Chapter 1351 Black Duck
"Quack..."
The white duck walked on the way to the sect with a step that didn't recognize any relatives, and his eyes were full of deep thought, "Although the sixth junior brother is a little murderous and his words are crazy, he is still my junior brother. He should agree to this request."
"Quack."
It suddenly laughed, and its steps became faster and faster. When passing by a disciple's cave, it suddenly stopped and asked, "Daoyou Zhang?"
"Hmm?"
In the cave, the disciple named Zhang's face changed slightly, and he didn't respond.
"Looking at the spiritual energy around, Daoyou Zhang is not breaking through smoothly. I just came from Yang Langzi. He has entered the Mahayana Profound Realm a few years ago. He said he wanted to kill you with one palm. You have to be careful."
"Not sure... Daoyou Baiya is worried." In the cave, the disciple named Zhang spoke in a low voice and gritted his teeth.
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"Quack~ I just came to see if you are still alive."
The white duck showed a brilliant smile, "If you die in this deserted mountain where no one cares, we will come to help you collect your body because of our friendship for many years. Don't worry, everyone in the sect knows that I am the most righteous!"
"Get out!"
Inside the cave, there was a roar like a lion's roar, shaking the rocks on all sides.
"Ga~!"
The white duck screamed and jumped, and quickly ran and dived, while running, looking back and shouting, "Daoyou Zhang, your talent and opportunity are not as good as Yang Langzi, and the woman you like was also robbed, but you can't take your anger out on me, right?"
"We cultivators emphasize that the heart of Tao is natural, how can we be disturbed by external things."
"I passed by here and visited and cared for you with good intentions, but you treated me like this?!"
"Get out!!"
"Ga~~~"
The white duck fled frantically, shaking his head and sighing, this boy's heart of Tao is not strong... He actually took the kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and finally turned into an angry cry, "Ga! Daoyou Zhang, if you die suddenly, I won't come to collect your body in the future!"
"Our friendship is over!"
"Ah! I will kill you!"
Boom...
The smoke and dust rolled behind, and a disciple with an angry face rushed out of the cave, and it seemed that he was holding a large knife several dozen feet long in his hand, vowing to cut the white duck into pieces.
Whoosh~
The white duck was very good at escaping, and it disappeared in a flash, leaving the disciple named Zhang alone in the mountains in a rage.
The next day.
A green road opened under the Mo Ling Immortal Pond, as if to lead the white duck. The latter was delighted, as expected of its sixth junior brother, so sensible!
It carefully took care of its spotless white feathers, and walked towards the formation road with great satisfaction.
For him, this white feather is the clothes and style of a cultivator. Even if it had killed demons and monsters outside, the white feather was not stained with blood, which was also related to its love of drinking those clear and spiritual waters.
Beside the Immortal Pond.
Chen Xun was still painting, still the same painting.
The white duck came swaggeringly, quacking and laughing, but suddenly his expression was stunned, and his eyes were attracted by the painting.
The painting...
How did it seem to come alive? !
The world inside seemed to be changing with the passage of time, and derived a story of time. In the vast sea of people, there was a cowherd boy, and they lived in a city.
They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
The city was very lively, with immortal cultivators and blood-eating people... I couldn't see their appearance clearly.
It was quite peaceful and beautiful.
The white duck seemed to have calmed down, and his eyes showed a trace of enjoyment, as if he was enlightened, and he actually realized a sense of peace and tranquility in the painting.
Suddenly!
Time passed, and the years evolved.
The sky sank, and the earth shook.
The world seemed to be torn apart, and darkness and dead silence filled the world... Looking around, there were only corpses.
"Ga?!"
The white duck looked pale, whiter than its white feathers. It quickly stepped back a few steps and dared not look again. It felt as if its mind was hit, as if it was seriously injured!
And it seemed to have hallucinations. The painting was still dead, disordered and chaotic, and nothing could be seen clearly.
"Sixth Junior Brother!"
The white duck shouted, looking around with vigilant eyes, "There are evil spirits here!"
Today the sun is bright, the breeze is peaceful, and it is bright and beautiful.
But the white duck only felt a chill invading its heart, which was more terrifying than the severe cold in the nine provinces.
"Fourth Senior Brother."
A warm voice seemed to caress the world, and the white duck was stunned. The strange feeling just now disappeared completely. It stared at Chen Xun's back in a daze, which was very strange.
"Why are you here?" Chen Xun smiled and turned his head, stopped the brush in his hand, and his eyes were very clean and clear.
"Quack~~"
The white duck smiled embarrassedly. Could it be that it was attacked by a disciple of the sect with a trick? It was actually in a trance in front of the sixth junior brother.
It sat on the ground: "Sixth Junior Brother, I came here after hearing that you returned. I came to see you."
"So that's it." Chen Xun nodded and continued to paint quietly.
The white duck moved its body. Although it didn't want to look at the painting anymore, curiosity still drove it. It carefully moved to the side of Chen Xun. Its huge body was taller than Chen Xun.
"Fourth Brother, outsiders all praise my extraordinary talent in the immortal way..."
Chen Xun murmured, and naturally saw the white duck sticking his head over, "But how do the old Taoists in Tianji Dao Palace know that my talent is actually in painting skills, singing skills, etc."
Speaking of this, his eyes showed a look of contempt for the world: "Are there any painting immortals or painting saints in the three thousand worlds now? I wonder how much worse they are than me?"
Chen Xun was not confident in his immortal talent. He had always been like this. After all, Gu Lisheng had to be defeated in front of Chen Xun. He really couldn't beat him!
"Huh?" White Duck thought seriously, "Sixth Junior Brother, do you mean this from your heart?"
"Of course." Chen Xun was very indifferent, "Fourth Senior Brother, it seems that there are painting immortals and painting saints in these three thousand worlds, which is interesting."
"No, it's not..." White Duck looked solemnly, staring at the painting, "To be honest, junior brother, I have lived for thousands of years, but I have never seen such a painting. At first glance, I was really shocked. For heavenly beings.”
"Hahaha..."
Chen Xun laughed and looked squarely at this white duck. With these words, the past grudges were wiped out and he knew the goods!
However.
Before the white duck finished speaking, he solemnly said: "Look again..."
"oh?"
Chen Xun stopped his pen, his eyes brightened slightly. He never minded others praising his painting skills. No matter how exaggerated it was, he would not find it exaggerated. No matter how much it was praised, he liked to hear it.
"Looking at it again, the writing is pale...the writing is messy, missing everything, superfluous...it is unsightly."
The white duck had contemplation in his eyes, talking eloquently and giving pointers, "Sixth Junior Brother, you still need to practice your painting skills. Our master has many masterpieces in the Hall of Thought. You can copy them..."
Just when it was chattering and pointing.
The white duck didn't realize that Chen Xun's face had gradually turned gloomy, that the breeze had become slightly colder, and that the Mo Lingxian Pond was actually forming a strange vortex, and the vitality of the world was rioting.
Even old cows would not dare to comment on his painting skills like this...
call!
The white duck paused for a moment and looked around with dumbfounded eyes. Why is this? !
"Fourth Senior Brother..."
"Ah, ah?"
"You are here to get the water from the Mo Lingxian Pond, right?" Chen Xun's deep voice seemed to reverberate in the heaven and earth, pouring into the ears of the white duck like a magic sound, and the latter nodded blankly.
boom!
The vitality of heaven and earth suddenly rioted, lightning flashed and thunder thundered in the sky.
"Sixth Junior Brother!!!" The white duck screamed sadly, and was pushed into the Mo Lingxian Pond by Chen Xun's palm. It fluttered wildly, "Sixth Junior Brother!! Ga~~Help!!"
Rumble...
The Mo Ling Immortal Pond was surging with excitement, surging like a wave. The white duck screamed miserably, and shouted again and again to explain: "Sixth Junior Brother, your paintings are really ugly. Senior Brother did not lie to you, why is this?!"
Its immortal way was suppressed by a magnificent force, leaving no room for resistance.
"You fucking...!"
Chen Xun was a little offended by the white duck's words, and firmly pressed the latter's head into the fairy pond, "You plotted against me back then, and I had already planned not to squat on you today. It seems that I can't let you go." is you!"
"Gah~"
The white duck was still flapping in the fairy pond, and his facial features were almost distorted, "Sixth Junior Brother, misunderstanding! Senior Brother, never say your paintings are ugly again! Help!! Gugu~~"
And Chen Xun's press lasted for two full days.
The white duck climbed up to the shore helplessly, like a drowned dog, completely powerless.
After it was soaked in the water of the Mo Ling Immortal Pond, it became completely black. Just as it was recovering its mana, it wanted to clean up the contaminated Immortal Pond water...
Sudden!
The white duck seemed to have been struck by thousands of thunders, and it was planted in the ground like a piece of iron wood.
It was fine when I arrived, but it seems I can't go back...
It has become a black duck...
But from the shore, Chen Xun's wanton laughter could be heard, and he spit out a mouthful of turbid breath. To be honest, the black duck looked pleasing to the eye.
