Doomsday Rise

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Obviously it is a coffin, but after Liu Weian's mind was absorbed, he found that it was a world. The red dust is prosperous, and the streets are crowded with people, rappers, hawkers, and bargaining, which makes people feel like they have entered the ancient painting "A River on the Qingming Festival".

The scholar wearing a square scarf, shook his folding fan, and seemed to be analyzing the couplet. In fact, from the corner of his eyes, he looked at the big girl passing by on the street. From time to time, he could see the vendors pushing the wheelbarrow passing by, shouting: "Let One let, let one let..."

"My son, do you want to buy paintings? The paintings here are all from Tang Boju's mansion. All the paintings are exquisite. You pay ten if you leave them. You can take a look at the insects, fish and birds, statues of people, gods and ghosts, and sons. There is always something you like. "A slightly old voice sounded from my ear.

Liu Wei'an suddenly woke up and found himself standing in front of the calligraphy and painting booth. The owner of the booth was an old man with gray hair. His eyes were muddy, the deep zou lines and rough hands showed that his life was not rich.

The old man wore washed white linen and could not see the original color. There are more than 20 paintings on the booth. The paintings are not long, and you can smell the residual ink scent.

Liu Wei'an looked at himself again. He was dressed as a scholar. He didn't have a folding fan in his hand, but the fabric was excellent and luxurious. He should have spoken out about the wealthy family. He casually turned over a painting and asked, "How much silver?"

As soon as he uttered the words, he himself froze for a moment. The current habit is how much money and how much silver should be an ancient saying, why did he ask?

"No hurry, the son will look at the painting first, and then discuss the price after reading it. If the son thinks it is worth it, he will be worth one thousand taels. If the son thinks it is not worth it, then it will be ten taels." The stall owner said with a smile.

Liu Wei'an was taken aback again, and there was someone selling paintings like this. He couldn't help but glance at the stall owner. At this look, he was stunned. When I looked at the stall owner before, he looked impoverished and bent over by life, but now, the stall owner’s appearance has not changed, but his eyes have changed. It is peaceful but deep, like the sea, unfathomable.

"The little student is abrupt, look at the painting first, then discuss the price." Liu Wei'an lowered his head and carefully observed the painting. This is a painting of insects and birds. Liu Wei'an doesn’t have a basis in painting. He doesn’t know what to look at for sketching, tracing, and coloring. He doesn’t think the painting is so good at all. On the contrary, he feels that the painting is very bad. , Very young children do just like graffiti.

A bug is just a cloud of gray ink plus two black dots. The birds are also random. A larger cloud of gray ink is painted in the air or on the treetops. The two sides are expanded a bit to make wings, plump, and not afraid. The treetop was crushed.

He looked left and right, but he didn't see the goodness of the second painting. He was thinking that even if he painted it himself, he could paint better than this.

"My son, how about it? That's not bad, right? This was made by Tang Boju in his later years. It is a rare collection of painting techniques." The stall owner seemed to ask kindly.

"Shu Xiaosheng is clumsy, I didn't see the characteristics of this painting." Liu Wei'an hesitated for a moment, and felt that he was still telling the truth.

"The son takes a look again." The stall owner's voice was confused, and Liu Weian couldn't help lowering his gaze. This look turned into a flash of lightning and struck him.

boom--

Liu Wei'an was shocked, and his mind seemed to be split into a huge universe. Bugs, birds, branches, and rockery appeared in the universe. However, at this time, the bugs, birds, branches and rockery were no longer physical objects. Become a mysterious formation. A huge pen with no end in sight is sketching, drawing with one stroke. The formation is from simple to complex, from death to life, evolving, and in the higher part of the universe, a vast talisman is transformed into The Milky Way covers the universe, and stars shine in the Milky Way.

The soul calming charm, Liu Wei'an recognized this charm at a glance. Although he knew this talisman in the shape of a stele, he had studied it day and night and turned into ashes.

The formations outlined by the giant pen complement each other with the soul talisman. As the giant pen is swayed in the void, some things that were previously incomprehensible are now suddenly enlightened. There are more and more stars on the soul talisman, and some connected stars form lines. A feeling of fullness feeds back to the body, and Liu Wei'an feels inexplicably joy and satisfaction.

But soon, Liu Wei'an felt bad. As the giant pen was swung faster and faster, one by one the insects and birds formed, and the feeling of activity and fulfillment became stronger and stronger, and finally burst into flames. Up. Liu Wei'an was secretly uncomfortable. He knew that this was a situation where he had accepted too many things at once and couldn't pretend. However, in this situation, he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't even listen to it.

How to do?

The soul calming charm above his head is getting brighter

, If it was other time, so many stars were lit in a short time, he would jump up happily, but now, he wants to cry. If the body explodes, these things can still be kept in his mind, it's fine, if the body explodes, these things will follow the clouds and smoke, and he will regret it for a lifetime.

Just when the eyebrows were cracking, a familiar voice sounded. In an instant, when the universe was small, the Milky Way was dim, everything solidified into a painting in front of me. The painting of insects and birds was exactly the same as before, without any change.

"My son? How do you feel this time?" The stall owner still smiled, with a very good mentality, as if Liu Wei'an would buy it or not, he would not be bothered by it.

"I'm very satisfied with this painting, I don't know the price--" Liu Wei'an looked at the stall owner.

"It's not expensive, ten thousand taels." The stall owner raised a finger.

"It's really not expensive," Liu Wei'an realized when he wanted to take the money. He didn't bring the money. He was immediately embarrassed and looked at the stall owner: "Xiaosheng is in a hurry to go out. He forgot to bring silver. I don't know if I can take it on credit—— "

"No credit!" The stall owner interrupted him, and said in a hurry: "It doesn't matter if you don't bring silver. The son is a scholar. If you can leave a pair of calligraphy, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can also be exchanged."

"Really?" Liu Wei'an was surprised and delighted, working hard to draw a picture, his paintings are not valuable, but this insect and bird painting is priceless, he is great Earn.

"The old man pays attention to childishness in business. It is naturally true. However, the son can't paint arbitrarily, there is a requirement." The vendor said.

"What's the requirement?" Liu Wei'an felt cold, and he played at will. He could handle it, and paint according to the requirements. How did he paint? What if you ask him to take a portrait? I can't draw a cartoon pattern yet.

He looked at the stall owner nervously.

"Don't worry, the old man is good at all the topics he has." The stall owner said with a smile.

"Mr. Please write the question!" Liu Wei'an thought in his heart that the stall owner was bragging. How would he know what he was good at?

"The Dark Emperor's Scripture" or "Soul Restoration Talisman"!" The stall owner said lightly, causing Liu Wei'an to almost jump up. For a moment, his scalp was numb, and he looked at him in disbelief.

How would he know?