My brother is so cunning.

After wandering around the Xinwa Palace, Master Tongtian sat back on the sofa, raised his feet again, and took a quite comfortable spread position.

The screen of Xuantian Baojing switched back to "The Ancient Legend: The Lich Has No Love", and he watched it with interest, directly leaving Nuwa and the Three Saints of Huoyundong there.

There is no need to say anything about his attitude. With a reasonable excuse, Master Tongtian didn't even bother to explain a few words to his great disciple.

"Brother Tongtian Dao, the truth is not what everyone sees. All this must be a trick played by that little evildoer!"

Empress Nuwa said aggrievedly: "When he acted wildly in my palace, his mean face was so serious that it could make people angry to death. I never thought that he would take advantage of me to leave, turn around and pretend to be a good person!"

The leader of Tongtian didn't even look at her. The key plot of "The Legend of the Ancients" was being played out. The heroine, the demon fox Tushan Susu, knew that the young man from the Wu clan who she fell in love with was her father-killing enemy. She was confused for a while and didn't know what to do. good……

This plot is quite cliche. College students in Liberty City are making all sorts of complaints online, but the Tongtian Cult Master likes to watch it.

As a person who has lived there, Master Tongtian has experienced the era of the Lich War. When he was traveling in the mortal world, he met characters similar to the male and female protagonists in the play.

The bloody plot in the play was almost experienced and witnessed by the leader of Tongtian Cult in reality.

Watching this bloody drama now brings back memories that have been dusted for thousands of years, and I am almost full of nostalgia. The mentality of watching the drama is completely different from the young people in Liberty City who pursue novelty.

"Okay, okay, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

With his back to Nuwa, the leader of Tongtian said impatiently: "If you insist, I will ask that boy to come over and apologize to you, but the premise is that the newly built Wa Palace must be demolished for you. The problem that an apology can solve does not need to be wasted. The treasures of heaven and earth, wouldn’t it be good to use those good things in Lishan?”

"This is not a matter of a few natural resources, but a matter of principle!"

Nuwa argued with reason: "Sages like us are pure and perfect, how can our judgment be affected by the treasures of the troubled world?"

"Oh, really? Then please wait a few days. I will send a message to the boy to demolish the new palace and restore it to its old appearance. He will come right away."

Nuwa said with a cold face: "The dignity of a saint cannot be desecrated, as it should be!"

The Tongtian Cult Master patiently switched the screen of Xuantian Treasure Mirror, turned off the screen of the TV series that attracted him, and once again switched back to the projection of spiritual thoughts in the mortal world.

The scene of Xinwa Imperial Palace appeared again.

"etc……"

In her anger just now, Nuwa did not take a closer look. This time, whether intentionally or accidentally, the Tongtian Cult Master stayed on the screen for a moment longer, and the projection clarity was a bit higher than before.

What is reflected in the picture is the huge jade relief on the wall of Xinwa Palace.

A series of beautiful relief scenes came into view. Once Nuwa saw it, she could no longer pull it out.

A rough count shows that there are no less than a hundred huge reliefs in the Xinwa Palace, each one different and all made with unique craftsmanship. These murals are organically combined to completely tell an ancient epic that spans ten thousand years.

These murals are carved on heavenly white jade. Every piece of that white jade is priceless, but jade has a price, and art is priceless.

If the new palace is demolished, these exquisite murals will inevitably be destroyed. Hundreds of pieces of rare fairy jade will be destroyed, and Nuwa will not even frown.

But when she thought that those murals telling the legend of Nuwa would disappear and never see the light of day again, and that mortals would never be able to look up to them, Nuwa could not help but feel a little unbearable.

The scene moved to the painted murals in the inner hall. The more Nuwa looked at them, the more she fell in love with them. These murals were dimensionally reduced in every aspect, including painting skills, composition, conception, and techniques, which impacted the previous murals.

After all, the people who painted the previous murals were ancient people, so the style of painting was a bit primitive cave style. Nuwa was painted like a graffiti villain, and it was impossible to tell who she was. There was only a halo on the head to represent the identity of the deity.

It's a bit like the picture of Zhu Zhishan's chicken pecking at rice...

The version replaced by Wen Rui is almost as meticulously created by modern illustrators, and any one can be used as a computer standby desktop.

The picture level has simply evolved directly from Atari to a 3A masterpiece, and the dimensionality reduction has been reduced by more than one dimension.

There is a saying that "there used to be a sea of ​​water, but Wushan is not a cloud." Nuwa thought about it carefully, if she really replaced all the indoor and outdoor murals with the old version, she would look at the old version and think about the new version every day in the future.

It is better to just whitewash it, leaving nothing new or old, simply out of sight and out of mind.

But even if it is whitewashed, looking at the big white walls everywhere, I am afraid that from time to time, the beautiful paintings I have seen will appear in my mind.

She couldn't help but start to get confused.

The picture in Xuantian's mirror switched again, showing the artifacts in the palace in more detail. Only then did Nuwa realize that there were little surprises everywhere, and the builder's intentions could be seen everywhere.

The original gauze curtains were all plain, but the replaced version was embroidered with intricate and orderly patterns.

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Even small objects such as palace lanterns, candlesticks, incense burners and futons have unique designs, and any of them can be used as exhibits in art exhibitions.

And the overall style, although varied, has a clear and unified theme, all centered around praising Nuwa's achievements and virtues.

If such a good new palace is demolished, it will never be rebuilt. Even if the human race worships Nuwa as the only true god and builds a temple for her with the whole race's strength, no matter how much natural materials and treasures are spent, such an art palace cannot be built.

Moreover, although Nuwa is a saint outside the world, she also knows that the top talents in the human world are all in the College of Humanities and Arts of Liberty City University.

I think the construction of this new Nuwa Palace must be because Wen Rui, the founder of the university, recruited their works.

Once it is destroyed and restored to its original appearance, without Wen Rui's support, it will be more difficult to gather these artists together than to repair the sky.

Observing Nuwa's uncertain expression with a cold eye, Tongtian Sect Master looked indifferent, as if he had expected it, and urged: "Hurry up and choose. I am such a noble man, and I have the responsibility of carrying all things in the world on my shoulders. How can I have the time to waste time with you and delay the great things of the world?"

Nuwa gnashed her teeth in hatred. Just now, she saw him watching a soap opera in the mortal world out of boredom, but now he was talking as if he was devoting himself to the world and was busy with all kinds of affairs.

"Well... can you apologize and keep the New Wa Palace?"

"You have the nerve to say that you want both."

Tongtian Patriarch had been waiting for her here for a long time, and he was furious: "My disciple only offended you with words, and you made a big deal out of a small mistake, asking for this and that! You are not the first one to bully my disciples and blackmail me, Tongtian!"

Tongtian Patriarch's momentum suddenly rose, and he said sternly: "Now my tens of thousands of disciples are scattered or dead, and there are only a few left. I dare to fight Yuanshi Tianzun and Taishang Laojun if they are forced into a corner. How are you compared to these two saints?"