A man in the ark was forced to become a king

When the matter at hand comes to an end, it is necessary to take a good tour of the great rivers and mountains of this world.

Standing at the foot of Huiqi Mountain and looking up to the top of the mountain, Lin Lu secretly made a plan for the future.

"This mountain range covers such a vast area. Where is the place where Xi lives in seclusion?"

The towering green mountains are as vast as the sea. Looking for a person in such a large area is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Anyone who looks at it will shake their head, and Lin Lu is no exception. If you continue to search step by step, you don't know when you will find it. Only then can something be gained.

He asked about the Chinese New Year before he came, but the answer he got was that it depends on fate.

It's the same as not saying it. The so-called fate is just luck?

Do you really have to go in and search little by little, touch slowly?

It feels outrageous just thinking about it.

But there was nothing I could do. There was no specific direction, so what else could I do except forcefully search for it?

After thinking for a long time, Lin Lu decided to start looking at the area with the sparsest trees. This walk was really rewarding.

Halfway up the mountainside, walking through a path overgrown with weeds and traced back to an unknown date, a thatch stood out clearly.

The thatched hut looks a bit old, standing alone on the mountain, with the wooden door ajar and slightly dilapidated. The outside of the house is also deserted, and it looks like it has not been inhabited for a long time.

Lin Lu pushed the door open and walked in. There was no furniture at all in the room. It was empty. There was only... a painting hanging on the wall that was in disrepair.

It seems like a landscape, but also like...

Wait, where is he?

In a trance, time and space changed, and Lin Lu was shocked to find that he had stood in the middle of the street. Pedestrians were bustling with people, and the sound of hawkers could not be heard. It was a scene of the human world, and faintly, loud cheers could be heard not far away, which seemed to be... Someone was telling a story in front, which attracted many people to stop and listen.

One moment it was a hut on the mountain, the next moment it was a small town on earth. The scene change should have been extremely abrupt, but it did not feel inconsistent at all. It seemed as if it should be like this, and he had originally wanted to find this small town and settle down here.

True and false, false and false, unreal and real, cannot be distinguished clearly.

Walking on the street, there are many people on both sides, laughing and cursing, which is very real.

But what is fake is still fake after all. It is tangible and spiritless, and after all, it is a little less alive, especially the inexplicable will that permeates the surroundings, conveying subtle hints and influences, trying to make him integrate with this town. For Lin Lu, the seemingly subtle influence was clearer and more vivid than the ink marks on white paper.

The objects are real, the people are real, and the scenery is real, but it is fake.

Hazy, Lin Lu seemed to see through this human scene the shadows stacked on top of each other, changing impermanently, and seeing the town scene printed on the rice paper, spreading continuously.

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"Huh? Someone came?"

In the pure white space, it was difficult to distinguish east, west, north, south, up, down, left, and right. The slender figure buried in the book table paused slightly, and sighed in surprise. The blue-white dragon tail swayed back and forth, dragging out little traces. A white cheongsam with dark edges wrapped around her exquisite body, and her long blue-black hair hung down, covering most of her back.

The landscape painted on the desk was only half-painted, and the artist paused, his sight seemed to penetrate layers of confusion, and the small town with its shadowy figures was reflected in his crimson eyes.

It's a painting, not a painting.

Time flies and the world has changed. She can no longer remember how many years it has been since no one has set foot here. The mountain here is inaccessible and has been abandoned for a long time. It is difficult to see people. Today, a rare visitor came.

"It's better to send him out. Don't get lost here and cause trouble."

After being surrounded by people for a long time, Xi couldn't see any expression on her face, so she made her decision lightly.

Although it has never happened in recent years, people often strayed into the painting when she first stayed here a long time ago, and this method of dealing with it has been established since then.

Humans and gods are different. She also made an agreement with Yan Guo not to hurt others. According to her own temperament, she had no intention of hurting others, so those who mistakenly entered the painting were put back intact, except for a piece of memory. .

This has been done for thousands of years. Now as long as you follow the routine, there won't be any trouble.

Thinking like this, Xi Su waved her hand lightly, and dots of ink soaked into the void, floating from the pure white space into the other world.

However, the method that has always been effective went wrong this time. The power to control the scroll fell into the man like a mud cow into the sea, and failed to create any waves.

Paintings are still paintings, people are still people, nothing has changed.

The person is in the painting, but is not affected by her power.

"Interesting, where did this guy come from?"

Whispering softly, Xi became slightly more interested. Watching the young man stop on the street and looking around curiously, he couldn't help but secretly wonder where this man came from.

Without the aura of Lei Fa, he should not be of the same lineage as that person back then.

There is no unpleasant smell like Si Suitai, nor does it come from the Yan Kingdom court.

Is it intentional or unintentional?

At present, it looks like a real traveler who has strayed into the painting. There is nothing unusual about her. If it is related to the imperial court, then she should not recognize her method in the painting. Why is she so pretentious?

After thinking for a moment, Xi closed his eyes slightly, and a trace of thought fell into the painting.

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"This gentleman looks strange. Is he a guest passing through?"

Lin Lu stayed on the street and finished listening to a passage. She was finding it quite interesting when she heard a voice coming from her ears. She turned her head and saw that the storyteller had arrived beside her at some point. She asked with a smile and a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm passing by the town and just in time to take a rest."

He nodded in response, his eyes falling on the storyteller, as if he was looking at him, or looking through layers of confusion at a very distant shadow.

"How does my story go?"

"Not bad, really good. I haven't seen such a scene for a long time."

"In that case, why not listen to another part?"

"That's not necessary. I have something important to do and I can't stay here. I wonder if I can meet the owner of this place? I'm more interested in the person who painted the painting than this misty scenery."

Lin Lu had heard a lot about Xi's abilities from Nian. The scene in the small town in front of her was specious, presumably because of the way she painted the world.

I have to say that it is indeed quite magical, enough to confuse the fake with the real one. If an ordinary person mistakenly enters this place, he will be affected by the painting, sink into it, and become a part of the painting, but this thing is of no use to him.

The will tempered by hundreds of years of fighting and fighting is far from being shaken by mere illusions. No matter how real the painting is, it is essentially fake and cannot affect him.

However, the wonderful thing is really wonderful. One painting creates a world, and the reflection of the human world floats on the paper and falls into the heart. It can be called the fairy method in the storybook. It has a lot of fairy spirit inexplicably, and it is stronger than ever. where it goes.

Although he has never seen Nian actually use his methods.

"The master here has not seen guests for many years. Since he doesn't want to stay, he should go back to where he came from."

Hearing what he said, the storyteller's face became a little colder. He waved his hand gently and unfolded the folding fan in his hand. The whole world seemed to have been pressed on the stop button. The bustling crowd suddenly froze and became a little unreal, like The picture printed on the canvas is no longer realistic.

Lin Lu could feel a strong repulsive force falling on her, trying to push him out of this world. She didn't need to think about it to know that the owner here was unwilling to entertain guests.

However, he came with a mission and couldn't just leave.

"If you want to send me away, this is not enough."

Eyes with a ray of golden light penetrated the space, looking directly outside the painting, and a black flame ignited from the fingertips. It was not strong, but it seemed to burn through the space, and instantly melted into a pale body in the void. of holes.

Layer after layer.

The superimposed scrolls had no resistance in front of the black flames and were burned directly. Lin Lu stepped in and passed through the pictures, including continuous mountains and rivers, fireworks, and desolate battlefields. In the end, he stood at a place. In a pure white space, there are scattered bookshelves not far away, and there is a book table. The light blue shadow slowly stands up and turns around.

Her hair is as long as a waterfall, her skin is as good as snow, her two pointed ears are slightly offset downwards, and they are covered with red earrings. A cheongsam with cyan ink stains on the lower side of the skirt wraps her exquisite body, and a pair of cyan flower arms match her age. Just like the same, two slender long horns poked out of the hair on the forehead, showing a dark green color. A white dragon tail that seemed to be burning the green flame was slightly rolled up, coiled in front of the body, and rippling slightly.

Not the person in the painting is better than the person in the painting.

"who are you?"

Xi's pretty face was frosty and indifferent. She raised her bare hands lightly, and the blue-black scabbard, which was as tall as half a person, flew up from the bookshelf and landed in her hand.

Clang!

The sword blade was unsheathed, revealing a blood-red color.

"Don't do it. I don't have any ill intentions. I just want to see you."

Lin Lu was a little helpless when he saw this attitude of taking action if he disagreed. Although it was indeed rude for him to directly burn through other people's paintings, there was no need to draw his sword as soon as he came up, right?Obviously he hasn't done anything too extreme, so he deserves to be called a sister?There are indeed some similarities in temperament.

Well, the same violent temper, not at all like the imagined static beauty.

"And now you see?"

Silver teeth were clenched, and there was a bit of resentment and distress in Xi Fei's eyes. The palm holding the sword hilt trembled slightly. He wanted to take action but hesitated. He didn't know what he thought of, but in the end he didn't really take action.

"If you see it, get out!"

"Don't be so irritable. In fact, I am here to be entrusted by someone. I have something that I have to hand over to you personally."

Lin Lu spread her hands to show that she had no ill intentions, and the black flames that burned through the scroll were extinguished quietly.

"Something? What?"

Xi's face looked slightly relaxed and a little confused.

She didn't have much interaction with the outside world. Even if she had acquaintances, they would have turned into a handful of loess after hundreds of years. Who would bring anything to her?

Could this person really be from the Yan Kingdom court?And the kind of flames that look dangerous at first sight...

"This is it. The man said that it must be handed over to you personally."

Lin Lu chuckled and put her hand into her pocket and took out a finely crafted pendant. It was made of steel and had a mysterious pattern. As soon as it was taken out, an inexplicable wave spread.

"This is--!"

Seeing that thing, Xi's pupils suddenly shrank and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

The next second, a pair of bright red arms were already on her shoulders.

Chapter 113 Sisterly love is 'deep'

It stands to reason that this blank world still belongs to Xi's painting world. Without her permission, the only way is to use force to crack it, just like Lin Lu did, directly penetrate the layers of obstacles arranged outside, and find this place. A small space hidden deep in every corner.

But Nian's method was obviously not like this, and she didn't get Xi's consent, but her method was much smarter than just acting recklessly.

She did not follow Lin Lu to Huiqi Mountain. The two of them drove all the way from Conglongmen to Gouwucheng and did not go any closer.

According to her, as long as she gets close to a certain distance, Xi will sense her presence even if she does nothing. Then there is a high chance that the coward will just pack up and run away, and continue to hide in some unknown corner. , it will be difficult to find it again.

So she asked Lin Lu to take the token and go up the mountain to search for it. After coming into contact with Xi's breath, the token automatically activated. It seemed that this thing had a positioning function.

With this, Nian crossed a distance of more than ten kilometers from Gouwu City to appear inside the world in the painting, and at the same time passed through the numerous scrolls carefully designed by Xi to block and confuse outsiders.

All I can say is that my sister is still a sister after all, and she knows how to handle her own sister.

Xi was completely unprepared for this move, and her reaction was not fast. She was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of Nian, who held her shoulders and moved closer.

But judging from the appearance of the two-handed giant sword, this god should also be good at close combat. Even if he gets close, he probably...?

? ? ? ? ?

Lin Lu thought to herself, and then she saw Nian pressing Xi's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand he took out something that looked very ominous just from the appearance.

"Dang, Dang, Dang! My latest developed super invincible quantum two-kick!"

Nian had a wicked smile on his face, holding a thick and long paper tube towards Xi's face, and whispered softly against Xi's cheek.

"My good sister, why don't you guess what will happen if this thing detonates here now? You don't want all the paintings you have worked so hard to paint to be scrapped, right?"

"you you!"

Xi's face turned red, and she glared at Nian with crimson eyes, her palms holding the hilt of the sword trembling.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

She was trembling with anger at her sister, but she was helpless. She looked like she wanted to draw her sword and chop her down, but she still held back in the end.

"I act eclectically. If you don't accept it, why don't you come and beat me?"

Nian retracted his arm, made a face, and mocked with a strange smile.

"Too deceiving!"

Xi Xi couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly raised his sword, unsheathed it and swung it to cut.

However, Nian was already prepared for this. He opened his mouth and spat out half of the sword hilt. He stretched out his hand and pulled it. The fiery red sword was standing in front of the chopped long sword.

The sword seemed to be pieced together from fragments. It was scattered into several pieces, but it was firmly bound together by the red energy, maintaining its complete shape, and its strength did not weaken at all. It collided with the long sword in Xi's hand. No problem at all.

when!when!when!when!

The two swords slashed at each other, causing sparks to fly.

Lin Lu looked on, shaking her head slightly.

Although on the surface it seemed that Xi had the upper hand, in fact she was just wielding a sword and slashing wildly as if to vent her anger, with no rules at all. Nian's every response seemed to be just right and with ease.

Comparing the two, it is up to the judge.