Lin Su raised a topic, and any answer to this topic would be wrong!

That is whether you can share weal and woe with the Holy Family when you are in the temple!

If you say you can, then you have lost the justice of the temple. If you cannot, then you have lost the sense of home...

This is the strange consciousness brought about by the strange organizational structure of the current Temple and Holy Family...

The quagmire of thinking that everyone in the temple cannot escape from...

The temple is like a dynasty, and the Holy Family is like the princes. Almost everyone in the temple is inextricably related to the Holy Family, and everyone is naturally close to their respective families.

However, this kind of closeness cannot be brought to the table.

In public, everyone must present a selfless and impartial attitude, and must not use the excuse of taking care of their own family and suppressing others.

Lin Su added: "Brother Wu may have some misunderstandings about me, and I just clarified it today. The relationship between me and the painting saint family originated from Qinglian's discussion of Taoism. At that time, I was in a bad mood, discussing painting as an outsider, and suppressed him.

I painted one end of the Holy Family, so the Holy Family is not happy and wants to get rid of me and then quickly..."

On the corridor, everyone stared...

Above the high pavilion, Li Guihan hid his face...

The lethality of his words is almost nuclear weapons level. In the name of clarifying misunderstandings, what he exposes is the damage done to the Tao of painting. On top of Qinglian's discussion of Tao, he discusses painting as a non-Taoist person, overwhelming the Holy Family of painting.

One end, thus making the Holy Family of Hua Sheng unhappy... Think about it, what is the nature of this issue? This is a matter of principle! The temple advocates that everyone should take the Tao as the guide and pioneer and innovate on each Tao. People outside the Tao should not

It is the right way to pioneer and innovate in one's own way and to make solid achievements, which should be respected by people of one's own way! What did the painter do? Suppress him! Want to kill him!

What a despicable act?

What you have violated is the iron rule of the temple! What you have broken is the prosperity of the holy way!

Lin Su was disliked by all the palaces in the temple, and the lower-level disciples above the temple didn't understand the reason. But now, with Lin Su's clarification, the answer is ready to come out!

Painting saints and saints are jealous of talents and short-sightedness!

The Painting Palace has lost its fairness and stands for the Holy Family of Painting!

What about the other palaces?

Are there any similar situations?

For example, if you don't like the poet-sage Shengjia, is it because he has passed down one poem after another?

Is the Temple of Poetry also a platform for the Holy Family of Poetry?

Lin Su made a brief clarification, and the senior officials of the various palaces who were hiding everywhere were sweating on their backs. Why did they think that this kid had brought a very serious private matter? They pulled down the fig leaf of each palace?

Wu Feng shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

Lin Su stopped talking and looked at him quietly.

Wu Feng took a deep breath: "Your Excellency believes that you are a master of painting, so please come to my painting world!"

As soon as the voice fell, his hand shook slightly, and a strange painting unfolded.

Lin Su suddenly felt that everything had changed.

He saw himself!

The front is myself, the back is myself, the left is myself, the right is still myself, the sky and the earth are all myself!

And not just one myself, countless of them!

Above the high pavilion, Li Guihan's pupils shrank: "Mirror painting! It's actually a mirror painting!"

Yasong said: "There are eighty-one mirrors in the mirror painting. Each mirror's reflections are as many as the sands of the Ganges. Among these many mirrors, only eighty-one mirrors can be broken.

With this painting, now is the time to test his eyesight, how is his eyesight?"

"His eyesight is definitely the best. However, no matter how strong his eyesight is, he may not be able to do anything in this mirror painting. You need to know that the root of the mirror has a spirit. The mirror spirit is eighty-one, ever-changing, all over the world.

, who can capture eighty-one mirror spirits in one fell swoop? Even if a quasi-sage enters, there is nothing he can do. I hope this is just trapping, not killing..."

Lin Su looked at himself quietly in front of him.

He felt strange.

Because the self here is not exactly the same as the self at this moment.

Some were holding swords, some were holding chessboards, and some were lying on the ground crying. When he saw his own tears, his eyes suddenly became wet...

Chi!

The long sword in his hand that had been refracted in front of him suddenly slashed towards his neck. Lin Su raised his hand and grasped his neck as a reflex. When he took his hand away, Lin Su was surprised to see the sword in his hand.

Blood!

As soon as he saw the blood on his hands, Lin Su's face became as dark as water.

He understood the strangeness of this painting.

There is a mirror spirit inside this painting, which can evolve into thousands of states.

The self inside is myself and not myself!

This is an illusion and not an illusion!

Illusion magic alone cannot kill him, but the mirror spirit inside can kill him. Every time he stabs with a knife, it is the image in the mirror that is stabbed, but his body is injured.

If the attack is aimed at himself, he has countless defensive methods to block it, but this attack is not aimed at himself at all!

How to break?

The laws of space?

In the mirror painting, the laws of space have been completely distorted.

He didn't even know where the space wall was. All he could see were mirrors, mirrors within mirrors, extending infinitely...

More importantly, the Space Law does not belong to Wen Dao. Even if he uses the Space Law to break the mirror painting, the higher-ups of the temple will definitely judge him as a loser!

After losing this game, he was still not finished. His journey to the temple fell into a ditch before it even started.

Lin Su raised his thousand-degree pupils to capture the light and shadow in the mirror...

Soon, his eyes moved through millions of images...

In just a moment, he had already been injured in seven or eight places. Huanchun Miao tried their best to treat him, but they still couldn't keep up with the progress of his injuries...

On the corridor, everyone stood up, their expressions changing...

No one spoke, but everyone felt unbearable...

They saw with their own eyes that the victims were covered in blood!

They saw with their own eyes that he was injured inch by inch!

Is this really appropriate?

He just entered the palace today!

He is just being robbed!

He didn't make a big mistake!

Others were given a symbolic warning by the robbery, but he responded by going through seven levels in a row, and now the temple is stained with blood!

Above the high pavilion, Li Guihan looked extremely pale and held on to the fence tightly, but she could do nothing...

Yasong let out a long sigh: "Palace Master, let's stop here!"

In the distant deep space, an old response came: "He can speak for himself! As long as he admits defeat, it will never cost his life!"

Yasong's face was gloomy, and she knew why.

The temple master is obsessed with defeating him because it concerns the dignity of the temple.

No one in the temple has ever been able to defeat all examiners, and the temple will never allow such a thing to happen.

Therefore, no matter how the palace master really feels about him, he must be suppressed with iron means.

This is the position!

"Lin Su!" Wu Feng laughed loudly: "Have you realized the power of painting? You can kneel down! Otherwise, the next wave of attacks will completely destroy your Wenshan literary world and literary heart!"

Lin Su said coldly: "It seems that in Qinglian's discussion that day, I still haven't fully explained the essence of painting! How about I add something to you?"

He was injured in thousands of places and blood flowed everywhere, but Lin Su's voice remained as calm as ever.

Thousands of viewers will be moved by this perseverance.

Wu Feng smiled and said: "You still want to discuss Tao? Then I'll invite you!"

"Seven words are enough for this discussion of Tao..." Lin Su said: "Painting Tao is the art of light and shadow!"

As soon as the voice fell, his hand suddenly raised...

The tip of the pen points in the void...

This stroke is full of ink!

This stroke seems to penetrate the boundless mirror screen...
To be continued...