Fangcunxiang accepted the statement of the elder of the Shenshan very smoothly.

To a certain extent, this is also true. The elder of the Divine Mountain wanted to prove the existence of the Demon Refining Abyss, but he did not expect that he brought out an empty painting, so he couldn't stand the blow and eventually went crazy. And because he knew that there was a big problem with his Shoshan Sect's martial arts, he was half-crazy and half-silly, and he always remembered that this did not allow the Shoshan Sect's body refining sutra to reappear in the world...

It seems that everything has an explanation.

Fang Cun thought this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's all nonsense!"

He knew that the elder of the Divine Mountain had hidden too much truth, or it was a part of the content.

He was a madman and clearly stated that he had lost a large part of his memory. Therefore, it seemed reasonable to have such a dew in his story, but the facts he told seemed to explain Fang Cun, or other people's questions about the problems that appeared in the Shoya Sect seemed too logical for a madman.

Thinking of these things, Fang Cun smiled and said to the elder of Shenshan: "Now the bright moon is bright enough, right?"

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...

It was already late at night, and a bright moon hangs in the air.

It was the time when the moon was at its peak, and the square smile seemed very sincere at this time.

"It's almost done..."

The elder of the Shenshan didn't know what to say, but he glanced at Fang Cun and just nodded.

Then he stood up seriously, holding the painting in his arms, bowed to the south first, then took a deep breath, slowly sat down, held the painting in his hand, looked up at the sky, and whispered: "It's ready."

Fang Cun cooperated very well and poked his head over.

Elder Shenshan was very slow, making him very nervous.

He spread out the painting bit by bit, and then slowly opened it.

This painting has become very dilapidated and is held in the arms of a madman all day long. Even if he is careful, wear and collision are indispensable. It seems to be a rare thing to be preserved in such a complete manner. However, when the elder of the Shenshan opened it, he could find that the inside of the painting was still as clean as new. Under the moonlight, it seemed to reveal a different kind of cleanliness and purity...

I've seen this painting a long time ago, but now I'm looking at it again, it's still the same.

Still empty.

Fang Cun smiled and looked at the elder of the Divine Mountain.

The elder of Shenshan whispered: "Don't be anxious, pay attention..."

As he spoke, he slightly let go of his body and let the moon above his head fall straight onto the painting.

At this moment, a wonderful scene appeared. The moonlights fell, and the lines were as solid as they were. On this blank scroll, they could not be condensed, and they formed the original appearance of the painting bit by bit. First, the palace towers, then the auspicious clouds, and then countless details appeared. A lifelike palace banquet picture appeared, which looked unusually real...

And that's not all. After the composition of the banquet in the palace, the protagonist of this painting finally appeared...

It's a witch!

The elder of the Divine Mountain had already said that the painting was a witch who was the dance of the Nine Heavens Gods and Demons.

But just from this look, she is not like a witch, but more like a fairy.

He looks like the moon, bright and charming, slender figure, but delicate, which is unusually in line with the square aesthetic of having experienced his previous life. He wore a cloud dress and floated into the hall, and then began to dance gently under the gaze of everyone...

Looking at the dance, you could hear the vocal music of silk and bamboo, which sounded as the woman danced.

The woman dances faster and faster, and the clouds fly like clouds.

When she arrived at the deep end, the cloud skirt on her body suddenly flew out...

“Huh?”

Fangcun couldn't help but be surprised, and then sighed: "Now he finally looks like a witch."

The elder of the Shenshan glanced at Fang Cun, then looked down at the painting.

The dance posture of the woman in the painting began to change. She no longer had the fairy-like movement, but was filled with endless charm and seductiveness. Of course, after all the clothes on her body flew out, it seemed that no matter how she danced, she seemed a little seductive...

But this woman seemed different, and every move and look of her seemed to be attractive.

People who view paintings are almost unwilling to miss any details, just want to look at them tightly.

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...

After achieving the Nascent Soul, Fang Cun can control the desires of the world with ease.

Simply put, as a Nascent Soul Qi Refiner, he can cut off his appetite or his sacrificial pills. Ordinary people will be controlled by such sacrificial pills for the rest of their lives, but if they become Nascent Soul, they can control them in the past. They can not only not be greedy for the beauty of women for a lifetime, but also go back and forth dozens of times overnight. These are the benefits brought by the current Nascent Soul body.

But now, looking at this painting, even Fang Cun felt that he had been aroused by that kind of desire again.

It's like the uncontrolled desire when you are an ordinary person.

This made me want to see the painting more clearly, and I want to see every move of the witch.

In this subconscious, he only felt that he seemed to be getting closer and deeper from the painting. At the end, he even felt that he had penetrated into the painting, and he was just between the temples, enjoying the dance posture up close.

He could even smell the strange fragrance on the witch's body and feel the joy of trembling souls.

In a daze, he felt that the witch had come to him.

The slender hands gently stroked his chest, and his charming smile seemed to be right in front of him.

She seemed to be inviting, and invited Fangcun to follow her, enter the hall, drink and have fun.

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Under the moonlight, the elder of the Divine Mountain was also staring at the painting intently, but after a while, he suddenly turned his head stiffly and looked at the Fangceng beside him. At this time, his eyes seemed extremely sober and extremely cold.

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...

And in the painting, Fangcun was already smiling slightly in the face of the witch's invitation.

He raised his hand and grabbed the witch's slender hand that was stroking his chest, feeling the slippery feeling from his palm, and then smiled gently at the witch, leaning forward slightly, and kissing the witch's face. The witch faced him with this action, and the smile on her face became stronger. With a delicate action, her cheeks gently put her face in front of Fang Cun...

...But Fangcun didn't kiss her face.

He leaned into the witch's ear and said in a daze: "You dance so well..."

"Did you ever think about living in my gourd and jumping to me every day?"

“…”

The witch was slightly stunned, suddenly became shocked and anxious to escape.

But her palm was still holding in Fangcun's hand, but she laughed loudly and pulled her back.

"Some tricks, I want to confuse me?"
Chapter completed!