Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!

I started to draw the lotus pond.

Another contest.

This sitting lasted for a hundred days, and after a hundred days, the paintings in the hands of both of them had been completed.

After the two paintings were spread out, both of them were stunned.

It's because the scenery in their paintings is exactly the same, exactly the same - Wanli lotus pond, but there is a large white in the middle.

The story ends here abruptly, and no one knows what happened after that, only that there are two pictures of the thousand lotuses, one yin and one yang, one day and one place.

A picture of a thousand lotuses is nothing special. If a painter with a strong cultivation base paints in the blank space, the objects in the painting will be able to emerge from the painting if they become spiritual, but it will always be illusory and will disappear in a blink of an eye.It's just a pastime.

If two paintings are combined into one, then a painter with a high level of cultivation can practice the most brilliant illusion in the world.Thousands of landscapes are painted in the paintings, as real as they are illusions, and people will fall into them. In the end, the real and the false can't be distinguished, and they will sink into it.

This is the supreme magic weapon for a painter to practice Taoism.

illusion.

Ziqing's dormitory hangs one of the pictures of thousand lotuses. When he is bored, he likes to write and draw on it. He never thought that this other picture would fall into the hands of Di Qi.

Ziqing squinted at the picture of a thousand lotuses, with longing in his eyes.

Ziqing's eyes fell on the person in the painting, with red hair and the arrogance revealed by that person.

If his guess is correct, the person in this painting is the high-ranking immortal in the world of immortal cultivation, but why does the immortal appear in the thousand lotus painting?and……

Ziqing's eyes shrank suddenly when he saw the red behind the immortal, why did the red look like... a claw?

Ziqing looked again, but the red color had disappeared.

"Come here." Diqi said coldly.

The anger in Di Qi's voice became more and more obvious, what if he should be driven out?

The little fool poked his finger, frowned, and suppressed all the grievances in his heart, just about to turn around, Di Qi had already lost his patience, walked over, took Ah Qing's hand, turned and left.

Ah Qing stumbled after Diqi, with a layer of mist in his black eyes.

Di Qi directly pulled Ah Qing out of the secret realm.

The reddish sky disappeared, and the blue giant sword disappeared. Ah Qing stared blankly at the blue sky.

Diqi handed him a small transparent bottle filled with red water.

"This is Sanqing water, which can help in cultivation." Emperor Qi said.

Ah Qing took a deep breath, wiped away tears with his sleeve, took the bottle from Di Qi's hand, looked at it for a while, carefully hid it in his sleeve, but did not talk about the painting.

Di Qi looked at Ah Qing with a complicated expression, and finally turned around and disappeared without saying anything.

Ah Qing sat in the yard, took out the small bottle, carefully held it in his hand, and stared at it with wide eyes.

But within a day or two, the decadent aura on Ah Qing disappeared.

On this day, Ah Qing sneaked into the place where the ink was stored, took some paper and pens, and went back to the room.

There happened to be a mirror in this room that could reflect the whole body, and Ah Qing posed various poses in front of the painting, lying down, standing, lying down or squatting.

But neither the posture nor the appearance can compare to the person in the painting.

Seeing his stupid look, Ziqing suddenly felt a little funny.

This little fool still wanted to compare himself with that high and mighty Immortal Venerable.

Ah Qing lay down on the couch, staring at herself in the mirror dejectedly, but the longer she stared, the bigger her eyes became.

Ziqing didn't know what Ah Qing saw, but felt his eyes light up bit by bit.

Ah Qing stared at the mirror for a long time, then picked up the ink pen, and began to draw on the white paper.

Ah Qing paints seriously and selflessly, with her eyes fixed on the painting, everything around her seems to have disappeared.

From noon to evening, Ah Qing finally raised his head, looked at the person in the painting, and smiled happily, his two canine teeth seemed to be shining brightly.

What can this idiot draw?

Ziqing glanced at the little fool, but seeing the smile on his face, she couldn't help being curious, she moved over, and when she saw the person in the painting, she also froze.

The person in the painting has red lips and white teeth, a handsome face, bangs on his forehead, and a romantic look in his half-covered black eyes.

Ziqing's eyes widened, looking at the smiling little fool with surprise.

It's not because the little fool's painting skills are so good, and every detail of the person in the painting is drawn so clearly, but because the person in the painting is not Ah Qing, but Zi Qing!

Ziqing turned her head and looked in the mirror, the mirror still reflected that stupid look, why did the little fool draw himself in the mirror?

Even if the little fool wants to paint himself better and compete with that rival in love, this beautification is too much...

Ziqing was puzzled, but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Before Ziqing could recover from the shock, Ah Qing was already bouncing out with the painting in his arms.

Zi Qing's spirit was drawn by an invisible thread, and landed beside Ah Qing, watching him happily run to the yard, and then to the gazebo where Di Qi played chess.

nobody.

Ah Qing was panting from running, and sat down under the gazebo.

There were footsteps behind him.

First, there was a touch of white clothes, Ah Qing suddenly turned his head, and that gorgeous and unparalleled face broke into Ah Qing's eyes inadvertently.

Ah Qing stared at Di Qi closely, her fair face gradually flushed red.

Di Qi glanced at him, then sat down in the gazebo.

There was a chess board on the table, and Di Qi arranged the chess pieces one by one.

Di Qi looked very serious, playing chess with himself seemed to be a game in Di Qi's eyes, a game with himself.

Ah Qing held the painting in one hand, and couldn't help tugging at the corner of his clothes with the other hand. Looking at Di Qi's handsome side face, the little fool became more and more nervous.

Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, and this little fool took his portrait to give to Di Qi. Although Di Qi had never seen himself in his eyes, he still recognized him when he saw the portrait.

What would Di Qi think after seeing this painting?If he thought that the little fool was involved with him, would he be wiped out along with the little fool?

If the little fool fails to please, but loses his life instead, he will suffer a great loss.

"Di Qi." Ah Qing called softly.

Di Qi frowned, holding a black chess piece between the fingers of his right hand, which could not be dropped for a long time.

Ah Qing hurriedly fell silent, staring at Di Qi with wide eyes.

After a long time, the chess piece fell, Di Qi turned his head, looked at Ah Qing expressionlessly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ah Qing held the painting in his hands and handed it to Di Qi, with anticipation in his eyes.

"Send you off." After Ah Qing finished speaking, his face turned red instantly, and his mouth opened, revealing two big canine teeth.

Di Qi hesitated for a moment, took the painting, and slowly spread it out.

The author has something to say: I will revise the article later, so there is a fake update, ignore the twisting of the rice fungus o(╯□╰)o

Chapter [-] The Fool Gets Injured

Diqi's slender, white fingers landed on the painting and slowly spread it out. The first thing that caught his eye was a head of black hair.

The little fool suddenly felt shy, lowered his head, and secretly looked at Diqi with his eyes.

Ziqing stood on one side, staring at the painting.

Just at this time, there was a burst of fairy music outside the door.

Di Qi stood up abruptly, and casually placed the painting that hadn't been fully opened on the table, and there was a slight fluctuation on his expressionless face.

A picture of a hundred birds facing the bright sky appeared in the sky, the fairy music suddenly stopped, the door of the yard opened, and a person stood there.

Red hair like fire, dressed in white, but not as indifferent as Di Qi, with a smile on his face, and a luxurious air flowing from his whole body, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of white light.

Ah Qing was stunned suddenly, this person was exactly the same as what he saw in the painting that day, his black eyes were fixed on the person who appeared, and there was a trace of jealousy on his stupid face.

Di Qi went up, saluted, and said respectfully: "Di Qi has seen the Immortal Venerable."

Ziqing stood beside Ah Qing, her eyes also fell on the immortal.

The Immortal Venerable is the supreme being in the world of cultivating immortals, with pure spiritual veins and extremely high comprehension, a rare person in a thousand years.The ignorant immortal, who has cultivated to the stage of becoming a god, and cultivates the spiritual veins of the sky, is No. 1 in this world of immortal cultivation.

This person is the biggest enemy in the demon cultivator world, the person that Saint Zhuan Xiao hates the most.

Immortal Venerable walked straight in front of Di Qi, with a smile on his face: "Why don't you make a bigger salute, how about kneeling down?"

Di Qi frowned, and looked at him expressionlessly. There was a chill on his originally gorgeous face, but he seemed to be thinking seriously.

Yumeng laughed out loud suddenly: "I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so interesting!"

Di Qi stood up straight, still expressionless, and said in a low voice: "I haven't seen you for many years, and the immortal is still so naughty."

Yumeng: "..."

Outsiders all know that Di Qi is the first elder under the seat of the Immortal Venerable, but they don't know how many years Di Qi was before the Immortal Venerable, when Yu Meng first entered the Immortal Gate, he was only a child, so he followed Di Qi.

When Yumeng first learned the art of cultivating immortals, he was taught by the emperor, and there is a layer of master-student relationship implied in it.

The fate of the people with spiritual roots is different, one person became the Immortal Venerable, and the other became the No. Half of the reason is the companionship of the past.

Thousands of years have passed, and such old things are rarely known.

Ah Qing stood alone in the gazebo, looking at the two talking and laughing, like an abandoned lamb, she looked very pitiful.

Yu Meng was choked by Di Qi, and then discovered Ah Qing's existence.The chubby little guy looked at him like a little beast with fierce eyes.

The Immortal Venerable is aloof, and no one has ever looked at him with this kind of gaze. Yumeng looked at him with great interest.