"No one in the world will think that Gongsun is the painting sage...he painted it wrong!"

"Only people from the Gongsun family can discover...the secret!"

"Starting with the Golden Cicada, passing by the Green River..." The man pointed to an intersection: "The real treasure house of Gong Nie is here! This is the secret hidden in the paintings of Gongsun Hua Sheng!"

"Did you know the location of Duke Nie's treasure house?"

The monk punched the man in the face without warning, causing his mouth to bleed.

After punching the man, the monk stared blankly at his fist and hurriedly explained: "No, ah no, it was his fist that moved by itself..."

But the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, his eyes were blazing, as if he was hiding a burning fire, and he pointed at that place: "Take me there... take me there!"

The monk once again carried the man on his back and crossed the desert.

Ten days later.

They arrived at a barren mountain, not far from the oasis. The barren mountain had been exposed to wind and sun, and its surface was dry and cracked. Hidden in a hidden spot on the mountain wall of the barren mountain was a sculpture that resembled a golden cicada. It had long been weathered and could not be distinguished.

initial shape.

Twisting the golden cicada, a huge stone moved away, revealing the inside.

"I'll go in by myself."

"Meow!"

The meow in his arms replied, and the monk watched helplessly as the man climbed into the treasure house using his hands instead of his feet.

Five days later, the man with dry lips crawled out again, and the monk hurriedly stepped forward to give him water. After a full drink, the man let out a hearty laugh. He threw Xiao Fengmiao aside and held the monk's shoulders tightly with both hands.

"I know! I know how to get out!"

"When I left Chang An, I subconsciously said 'she was taken away' instead of 'she is dead' or 'she is gone'. I was immersed in Chang An at that time, and even though I just blurted it out inadvertently, it was the final word.

The answer that is close to the origin of Chang An! She was just taken away. No one can draw Chang An, no one can! 'I' have never seen Chang An with my own eyes, how can I describe the scenery inside Chang An! 'He' is absolutely impossible

It’s impossible to draw everlasting darkness! It’s impossible for ‘me’ too!”

"What is recorded in the treasure house is not the way to 'return to normal life', but all the secrets! Someone, that person, the Sun Chaser, deliberately recorded everything he knew in the treasure house, just to let 'me' see it with my own eyes see!"

"For...the next hundred years!"

"Every one hundred years, the two worlds of Eternal Darkness and Eternal World meet, and all kinds of secrets of Eternal Darkness will infect Eternal World. Once Eternal Darkness is completely opened, Eternal World will be swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and no one can survive! This is what is said above, what is said above of!"

"You can't be wrong! The human pillar... the human pillar! That's why it's the 'hundred-year period'. He witnessed the 'Eternal Darkness' with his own eyes and survived! He starts planning every hundred years and spends a hundred years to select the person who is suitable to be the 'human pillar'. 'The 'foreigners'! Three strangers, buried in the eternal darkness, can form three 'human pillars' to stabilize the two realms, thereby making the eternal world stable for another hundred years!"

The man cried and laughed, his expression gradually becoming more and more crazy: "In the next hundred years, he will choose 'me'! It's me! It's 'me'! But I won't let him get what he wants, it's all fake , but it’s true! Everything is the scenery that has appeared before! Things that have happened before! But it is impossible for me to witness Chang An with my own eyes, and it is impossible to draw the scenery I have not seen! She was only temporarily locked up, locked up It’s just living! It’s locked in the cracks of the scroll! Or it’s outside the scroll!”

"This was his original intention when he painted this painting, and it was also his wish! At this moment, it has also become my wish!"

"Those who do not have a strong will will be consumed here to death, and their original intention will be eliminated! No matter who it is, in one year, ten years, or one hundred years, he will become him! In this way, he will become it!"

"I won't let him get his wish! I will never let him succeed!"

"So in 'my' painting, Night Lord, Zhu, the person who has lived for thousands of years, has a unclear face, which has become the biggest fear in 'his' heart! He is afraid, and he knows that he has been played with all his life. In the midst of applause! At the same time, that person is also ‘my’ hate!”

"He painted his 'hate' in a way that ordinary people can't understand!"

"Do you understand? Do you understand?... No, monk, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. It doesn't matter. I can understand it alone! You have to help me, you have to help me, to complete this matter! We can all get out alive!"

After the man drank the water, he talked a lot in one breath. The words were incoherent. The monk's eyes were straightened when he heard it. The words "you, me, him" in the man's words were used randomly. If the monk didn't know the cause and effect, he would not be able to understand what the man said after he came out of the treasure house. , what exactly was said.

After being thrown away, Xiaofeng Meow squatted on the stone to comb its hair in dissatisfaction, waving its tail three times to the left and three times to the right. From time to time, it looked at its own cat's paws and at the man, its eyes dark and green. As the man talked more and more, Xiaofeng Miao suddenly stopped spinning his tail, tilted his head, and raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling: "Meow? Meow meow meow."

At this time, neither of them noticed Xiao Fengmiao's glaring action. The monk was confused. His shoulders were gripped hard by the man, and there was a dull pain. When his fingers left, the monk's shoulders were left with ten red finger marks. .

The monk didn't pay attention. He frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"From the beginning there was only one way to decipher the painting!"

The man's eyes were naked, and he gritted his teeth so hard that blood oozed from between his teeth. The teeth were white and the blood was red, making the man look like a man-eating ghost at this moment.

"The trouble should end it!"

"I will draw the cause of everything!"

"That...cannibal painting!"

"For...the next hundred years!"

"But, it's only...a hundred years!"

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