Chapter 362: Bamboo Orchid and White Pagoda Row in the Painting
Chen Changsheng pondered for a long time, then raised his hand to calculate.
After doing the calculation, he actually frowned.
"How could this happen?"
Chen Changsheng thought about it and felt very strange.
This King Yu Yan Yan is no longer alive.
Chen Changsheng raised his head, looked at the trembling City God in front of him, and then said: "City God, please take a step forward. Chen wants to see your sea of consciousness brand."
The City God did not dare to disobey and stepped forward.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and his soul entered the sea of consciousness of the City God.
Entering the sea of consciousness, you first see a piece of incense and golden light, and then go into it and see the imprint of a bamboo orchid hanging in the sea of consciousness.
Chen Changsheng looked carefully and suddenly realized.
"This King Yu is really..."
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and then left the City God's sea of consciousness.
The City God quickly asked: "Shangxian, that brand..."
Chen Changsheng said: "You haven't tried to erase that mark all these years?"
The city god opened his mouth and said: "Shangxian, how dare you, the little god, with such insignificant incense?"
Chen Changsheng said: "The so-called brand is just to scare you. It can't kill you at all."
Cheng Huang was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Can you kill me?"
He came back to his senses and asked: "The brand is really..."
Chen Changsheng said: "If you don't believe it, you can try it now."
The City God opened his mouth, still trying a little bit.
Chen Changsheng ignored him and just said: "You allow this evil ghost to eat people. Logically speaking, you are guilty of an unforgivable crime. Although you were coerced by others, as a city god, you have no courage and forget your duties. Chen will keep you here for a hundred years."
Incense, do you have any objection?"
After hearing this, the City God was startled. He opened his mouth and said: "Shang, Shangxian, the little god has not been in office for a hundred years, this..."
It has only been less than a hundred years since Qingshan City was built, and the same is true for the City God's Temple.
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng suddenly realized, "I almost forgot."
He took a look and saw that the city god's incense was really weak. If it were any less, he might not even be able to defeat a little demon.
After pondering for a long time, Chen Changsheng raised his hand and pointed it at the center of the City God's eyebrows.
The city god was startled and asked quickly: "Shangxian, this is..."
"Sword Qi Brand."
Chen Changsheng said: "King Yu, that's a lie, but Mr. Chen, this is real. Just keep the incense you have. If something like this happens again in the future, if you retreat again and are greedy for life and fear of death, don't use others. Mr. Chen
I will finish you off first."
After hearing this, the City God wanted to cry but had no tears, but he still leaned over and said thanks: "Thank you, God, for your kindness."
All in all, you should be thankful for a beating.
And I had to accept it.
Chen Changsheng turned his head and glanced at the evil ghost, and said, "As for this evil ghost."
The City God quickly said: "The little god will handle it."
Chen Changsheng nodded, and then he saw the City God leading a group of undercover agents escorting the evil ghost back to the City God's Temple.
Wait until the palace of Prince Yu becomes quiet.
Chen Changsheng turned around and walked into the main hall, looking at the painting again.
He raised his hand and touched it, breaking the restriction, and saw that the image of King Yu on the portrait suddenly changed.
The portrait of King Yu was transformed into a landscape painting. In the portrait, there were orchids and green bamboos everywhere, a lake and a three-story white pagoda.
Chen Changsheng's mind was attracted by the portrait.
For Chen Changsheng, the power of the portrait on his spiritual thoughts was like scratching an itch.
"It turns out to be a magic weapon."
Chen Changsheng let go of his spiritual thoughts and immediately entered the portrait.
He seemed to be standing in a cave filled with ink and ink. His eyes were completely black and white, with the exception of the white tower.
Chen Changsheng looked around and murmured: "This King Yu is quite tasteful. Bamboo and orchid, in addition to the scroll, even the branding is also these two things."
After a brief glance, his eyes fell on the white tower.
Come under the white tower.
Chen Changsheng was about to push the door open and enter.
But suddenly I heard a voice coming from behind.
"But the descendants of the Yan family are here?"
Chen Changsheng turned around and saw a white-faced scholar standing behind him.
The scholar had three taels of bamboo leaves pinned between his hair. His face was gentle, but he exuded a demonic power.
Chen Changsheng cupped his hands and said, "Chen is not a descendant of the Yan family, he just passed by here and came to take a look."
After hearing this, the scholar was stunned for a moment and said, "Did you come in by yourself?"
Chen Changsheng asked: "This bamboo orchid scroll can only be entered by people of the Yan family's bloodline?"
The scholar nodded and said: "It seems that you are not a mortal."
Chen Changsheng admitted: "Chen has some small skills, but they are only of a modest nature."
"The immortal has grown too modest."
The scholar said: "But this place is left by my master to future generations. Now that the immortal has seen it, let's leave."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "Chen heard that there is a third of the emperor's dragon energy hidden in this scroll. It does not appear to be there from the outside, but I have never seen it inside the tower."
After hearing this, the scholar laughed and said: "The Immortal is joking, how can the dragon's luck be so random on that day?"
Chen Changsheng said: "You will know when Chen enters the tower and takes a look."
"What if not?"
"If not, Chen should apologize."
The scholar shook his head and said: "So what if I apologize? According to what Xiaosheng said, if there is, Xiaosheng will receive a sword from the Immortal. If not, the Immortal will take a sword from me. How about that?"
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but pause when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "That's okay."
"good."
The scholar raised his hand and saw the door of the white tower opening in response.
"Please, Immortal."
"please."
Chen Changsheng stepped into it.
When you enter the tower, you will see a yellow and white field. The first floor of the white tower is actually filled with gold and silver treasures.
One hill after another appears in front of you.
Chen Changsheng saw this scene and asked, "How are you doing with these yellow and white things, sir?"
The scholar said: "It is left to future generations."
Chen Changsheng nodded and immediately walked to the second floor.
As he walked up the steps, the scenery on the second floor gradually emerged in his eyes.
I saw several shelves placed in it. The walls, shelves, and floor were all hung with swords, guns, swords, and halberds. Without exception, they were all the best weapons.
At a glance, there are probably thousands of them.
Chen Changsheng glanced at the weapons, and finally stopped at the center of the two-story tower.
There was a jade-like sword placed in front of him.
Chen Changsheng took it in his hand, looked at it, and asked, "What's the name of this sword?"
"Bibo Xing." The scholar said.
"The blue waves move, the smoke waves sing, it is a good sword."
Chen Changsheng put it back to its original place.
The scholar raised his head and looked at the steps on the third floor, and then said: "The last floor is up there. If it wasn't there, the immortal would probably be struck by Xiaosheng's sword."
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and immediately stepped onto the steps.
"Pap, tap..."
The sound of climbing upstairs sounded from the tower.
Chen Changsheng and the scholar arrived at the top of the tower.
I saw that this layer was full of books and scriptures, and among them were mostly martial arts books, followed by some books related to the art of war and people's livelihood.
Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly and remained silent.