allendalepharm Chapter 1351
Chapter 1351
"Quack..."
The white duck walked on the way to the sect with a step that didn't recognize any relatives, and his eyes were full of deep thought, "Although the sixth junior brother is a little murderous and his words are crazy, he is still my junior brother. He should agree to this request."
"Quack quack."
It suddenly laughed, and its steps became faster and faster. When passing by a disciple's cave, it suddenly stopped and asked, "Daoyou Zhang?"
"Hmm?"
In the cave, the disciple named Zhang's face changed slightly, and he didn't respond.
"Observing the spiritual energy around, Daoyou Zhang is not breaking through smoothly. I just came from Yang Langzi. He has entered the Mahayana Profound Realm a few years ago. He said he would kill you with one palm. You have to be careful."
"Don't worry... Daoyou Baiya." In the cave, the disciple named Zhang spoke in a low voice and gritted his teeth.
"Quack~ I just came to see if you are still alive."
The white duck showed a bright smile, "If you die in this deserted mountain where no one cares, we will come to help you collect your body because of our friendship for many years. Don't worry, everyone in the sect knows that I, Bai Ya, am the most righteous!"
"Get lost!"
In the cave, there was a roar like a lion's roar, shaking the rocks on all sides.
"Quack~!"
The white duck screamed and jumped up, and quickly ran and dived, looking back and shouting while running, "Zhang Daoyou, your talent and opportunity are not as good as Yang Langzi, and the woman you like has been robbed, but you can't vent your anger on me, right?"
"We cultivators pay attention to the naturalness of the Tao heart, how can we be disturbed by external things."
"I passed by here and visited and cared for you with good intentions, but you treated me like this?!"
"Get lost!!"
"Quack~~~"
The white duck was crazy Escape, shake your head and sigh, this boy has a weak heart... He actually took good intentions for granted, and finally turned into an angry cry, "Ha! Fellow Daoist Zhang, if you die suddenly, I will not come to collect your body in the future!"
"Our friendship is over!"
"Ah! I will kill you!"
Boom...
The smoke and dust rolled in the back, and a disciple with an angry face rushed out of the cave, and it seemed that he was holding a large knife several dozen feet long in his hand, vowing to cut the white duck into pieces.
Swish~
The white duck was very good at escaping, and it ran away in a flash, leaving the disciple named Zhang alone in the mountains.
The next day.
A green road opened under the Mo Ling Immortal Pond, as if to lead the white duck. The latter was delighted, worthy of being its sixth junior brother, sensible!
It carefully took care of its spotless white feathers and walked towards this formation road with great satisfaction.
To him, this white feather is the clothing of a cultivator, a style. Even though he had killed demons and monsters outside, the white feather was not stained with blood, which was also related to his love of drinking those clear and spiritual waters.
Beside the fairy pond.
Chen Xun was still painting, still the same painting.
The white duck came swaggeringly, quacking and laughing, but suddenly his expression was stunned, and his eyes were attracted by the painting.
The painting...
How come it seems to be alive? !
The world inside it seems to be changing with the passage of time, deriving one story after another. In the vast sea of people, there is a cowherd boy, and they live in a city.
They work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
The city is very lively, there are cultivators, blood-eating people... I can't see their appearance clearly.
It is quite peaceful and beautiful.
The white duck seemed to have calmed down, and his eyes showed a trace of enjoyment, as if he was realizing the truth. He actually realized a sense of peace and tranquility in the painting.
Suddenly!
Time passed, and the years evolved.
The sky sank, and the earth shook.
The world seemed to be torn apart, and darkness and death filled the world... Looking around, there were only corpses.
"Ga?!"
The white duck looked pale, whiter than its white feathers. It quickly stepped back a few steps and dared not look again. It felt as if it was hit in the mind, as if it was seriously injured!
And it seemed to have hallucinations. The painting was still dead, disordered and chaotic, and nothing could be seen clearly.
"Sixth Junior Brother!"
The white duck shouted, looking around vigilantly, "There are evil spirits here!"
Today the sun is bright, the breeze is peaceful, and it is bright and beautiful.
But the white duck only felt a sense of coldness invading its heart, which was more terrifying than the great cold in Kyushu.
"Fourth Senior Brother."
A gentle voice seemed to caress the world, and the white duck was startled. The strange feeling just now completely disappeared. It stared at Chen Xun's back in a daze, and it was very unfamiliar.
"Why are you here?" Chen Xun smiled and turned his head, stopped the brush in his hand, and his eyes were very clear.
"Quack~~"
The white duck smiled awkwardly. Could it be that it was attacked by a disciple of the sect with a trick? It was actually in a trance in front of the sixth junior brother.
It sat on the ground: "Sixth Junior Brother, I heard that you have returned.I came here to see you."
"I see." Chen Xun nodded and continued to paint quietly.
The white duck moved. Although he didn't want to look at the painting anymore, curiosity still drove him. He moved carefully to Chen Xun's side. His huge body was taller than Chen Xun.
"Fourth Brother, outsiders all praise my extraordinary talent in the immortal way..."
Chen Xun murmured, and naturally saw the white duck sticking his head over, "But how do the old Taoists in Tianji Dao Palace know that my talent is actually in painting skills, singing skills, etc."
Speaking of this, his eyes showed a look of contempt for the world: "Are there any painting immortals or painting saints in the three thousand worlds now? I wonder how much worse they are than me?"
In addition to his lack of confidence in his immortal talent, Chen Xun has always been like this. After all, Gu Lisheng has to admit defeat in front of Chen Xun, and he really can't brag about him!
"Huh? "The white duck thought seriously, "Sixth Junior Brother, are you speaking from the heart?"
"Of course." Chen Xun said calmly, "Fourth Senior Brother, it seems that there are painting immortals and painting saints in this world of three thousand. Interesting."
"No, it's not..." The white duck looked solemn, staring at the painting, "To be honest, Junior Brother, I have lived for thousands of years, but I have never seen such a painting. At first glance, it is really amazing."
"Hahaha..."
Chen Xun laughed and looked at the white duck. With this sentence, all past grudges were wiped out. He knew the goods!
However.
Before the white duck finished speaking, he said solemnly: "Look again..."
"Oh? "
Chen Xun stopped writing, his eyes slightly brightened, he never minded others praising his painting skills, no matter how exaggerated, he would not think it was exaggerated, no matter how much praise, he loved to hear it.
"Looking at it again, the brushwork is pale... the brushwork is messy, missing a lot, adding unnecessary details... it is unbearable to look at. "
The white duck had a thoughtful look in his eyes, and he talked freely and pointed out Jiangshan. "Sixth Junior Brother, you need to practice your painting skills more. There are many masterpieces in our master's Siwu Hall. You can copy them..."
Just as it was chattering and pointing out.
The white duck didn't notice that Chen Xun's face had gradually become gloomy, and the breeze had become a little cold. The Mo Lingxian Pond was actually forming a strange vortex, and the vitality of heaven and earth was turbulent.
Even the old cow didn't dare to comment on his painting skills like this...
Huh!
The white duck paused and looked around in astonishment. Why is this?!
"Fourth Senior Brother..."
"Ah, ah?"
"You are here to get water from the Mo Lingxian Pond. "Chen Xun's deep voice seemed to echo in the world, pouring into the ears of the white duck like a devil's sound, and the latter nodded in a daze.
Boom!
The vitality of the world was rioting, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky, and thunderstorms.
"Sixth Junior Brother!!!" The white duck screamed desperately, and was pressed into the Mo Ling Immortal Pool by Chen Xun's palm, and fluttered wildly, "Sixth Junior Brother!!! Ga~~ Help me!!!"
Boom...
The Mo Ling Immortal Pool was surging like a wave, and the white duck screamed miserably, and shouted again to explain: "Sixth Junior Brother, your paintings are really ugly, and my senior brother didn't lie to you, why is it like this? ! "
Its immortal path was suppressed by a magnificent force, and there was no room for resistance at all.
"You...! "
Chen Xun was a little upset by the white duck's words, and he pressed the duck's head into the fairy pond, "You plotted against me back then, and I was planning to stop targeting you today, but it seems I can't let you go!"
"Ga~"
The white duck was still flapping its wings in the fairy pond, its facial features almost twisted, "Sixth Junior Brother, it's a misunderstanding! I will never say your paintings are ugly again! Help! ! "Coo ...