each other's face.

Because he is afraid.

Although he couldn't decide his own birth, he played an innocent role between the two.But there are many calculations behind the Weilong City matter, and he who personally participated in it is definitely not innocent.

At this time, Qin Wuji was extremely afraid of facing Lu Huasheng, the biggest victim of this incident.I am also afraid that the more I know, the more I will deny the value of my own existence.

Perhaps the only purpose of his existence in the world for more than 20 years is to wait for the arrival of this calculation.Just thinking about it made him shudder.

Although he was a father and son, he had little contact with Emperor Zun, only a few times, did not feel much family affection, and more of knowing what kind of talent and generality he was from other people.

That narrow defeat back then was the only blemish on the opponent.Everyone knows that the Demon Qin Dynasty has been preparing for war for many years, and will eventually fight against the Doujie.

Qin Wuji's thoughts were messed up, and Lu Huasheng's cultivation was constantly running in his body, washing away the filth and calming his restless emotions.

As more and more cultivation bases were injected, Qin Wuji felt that these cultivation bases were pushing out the ink energy in his body.But he was born from the Molian Reincarnation Pond, and Mo Qi was already a part of his body.It is endless, endlessly regenerated.Lu Huasheng tried to eradicate them, but instead of making him feel good, it seemed to be overdrawing his potential and hollowing out his foundation.

Cold sweat trickled down Qin Wuji's forehead, and his lips gradually turned white.He knew that the other party wanted to get rid of the ink energy on his body, but it was impossible to do so unless he forcibly separated half of Mo Qin's blood.

In the past, he was able to live in Qingyun Academy of Painting like an ordinary person for more than ten years, but because the ink energy was sealed in the deepest part, it was like a seed that did not touch the soil where it lived and could not survive.

But this time when he returned to the Demon Qin Realm, the seed named Moqi had absorbed enough nutrients and took root and sprouted.If he tried to remove this power from his body again, it would not only hurt his muscles and bones, but also cost him half his life.

Lu Huasheng continued to instill cultivation in him, with neither happy nor sad expression.Even if there are only afterimages left, he still follows the style of doing things in front of him and does what he thinks is right.

Force out the ink qi in Qin Wuji's body, forcibly infuse the muscles and veins of his body with his cultivation, occupy them, and slowly block the growth of ink qi.

In the end, these cultivation bases accumulated to form a river, forcing Qin Wuji to paint his heart, and most of the dirty blood carved into his heart in the form of curse patterns was forced out again after the marrow was washed.

Black blood overflowed from the corner of Qin Wuji's mouth, and he groaned.

He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, regained consciousness a bit, and turned his eyes to look at the other party. This time, the staring did not arouse visions, and did not resonate with the other party's past memories.However, Qin Wuji's eyes became clearer, less entangled and restrained, and more relaxed, and even the smile on his lips became much more relaxed and gentle.

Sensing the constantly increasing cultivation in his body, his eyes turned and said: "Thank you senior, if you work harder, I will be able to break through the marrow washing again."

At this time he is Xie Chunfeng.

The sudden increase in cultivation in his body has reached an astonishing reserve.Not being able to advance all at once was due to lack of fame.But a strong cultivation base can make up for this deficiency to a certain extent.

The white-clothed and silver-haired painting saint never asked him if he could protect the Dou Tu world forever.But he could clearly feel Lu Huasheng's preference for him, and the inheritance had already begun.

The second-grade painter, the peak painter, and the painting sage forcibly used his cultivation to raise Xie Chunfeng's two realms. Even if his virtues were not matched, he crossed the barrier under the injection of his strong cultivation.

The corner of the young man's mouth was bleeding again, and now his consciousness became clearer.Seeing that the other party's face was blurrier than before, he hurriedly asked:

"Senior, what is the relationship between me and you? Do you have a younger sister or daughter who was harmed by a person named Xie Junen?"

"..." Lu Huasheng didn't speak, maybe he didn't want to answer, maybe the afterimage didn't look like a real person, and he could think and answer this complicated question.

His only feedback is to inject more cultivation into the body of the inheritor.The inheritance of painting skills is also going on at the same time, and it is continuously conveyed to the minds of the inheritors, accompanied by some fragmentary memories.

After a complete inheritance, the inheritor will inherit the identity and name of the painting master, and accept all his memories.

But being forcibly instilled all this by him, Xie Chunfeng began to resist.

He doesn't want to pass it on. A previous memory has almost made him lose himself. If he accepts the inheritance of the painting saint, he will replace the other party.So is he the lucky one who got the inheritance, or the carrier of Lu Huasheng?

Own everything about the other party, including cultivation base, identity, name, including memory.Is he still him?

After only 20 years of memory, after being instilled by the other party's hundreds of years of memory, can you still tell who you are?

He was resisting in his heart, but after entering the inheritance state, his body could not move.

"Stop..." Xie Chunfeng struggled, "I would like to give up the inheritance! I can't protect the Doutu Realm forever!"

Lu Huasheng's remaining consciousness remained unmoved.

Xie Chunfeng struggled more and more, and countless memories rushed into his consciousness. Just when he was about to get lost in the tide of consciousness and lose himself, the ink in his body, which had been almost squeezed out, suddenly rose up and spread around.

The instilled cultivation was still growing, but the sudden sobriety made him find himself.The memory of the other party no longer bothered him.

Sure enough, his father had left behind!It is impossible to prepare for nothing.

Seeing the huge ink energy that obviously surpassed his own ability gather around, a figure appeared vaguely, a figure of Emperor Zun Qin Budie.He has all kinds of tastes in his heart, he doesn't want to get lost in Huasheng's memory, and he doesn't want to destroy the inheritance in this way, because of this person, let Lu Huasheng's remaining consciousness be hurt.

The sight of the painting saint in white fell on the Mozun made of ink.Mo Qi quietly surrounded him around him.

"Brother Xie, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Brother Xiu Yuan, you're drunk!" Qin Bumiai said.

In the world in the painting, Qin Bumiai's appearance and clothing have changed. He is no longer the master of the Demon Qin Dynasty, but has become a slightly refined, domineering and restrained warrior.

"Be careful, let me help you rest on the stone bench." He reached out to help Lu Huasheng's crumbling body.

Surrounded by ink, Lu Xiuyuan looked slightly drunk, as if he had returned to the day when the two drank Xifeng wine together, and even the inheritor stood aside, ignored by them.

This weird scene made Xie Chunfeng feel a murderous intent.That was detected from his father, Emperor Qin Bumi.

"Be careful!" he stopped aloud.

Lu Huasheng and his father looked at him at the same time.

The drunkenness in Lu Huasheng Taohua's eyes disappeared, and he shook off the opponent's hand, leaving only ice cold.

"Qin is immortal!" he said, with a tone as deep as the sea.

Xie Chunfeng felt that his father was staring at him, and it was extremely cold.Blame him for ruining the other party's good deeds?

Just when he felt his life was threatened, the whole sky in the painting world lit up.

Dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, and countless evil spirits that did not belong here were dispersed. All the scenes in the painting became unstable, and countless cracks appeared in the sky.

Boom!

Xie Chunfeng vaguely heard someone's sonorous and forceful words from a far away place.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, the way of heaven is reincarnation..."

Lightning and thunder, the bang shook the sky!

His body was suddenly uncontrollably thrown out of the world in the painting, and returned to reality.

The Weilong City in reality is also thunderous, and there is not a single ghost left.

He only had time to see Shan Xuan running towards him, and shouted "Young Master" in surprise and joy!

I felt as if my chest had been hammered hard, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out of my mouth.

This is the backlash caused by his being purified after blood staining the scroll.

He couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes darkened and he fell down.

On the other side, countless Dou Tu masters were ejected from the painting and returned to the human world. The copy painting of "A Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City" suspended in mid-air gradually changed from the blood-stained state to its original appearance. The black ink that wrapped the scroll also dissipated.

Next to the painting, the words "Qin Wuji, Prince of the Devil Qin, come to celebrate the painting's Christmas." composed of ink, shattered into smoke in the air.

Another line of vigorous and powerful words took its place.

——Ye Mofan came to celebrate Huahua's Christmas.

After writing this line of words with a five-color finishing brush, and blocking out the sudden applause in the city, Ye Mofan looked up at the barrier above Weilong City that still blocked the connection with the outside world, and waved the treasure again.