Chapter 350 The use of strange paintings

Author: Shui Qianche

The night wanderers present were already very familiar with this voice, and they knew who it was without turning around to look.

"Yi Ji, have you finished your work?" Shen Xiaowei looked at the person coming.

"Yeah." The person coming was none other than Yi Ji.

Originally they came in the same team, but when they entered the imperial city, Yi Ji said she had some personal matters to deal with and left temporarily.

Yi Ji walked to the table and continued the topic just now: "The rules of this strange talk are triggered by the cultural gathering and painting works here."

"How do you say that?" Shen Xiaoyan asked carefully.

Yi Ji said: "Normally, it is no different from ordinary paintings. Once a literary meeting is held in Juxian Building, its rules will be triggered."

The Night Travelers' eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Come and try!"

They do what they say, and they are really brave people who are skilled in art.

As the organizer of the cultural gathering, Yi Ji called the shopkeeper who happened to be at the scene and told him that the second floor of Juxian Building would be reserved as the venue for the cultural gathering.

The shopkeeper's face was ashen, and he didn't want to accept the money given by Yi Ji to book the venue. Unfortunately, he couldn't refuse even though he said so. He acted according to the script stiffly like a puppet being manipulated. After accepting Yi Ji's money, he asked the waiter to prepare the necessary items for the literary meeting.

At the moment when Yi Ji and the shopkeeper reached an agreement, the drawing paper on the table changed.

The Night Travelers discovered it immediately.

"It's true!"

"Will we be included in the painting?"

The night tour envoys were eager to try it, but they were so frightened that the shopkeeper's legs trembled.

However, after waiting for a while, no more abnormalities appeared.

Everyone turned their questioning eyes to Yi Ji.

Yi Ji said: "Since it is a literary meeting and we have to present papers, why not take this opportunity to discuss it with each other."

"Okay!" Everyone agreed.

What follows is a discussion, ranging from deception to war and calligraphy, including some humanistic and social thoughts caused by the things they encountered during this period, all of which were brought out by the Night Travelers.

The more they chatted, the deeper they went. They had already unknowingly ignored the existence of the strange talk. When they got excited, some people stood up and waved their hands and feet. Fortunately, they knew that the scene was not suitable for using psychic powers, so no damage was caused to the Juxian Building.

As for the shopkeeper and the waiter, they hid on the first floor after delivering what they needed.

They looked at each other, each clearly seeing the decline on the other's face.

Time passed, and the shopkeeper and the waiter waited below for a long time. When they saw the sunset, they realized that a while had passed.

It seems that something happened around this time yesterday. This thought flashed through the shopkeeper's mind, he raised his head and glanced at the second floor, thinking: I wonder how those adults are doing.

Second floor.

There was no sound when the power of the strange rules enveloped the whole place. Even the night wanderers did not realize when they fell into the world of the painting. They only felt that everything in the world had changed in the blink of an eye. They were in a black and white ink painting. The world of lines.

If you look at yourself again, you will be astonished.

"What's going on?"

"I seem to have turned into a leaf."

"I am a stone."

"Is everyone here?"

Faced with this strange situation, the Night Travelers reacted very quickly. After the initial shock, they calmed down and revealed their identities and situation to each other.

After a round of discussion, everyone had some understanding of their respective situations, and someone soon discovered an important problem.

"The rule of the Juxian Literary Society is that outsiders can identify the students. Who should save us if we are all included in the painting?"

If the rules cannot be solved by living, then the rules must be broken violently.

The latter is tantamount to destroying this weird story.

Just when the night wanderers in the painting realized that the problem was serious, Yi Ji's voice came from outside the painting, "I am outside and can identify you and rescue you."

"Yi Ji?"

"Why aren't you included in the rules?"

Yi Ji's calm voice continued to answer everyone's doubts, "This is exactly what I want to tell you next. I found that [Juxian Literary Society] changed into the work I just painted, which is a flower and bird painting , the paintings are of flowers and birds, but actually they were inspired by my observation of the lives of flowers and birds.”

Shen Xiaowei, who became an ink bird in the painting, said: "Is it the one you just talked about in your discussion?"

"That's right." Yi Ji said.

"You were not the only one who painted at the cultural conference, so why was it your painting that triggered the strange talk rules?" Hu Tong said.

Yi Ji said: "I already have some ideas on this, but further experiments are needed."

Shen Buhuan is more concerned about breaking away from the rules, "The images we have in the paintings now are all complicated things like leaves, stones, birds and fish, but when you look at the outside of the painting, the things in the painting don't move. How do you get out of the thousands of things?" Identify us among leaves and stones."

"You underestimate Yi Ji too much." But it was Shen Xiaoyan who took the lead.

Teammates who are on the same team as Yi Ji know the most about Yi Ji’s Shuxiu talent and have the deepest feelings about it.

Yi Ji said: "Every leaf and stone is different. This painting was painted by me and is the condensation of my inspiration. I can detect any difference."

"Then let's get started." Shen Buhuan said.

"There's no rush." ​​Yi Ji said.

Offscreen, Yi Ji is alone on the second floor.

She picked up a cup of cold tea in her hand and reached into the tea cup with her other hand.

Say to the painting: "I just said that this painting is the product of my inspiration, and every stroke in it contains my inspiration. Now you are integrating yourself into the painting and becoming a member of it, which is equivalent to integrating into my Inspiration, can it become more direct and simple to understand my inspiration in this way?"

It was a question, but Yi Ji's face looked calm and determined.

Everyone in the painting was also shocked by her idea, and then they thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case.

There were people on the spot who were comprehending themselves and the surrounding scenery.

The world in the painting begins to become quiet.

At this time, Yi Ji counted the time, and then sprinkled her fingers soaked in tea into the painting. The water droplets were dispersed by spiritual power into finer mist and fell into the painting.

What was just a few drops of water outside the painting turned into a continuous drizzle in the painting.

Several sounds of surprise from the night traveler let Yi Ji know what was going on in the painting.

She originally wanted to help her colleagues gain enlightenment, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind. She looked at herself and saw the image of another world turning upside down as she raised her hand. She had an indescribable feeling that she was just on the verge of inspiration.

Yi Ji cheered up and understood that this opportunity was not only for her colleagues, but also for herself.

Corridor entrance.

The shopkeeper carefully leaned out half of his body, stretched his head and looked inside.

It had been a long time since I had seen the adults on the night tour. I was worried that something had happened, and I was also worried about being misremembered, so I came up secretly to observe after struggling for a long time.

At this glance, the only person left on the second floor was Yi Ji sitting at the table.

The woman just poured a glass of water into the painting.

Immediately, the wailing sounds of several people could be heard in the painting.

This kind of wailing from many people is especially weird on the second floor where there is only one person.

It was in this weird atmosphere that the magic picture appeared in Yi Ji's hand, and the cold Yin Fire floated in the air and threw it towards the picture on the table.

A few more screams and curses were added to those wails.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened, and then he met Yi Ji's eyes.

That gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts and see clearly what they were thinking.

——It’s over!

——I’m done with it!

——I actually saw the scene where the night traveler murdered his colleagues!

——Is there any way to save me if I kneel down and beg for mercy now?

The shopkeeper had no idea what he was thinking, and it was indeed revealed by the cunning power of his heart.

A burst of spiritual power swept him down the corridor and blocked the entrance to the corridor.

Inspiration is rare.

Now is not your free time to joke with others.
Chapter completed!