Grandpa looked at Xiaoxian with kind eyes.

He turned around and said to Ning Changan: "I have to find a way to get out!"

Ning Chang'an said: "I have entered the painting world before and know where the door is, but now I can't go out. If the hunting picture is either imprisoned by magic or upgraded. Grandpa, you are knowledgeable and have analyses."

Wu Huangsu, who had been trapped in the painting world for a long time, looked at his grandfather with a gaze.

Grandpa looked up and his eyes wandered between the dark sky and the mountains in the distance.

After a while, he spoke word by word, "The space of the painting world has earth, fire, feng shui, thick mountains, and water veins flowing. To be simple, he already has the power of nature. The painting world can be refined and upgraded. The sun and moon light were born, and the sky became a magic weapon. Now he is imprisoned by magic. There are two possibilities for leaving the painting world."

"Which two?" Wu Huangsu asked.

"The first is to break the realm with the realm. The painting world has not reached the level of self-acting the sky, and has a profound cultivation level, so it is forced to break the realm."

"The second is to find the flaws in the painting world. The painting world has its own wisdom, but if the brush and ink become pictures, and refining them into the painting world, there must be a process, so there will be a defect in the brush and find this flaw. Breaking the realm will result twice as much as possible. When the painting world refines to evolve the sun and the moon, you really can't get out."

His expression became slightly solemn, and grandfather said, "Not only can he not get out of the painting environment, but he also has the possibility of being sacrificed to the painting world. Everyone himself becomes a part of the painting world."

Ning Chang'an took a cool air and thought of the horse riders he saw when he entered the painting world. Could it be that they were all sacrificed to the painting world and became completely painted people?

Feeling and understanding have been raised again.

Looking at Ning Chang'an, grandpa said, "What level are you in now?"

"you do not know!"

"I could still perceive a little while Luo Jiang, but now I can't detect anything." Grandpa said.

Ning Changan knew what grandpa said.

When Luo Jiangshi said that he was in a state of mind, he wondered whether he had taken the turtle breath pills given by the old Taoist in Hongyue Market. Grandpa turtle spirit smelled the same breath.

"I entered the second-grade Mahayana state when I was in Guangling County!"

Chen Yuhuo's eyes were full of spirit.

Grandpa turtle spirit shook his head.

"The first grade of no form can be tried, and the second grade of Mahayana is not enough. Since Prince Ji has included us in the painting world, he should pay attention to it, which is probably not to be able to be sacrificed and refined painting realm. The advantage is that this kind of sacrifice cannot be directly killed. Just like alchemy, it needs to be slowly cooked, so you have to hurry up."

"Grandpa, you are a person with supernatural powers." Ning Chang'an praised.

"As old, many things are rigid and become qualitative. If you want to climb up, you will have different fishing fires, with different talents and outstanding understanding. It takes only a few dozen days for Chentang County to Guangling County, and you will have to break through to the second grade. The fishing fires are not idle in Chentang County, so you can absorb Jianmu Lingyun to practice, and the second grade is one step away."

Looking at Xiaoxian, grandpa said, "If it really doesn't work, grandpa will give you a helping hand in the golden elixir. You can take Xiaoxian out."

"The topic is heavy." Ning Changan was dissatisfied.

"That's right, how could grandpa say that!" Chen Yuhuo was angry.

Grandpa smiled calmly.

"It is natural to try to improve the realm, at least it can increase the bargaining chips against Ji Huaiying. The second way to go out of the painting world has to rely on." Ning Chang'an spoke.

Chen Yuhuo's eyes lit up: "Grandpa said, finding the ink flaws in the hunting map to get out of the door with twice the result with half the effort. You are proficient in ink!"

"It's difficult. People are in the painting environment, and they can't see the full picture of the hunting picture!" Grandpa rejected.

"I copied the hunting pictures during the Half Day Bookstore, remember!"

Wu Huangsu frowned: "Even if you can copy it vividly, you are not a painter, and you have different writing styles. The level of cultivation and attainment in your eyes may be a flaw in others' eyes, and vice versa."

"This principle is correct, but we have to try it all the time, right?" Ning Changan said.

Wu Huangsu nodded.

Grandpa patted Ning Chang'an on the shoulder, turned around and entered the hut and came out with plum wine.

"Come on and on, Chang'an, you are quietly thinking about the outline of the original picture when you copied the hunting picture."

Wu Huangsu followed his grandfather.

Chen Yuhuo watched his grandfather go away, and his elbow hit Ning Chang'an.

"Congratulations!"

"Happy together!" Ning Changan replied with a smile.

The girl stretched out her hand and had a small black shield the size of a nameplate in her palm.

Facing upward, there is a small sword engraved with runes on both sides.

"Send it to you!"

There was always a comfortable and faint smile on his face. Chen Yuhuo said, "When you were in Chentang County, you would give Jianmu, and I would look vulgar if I wanted to deliver things. If you break the situation, I will naturally be happy and want to express it."

Ning Chang'an took the black shield and took out the broken sword score given by Meng Po in Hongyue Market.

"Grandpa said that practice cannot be delayed. I will give you the sword score. If you don't have many, just four styles."

Chen Yuhuo was not satisfied, "Why is this so?"

"Why can't this be like this? It's not possible!" Ning Chang'an said.

The girl smiled, "That's fine!"

The clip from "The Scheme of Gong Xin" by Xueban Bookstore, with both hands overlapping and bent legs, "Thank you for the gift of your son!"

Yan Luo chuckled again.

It is indeed like the Bull Demon Shiba said, and his smile is very charming!

Then the girl with a smile on her eyebrows said, "What I give you is a defensive magic weapon called 'sweet potato'. She can withstand the full blown attack of the first-class master. If you really want to fight Ji Huaiying, you will be the one who takes the lead, and you will be prepared for any trouble."

Ning Chang'an knew that Chen Yuhuo gave the items to the house was absolutely extraordinary, but he didn't expect that they had such a function. He thought to himself, "It's so expensive!"

This girl is really not an ordinary person.

The donkey is called "Adai", and the defensive magic weapon that can withstand a first-class formless attack is called "sweet potato". For ordinary people, they can give it a bright name no matter how hard they are.

Chen Yuhuo clapped his hands: "When you enter Tonggu Realm in the suburbs of Chentang County, you take action after entering the Tonggu Realm. The sword style is amazing. Although the sword score is four styles, it will inevitably shock the world and the earth. Besides, a killing technique is enough. The world, every grass and a tree, and even everything is just a sword that has been tempered and achieved through transformation. It is better to get you off. You can't let you down, right? When you paint, I look at the sword score to check whether you have the ability to learn and enlighten."

Yan Luo, the girl turned around in the wind and snow, and took the sword to enter the thatched hut.

Ning Chang'an has the urge to tuck his palm.

Chen Yuhuo’s understanding of swordsmanship is extraordinary, this is the foundation.

People started to think about it again.

"Everything is nothing but a sword." The saying of fishing fire is very consistent with the gods' moves "will do whatever they want" and the "no taboos" realm that can break all things. Quietly, Ning Chang'an felt that he grabbed another beam of light.

In the hut, Chen Yuhuo devoutly put the sword score on the table, sat on the wooden chair, flipped the page, and immersed himself in it.

The hut side.

The magnetic voice of Zhu Yaotian hook sounded: "I have a leg!"

The little fairy was frowning.

"Guanguo, what should I give to me when my sister is so happy!"

There is no day and night in the painting world. Ning Chang'an has a complete range of mirrors, flowers, water, moon and space.

Chen Yuhuo practices swordsmanship, Ning Chang'an paints.

The hut was hung with copied hunting pictures.

The pen is exquisite and ink is instantly versatile, and the wonderful painting is so beautiful that Wu Huangsu is amazed.

But Ning Chang'an was not satisfied.

In terms of level, it is beyond the "Hunting Picture" I copied at the Half Day Bookstore, but Ning Changan knew that the more exquisite it was, the less I could find the flaws in the hunting picture.

Looking at the clear ridges and gullies in the picture, Ning Chang'an thought.

Chen Yuhuo in the hut was also frowning.

Ning Chang'an's four-style swordsmanship is really profound.

There are mental formulas and techniques for qi movement, but they just cannot understand the meaning contained in the sword pose.

Without intention, you will lose the heart of the sword. How to defeat the enemy and win.
Chapter completed!