Chapter 196: Mysterious Paradise and Hell on Earth

There is nothing else, all the things in this room are books. At a glance, there are rows and rows of neatly arranged books on the bookcases. On the inner wall of the room, there are pictures of wonderful paintings or uncanny works of art. Entering here is like entering the ocean of literature, and the smell of books and literature permeates the body and mind!

Squinting his eyes and concentrating his eyes, Chu Rui saw the figure sitting behind the desk through the rising sandalwood smoke.

Wearing a Confucian robe and a blue Confucian scarf on his head, his complexion is like jade, and he is handsome and handsome. At this moment, Zhenang is sitting upright in front of the desk, holding a dry brush in his hand, and swaying it on the rice paper like a rainbow.

"Dare to be Your Excellency, but the Lord of Taga City?"

Seeing the dress of the city lord, it is definitely the real Z country style, Chu Rui couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and raised his hands to make a fist.

As if he hadn't heard Chu Rui's words, the elegant man was still swaying wantonly on the rice paper. The powerful elegance, between the strokes of the pen and ink, was like a thunderstorm, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

The pen falls into a storm?

This can only be achieved by people of extremely high levels. Unexpectedly, this weak-looking scholar would have such a realm.

His sharp gaze fell on the rice paper. Chu Rui was stunned to find that this Confucian scholar was actually painting, not writing an inscription. Such flamboyant and phoenix dancers are actually painting? Is this too exaggerated? Isn't painting usually done with every stroke and every stroke? This kind of cursive-like brush strokes are either scribbling, or the realm has reached a certain level. Obviously, seeing the painting that is about to take shape, Chu Rui will not think that this person is messing around.

A picture of the pilgrimage of the immortals?

Charcoal map of life?

A picture of a group of demons dancing wildly?

Looking at the content drawn on the rice paper, Chu Rui was puzzled.

The first half, Immortal World!

There are thousands of rays of light, fairy towers and spiritual pavilions, fairy birds are flying, and dragons and phoenixes are auspicious. One by one, the immortals who ride the clouds, ride the beasts, or step on the magic weapon shuttle among them, and pay homage to a palace with the "Lingxiao Palace" engraved on it. There is a great god above the "Lingxiao Palace". Only the phantom, overwhelming the heavens, frightening the worlds, overlooking all living beings!

The middle part, the world!

Hungry and dead are everywhere, corpses are everywhere, blood stains the rivers and mountains, withering endlessly. One by one, howling, hideous, or insane people are desperate, fighting each other, scrambling for their lives, in a state of chaos. The killing was extremely bloody. Driven by lust, to be devoured by demons, all lives are ruined!

Second half, hell!

It was dark and cold, there was no sun or moon, the wind was blowing, and the magma was billowing. Crying unjust souls, ferocious and violent ghosts, or full of violent demons, frantically devouring the weak, frantically struggling to escape from hell, under the endless wind and endless magma, they are even more terrifying, Form a picture of a group of demons dancing wildly!

"This, this is?..."

Chu Rui was stunned, really stunned!

What painting is this? What is this painting?

What mood? What is the idea behind drawing this picture?

A peaceful, peaceful fairyland with singing and dancing!

What a miserable, miserable world!

A group of demons dancing wildly, a terrifying and eerie hell!

What exactly is this, what exactly does this Confucian scholar want to express?

Chu Rui is confused!

Looking at this picture, it seemed to him that the upper, middle and lower part of the painting world appeared in front of his eyes. In it, he felt the comfortable and cleansed breath of the supreme fairy world, and the desperate and withered world breath. , gloomy and full of horrible and eerie breath of hell!

Three different styles, three different feelings, let Chu Rui's mind be shocked like never before!

"Sly Hand, how about you look at my picture? What do you feel?"

Stop writing, paint it! The Confucian scholar raised his head, looked at Chu Rui with a faint smile, and asked.

Chu Rui took a few steps forward and looked at the ten-meter-long and five-meter-wide picture scroll placed on the desk at close range, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves!

Although it is a picture scroll, the feeling for Chu Rui is so indescribably real, as if it happened once, or it is vivid now, or it will happen in the future. In short, this is not like a fiction The painting that comes out of my mind, but it is painted according to the real existence.

"The way of heaven is subverted, and the order is chaotic. Morality is lost, and the law does not exist. Faith is lost, and the demons dance wildly. The human world is destroyed, and the people are devastated!"

Chu Rui didn't even think of it himself, and said such a sentence very abruptly.

"good, very good, excellent!"

Listening to Chu Rui's words, the Confucian scholar's eyes suddenly brightened, and he praised three times in a row.

"As expected of a young hero, I rank first in the fourth list of the younger generation in my holy pilgrimage. It seems that you are really capable of completing this commission."

What's happening?

Chu Rui looked at this Confucian scholar in puzzlement, buddy, what are you talking about inexplicably?

"Let me introduce myself first, my name is Long Mo, and I am the prince of the Shenlong Dynasty." The Confucian scholar smiled at Chu Rui and introduced: "The day before yesterday, Zhang Tianshi of this dynasty calculated Bu Yi with his supernatural power, and he calculated that there would be a threat in the future. The catastrophe in my entire world happened, and the first anomaly was the death altar in Taga City. Although the gate of hell is a fake, it is puzzling that it can connect to hell. Fortunately, it can only connect to In the shallow layer of the hell plane, things are still under control. Zhang Tianshi calculated that the person who opened the gate of hell is the one who should be robbed of this catastrophe. Father heard that the first person of the younger generation in this dynasty, snatched No. 1 on the four rankings, right here in Taga City, just when the gate of hell opens, so I sent an orphan to this Taga City to take over the overall situation. After investigation, I found that you were the one who opened the seal of the altar of death. It seems that Zhang Tianshi's There is nothing wrong with the calculation...Since this matter is caused by you, God is destined not to let you stay out of it, are you willing to assist this dynasty to complete a task and deal with the coming catastrophe?"

"Ding, your legendary mission - Long Leaping Nine Heavens, has changed, do you accept it?"

"accept!"

After working on it for so long and pulling out so many things, it turned out to be about the legendary mission! After working so hard for so long, I naturally have to accept it! Only an idiot would refuse!

Chu Rui stared wide-eyed, looking at the Confucian scholar named Long Mo in front of him, he never thought that this fellow was actually a prince, it really never occurred to him.

"I don't understand! There are so many masters in the Holy Dynasty, even the leader of the guard who escorted me just now is better than me, why did he choose me? I'm just a little thief, and I haven't even reached the second rank. Among them, there must be many Rank 5 existences, crushing me to death is like crushing an ant, why do you have to let me do this?"

Chu Rui is very puzzled, is this the player's privilege? The npcs are gods, step aside?

"God's will, you can't violate it! The way of heaven, you can't reverse it! You are the one chosen by the heavens, and no one else will choose this matter except you!"

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