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Yan Chuan fell stroke by stroke, and Liu Jin leaned closer, seeing clearly that there was a painting on the white cloth. Www!qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo!cOM
Although it was only outlined with a black pen, the monotonous color allowed Liu Jin to see the vitality.
Bamboo house? Yan Chuan painted the bamboo house where he lived before. Around the bamboo house
Looking at this painting, Liu Jin feels unreal, as if this is a bamboo house.
A few small bamboo houses, a small yard. Yan Chuan did not paint the mountains behind, nor the bamboo forests around him. He only painted the courtyard of the small bamboo house.
There was a strong wind on the lake, heavy rain, and a huge whirlpool formed in the lake.
The soldiers were amazed.
A bead of sweat overflowed from Yan Chuan's forehead, but he kept painting in his hands.
"Boom!"
The purple jade brush suddenly made a crisp sound and turned into powder, which was blown away by the wind.
Yan Chuan didn't stop, grabbing the last purple jade brush, and painting with ink again.
Rumble! There was a roaring sound in the lake.
In the high altitude, the girl's eyes were wide.
"This, maybe only Mr. Wen Ruo can compare with the power of writing?" The girl swallowed the waterway.
"Hey!" The crane was suddenly restless.
"What's the matter? Little Crane?" The girl wondered.
"Huh, Huh, Huh!" The crane yelled anxiously.
"What? Dragon Vein Qi? You feel the abnormality of the Earth Dragon Vein Qi?" The girl unexpectedly asked.
"Huh!" The crane nodded nonstop.
"Dragon veins? Although it's just a small dragon vein, it can be accumulated for thousands of years, and there must be a certain amount of dragon energy. Certainly, does he want to accept the dragon energy here?" the girl said strangely.
Below, a painting is already done.
There was another crack in the brush.
Yan Chuan stroked a painting with a brush.
"Na!" Yan Chuan yelled softly.
"Boom!" At the mouth of the whirlpool in the lake, a strong wind suddenly burst out.
The strong wind soared into the sky, instantly dissipating the surrounding clouds. Then, crashing down, straight into Yan Chuan's painting.
Rushing out of the water, rushing into the paintings and calligraphy. Vaguely, a hint of golden light could be seen in the wind.
"The air of the dragon veins is indeed the air of the dragon veins of the earth!" The girl in the sky was surprised.
"Boom!"
The surrounding mountains suddenly trembled. It's like an earthquake.
A full time of incense sticks. The earthquake stopped.
"Boom!" The vortex on the lake suddenly merged.
Gale also entered Yan Chuan's paintings. The sky became bright again.
Yan Chuan made another imaginary painting with the brush in his hand.
"combine!"
"Boom!" The purple jade brush turned into a powder again.
When the second brush was exhausted, Yan Chuan was already sweating profusely, and his complexion was pale. However, the painting is completely finished.
Above the scroll, there was a faint golden light, and the golden light quickly disappeared into the painting.
At this moment, the bamboo house in the painting is becoming more and more vivid, even the original black and white color has a lot of emerald green color, and the grass on the ground in the painting is as real as it is.
"Congratulations, prince!" Liu Jin, Huo Guang and other officers suddenly congratulated them with excitement.
"Will you watch it?" Yan Chuan asked.
"Yes, the old slaves will and will!" Liu Jin said something uncomfortable.
"Show this picture!" Yan Chuan said.
"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately touched the painting carefully.
Yan Chuan walked to the side of the sedan chair, entered it, and adjusted his breath slightly. The painting just now is the limit of Yan Chuan's current physical fitness.
In the high altitude, the girl held her chin, thoughtfully.
When Yan Chuan recovered and walked out of the sedan chair, Liu Jin was already ready.
A picture scroll and a scroll were handed to Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan took it and opened it gently. In the painting is the bamboo house where he lived before.
Liu Jin and Huo Guang were full of curiosity in their eyes. A group of soldiers is even more adoring.
"Master, what is the magical effect of this painting?" Liu Jin asked curiously.
Yan Chuan smiled slightly: "You and Huo Guangzhan are good!"
"Yes!" The two immediately grabbed the other end and unfolded the picture in the void.
Yan Chuan grabbed the desk with his hand and held it at the picture scroll.
"Om!"
A ripple suddenly appeared on the painting, but the desk disappeared strangely.
Disappeared? The desk is gone
Everyone's complexion changed. Look again.
"The desk, the desk went into the painting, went into the painting!" Liu Jin exclaimed.
On the painting, in the small courtyard, at this moment, the previous desk is being'painted'. This, this, Liu Jin and Huo Guang were shocked.
"This painting has taken in the dragon veins, so you can store some dead objects in a space inside, but unfortunately, there are too few dragons, the picture quality is too bad, the space is not big, only three zhang square meters. And, a hundred years later , The dragon vented himself, and this painting was useless." Yan Chuan shook his head and said.
"Huh? Space?" Liu Jin was surprised.
"Master, the desk is put in, how do you take it out?" Huo Guang didn't know what to say at the moment.
"It's advisable to explore!" Yan Chuan smiled.
While speaking, Yan Chuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a lot of ripples appeared on the screen again, and his arm reached in and grabbed the desk again.
"This, this...?" Everyone was shocked.
"The prince and god!" everyone worshiped.
"Hahaha, good practice, in the future, you can do it too!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Yes!" everyone respectfully said.
"Liu Jin, although there is space in this painting, don't burn it. You will be responsible for keeping this painting for me in the future!" Yan Chuan said.
"Yes! The old slave must be taken care of!" Liu Jin said excitedly.
In the high altitude, the girl looked down.
"Space magic weapon? A person with three levels of strength can actually refine space magic weapon? Are you kidding?" The girl smiled bitterly.
"Huh!" The crane nodded too. Indicates speechlessness.
"Space magic weapon, very few, like him refining, really not many people can do it, painting and calligraphy skills are so deep, and understand Feng Shui, can meet dragon veins? Too little, although the space is not large, It's amazing. It seems that Mr. Wenruo is about to meet his opponent, hehe!" A sly smile appeared in the girl's eyes.