I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 123: Small stick

It was a dark red painting as a whole, and only black and red were used for the whole body. The upper part of the painting was a long table with all kinds of delicacies on it. There are fragrant roasted suckling pig, roasted whole lamb, large stewed fish...

There are also big plates with all kinds of meat that cannot be named.

Although the ingredients are different, what is certain is that the meat on these tables is all meat.

Besides the meat, there are several glasses of bright red wine. Perhaps because of the light, the wine looks...not like refreshing wine, but more like thick blood.

For some reason, although they are all food, and they are only drawn with ink, every stroke of this painting has an extremely cold charm.

Miran frowned slightly, turned his eyes to look at the two sides of the painting, there were a few gorgeously dressed people sitting on the left side of the table full of delicacies, and there was a plate of half-eaten food in front of him. Although these people are very small, with only a few strokes on their faces, Huan Ran can clearly feel the satisfaction and greed on their faces. Moreover, there was a faint black mist behind these people, and the condensed shapes of those black mist turned out to be evil ghosts floating in midair!

He heard the sound of breathing in and out, and continued to look at the right half of the painting. On the right side of the table was an open-air stove. There are a few people dressed as servants holding a sharp knife and holding down a struggling child!

Beside the struggling child, there were actually some human corpses that had been killed! These people are old or young, fat or thin, but they all maintain a look of wide-eyed, unrepentant death! The vermilion blood flowing out from under them formed a small river and flowed all the way to the bottom of the table, which looked very similar to the liquid in the wine glass.

The rest of the servants stepped on the blood river, calmly handling the pieces of meat cut from humans, and then served them on the table in plates, turning them into chicken, duck and fish.

And on the table, those delicacies still look delicious, but against the blood stains under the table and the corpse not far away, it looks so weird!

Among the crowds, there was a gust of breeze, blowing the painting, and then it became even more frightening, it was simply a picture of hell.

Even Zhu Mi, who has seen it countless times, couldn't help shivering at this moment! He couldn't help but grabbed Minran's arm, and then subconsciously defended himself with Minran's puzzled expression turned around.

"This, this painting is actually a bit scary, haha..."

He nodded his head, yes. Even though she didn't know much about painting, she could clearly feel the extreme pain of the person who painted this painting.

Disgust, fear, dread, longing, resentment...

There is also that kind of pathos that almost breaks through the drawing paper! It's like, it's like the painter is the boy who was crushed under a sharp weapon and was about to be killed! Cover up despair and sorrow!

As if he felt something, the male cultivator who had been turning his back to Huran suddenly turned his face sideways, and there was a hideous scar on his exposed face! Almost all over his face! Si less Si

Start by the man's sudden turning of the head, there was a sound of gasping around Minran, followed by the sound of the disciples retreating in unison.

Huan Ran also wanted to retreat, but at this moment, a strange change suddenly appeared in that picture scroll! The temperament of the male cultivator suddenly changed. It seemed to be some kind of complex emotion that he didn't want to look at but had to look at, but felt blind when he looked at it.

Huanran, Mingran suddenly had a bad feeling.

Looking around again, Zhu Mi and the others had almost the same expressions, pursed their lips, and continued to focus their eyes on the painting.

When a little man with a very different style of painting suddenly appeared on the painting, with a big head mocking a thin face and a slim figure, Min Ran especially wanted to help his forehead. Although the drawing skills are very clumsy, the mocking face of a thief and a dog is really full of charm!

It's like two people from completely different worlds suddenly squeezed together, and the whole picture has an indescribable awkwardness. The extremely complicated emotion of sadness in the original painting suddenly disappeared.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly as he watched the slender stick man jump onto the dining table with cheerful steps, kicked over the people who were feasting on the table, and then turned over several times Scratch those servants so that their faces are full of peach blossoms.

This is not over yet, the thin stick man raised a mocking face that made people want to slap him no matter how you look at it, and spit out a series of ink from his not-so-round mouth, covering most of the screen . Then he helped the child up, sat together on the table filled with all kinds of fragrant food, this time it was obviously normal food, and then he was happy...

Eat up.

Miran feels that his teeth are a little sore, that stick man...

It's simply her mother's masterpiece, okay? !

But with her mother's little drawing skills, how could she use this ordinary and even a little ugly thin stick figure to completely destroy the lifelike portrait of others?

Obviously, it wasn't just Miran who had this question, the surrounding Jiumuyuan disciples and the scarred male Xiu Xiu took the time to look at the painting carefully.

After a while, the thin stick figure slowly disappeared, and the whole painting turned into the previous picture of **** again.

"Hoo..."

All the brothers and sisters around let out a sigh of regret.

"Why is it so short?"

"It's not short, it's a breath longer than last time, right? You don't know ~IndoMTL.com~ This little guy appeared less time before, but this has gradually increased."

Even Zhu Mi had a look of regret, so he took the time to ask her.

"This painting..."

Before Min Ran finished speaking, Zhu Mi already understood what she meant, the corner of her mouth twitched suddenly, and then she gave up her answer.

"The first painting was drawn by Elder Mo of our ink pool. Here, it is the one sitting in it. But the little man after that..."

Zhu Mi rolled her eyes towards the sky, but she could clearly see the flash of reverence in Zhu Mi's eyes.

"It is said that it was drawn by a friend of Elder Mo. Although I don't know any techniques, and the characters drawn are horrible... But it can change the picture drawn by Elder Mo himself. Not only the pen and ink are fragrant, but also the painting has a spirit!" Sacrifice as yuebiqu.com Sacrifice as

"Drawing, painting spirit?"

"Yes. Elder Mo said that there is a painting spirit in this painting, but it is too cunning and never willing to come out. What we saw just now is just a phantom. But even that phantom, Let Elder Mo swallow his breath and watch it for several years, but he still hasn't learned it!" Mi He Mi

"This, still want to learn?"

"Of course!"

Zhu Mi responded crisply as a matter of course, and gave Minran a strange look. Although she was very reluctant, Minran could still tell that Zhu Mi looked extremely defensive. And the object of protection is still the person who drew the thin stick man.

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