"This painting is obviously not a magic spell, but a magic weapon," Baili Ge said with a unhappy expression. He spread the unfolded painting on the table and stroked the canvas. "It can trap a Yuanying cultivator in an instant. Moreover, Yunshu's spiritual awareness is far superior to that of a Yuanying cultivator. This thing must be an extremely rare magic weapon."
Hua Yue walked back and forth anxiously, "Before it sucked Yun Shu into the painting, I didn't see the slightest spiritual energy fluctuation in this painting."
The canvas is smooth and delicate, like silk but not silk. Even Pei Yunshu in the painting is extremely beautiful, with red lips and pink face, and clear and flowing hair. The canvas looks fragile, but it is extremely flexible and cannot be torn easily.
Zhu You stood expressionlessly beside the table, looking at Pei Yunshu in the painting. He had a low aura and a ferocity that he could hardly suppress.
Young Master Qingfeng felt a little strange after seeing the painting. He was in a trance, but no one noticed him at this time.
The only plan now is to rescue Pei Yunshu, but I have no idea how to do it.
The atmosphere in the room became increasingly depressing. Everyone had a stern face, staring at the canvas on the table half angry and half helplessly.
After an incense stick of time had passed, Zhu You suddenly moved. He found a brush and ink, and before anyone could stop him, he used the brush to draw a black bracelet on Pei Yunshu's wrist in the painting.
The combined head and tail of the bracelet could barely be seen as the shape of a snake. After the painting was completed, the light flashed. Zhu You put down the pen, and just as it turned into the original shape, the painting soared into the air, and the next moment a vortex was formed, which sucked Zhu You into the canvas in an instant.
"Zhu You!" Bailigo shouted and subconsciously reached out to grab Zhu You, but instead he was sucked into the painting.
The teacup on the table jingled, and the painting suddenly lost its weight and fell on the table. The bracelet on Pei Yunshu's hand in the painting became more delicate, and a pair of blood-red eyes shone with the light of a beast. At Pei Yunshu's fingertips, a white-haired fox appeared on the canvas, with its hair clearly visible and its eyes extremely cold, lifelike.
Hua Yue's face turned pale. He clenched his hands and looked at Master Qing Feng helplessly. "Oh no, Qing Feng, all three of them were sucked in..."
The three capable and skilled people were gone, and Hua Yue was panic-stricken and at a loss, but he had to calm down. He sat down on the table, holding the painting tightly in his hands, his fingers turning white from the force.
"What on earth is this?" Hua Yue gritted her teeth, her animal pupils and sharp teeth faintly emerging, "What on earth is this thing!"
Not to mention that Yun Shu has already reached the Nascent Soul stage, nor that Baili Ge is a well-known demon, just talking about Zhu You, Zhu You was actually sucked into the painting!
How could this be possible if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes
Who does this magic weapon belong to and what is its purpose
Young Master Qingfeng, who seemed to be in a trance, suddenly said, "This is called the God-granting Painting."
Hua Yue was stunned, "Imparting the divine painting?"
He muttered to himself several times, and suddenly his eyes widened, he grabbed the words on the table and jumped back, looking at Master Qingfeng warily: "How did you know this?"
"Because of this thing," Young Master Qingfeng's lips were dry and bloodless. He opened and closed his lips several times and looked straight at Hua Yue and said, "Because this thing is the magic weapon of my Huajin Sect."
Huayue's face suddenly changed. He did not dare to hesitate and rushed out with the canvas. As soon as his hand touched the door, a gust of wind blew from behind. Huayue felt a pain in the back of his neck and fell into darkness.
"I'm sorry..." In the end, only Master Qingfeng's painful voice was heard.
Young Master Qingfeng put the unconscious Huayue on the bed, and put the crying baby in Huayue's arms. He stood by the bed and looked at them for a while, as if yesterday's happiness was still before his eyes.
Young Master Qingfeng clenched his hands, his nails leaving bloody marks on his palms. After a long time, he took out a pill, scraped off some of the powder and fed it into the baby's mouth. The baby gradually stopped crying, with big tears on his face, and fell asleep sobbing.
After feeding the remaining pills to Huayue, Master Qingfeng took the canvas that Huayue was holding tightly in her hand and whispered, "I'm sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left resolutely. After leaving, he still set up a barrier for the two people in the room.
After doing all this, Master Qingfeng flew away on his sword.
After such a long time, he almost forgot that he was the head of Huajinmen.
The divine diagram reminded him what he should do.
He should have immediately sent the painting back to the sect.
*
In the general's mansion, the general was painting in his study.
There was a sudden noise at the door, and the ink from the pen dropped, ruining the painting. The general frowned unhappily, "What happened outside?"
The noise outside was even louder. The general was about to go out to take a look when the door of the study was suddenly pushed open and two handsome young men in Taoist robes walked in.
The general narrowed his eyes slightly and put down his pen. "Who are you two?"
One of the two men, a gentle man with a gentle smile, asked, "Is the general the one who visited Taohua Village not long ago?"
The general nodded calmly: "Not bad. I wonder if you two have any suggestions?"
"It's not so much about giving advice," the man said with a smile, "I just want to ask the general if he knows where my junior fellow apprentice is now."
The general's eyes flickered.
The two people who found the general's mansion were naturally Yun Jing and Yun Cheng. Yun Cheng saw a painting on the table and walked forward very naturally. When he saw it, his smile deepened, "The general is actually painting my junior brother."
The eldest brother raised his eyes, walked over, and looked at the drawing paper from a distance at the table.
This painting has only outlined the shape and is not yet finished, but you can see that the painter has a skilled brush tip and has a clear idea of each stroke, and the painting is extremely beautiful and neat.
The upper body has been painted with a light color, and the eyes on the face are delicately painted, with distinct eyelashes, a smile in the eyes, and slightly raised eye corners.
My junior fellow apprentice looked exactly the same as before.
The eldest brother reached out his hand and gently stroked the face of the person in the painting twice, "Second Junior Brother, come and see if Junior Brother Yunshu has lost weight?"
Yun Cheng said: "Big Brother, I don't see where you have lost weight, and I think you should be very happy."
He pointed at the corner of Pei Yunshu's lips, "Her eyebrows are smiling, her eyes are full of affection, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised. She doesn't look like she has been deprived of her love and is cold and icy."
The eldest brother withdrew his hand and said sadly, "He is indeed not as cold-hearted as those in the sect."
"General, you haven't finished painting yet," Yun Cheng smiled gently. He looked at the general and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation. "General, please continue. After you finish painting, we will have a good talk with you."
After knowing that these two people were the immortal's senior brothers, the general remained very calm. He nodded slightly to Yun Cheng, then changed a pen, wiped off the drop of ink that had just dripped, and used light red water to color the lips of the person in the painting.
The red light water deepens again and again, and the slightly curled corners of the lips become even more beautiful.
The red water reflects on the portrait, and the lips are as red as peach blossoms, bright red and graceful, making people want to taste the flavor of the lips of the person in the painting.
Yun Jing and Yun Cheng watched carefully from the side, waiting until the general finished the last stroke.
After he put down the pen, Yun Cheng waved his sleeves, and the general was knocked against the wall out of thin air. Then he felt a suffocating sensation in his neck, and he was grabbed by the neck and dragged into the air along the wall.
"General, do you know where my junior brother has gone?" Yun Cheng asked politely.
The general took a few deep breaths, and knowing that he could not resist, he stopped his useless resistance. His eyes were deep, and he said hoarsely, "The Immortal has not told me."
Yun Cheng turned and looked at the eldest senior brother.
The eldest brother summoned a gust of wind to dry the drawing paper, and then put it into the storage bag. He glanced at the general calmly and said, "Junior brother, don't bother with him."
"I just feel a little unhappy," Yun Cheng smiled, "A mortal who has only met Junior Brother a few times actually has the guts to covet Junior Brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, sharp winds fell on the general like a rain of arrows, especially on the hand that had just been painting, which was injured and bleeding profusely.
Yun Cheng finally stopped laughing. He looked at the general solemnly, his dark eyes showing indifference that he didn't take him seriously. "It is important for a person to know himself."
A murderous look flashed in the general's eyes, and he lowered his head to hide it.
*
Less than a day after Young Master Qingfeng left, Yun Jingyuncheng arrived at the west coast with the help of the portrait.
Once they arrived at the west coast, they didn't need to spend too much time looking for it, because there was only one courtyard with a barrier on the entire west coast.
The two of them entered the courtyard together, pushed open the door, and saw Huayue and a baby who had fainted.
Yun Cheng's smiling eyes suddenly paused, and he stared at Hua Yue, "He is not dead!"
The junior brother is with him, and he knows that he is not dead!
Yun Cheng's eyes flashed with anger, and the eldest senior brother called out softly, "Second Junior Brother."
Yun Cheng came back to his senses, suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, and with a cold face, he raised his hand to feel Hua Yue's pulse and fed her a pill. After a while, Hua Yue woke up slowly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a voice that frightened him.
"Where is Yunshu?"
Hua Yue's eyes suddenly widened. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw the senior brother of the beautiful Yun Shu who had killed him and captured him once.
With a "bang", he was frightened into his original form.
Now that's good, Yuncheng narrowed his eyes and seemed to recognize Huayue's prototype.
Because he killed the fox, his junior fellow apprentice hated him, so he wanted to catch a similar fox to give to his junior fellow apprentice, so he went back to the Demon Market and found him not far from where he killed the fox.
When Yun Cheng gave the fox to his junior brother that day, his junior brother smiled at him.
This fox is really important in the junior brother's heart.
He also personally gave the fox to his junior fellow apprentice.
The colder Yun Cheng's voice became, the more murderous he became. "Where is Junior Brother Yun Shu?"
"Yun Shu was captured," Hua Yue's voice trembled and shook, "He was sucked into a painting, and the painting was taken away by... the evil cultivators from Hua Jin Sect."
The eldest brother and Yun Cheng frowned together.
They knew what kind of sect Hua Jin Men was. "If I remember correctly, the one called Zou Yu seemed to be the leader of Hua Jin Men as well?"
Yun Cheng turned sideways and asked the eldest senior brother.
The eldest brother nodded and frowned, "He has bad intentions towards Junior Brother Yunshu."
Hua Yue said: "He, he will definitely do something bad to Yun Shu. The big demons of Hua Jin Sect are all shameless."
Yun Cheng glanced at Fox with a half-smile, then picked him up and planned to leave, "Brother, let's go and ask them why Hua Jin Sect wanted to capture my Shan Shui Sect's disciples."
"Wait a minute," the eldest senior brother stopped Yun Cheng. He carefully pulled out a portrait from his sleeve, shook it open and placed it in front of Hua Yue. "Is the painting that Yun Shu was sucked away similar to this one?"
Hua Yue's lifeline was pinched, his hands and feet were curled up, he looked up at the portrait in Yun Cheng's hand with some despair, but when he saw the eyes, he was stunned.
"Exactly the same," he murmured. "Exactly the same portrait."
"The people from Huajinmen are still related to that general," the eldest brother collected the portrait, pondered for a while, and said to the second brother, "Brother, take him away."
Yuncheng nodded and was about to take the fox away, but Huayue pointed at the baby and said, "Take that baby with you too!"
Hua Yue couldn't leave the baby here to starve to death, so in a hurry, he could only link the baby to Pei Yunshu: "That's the beautiful Yunshu's child!"
With a loud bang, the wooden table in the room was smashed into powder by a palm.
The faces of the eldest senior brother and Yun Cheng had never been so ugly. The looks in their eyes suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea.
Junior fellow's child
Junior fellow apprentice actually... has a child.