Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

Noticing Yan Xizhi's state, Chen Xian'an shrugged, "Well, Xizhi, go and take out the calligraphy and paintings in my room and hang them in the courtyard to dry."

"Good son."

Yan Xizhi put down the book case on his back. On the left side of the courtyard, there was a small room with the words "library" written on it.

In the courtyard of the academy, he noticed that there was also a building called the library, but that building was still under construction.

When the door was opened, there was a faint smell of dust inside.

It looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a while.

There are bookshelves on both sides, and some calligraphy and paintings are hung randomly.

Yan Xizhi didn't feel anything at first, but the moment his eyes met those calligraphy and paintings, his body became stiff.

The artistic conception in the painting seemed to come alive, communicating with his thoughts.

The people in the painting seem to have life, they will appear in their own lives and communicate with others.

Flesh and blood, has its own emotions.

The scene in the painting seemed to be real, and Yan Xizhi felt that he could not breathe smoothly.

In particular, that strange artistic conception, which seems to be there and seems to be absent, provokes his nerves. Since his master, he has not felt this kind of feeling for a long time.

Gently took off the calligraphy and painting, greedily breathed the smell on it, wishing that both eyes would be drilled into the calligraphy and painting.

outside.

Seeing that Yan Xizhi hadn't come out, Chen Xian'an was a little confused.

The study room shouldn't be big, can I still get lost?
Just when he was about to go in to check the situation, the door was gently pushed open, and Yan Xizhi walked out stiffly.

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Chen Xian'an stepped forward and patted the other party's shoulder, only then did he see the light gather in the other party's eyes again.

"Elder-in-law... son."

"It's the young master, not the young master."

Chen Xian'an's face was full of black lines, "What's wrong with you, I just let you in to get calligraphy and paintings, why is it like losing your soul?"

"I····"

Yan Xizhi suddenly looked at Chen Xian'an, his eyes were shining brightly.

"My lord, please teach me how to paint. I fell in love with your calligraphy and painting instantly."

Chen Xian'an was taken aback by the other party's sudden change, "Why do you want to learn calligraphy and painting?"

"Xizhi has been studying literature and Taoism for more than ten years. He already has his own understanding and insights into the philosophy and knowledge of his ancestors, but he has not yet been exposed to the way of entertainment. The young master's calligraphy and painting impressed me at first sight. Please teach me calligraphy and painting."

Yan Xizhi bowed sincerely, although he was a bit presumptuous, but he really didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Chen Xian'an thought for a moment, but did not refuse.

In this world, there are really not many people who like to paint. In Lan Xing's words, the literati here are too utilitarian.

What Wen Zhidao pursues is to become holy through writing, and ultimately it is the desire for power.

A person like Yan Xizhi who really likes humanities and arts is very suitable for Chen Xian'an.

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Southern Xinjiang.

As the most mysterious of the five regions of the Demon Realm, it is shrouded in a layer of fog all year round.

Because the smog has different colors in different regions, it is also called the land of the five elements.

The five different colors of smoke actually represent the living conditions of five species with different habits here.

Blue-black foggy area.

This is the living area of ​​Gu Masters and various Gu things, and the one who controls this area is the largest Gu Master force in the Demon Realm—Wan Jiang.

As an evolutionary organization of the corpse exorcist family, Wan Jiang is proficient in almost all Gu techniques and Gu objects in the entire human world.

Also because of the organization's weird behavior style, it has a great reputation in the entire human world.

Of course, it's a bad reputation.

Especially when the watchman clan still existed, the war of the century broke out between the two sides, which directly led to the extinction of the watchman race.

Since then, there has been a tendency in Southern Border to be led by Gu Masters.

Wanjiang's territory is built in a jungle, which is completely invisible from the surface.

A wild boar who arrived here for the first time walked unhurriedly on the ground with its eyes wide open.

I heard from my companion that there is endless food here. In a ghost place like southern Xinjiang, is there really a paradise where there is endless food?
It doesn't believe it, but it wants to have a look, to see if it really exists.

As it was walking, it suddenly saw a small horn protruding from the ground. After being a pig for so many years, its intuition told it that there must be something there.

I tried my best to dig the ground with my pig's feet, and it turned out to be a small sapling, which seemed to have not fully grown.

The cyan saplings look delicious, and this reminds the pig of his favorite food, Chinese cabbage.

It couldn't bear the hunger, so it directly bit the young sapling.

Blue juice flowed from the pig's mouth cavity.

ho ho~~
The pig is very happy. After such a long time, it finally tasted real food.

My companions did not lie to me.

It continued to move forward, and there were still many such protrusions on the ground in front of it. If they were all such delicious little saplings, it would be heaven.

The pig walked on, like an abyss, disappearing into the darkness.

In the jungle, black mist and cyan mist are mixed together, like a weird ink painting.

Someone gently passed by, driving the mist to flow slowly.

The man was dressed in blue-black clothes, perfectly blending into the surrounding environment.

Below him, there were animal corpses on the ground. A hole was slowly opened in the center of the stomach of these animal corpses, and then blue saplings grew out of it.

The roots of the saplings, after digesting the nutrients of these animals, gave birth to long blue worms.

The man didn't react at all to this terrifying scene, his blue eyes were indifferent, but the light flowing in his eyes was colder than the darkness.

He kept walking, and the surrounding environment seemed to have not changed, it was still the same as before.

In a place like this, it's easy to lose yourself.

The man kept moving forward, his cloak fluttering non-stop with the wind and waves.

Finally, he stopped, raised his head, and looked forward.

Ahead, there was a huge shadow, and under the foggy environment, that piece of darkness fell down like a big hand, suppressing a large dark forest.

The caterpillars continuously gathered from the surroundings and entered the body of this object.

The man pulled back the cloak, revealing a ferocious face, with traces wriggling like horned dragons, and his bluish-black cheeks looked like the king of Hades in the underworld.

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the black shadow in front of him.

The purple-black thunder flew out of it, and shocked the man's body a few times, and the streaks on the man's body suddenly wriggled rapidly.

The man's face was painful, but his expression was a kind of crazy joy and morbid excitement.