Chapter 28
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'Is this real?'
As Yan Chuan drew stroke by stroke, Liu Jin leaned closer and saw clearly that there was a painting on the white cloth.
Although it was just a black outline, the monotonous colors made Liu Jin see vitality.
'Bamboo house?' Yan Chuan was drawing the bamboo house that they had stayed in previously. 'Around the bamboo house?'
Looking at the painting, Liu Jin felt that it was unreal. It was as if this was the bamboo house.
There were a few small bamboo houses and a small courtyard. Yan Chuan did not draw the mountain behind or the surrounding bamboo forest. He only drew the courtyard of the small bamboo house.
Strong winds blew on the lake and heavy rain fell. A huge whirlpool formed in the lake.
The soldiers were shocked.
Yan Chuan's forehead was covered in sweat, but his hands did not stop. He continued to draw stroke by stroke.
"Bang!"
The purple jade brush suddenly made a crisp sound and turned into powder. It was blown away by the wind.
Yan Chuan did not stop. He grabbed the last purple jade brush and dipped it in ink again.
Rumble! Rumbling sounds could be heard from the lake.
In the sky, the young girl's eyes widened.
"This … the power of drawing. Perhaps only Mr. Munro can compare to this?" The young girl swallowed her saliva and said.
"Screech!" The red-crowned crane suddenly became restless.
"What's wrong? Little Crane? "The young girl was puzzled.
"Screech, screech, screech!" The red-crowned crane cried anxiously.
"What? Dragon Vein Energy? You felt the unusual movement of the Dragon Vein Energy? "The young girl was surprised.
"Screech!" The red-crowned crane nodded continuously.
"Dragon Vein Energy? Although it's just a small Dragon Vein, it has been accumulating for thousands of years. There must be a certain amount of Dragon Energy. Is Mofei trying to absorb the Dragon Energy here? "The young girl asked strangely.
Below, a painting had been completed.
A crack appeared on the brush again.
Yan Chuan's brush made a stroke in the air on a painting.
"Come!" Yan Chuan called softly.
"Boom!" A strong wind suddenly rushed out of the whirlpool in the lake.
A gale soared into the sky, instantly dispersing the surrounding clouds and mist. Then, it crashed into Yan Chuan's painting.
They surged out of the water and rushed into the painting. Vaguely, one could see a faint golden light in the wind.
"Dragon Vein Energy, it really is the Great Earth Dragon Vein Energy!" The girl in the sky exclaimed.
"Rumble!"
All of a sudden, the surrounding mountains began to shake. It was as if there was an earthquake.
A whole incense stick's worth of time. The earthquake stopped.
"Bang!" The whirlpool on the surface of the lake closed with a loud bang.
The gale also entered Yan Chuan's painting. The sky was bright again.
Yan Chuan used the brush in his hand to draw again.
"Merge!"
"Peng!" The purple jade brush once again turned into fine powder.
By the time the second brush was exhausted, Yan Chuan was already sweating profusely and his face was pale. However, the painting was finally completed.
Above the painting, there was a faint golden light. The golden light quickly disappeared into the painting.
At this moment, the bamboo house in the painting became more and more lifelike. Even the original black and white had a lot of emerald green. The grass on the ground in the painting was exactly the same as the real thing.
"Congratulations to the Lord!" Liu Jin, Huo Guang, and the other soldiers immediately congratulated him excitedly.
"Do you know how to watch?" Yan Chuan asked.
"Yes, the Old Slave knows, knows!" Liu Jin stuttered.
"Watch this painting!" Yan Chuan said.
"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately touched the painting carefully.
Yan Chuan walked to the side of the palanquin, entered it, and adjusted his breath slightly. The painting just now was the limit of Yan Chuan's current physique.
In the sky, the girl held her chin, deep in thought.
When Yan Chuan recovered and walked out of the palanquin, Liu Jin had already finished watching.
A painting and a scroll were handed to Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan took it and gently opened it. The painting was the bamboo house where they lived before.
Liu Jin and Huo Guang's eyes were full of curiosity. The soldiers' eyes were full of worship.
"Lord, what's the use of this painting?" Liu Jin asked curiously.
Yan Chuan smiled slightly. "You and Huo Guang have a good show!"
"Yes!" The two immediately grabbed one end of the painting and unfolded it in the void.
Yan Chuan grabbed the desk and held it in front of the painting.
"Buzz!"
A ripple suddenly appeared on the painting, and the desk mysteriously disappeared.
Disappeared? The desk was gone?
Everyone's expression changed. They looked again.
"The desk, the desk went into the painting, into the painting!" Liu Jin exclaimed.
In the painting, in the small courtyard, the desk from before was being "painted". This, this … Liu Jin and Huo Guang were stunned.
"This painting has absorbed the Qi of the Dragon Meridian and can create a space inside to store some inanimate objects. Unfortunately, there is too little Dragon Qi and the painting quality is too poor. The space is not big, only thirty feet wide. Moreover, after a hundred years, the Dragon Qi will dissipate and the painting will be useless. "Yan Chuan shook his head.
"Ah? Space? "Liu Jin was surprised.
"Lord, the desk is put in. How do we take it out?" Huo Guang didn't know what to say at this moment.
"Reach out and take it!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.
As he spoke, Yan Chuan reached out and a large number of ripples appeared on the painting again. His arm reached in and took the desk out.
"This, this …?" Everyone was shocked.
"Lord of God!" Everyone bowed respectfully.
"Hahaha, cultivate well. In the future, you will be able to do it too!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.
"Yes!" Everyone said respectfully.
"Liu Jin, although there is a space inside the painting, it must not be burned. In the future, you will be responsible for keeping this painting for me!" Yan Chuan said.
"Yes! The Old Slave will take good care of it! "Liu Jin said excitedly.
In the sky, the girl looked down.
"Space treasure? A person at Lv 3 of the Power Realm can make a space treasure? Are you kidding me? "The girl smiled bitterly.
"Screech!" The red-crowned crane nodded. It was speechless.
"Space treasure is very rare. Not many people can make it like he did. His painting skills are so profound, he knows Feng Shui, and he even encountered the Dragon Meridian? That's too little. Although the space is not big, it is still very impressive. Looks like Mr. Munro will meet his match, hehe! "The girl smiled slyly.
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