Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

The sky is full of confetti like flying ashes, and the withered mirror is sitting in the flying ashes, holding a broken pen with blood in his hand, and the wooden table containing the drawing paper is cracked into several petals.The maids serving around were frightened by the loud noise, and subconsciously knelt down on the ground, after the loud noise, the entire Fenggu Palace was silent.

After a while, Ku Jing put down the broken pen in his hand, turned to the maids kneeling on the ground and sighed: "Don't be afraid, go do your own thing."

"But the devil, your hand..." A servant girl reminded Ku Jing that the hand that was holding the pen just now was cut off by the broken pen, and blood gurgled from her hand to the floor.

"No problem." Ku Jing said lightly, but did not stop the bleeding.

Now that she said so, the kneeling maids also got up one after another, and continued to do whatever they were doing before.In fact, they all know that Mr. Feng Gu has the best temper among the Twelve Lords, but kneeling is written in their code of conduct when things happen, so they can only kneel helplessly several times a day, kneeling left and right Kneeling will not be punished.It's just that there have been rumors outside the Palace of Fenggu recently, saying that there are often maids in the Palace of Fenggu who mysteriously disappear after being called to the room by Lord Fenggu, so that the maids in other halls dare not come to visit.

Then what is the missing maid?The leading maid in Fenggu Palace shook her head secretly. These rumors are not much different from those rumors when Fenggujun first came here. At that time, there was a soul in every painting of Fenggujun, which also made the little maids who served panic. , I have the slightest bit of unhappiness in my body, so I wonder if my anger has been swallowed up by the master's painting, and the result?One by one, after they came to the Hall of Virtue, the food was ready, and they walked like the wind. The leading maid even suspected that some of the maids under him could run horses on their arms.

Ku Jing naturally didn't know what the maids who had been watching her were thinking, she got up and left the place just now so that the maids could clean it up, and she went to the front of the court and took a look at the paintings that the maids took out and put them on the easel.These paintings should have been there for a while, and some papers have become yellow and brittle. Dry Mirror never adds anything to these ordinary paintings, so they still follow the law of natural extinction.Surprisingly, Ku Jing saw those painted on Kunlun in these paintings that were dried, and the spring, summer, autumn and winter of Kunlun Shenmu were also among them.

"The world is a big dream, how often is autumn cool in the world?" Ku Jing caressed the first autumn scene and sighed, many things were caused by these four paintings.To the Dryad, these four paintings may be disasters, but to the Dry Mirror, I don't know if they are considered ones.A magical spring breeze pen, which makes many people envious.How many people say that Ku Jing's attainments in painting can reach the current level all because of a spring breeze brush to make people angry.If it is true that she needs others to be angry every time she draws a picture, judging from the things she has painted in the Yanluo Palace for so many years, it is afraid that the life of the entire Yanluo Palace will not be enough for her to use.

Ku Jing stood in front of these four paintings for a while, a blood drop from a scratch on his hand just now floated into these four paintings, and the traces of the passage of time faded from these four paintings in a flash of light, and they turned back into The way they were originally drawn.

"Mojun, do you want to put these four paintings away separately?" Seeing her action, the big servant girl came over and asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry to trouble you." Ku Jing and the big maid said with a smile, she didn't bother to establish prestige when talking about strength.

"By the way, I'm going to go out to Penglai again. If other people come to see me while I'm there, you can say that I'm wandering. If it's my wife who comes to see me, tell her that I'm in Penglai." Ku Jing After thinking about it, he said again.

She was going to Penglai once, not for the feast, but for Master Wumin, whom she knew to be sanctified.

The painting she had just been crushed was the old scene of Penglai that she couldn't paint.

In fact, Hua Yan didn't know that in the hundreds of years since Ku Jing left Penglai Island, Ku Jing had met Master Wumin once.

That was the day when Venerable Wu Compassion crossed the catastrophe and became holy, the churning thunder clouds and the leaking true energy disturbed the living beings hundreds of miles away.Ku Jing happened to wander here, knowing that someone was going through the catastrophe here, so she naturally flew out to the center of the catastrophe cloud, and then she found that the one who crossed the catastrophe was none other than her master, the Venerable Wu Compassionate.

At that time, Master Wumin was not in a good state of being exhausted after he sacrificed his life to save others, but the thunder cloud hanging above his head was the most dangerous thing I had ever seen. There are demon cultivators and demon cultivators, and Ku Jing knows that among these people, there are those who can only watch curiously, and some who are waiting to take advantage of the ulterior motives. The former may not necessarily hope that the Ascension of Mercy will succeed, but the latter must hope that he will fail.

Ku Jing was the former at the beginning, standing by and watching the master exhausted.The first thundercloud struck down and hit the barrier set by Master Wu Min, the barrier was as immovable as a mountain and was not damaged at all.After the second pass, the enchantment was still safe and sound.The third, the fourth... the ninth, the place where the enchantment was hit cracked a spider web pattern, and the thunder calamity that fell after that all hit that point, and each one was more menacing than the last.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and finally it was so heavy that the raindrops would hurt her body. Standing in the rain, Ku Jing did not take any measures to cover the rain. Someone who had been peeping at her expanded the range of the magic weapon to cover the rain.Ku Jing turned his head and thanked him softly, and then continued to look at Master Wu Min who was sitting cross-legged in the barrier without blinking.

A crisp sound was inaudible amidst the muffled thunder, Ku Jing raised his eyes and saw that the barrier had been broken, and the next moment a bolt of lightning struck down like a snake and hit Master Wu Min's head.Venerable Master Wumin still seemed at ease, a white bead beside him floated up and turned into a long-tailed white bird pecking at the thunder and lightning, the electric snake struggled but was easily swallowed.That white bird swallowed more than 20 thunders, until No.60 two thunders came down. This thunder swallowed mountains and rivers with air. After the white bird was engulfed in flames and wailed, countless black powder shook from the thunder. Then, like a spirit, the thunder attacked Master Wu Min again.Master Wumin still didn't move, instead he closed his eyes with a deep groan. The moment he closed his eyes, a translucent phantom three feet high appeared behind him. After seeing that thunderstorm, the light and shadow interlaced several times, and the illusion split the thunderstorm into two pieces.

Then another 99 thunders came down. Although the phantom was lucky to win each time it fought with them, it went from bad to worse as time went by, gradually showing signs of decline.And the onlookers also knew that the last few thunderbolts were the ones that would determine life and death. If they guessed correctly, this should be the highest specification of Thunder Tribulation, [-] profound thunderbolts.

No.90 Five thunders fell, and the illusion of being bitten off by the previous thunder disappeared. Master Wumin opened his eyes and swung his sword to meet him, but he didn't stand firmly on the upper hand like the previous two times.

No.90 Eight Paths is the most terrifying thunder in the entire thunder tribulation. Only the crowd exclaimed. Wrapped in thunder and fire.Immediately afterwards, the last thunder is about to come.

"The last one is the weakest thunder, it doesn't matter whether he is dead or not, let's rush to repair it together!" I don't know who spoke at this time, and there were echoes from all directions amidst the sound of the rainstorm, and black figures rushed to the ground. To the person who crossed the catastrophe.The last thunderbolt was not a calamity of thunder, but a calamity of people's hearts.Throughout the ages, how many comprehension worlds have fallen not because of thunder calamity, but because of greedy fellows.

Ku Jing also followed them, but not for the purpose of winning treasures and rushing to repair.

"My lord of strength and bone is here, who dares to open it indiscriminately." The dry mirror shouted in front of Master Wu Min who was still in the fire, and the spring breeze drew an ink mark to repel the crowd.

Moxiu, who had stabilized his figure, recognized Ku Jing, and yelled at her, "Mr. Fenggu, as the Demon Lord of the Yanluo Temple, why should he help a person from the Dao Realm overcome the tribulation!"

"Oh, as I like!" Ku Jing sneered, and the Spring Breeze Brush drew heavy marks in the rain. In an instant, ink shadows flickered, turning into birds, beasts, insects and fish, rushing towards this group of greedy people like wolves.

But anyone who does such immoral deeds, apart from the enemies of the robbers, must be some incompetent gangsters. At this time, Ku Jing's cultivation base has not yet reached its peak, but it is enough to deal with them.Finally, No.90 Nine Thunders fell, turned around facing those people's dry mirror, and used ink as a guide to tie a black veil to cover the head of Master Wumin who was still in the fireball.The last thunder fell in the veil and scattered into lightning that was not to be feared, but the matter was not over. Master Wumin was still in the flames, which proved that he was still fighting against the No.90 eight thunders.

So those greedy people who have been defeated and fought repeatedly have not left yet, they will just step back a few steps and continue to stare at them, waiting for Master Wumin to be killed by that bolt of lightning.

Ku Jing still held the Spring Breeze brush in front of Master Wu Min, waiting quietly.

"Mr. Fenggu, I think the person behind you is not good enough, why don't you get out of the way, we let you divide the big head first!" The person who spoke just now had half of his face shattered by Mo Hun, but he still endured the pain Give fantasy to the cultivation base that is at your fingertips.

"He is my master." Ku Jing said coolly.

It was also at this time that the thick dark clouds split open to both sides for a moment and a golden light fell down. When Ku Jing looked back, he saw Master Wu Min bathed in the golden light in ragged clothes, and the purple flames around him had already been extinguished.

Seeing this, Ku Jing turned around and wanted to leave, then Wu Min who was about to ascend said, "Ku Jing, I have something to tell you as a teacher."

"Master, please speak."

"At the beginning, I was wrong as a teacher. You are right. The Tao of ruthlessness is the Tao, and the Tao of affection is also the Tao. There is no distinction between good and evil. A teacher should not drive you out of Penglai because of this."

Ku Jing's eyelashes moved, and said softly: "I have found the way I yearn for, so there is no need to mention this matter."

"Master, you should go."

Venerable Wu Min was not in a hurry, but bathed in merit and continued: "Master once made a divination for you after you left Penglai."

"What did you figure out?" Ku Jing asked.

"Whether it's right or wrong, success or failure, turn your head and empty your head!" Master Wu Min replied, Ku Jing was slightly startled when he heard the words.

Master Wumin said again: "Ku Jing, you can come here today to help me listen to my words, which proves that the friendship between you and me as a teacher and student still exists. If this is the case, you must remember the words of being a teacher."

"Success or failure, success or failure..." Ku Jing recited this sentence in a low voice, and said with a smile, "I understand."

"Congratulations to Master for attaining enlightenment." Withered mirror cupped his hands, Master Wumin ascended in golden light under her gaze.

"Ku Jing, if you feel confused in the future, you might as well go back to Penglai."

All of a sudden, the whole place was cloudless and rainy, and the sun was shining through the sun, and a bright rainbow hung above the dry mirror.

In the distance, someone yelled for Master and rushed towards her, but Ku Jing turned and left before she arrived.

"Success and failure turn empty."

The light boat was breaking through the waves, Ku Jing read this sentence and raised her eyes, the familiar and unfamiliar Penglai Island appeared in front of her.