"Concentrate your thoughts, control the spiritual pen, and then draw on the painting of the three realms. Just draw a door." Zhang Xiaozhu said.
"Okay, I'll try."
Ye Mingyue's remnant soul immediately concentrated on following Zhang Xiaopou's instructions, and then tried to control the spirit pen.
But perhaps her power of thought was not strong enough. The spiritual pen only buzzed and trembled, but could not stand up, let alone draw.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaozu quickly picked up the spiritual world pen, touched the painting of the three realms with the tip of the pen, and said: "Imagine drawing a door, an open door."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the tip of the spiritual pen tremble and wanted to move it in one direction. He quickly gave him help and held the pen and moved it in that direction.
The tip of the pen slowly scratched across the blank painting, leaving traces just as Zhang Xiaozu suspected.
Zhang Xiaozu was overjoyed when he saw this.
Soon an open door appeared on the page.
The spirit world pen obviously only drew a rough outline, but the door that appeared on the painting of the three realms was vivid.
Zhang Xiaopeng recognized this door at just one glance. It was the bamboo door of Su Jinyun's bamboo courtyard.
Because Ye Mingyue's remnant soul only remembered this door in his memory, he drew it according to its appearance.
"The painting is really like it." Canhun looked at the painted bamboo door and praised it, and then said: "I'm so tired, I want to take a rest."
"Thank you for your help. You can go rest and leave the rest to me," Zhang Xiaozu said.
Ye Mingyue's remnant soul snorted, and then fell into a coma. It can be seen that painting this painting consumed a lot of energy on it.
Zhang Xiaozhu put the Spirit World Pen into his arms and put it away, and then looked at the bamboo door on the Painting of the Three Realms with great expectation. He expected to follow the open door into the Painting of the Three Realms and see Ye Mingyue's face inside.
Soul.
He tried to touch the bamboo door with his mind. When his mind touched the bamboo door with the intention to enter, a huge suction force suddenly came from the bamboo door. He immediately relaxed his body without making any resistance, and let the door go without any resistance.
The suction coming from the door wrapped around his body.
With a whooshing sound, Zhang Xiaozu's body turned into a ray of light, and he was sucked into the words by the bamboo door.
The other two Zhang Xiaoping opened their eyes at the same time and looked at the painting of the three realms, and then frowned, with worried looks on their faces.
The bamboo door on the painting of the Three Realms disappeared, and the connection between them and themselves entering the painting was cut off.
What's worse is that the spiritual pen was brought into the painting of the three realms by Zhang Xiaozu.
In other words, if the self in the painting is trapped inside, the two of them cannot rescue themselves in the painting by drawing another door.
In fact, they don't even know what they are experiencing in the painting. Perhaps they can only guess whether he is trapped in the painting based on the time he entered the painting.
"Good luck!"
They could only pray secretly, then close their eyes and continue practicing.
Zhang Xiaopou, who entered the painting, felt his vision flicker, and then appeared in a vast white space.
You can't see the sky from above, and you can't see the earth from below.
The whole person is floating in a vast white gas that looks like clouds but not clouds, looks like mist but not mist, and looks like smoke but not smoke.
He can't even tell which is up and which is down, because even if he doesn't fly with Qi control, his body will not fall.
So no matter how he adjusts his body posture, he will only feel that the sky is above his head and the earth is under his feet.
But in fact it is not, this is just a habitual misperception.
After only flying for a while, he lost his way in the white sky.
His consciousness and subtle state of mind were all useless, and his visibility was only less than ten steps. There was only a white patch of white, and he couldn't find any reference.
There is no sound yet.
You can hear your heartbeat and breathing clearly.
It was so quiet that my heartbeat sounded like a drum and my breathing sounded like the wind.
"Mingyue, where are you? It's me, Zhang Xiaozu, who's here to save you."
"can you hear me?"
Zhang Xiaozu shouted loudly and flew forward.
One day, two days, three days...
Time passed, and a month passed.
This month has been a bit long for the two Zhang Xiaopeng outside the painting, because they look forward to coming out of the painting every day, but they are disappointed every day.
Zhang Xiaozu in the painting cannot feel the passage of time.
He couldn't feel anything except himself and the white gas.
He felt that his spirit was collapsing little by little, and the anxiety, madness, depression, and dead emotions were eroding his heart little by little.
If an ordinary person comes into such an environment, he will go crazy and die within ten days.
If Zhang Xiaopou is allowed to stay in one place without thinking about anything, or to practice meditation, with his will in the holy realm, he can persist here for several years, or even more than ten years.
But he had to keep flying, keep shouting, and keep searching, hoping in his heart for Ye Mingyue's response.
His heart can't be calm and his mind can't be at peace, so even if he has the will of the holy realm, he can't hold on for long.
"Mingyue, wake up, wake up..."
Zhang Xiaozu knew that he had to divert his attention to calm down and appease his frantic emotions, so he took out the spiritual pen from his arms and forcibly woke up the remaining soul of Ye Mingyue who was sleeping.
In fact, he had woken up Ye Mingyue's remnant soul several times before, hoping that she could sense the direction of other remnant souls and help him find them quickly.
But Ye Mingyue's remnant soul said every time that it didn't sense anything.
Zhang Xiaozhu was disappointed again and again, and at the same time he became more and more uneasy, fearing that only this residual soul of Ye Mingyue was left, and it was not like he imagined that there was still a residual soul in the painting of the three realms.
"Is something wrong?" Ye Mingyue's remnant soul asked after waking up.
"Can you chat with me for a while?"
"What to talk about?"
"Let's talk... let's talk about how we met."
"How did we meet?"
"The first time we met was in my husband's Yunzhu courtyard. My husband's name is Su Jin. He is your best friend..."
Zhang Xiaozu sat cross-legged, with an expression of memories on his face, and told Ye Mingyue's remnant soul bit by bit.
Ye Mingyue's remnant soul listened very quietly.
"So, I was injured because I was trying to save you?" After listening to Zhang Xiaozu's story, Ye Mingyue's remnant soul asked.
"Yes, it's all my fault for not protecting you well." Zhang Xiaozhu said feeling guilty and blaming himself.
"It seems that I really like you, but I'm very sorry, because my memory is too incomplete, so I don't feel like you now.
"Ye Mingyue's remnant soul, instead of blaming Zhang Xiaozu, expressed apology to him.
"It doesn't matter." Zhang Xiaozu shook his head, but his heart throbbed in pain, "When I find your other remnant souls and help you restore your memory, you will think of me."
"Um"
"You can continue to rest, I will continue to search."
"OK."
Zhang Xiaozu felt that his mood was much better, so he continued on his journey of searching.
Before I knew it, two months had passed outside the painting.
The two Zhang pawns outside the painting were almost certain that they in the painting were trapped inside, but there was nothing they could do except wait.
However, the two of them took Bai Hu to a different place to practice, because the spiritual energy within a hundred miles radius of the original location had been absorbed very thinly by them, so they moved to a place with abundant spiritual energy to continue practicing.
On this day, Zhang Xiaopou in the painting suddenly showed a look of surprise.
He saw that the white gas around him was flowing in one direction, so he immediately flew in the direction of the gas flow.
This is the only scene with directional reference that he has seen since he entered the painting of the Three Realms.
After flying along the airflow for about two hours, Zhang Xiaozhu's field of vision suddenly widened, because there was a huge airflow vortex directly in front of him. As soon as the white gas got close to a distance of two to three hundred feet from the vortex, it was suddenly sucked away by the vortex.
As a result, there are gaps in the white air flow, and the field of vision becomes wider.
Zhang Xiaozu stood in front of the whirlpool and hesitated for a while, then plunged into it.
After a moment of dizziness, a strong aura hit my face, and at the same time many colors broke into my field of vision, no longer the monotonous white.
Zhang Xiaozu looked up and saw a green figure sitting on the grass in front of him.
The circles under his eyes couldn't help but moisten.
This figure was familiar to him, but it was not Ye Mingyue.
