The village that just appeared in front of him, the villagers that appeared in front of him, everything was an illusion, and its reality was such that even Xie Ba's level of cultivation could not see through the illusion.
After all these illusions ended, the original appearance was revealed, and the scene within a hundred miles was completely different from before.
In the past, the scenery here was beautiful when the trees came in spring, but now the houses and trees have been burned down, and there is no life around. This area seems to have been completely burned by the fire, leaving only a piece of charred land.
Xie Ba was very sure that although his Nether Fire was powerful, this place had nothing to do with his Nether Fire just now. This charred blackness and embers were formed a long time ago.
There was a long scroll hanging between two dead branches. This scroll was the one he had seen just now at Old Man Huang's house, a comprehensive picture of the Wuliu Village group portraits.
"This technique...this composition..."
Xie Ba was deeply attracted at first glance. This is a painting method that is completely different from Wenfu's techniques. It has a vision of returning to nature, grandeur and craftsmanship.
In front of this painting, sitting cross-legged, there is an old man who is skinny and skinny. The appearance of this old man is vaguely similar to that of the old man Huang just now, but he is just too thin.
"Are you Huang Fuweng?"
After the Battle of Ziwu Valley, the master was filled with grief and anger. He drew a long scroll of the Five Willows landscape based on his own memory, using his painting to replace the lost ones. He indulged himself in the painting and sat here for four hundred years.
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"Are you Lu Daoxuan's disciple?"
Lu Tanwei was worried that Huang Fuweng would be displeased because Jiang Gu was good at heretical methods, so he protected him.
"My master, Mr. Wei, both of them have passed away..."
It's just that my master's greatest ambition is to keep his family happy and live his whole life. However, during the Battle of Ziwu Valley, the Baiyang Sect's people found Wuliu Village and massacred the village, and set fire to everything. Master's wife and children
All were buried in the sea of fire.
"It's you, it's you who ruined everything for me, ruined my supposedly happy life..."
"I didn't expect that his disciples also have heretical methods."
"What's going on?" Xie Ba asked.
Sure enough, Huang Fuweng's eyes changed.
"This is why I conclude that the Boss Qing you are talking about is not my master!" Detective Lu let out a long sigh.
Huang Fuweng saw Lu Daoxuan's bookcase Qiu Zhong and guessed Xie Ba's identity.
Jiang Yan's voice was a little low, and after Huang Fuweng heard this, his brows furrowed and his overwhelming momentum immediately came over him.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Wei and others are orthodox disciples of Wenfu. My master is different. He has never received any guidance from any painter. He has completely learned the painting skills from the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers and embarked on a painting path that is completely different from everyone else. Therefore,
In the Wen family, he did not accept anyone as his teacher.
Perhaps because he heard the familiar voice, Huang Fuweng's eyes became more popular. He turned to look at Lu Tanwei and made a dry and hoarse voice.
A paper crane landed on Xie Ba, and Jiang Yan, who was now thousands of miles away, began to communicate directly with Huang Fuweng.
"Are Qi Cifeng, Lu Daoxuan, and Wei Changli all good?"
It's just that the sharks are restricted on land, and Huang Fuweng is even more unpredictable. His skinny palms directly slap the sharks away.
Xie Ba was a little puzzled that a person who was as good as the best painter in the world was unknown to few people.
"How can I see you if I don't destroy this place?"
"I've also heard about how powerful he is, but why most people in Wen Mansion don't know about it."
Huang Fuweng paralyzed himself for four hundred years with the paintings he created. He almost forgot the word "Wen Fu". Now that he was digging it out from the depths of his memory, each face kept echoing in his mind, and his expression finally calmed down.
After Wuliu Village was burned, the old man was also alarmed. He did not answer Xie Ba's words but looked around with blank eyes.
"Exactly."
What is unexpected is that this skinny body possesses the power to destroy the world.
"Master, this is also the next head of the Wenfu appointed by Mr. Wei."
"My real name is Jiang Gu. This is just a clone created by me. Because the Baiyang Cult intercepted and killed me, I couldn't come to greet my uncle in person. Please atone for my sins."
"Tanwei, why are you here!"
The two transformed into escaping lights and went straight to where Xie Ba was. Huang Fuweng's figure was greatly enlarged by Xie Ba. Every step he took made his breathing more difficult. With his cultivation level, he could not even think of resisting.
"Master, please show mercy. This is a member of the Wen family."
"Did you burn it?"
"Oops…."
"Kill you!"
"Revenge, I want revenge!"
Huang Fuweng was so angry that all kinds of gods and demons appeared in the world. Lu Tanwei, who was far away from the stone bridge, was shocked when he saw this scene.
"The master of the previous generation was the No. 1 academy in Yuling. Among the disciples trained by Xiaoyao Gong, there were Zhuji Buyu Qi Cifeng, Lu Daoxuan, dragons and phoenixes taking flight, Wei Changli, and the fourth one was Huang Fuweng, who wrote in vain.
After Jiang Yan learned the cause and effect, he was already convinced that Huang Fuweng was not the boss of Qing.
Xie Ba finally confirmed that the person in front of him was Huang Fuweng, but Huang Fuweng's mental state was not right and he seemed to be crazy.
"It was you who destroyed my family and killed my wife and son. I should have had two lovely grandchildren..."
Xiaoyao Gong once said that my master has the best spirituality and understanding in the history of Wenfu. He is a painter who can blend into landscapes. He is the only landscape painter in ancient times who has reached the end of his life."
Even in terms of talent in painting, Xiaoyao Gong once said that my master Huang Fuweng was the best in the world.
"Stop, Master, stop..."
Just when Huang Fuweng was about to attack Xie Ba, Lu Tanwei arrived.
As a disciple of Huang Fuweng, Lu Tanwei undoubtedly felt very sorry for his master. He used the painting spirit and the illusion he created to paralyze himself, and deliberately hid those painful memories in his heart, unable to escape from this sad place, or in other words, he did not want to.
break free.
"Wenfu?"
"Master of the Palace?"
The memories in Huang Fuweng's mind were churning, and some things that he could forget came to his mind again. Huang Fuweng's expression was a little painful.
The shark man held a trident and fell from the sky. The trident was the treasure of the South China Sea and its power was unpredictable. The waves rolled up outside the shark man's body and had the potential to flood thousands of mountains.
Xie Ba's heart skipped a beat, Huang Fuweng had certainly seen through his identity.
He tried to persuade him several times but all failed. Lu Tanwei also had his own selfish motives in bringing Xie Ba here. He hoped that through this disaster in the Wen Mansion, this pearl that had been dusted for four hundred years would shine again in the world, because he had seen
How brilliant is Huang Fuweng?
As Huang Fuweng spoke, he began to go crazy. Thunders rolled from heaven to earth. There seemed to be countless evil ghosts trying to break free from the long scroll behind him.
"Do you know the consequences of spreading such rumors?"
"In addition to the death of Mr. Lu and Master Wei, the Wen Mansion was also destroyed."
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. How could Wei Hutou, Mr. Lu's second son, leave before me?"
After hearing such bad news, they finally saw the terror of this legendary strongman. His spiritual power stirred up everything in the world, and his huge spiritual consciousness began to search the Yuling Continent!