Chapter 734 A unique killer move in the millennium literary world

Author: Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night

Chapter 734 A unique killer move in the millennium literary world

A new style of writing?

What?

All four people were shocked...

"I call it news!" Lin Su said: "Everyone go away, and soon you will understand the power of it!"

The four people left the restaurant with their worldview subverted, but also with their respective missions.

Lin Su slowly walked to the window and looked at the starry sky thousands of miles away...

News, everyone in this world knows it.

They also know how much impact the news has on those in power.

But in this other world, there is no news, only the Dibao. The so-called Dibao is an official report. The official report carries a strong will of the superiors. What can be reported and what cannot be reported, and only officials can see it.

Ordinary people have no way to see it. Even if they can see it by chance, it will only be the part that the official is willing to let them see.

Therefore, they have no chance to understand officialdom.

Some people may have a memory of exposure to official circles - the "Hundred Sins" created by Lin Su. He asked the disabled guards to plaster the "Hundreds of Sins" all over the streets. Overnight, Zhang Wenyuan became notorious and dignified.

The Minister of War was dismissed from his post and stepped into the trap that Lin Su had already dug.

The one hundred crimes reported that time had a hint of news.

But, it's not really news yet.

Because the identity of the publisher is doubtful, the method is a bit underhanded, the credibility is not very high, and it is difficult to be honest.

Although it has various disadvantages, its power also made Lu Tiancong and other high-ranking officials shiver down their backs, because it was the first time they had seen the power of this kind of public opinion war. It was the first time they knew that some people who usually didn't care at all

By publishing small things to the public, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

They were worried that Lin Su would use the same method to deal with them.

Today, Lin Su's tone has been clear, that is, this method will be used.

But the person he chose was no longer the princes of the court, the person he chose was the Ninth Five Supreme Being!

Facing the Ninth Five Supreme Being is not that easy...

He needs to choose a good entry point, he needs to hit the ground running, he needs to think carefully...

The night at the end of April is cool and cool.

The stars at the end of April are clear.

The capital has become quiet.

There was a faint sound of silk and bamboo, but it was also very soft...

Lin Su sat in front of the window for a long time, and a bunch of complicated things gradually became clear...

At this moment, he suddenly felt sensitively that the night was getting quieter, so quiet that there was no sound...

Why is it so quiet?

Lin Su suddenly raised his head, and the familiar window outside the window had changed drastically!

There are no more streets in the night, no more inns opposite, no more distant Bailu Mountain, no more stars in the sky.

The sky is an eerie blue.

The desks in his room were originally real objects, but at this moment they turned into paintings. Not only these things, but also his sleeves, which he accidentally glimpsed, turned into paintings, and even his hands were also paintings.

If anyone else sees this scene, they will definitely think they have seen a ghost. Yes, everything in this small space seems to have been painted on. Lin Su, a living person, has no trace of a living person at this moment.

, he has become a portrait in this world...

In the painting, an old man strolled over, slowly zooming in in front of Lin Su. As he walked forward step by step, everything around the old man was torn apart like paper, and then disappeared strangely.

It's like an eraser, erasing everything in the painting.

When he arrived in front of Lin Su, he raised his hand and gently tore it apart. What he tore was Lin Su!

Lin Su's clothes had been torn apart, but the old man suddenly stopped, because at this moment, Lin Su seemed to escape from the painting. He was no longer a painting, but a human being. Once he became a human being, he could not tear it open.

The old man was stunned.

Lin Su's eyes opened.

The two looked at each other quietly.

"The top quality literary works worked, didn't they?" the old man's voice sounded, echoing strangely in the world of painting.

"It seems so!"

"The first grandmaster of Qinglian is indeed extraordinary!"

Lin Sudao: "Master of the Hidden Dragon Sect, right?"

The old man didn't speak...

Lin Sudao: "I heard that you lived for a thousand years?"

"yes!"

"I heard that ordinary people can't kill you?"

"You can't kill extraordinary people!" The old man smiled lightly.

"I want to try!" Lin Su slowly raised his head.

"You should first think of a way to get out of this literary world, instead of thinking of something you can't do." The old man raised his hand slightly, and suddenly layers of layers surrounded Lin Su, like a painting suddenly rolled up.

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This volume makes heaven and earth become an axis!

I call myself the king of this volume and this space!

However, Lin Su's finger suddenly stretched out and hissed!

The rolled-up scroll was divided into two, and Lin Su stepped out of the painting space...

The old man's expression suddenly changed: "This is..."

Suddenly, a silver light flashed between Lin Su's eyebrows, piercing the sky, and a silver moon appeared in the void...

As soon as the silver moon came out, the entire sky changed color. The original weird blue turned into a silver moon world.

The old man was moved: "The poem "Man Jiang Hong" handed down from generation to generation by Zhan Qing!"

Chi!

The silver moon sets and the old man splits into two!

The painting space created by the old man has disappeared without a trace...

The inn reappeared, the streets returned, and the starlight fell on Lin Su's handsome face, reflecting his unique heroic spirit amid elegance...

However, there was no trace of pride on Lin Su's face.

His brows even furrowed.

Because the old man who was divided into two halves reunited and stood quietly in front of him...

"What an amazing talent, I really admire him!" The old man had a strange look on his face, and his admiration was genuine.

As the leader of the Hidden Dragon Sect, he never made a mistake as long as he made a move, but tonight he missed a move.

Although this move only takes place in an instant.

But the message conveyed is shocking...

The literary world of the Yinlong Sect is the painting world, but it is completely different from the general painting world.

The difference is that the direction is reversed.

For ordinary painting geniuses, turning reality into reality is the highest state. For example, in the autumn water painting screen, if the fish she painted can swim out of the painting, it will be transformed into reality. If the fish has spirituality, she will have reached the level of her paintings.

The highest achievement of Tao.

The ultimate achievement of Hua Dao is probably this.

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that there is another direction for painting.

The paintings of Master Yinlong go in another direction. How? He can turn the real world into paintings!

The real table enters the painting world and turns into a painting.

The real house enters the painting world and turns into a painting.

People with flesh and blood enter the painting world and become paintings.

This painting has deviated from the direction envisaged by Painting Saint, so his painting is not painting in essence, but a killing technique!
To be continued...