The world is the only double in the world

Dynasty celebrations, wild dancing and singing, all officials gathered to welcome the prosperity!

Civil and military officials and martial arts heroes gathered together to pray for the country, and the colorful fireworks bloomed with the light of prosperity and harmony, devastated like gold, and shone with scorching light, spreading across the earth.

Today, the king Dongfangjue amnesty the world, the whole country celebrates together, the people are happy, and it is an unprecedented prosperous scene!

Tens of thousands of people gathered together, the royal guards put on their armor, and the maids carried lamps. In the huge and luxurious square, there were crowds of people, thousands of tables were arranged, the aroma of wine was overflowing, and opera troupes took turns to perform. It was very lively.

At an inconspicuous table in the square, two men were drinking and having fun, showing a coquettish attitude in their demeanor.

The jade-faced boy opened the folding fan with a snap, "There is wine, food and beauties, what do you want in life?"

The man in the blue shirt looked left and right, and the dovetail marks on the swallowtail shone with colorful light.

"Brother Xiaojian, miss your shadowy beauty again?"

Ye Feiyan cast a glance at the young man next to her, with a displeased expression on her face: "I don't know what kind of trick that poisonous beauty is trying to play, none of the four envoys is in the palace."

A charming voice came: "If brother Xiaojian feels lonely, younger brother can also come to accompany him... ah..."

Before Nan Fengyin finished speaking, his whole body was thrown out by a sudden palm, which startled several martial arts practitioners around him.

The jade-faced boy looked aggrieved, and was about to burst into tears when a man in black with an ice-sculpted mask came into his eyes, causing his crying to stop abruptly.

Ye Feiyan was immediately ecstatic, and just about to hug Jueying and plan to make out fiercely, but was instantly blocked by Jueying's sword.

Jue Yingling picked up a jar of wine and drank it with her head upright, without even looking at the aggrieved jade-faced boy and Ye Feiyan.

Ye Feiyan snatched back the wine jar from Anzuo, he knew that his shadow beauty was angry again.

Jueying ignored him, picked up another jar of wine, and drank it all.

Jueying has his own way of getting angry, he is always stuffy in his heart, he doesn't say a word, once he doesn't look at Ye Feiyan directly, it means that this iceberg is very unhappy.

However, every time it was the blood flame killer who compromised first, because Ye Feiyan couldn't stand Jueying's cold war.

Ye Feiyan laughed and said, "My little shadow..."

As soon as these words came out, goose bumps all over Nan Fengyin's body fell all over the floor.

Jueying put down the wine jar, but still ignored it, and said cold words: "I don't like the person standing next to me."

"I don't like you either!" Nan Feng retorted like a child, thinking that Yinchuan ghost doctor was well-known in the martial arts, but now he lost all face.

Jueying finally looked at Ye Feiyan, and said coldly, "Do you mind if I kill him?"

Ye Feiyan was startled, panic flashed in her eyes, "He is my friend."

"But I don't like you being with him." Jueying has always spoken outspokenly, and he will not hide his inner thoughts. If he says he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it, and he won't save face for others.

"Ha, then I won't be with him in the future." Ye Feiyan took advantage of Jueying's inattention and kissed him next to his ear. That kiss made Jueying's cold face instantly warm up.

Nan Fengyin was furious—those two people were too arrogant!

"I have something else to do." Jueying picked up the sword, and just as he was about to leave, Ye Feiyan grabbed his wrist instantly, "Your palace master won't... think about any more tricks, right?"

"I don't know." Jueying suddenly asked: "Do you know the details of Mingxie?"

"Holy Snow City Lord?" Ye Feiyan narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly: "Why did you suddenly ask him?"

"I just have a feeling..." Jueying lowered her eyes, "That city lord seems to have known him before."

Ye Feiyan's heart seemed to be violently touched by something, and a familiar figure flashed across her mind in an instant, "Why does it seem like deja vu?"

"I just feel that the way the Palace Master looks at him is different." Jueying carefully recalled: "Recently, whenever there is something about the Lord of Shengxue, the Palace Master's mood has fluctuated. There will be no emotional changes, but..." He raised his head and looked at the opposite person seriously: "There is only one person in the world who can touch the princess's heartstrings. impermanence?"

Ye Feiyan suddenly felt that her breathing was unsteady, "I like...you and I feel right..."

Jueying responded lightly: "I hope too." Then he paused: "If it's true, the Palace Master won't be lonely."

Nan Fengyin listened carefully to the conversation between the two, and a gleam of light slowly appeared in her charming eyes.

At this time, all the nobles of the dynasty kowtowed and saluted, and the loud voice of reverence resounded through the sky: "All blessings, Your Majesty!"

The majestic and tall figure slowly approached the crowd. The handsome man looked at Hao Huangpao, the purple crown shone with light, the sword eyebrows were naturalized, the starlight dyed his eyes, and the carved facial features reflected the heroic posture of the emperor, which aroused the reverence of the important ministers.

The golden eagle throne shone brightly, and Dongfang Jue prayed to thousands of people, raised his hand to signal, and said in a deep voice, "All of you are safe."

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

The yellow robe swayed behind the emperor, Dongfang Jue's eyes swept across the tens of thousands of people, and his sword eyes sparkled with coldness.

Chu Chen all presented congratulatory gifts, the ceremony flames bloomed, and the opera troupe played a magnificent movement.

Suddenly, a light flute sound floated from the sky. It was crisp and pleasant, elegant and pleasant, and it was incompatible with the noisy scene.

All the noisy and frolicking sounds stopped at the same time, and a man in green clothes and a girl in purple clothes jumped in front of everyone from nowhere, the piccolo was inserted obliquely in the man's waist in green clothes, shining with blue light.

At this time, Lan Yun uttered a pink gauze dress, and walked slowly to Dongfang Jue's side. She was tall and slender, with picturesque eyebrows. The carved jade hairpin pulled up the woman's black hair, and her elegant and refined appearance showed the beauty of the country.

When Lan Yun saw Shang Luo and Zi Shan, she couldn't help showing joy. She knew that today, that snow-clothed man who looked like an exiled fairy would definitely come.

Shang Luo cupped his hands to compose, and smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, it is a great honor for the people of my city, the Holy Snow King, to participate in this celebration. The Lord of the City expresses His Majesty's greetings."

Zi Shan and Shang Luo knelt down on one knee, lowered their hands and said respectfully, "All blessings, Your Majesty."

Dongfang Juejian's eyes tightened slightly: "Where is the Holy Snow City Lord?"

Lan Yun suddenly felt uneasy ripples in his heart: "Isn't the city lord coming?"

Zishan said: "The city lord will delay for half an hour when he is solving the matter of Seven Colors Paradise."

Colorful heaven!The crowd began to riot.

Dongfang Juhan narrowed his eyes slightly: "How was the result?"

Shang Luo's expression was still very calm: "Yesterday, the Landian Hall and the Purple Mist Hall were wiped out by my Holy Snow City Lord, and all their disciples have fallen into my Holy Snow King City. The whereabouts of Feng Liuying is forced out of his mouth! Once Feng Liuying shows up, he will be killed immediately, and the seven-color heaven will be wiped out!"

"Very good!" Dongfang Jue stood up slowly, and stood with his hands behind his back: "When the rebel party is wiped out, I will definitely reward you!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Lan Yun couldn't help feeling a little lonely. Mingxie hadn't shown up for a long time, and the woman seemed to have lost her expectations. Just when she was about to leave, a huge picture scroll ten feet wide and long suddenly fell from the sky. Everyone gave way to a large open space one after another, and the picture scroll landed on the open space safely, as lightly as a girl who landed on the ground.

Dongfang couldn't help but took a step forward, his eyes were slightly cold.

All I saw was a blank space on the scroll, with no trace of an outline at all.

Staring at a huge white paper, the palace minister was even more unbelievable.

Shang Luo smiled lightly: "It seems that my Holy Snow City Lord has come."

Lan Yun raised his eyes suddenly, and saw a man in snow clothes falling from the sky, as if he was an exiled immortal who came from the heavens on the clouds. Flying up, surrounding the heads of thousands of people, it is as gorgeous as the clouds, beautiful and shocking.

The man in snow clothes landed on the huge picture scroll, standing with his hands behind his back, the black gauze was ethereal, and his seductive demeanor made everyone want to peek at that peerless face.

Everyone stared intently at the snow-clothed man standing in the center, their hearts fluttering.

Dongfang Jue came to his senses: "Holy Snow City Lord, what is the meaning of this?"

Ming Xie Xie Mei pursed her lips, and her melodious voice passed everyone's ears: "This is my heart, a congratulatory gift to His Majesty."

Standing aside, Fu was surprised: "City Master Sheng Xue plans to send a blank piece of paper to my king?"

Ming Xie lowered his eyes and smiled slowly: "It won't be a blank paper soon."

At this time, the protector of Death and Life Suyi separated one hundred inkstones on both sides of the scroll, fifty black inks, fifty red inks, and two ink colors bloomed in the inkstones with a coquettish luster.

Dongfang Jue sneered: "It looks like City Lord Shengxue is planning to paint here?"

Ming Xie raised his eyes slightly: "Exactly."

"There is ink, there is paper, there is inkstone...there is one thing missing..." Dongfang Jue smiled, "Where is the pen?"

Mingxie overflowed indifferently: "No pen."

Dongfang Jue was startled: "How do you paint without a brush?"

Ming Xie chuckled: "Using the body as a pen and using God to outline, it's okay."

Just when everyone couldn't comprehend the meaning of the man in snow clothes, they saw Mingxie flicking his sleeves, and the red ink seemed to be summoned, drawing a strange arc in the air, and spreading out on the scroll bit by bit...

Mingxie pointed her toes, and her snow-white sleeves were like soft satin, swaying freely on the scroll.

The red ink swirls, confusing like blood, the cold wind is howling, the sleeves are like tough bamboo pens, stretching at will, the man in the snow suit is turned sideways with ink, falling sporadically, outlining the vines and vines, chic like the wind, neat and shocking All eyes.

Like a startling blood shadow, shuttles across the picture scroll, overflowing with peerless enchantment, the sleeves of the snow-clothed man control the force of splashing ink, sometimes light and shallow, sometimes wild, sometimes weak, sometimes domineering... The corners of the clothes are swaying, concentrating on martial arts, Outline the horror in the painting, and the body is drunk and enchanting.

Everyone held their breath and stared deeply at this breathtaking scene.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, people wouldn't believe it. In the whole world, there are actually people who can write with their bodies, draw with their gods, and scatter ink with their martial arts...

The seven drops of red devil are the final embellishment, the snow-white sleeves are gathered again, spotless, the black gauze is fluttering, and the expression is calm.

Everyone's eyes widened...

The white paper, which was originally without a trace, is now rendered a ghostly red, dazzling and eye-catching.

Lan Yun stared at the scene in front of her in a daze, she had already lost her soul, and was so moved that she couldn't say a word.

That is the red lotus of the red fire, the soaring phoenix, and the red cloud like a burning flame, blooming with the most breathtaking and magnificent color!

The phoenix coils around the petals of the red lotus, spreads its wings and flies, but cannot break free. The red fire lotus wraps the body of the phoenix, blooming with the strongest vitality. They are inseparable from each other, circling as one, entangled forever, which is terrifying!

Strange portraits, rosy and gorgeous, seem to look down on the creatures in the world, lifelike and inviolable.

Dongfang Jue's eyes were slightly cold, and then he smiled again: "Sacred Snow City Lord, what do you mean by painting?"

Ming Xie smiled: "It means..."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly broke Ming Xie's words: "City Master Sheng Xue, this painting is not finished, is it?"

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a red-clothed and silver-haired man walking slowly from behind the crowd, his steps were firm and powerful, as if he was walking on ice, his fiery charm shocked everyone's vision again, and the poisonous heart Coquettish provokes peerless charm.

Dongfang Juzai's eyes froze in an instant, and he never left the man in red for a moment.

The icy red pupils are slightly raised, reflecting the strange scene in the picture scroll, and the pupils are full of seductive brilliance.

Ming Xie quietly looked at the man in red standing in front of him, and smiled evilly: "Why did Palace Master Hao Lian say that this painting is not finished?"

Hao Lian Guxue looked at the emperor with puzzled eyes: "This palace also prepared a congratulatory gift for His Majesty today to show our sincerity."

Dongfang Jue finally recovered from his lost soul, "What is it?"

The whirling sound of the man in red fell into the center of the scroll, and his snow-white silver hair suddenly danced wildly, "This is also the painting!"

As soon as the words fell, the silver hair suddenly turned into a poisonous vine, disturbing the breeze, and under the control of the silver hair, the deep black ink fell into the deep red, like melting snow, rippling with sparkling blue waves.

Kou Danhong shone seductively on the nails of the man in red, and Hao Lian Guxue opened his arms. No one could see what kind of expression the demonic face covered by silver hair was showing. The only thing people could see was the crazy silver hair as if raging. The venomous snake surrounded by black ink is magical and strange, dotted with bloody images.

Brilliant, charming and enchanting, today, he is the second person everyone sees who doesn't use a bamboo brush to paint!

The lord of Shengxue City writes with his body, draws with God, and scatter ink with martial arts...

The Mistress of Shenyue used ink on her hair, condensed her soul with her spirit, and inscribed with her martial arts...

It’s incredible!

The cold wind gradually weakened, and the dancing silver hair calmed down again, quietly blooming on the red robe.

Hao Liangu raised his eyes in confusion, and looked at the man in snow: "How?"

Mingxiexiemei smiled slowly, and when he looked at the scroll again, he was speechless to respond.

The scene in the painting, the inscription in the painting, black and red interlaced, shocked the audience!

The red lotus and the phoenix are entangled with each other, exuding a soul-stirring demon light.

Four domineering italic script inscriptions are arranged vertically one by one

The lotus phoenix dominates the sky!