The yin wind blew, and Fang Zhengqing suddenly snorted.

Inside the gate seemed to be a long corridor, dark without a trace of light, I don't know where it leads, it's not narrow, but it's not spacious, but it's okay to accommodate five or six people walking side by side.

The three of them looked vigilantly into the corridor, and after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. However, just when the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, there was a sudden sound in the depths of the corridor, and it was still approaching them.

Fang Zhengqing's heart suddenly tightened, he swallowed his saliva, and his trembling hand unconsciously began to stretch out the saber at his waist.

At this time, I heard Feng Yun say lightly: "Don't panic, it's not like the voice of the enemy." "It wasn't loud, but it was a little harsh in the dead silence, but it wasn't like footsteps, not like the wind breaking when it was flying, but like something rolling.

Sure enough, not long after, accompanied by gusts of yin wind, a figure the size of a head slowly rolled towards the depths of the corridor, and it seemed that something had been blown out of it by the wind.

Seeing that it wasn't an old monster, Fang Zhengqing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, who expected to take a closer look, isn't that human-head-sized thing just a human head!

To be precise, it's a skeleton, and I don't know how long it has existed, but this skull has been a little weathered, maybe it's so much lighter that it was brought out by the wind.

"Click......" The slight trembling sound started again, and Feng Yun looked at Fang Zhengqing helplessly.

"Are you also a monk of the One Realm, can you not be so bold, haven't you seen a skeleton?" Fang Zhengqing was timid, Feng Yun had already seen it, and had teased him many times because of this, but he still felt a little speechless until now, he was afraid of being like this before he met the enemy, if something happened in a while, he didn't need them to save him, and he was scared to death on the spot.

Fang Zhengqing's face was pale, and he covered his mouth with his hand again, looking at the skeleton rolling out for a while, and Feng Yun for a while, everyone could see the anxiety in his eyes. His Guiyi Realm was still forcibly broken through by taking pills when he was lurking in the ancestral sacrifice earlier, and his foundation was very poor, so when he was pursued by Lu Feng and others, he had no power to fight back at all, and it was precisely because he had this self-knowledge that he was so unbearable at this moment.

"I saw it, it rolled out of the inside, which means that there is indeed danger inside, but it's hard to say what kind of danger, this skull is very complete, it is not necessarily attacked and died, we have to see the situation again." Feng Yun looked at Yongdaonei and said lightly. However, his expression is not very good, his divine sense has already probed into the depths of the Yongdao, with his current realm, even the entire mountain can be shrouded with divine consciousness, but in this Yongdao, it cannot extend a hundred zhang.

"My divine sense can't get in, but I don't see any sign of a living thing, what about you?" Feng Yun said to Nangong Jiao'er.

Nangong Jiao'er also looked at Yongdao, shook his head and replied, "Me too." But there was also a very special feeling in the road, and it was more pronounced than when I was on the mountain trail, and I don't know how to describe it...... Disorder? Nangong Jiao'er thought about it for a long time, but finally couldn't think of better words to express it.

"Deranged?" Feng Yun couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Nangong Jiao'er bowed slightly and explained: "The truth in this world is the truth, and the illusion is the illusion. But the feeling here for me is real and illusory, as if I had to say it, it was as if a person in a painting was actually wearing real clothes. ”

Hearing what Nangong Jiao'er said, Feng Yun thought about it, a person in the painting is wearing real clothes, this is easy to understand, but it is difficult to imagine, and it is even more inexplicable to put it in this mountain and this cave/cave. After thinking about it for a long time, Feng Yun still had a hard grasp of the essentials, so he had to change his words and ask Nangong Jiao'er alone: "Aren't your Nangong family also proficient in painting, can you do something similar?" Or do you have a clue? ”

"If you cultivate to a high depth, you may be able to do it, but it's just something similar, if this is really what that great power did with the painting path, it can be said to be very different from the painting path of my Nangong family." Saying that, Nangong Jiao'er used the excuse that she had something to talk to Feng Yun alone, so Fang Zhengqing stood aside and faced the wall, and then sealed the space around her and Feng Yun with a wave of her sleeves.

After making sure that Fang Zhengqing couldn't feel their movements, Nangong Jiao'er took out a pen and paper casually, and in an instant, the fluorescent light on the pen flowed, and in a moment, an ink-feathered bird jumped onto the paper. "Look." As Nangong Jiao'er fell softly, the ink-feathered bird turned around from the paper, couldn't help jumping out of the paper, and landed on Nangong Jiao'er's palm one by one, and even spread its wings and flew around Nangong Jiao'er, and finally landed on the paper and turned into a dead thing again.

"My Nangong family's painting is the pursuit of power, I paint birds, when there is the ability of birds, I paint green mountains, when there is the weight of green mountains. If this is all from the pen of that great power, then his painting is probably pursuing 'truth'. Nangong Jiao'er had a rare serious face.

"In fact, the way of painting to seek the 'truth' is the right way, like my Nangong family's painting for the Fa is inferior. But this righteous path is too difficult, painting mountains can be mountains, painting water can be water, what about painting people? ”

Painting people is people, even if heaven and earth create people, they still need to conceive for ten months, if the painter can create a person, isn't it more powerful than heaven and earth?

Seeing Feng Yun's enlightened appearance, Nangong Jiao'er said again: "So this 'truth' painting path can be said to be a path that is destined to be fruitless. But it's not that no one knows that they can't do it, as far as I know, there was a great power on Jiuzhou ten thousand years ago, he walked this seeking 'truth' painting road, it is rumored that he splashed ink, the wind and clouds moved, the ghosts and gods were shocked, and everyone who saw it was amazed, but it was a pity that this person rarely made a move, and finally even his whereabouts were unknown, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. ”

"You mean this one could be the one from 10,000 years ago?" Nangong Jiao'er would definitely not be untargeted, so Feng Yun couldn't help but guess?

Nangong Jiao'er nodded: "When I saw the scroll, I only thought it was possible, after all, there are only a handful of powerful Jiuzhou with such a painting art, but after arriving in this cave/hole, I feel that I am the painting saint." ”

Feng Yun saw the excitement and anticipation in her eyes, and couldn't help but pour cold water and said, "Don't forget that skull just now." Then he waved off the ban and beckoned to Fang Zhengqing: "Okay, let's move on, if you are really scared, you can choose to stay here." With that, he took the lead and walked towards the corridor. Although he poured cold water on Nangong Jiao'er, he was actually very interested, "seeking" the truth, how interesting it is. ”

When Fang Zhengqing heard Feng Yun's words, he was immediately overjoyed, but he immediately thought of staying here alone, and he became scared again.

Who knew that Feng Yun took two steps and suddenly turned around and whispered to him: "I advise you not to go out either, this mountain is wrong." As for the outside of the mountain, if you are not afraid to go out and bump into the people of the Silver Tiger Gate, you can also go out and wait. ”

"Huh? Didn't you two say that the people from the Silver Tiger Gate didn't come? Fang Zhengqing suddenly said urgently.

"Just because they didn't come just now doesn't mean that they aren't there, maybe the people from Yinhumen are waiting outside for us to take the relics out, and they will receive them safely." Feng Yun didn't care about Fang Zhengqing's choice, and walked straight towards the corridor.

"You guessed again?" Nangong Jiao'er, who followed behind him, whispered.

"Guess." Feng Yun nodded honestly, "But this is the most likely and safest way for the Silver Tiger Sect that I can think of, that is, I don't know where they are hiding to spy on us." ”

Nangong Jiao'er thought about it for a while, and felt that there was nothing wrong with what Feng Yun said.

Fang Zhengqing was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of hesitation, he looked outside the cave/hole for a while, and then looked at the backs of Feng Yun and the others, seeing that Feng Yun and the two of them were getting farther and farther, he finally couldn't hold his breath and followed.

"Two seniors wait for me!" Fang Zhengqing said in a hurry, and rushed towards Feng Yun and the others, for fear that he would be slow and be left behind by the two.

However, just as he rushed into the corridor, the two bronze gates suddenly closed unconsciously!

"......Boom" There was a muffled sound, Feng Yun and Nangong Jiao'er looked back, the bronze gate was closed, and the two of them were not too surprised, it was reasonable, but Fang Zhengqing was different, he was so frightened that he almost sat down, and then he realized the reality that he couldn't go back, and a sense of despair suddenly arose in his heart, seeing that snot and tears were about to come down, he heard Feng Yun greet in front.

"Do you want to go? If you don't leave, you can just wait there. ”

"Senior wait for me! Seniors wait for me! Not caring too much, Fang Zhengqing shouted urgently, and hurriedly ran towards Feng Yun and the others, and at the same time warned himself in his heart that he must not leave Feng Yun and the others for half a step.

The three of them walked in the corridor, as before, Feng Yun walked in the front, Fang Zhengqing walked in the middle tremblingly, and Nangong Jiao'er pressed in the back. Feng Yun took out the lighting beads that he had used in the dungeon of the Cangdi clan back then, and illuminated a burst of light in the pitch-black corridor.

After walking for a while, I heard Nangong Jiao'er, who was walking at the end, suddenly shout: "Wait! ”

Feng Yun's face tightened, and he turned his head in an instant, and before he could ask a question, he saw that the picture scroll had rushed out of Nangong Jiao'er's treasure bag on its own and appeared in front of everyone.

Fang Zhengqing hurriedly retreated behind Feng Yun in case of accidents, while Feng Yun was tense and ready to deal with the changes in the scroll at any time.

I saw that after the scroll flew out, it unfolded in front of the three of them. After a while, under the gaze of the three people, the brush and ink on the painting seemed to come to life, and they left their original positions one after another, turning into ink again and swimming on the scroll, and finally unexpectedly sketched the image of an old man!

This old man is really lifelike, and the eyebrows and wrinkles on his face seem to tell the old man's mood. Desolation, that's right, Feng Yun and the three of them actually saw a trace of sadness on the face of the old man in the painting.

The next moment, not only their eyes felt this sadness, but even their ears felt it, because the old man in the painting really spoke!

"How many years...... The world is still there, but things are dry bones. ”

Feng Yun and Nangong Jiao'er glanced at each other, and Nangong Jiao'er shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't understand what was going on.

At the moment when the two of them looked at each other, the old man in the painting actually walked out of the painting by himself, although the figure was only black and white, but his frowning and frowning were as agile as a living person, not like a dead thing at all, and the most special thing was that Feng Yun's desperate eyes actually saw the fire of seven emotions from the old man in this painting!

It shows that the old man in this painting has the soul of a living person! Feng Yun was surprised for a moment, and then thought of the possibility.

"This senior, do you have any unfulfilled wishes when you seal the remnants of your soul into the painting and leave this mountain behind?" Feng Yun took a deep breath and slowly said to the old man in the painting. On the one hand, he wanted to find out the purpose of this old man, and on the other hand, he wanted to tell Nangong Jiao'er and Fang Zhengqing that this old man was not just a spell.

The old man in the painting was pulled back to his thoughts by Feng Yun, and couldn't help but look at Feng Yun and the others.

"My name is 'Tuoran Daoren', and I left this mountain to leave a legacy, and to seal the remnants of the soul into the painting, naturally it is also to find a destined person to come here to inherit my way."