1013 sGuangling Painting” (1/2)
Correct?
Or wrong?
Fang Zhengzhi did not think about these questions as he had only one thought in mind. No matter what the outcome was and no matter what would happen in the future, at least for now…
He was unable to see Yun Qingwu die in front of him
That was because he was a man.
Buzz! At the instant Fang Zhengzhi pressed his hand on the black-golden box, Yun Qingwu's figure appeared in front of him.
Of course, apart from Yun Qingwu, there were the 28 Maps of Access to Heaven.
However, the 28 Maps of Access to Heaven had formed a silvery-white bright spot and scenes kept changing in that spot.
Mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, beasts, birds, flames, lightning…
Everything, all forms of life and nature seemed to be congregating rapidly, causing the silvery-white spot to shine more vibrantly.
”What's that?”
”Why did this radiance appear?!”
”Young Lord…”
”Look at Young Lord's hair!”
The sudden turn of the event caused the troops of the Monster Race and Demon Race who had wanted Fang Zhengzhi to die to freeze in the spot and everyone stared in disbelief.
That was because Yun Qingwu had re-appeared.
Most importantly, Yun Qingwu's hair had turned as white as snow and was no longer the black fountain-like hair.
What was going on?
What happened to Yun Qingwu's hair?
Besides that, it was evident that Yun Qingwu's face was drained of color and her lips were terrifyingly purple, as though she had been poisoned.
”What on earth did Fang Zhengzhi do?”
”What did he do to Young Lord? Why did Young Lord suffer such severe injuries?”
The troops of the Monster Race and Demon Race were anxious and furious.
At this moment, the silvery-white radiance in Yun Qingwu's hands stopped moving and the scenery stopped changing too.
It was as though time had stopped at that moment.
The entire world quietness down and what was left was the silvery-white spot which slowly expanded and turned into a silvery-white object that looked like a scroll of painting.
Rumble!
Boom!
The sky turned dark with dark clouds and bolts of lightning struck across the sky, lighting up the sky and the scroll of painting.
It was a scroll of red and black painting.
At the center of the painting was a peaceful mirror-like lake that had occasional waves. There were tall mountains, trees, flowers and birds flying in the sky.
It was a scroll of painting that was ”alive”.
Be it the water surface, mountains, trees or birds, they were all alive. Roars were heard as the birds flew past the sky. Occasionally, a few of them walked out of the mountains and drank water from the lake.
Spat! Just as everyone's attention was fixed on the scroll of painting, Yun Qingwu's face turned red suddenly and spat out a mouth of blood.
”Blood from the heart?!” Fang Zhengzhi froze on the spot. He knew that when's energy was severely depleted, one would spit out blood from the heart.
That was what happened to Yun Qingwu.
Her hair turned white instantly.
The energy Yun Qingwu spent in the black-golden box was terrifying.
However, she still managed to do it.
With such an overwhelming pressure, she spent such a short time to successfully deduce the sequence of the 28 Maps of Access to Heaven and pieced them together.
His common sense told him that he should snatch the scroll of painting from Yun Qingwu immediately as it was the product after the 28 Maps of Access to Heaven were pieced together.
This scroll of painting was with Yun Qingwu.
What would the outcome be?
It was beyond imagination.
He wanted to snatch it but for some reason, he did not move. He stood on the spot quietly and observed how Yun Qingwu touched the scroll of painting.
Yun Qingwu touched it very carefully as if she was touching something she loved. Her face was extremely pale and her hair was white as snow.
However, Yun Qingwu did not seem to care about this.
At this moment, she only had the scroll of painting in mind. She was admiring it and ignored the blood that was spurting in the sky. She was admiring it silently and nothing seemed to distract her.
”What is Young Lord holding onto?!”
”That looks like a scroll of painting…”
”The painting is moving!”
The troops of the Monster Race and Demon Race stopped moving and attacking Fang Zhengzhi and fixed their gazes on Yun Qingwu.
”Could this be…” Nangong Mu's bloodshot eyes displayed a sense of shock when he saw the trees on the painting move in the wind.
At this moment, Yun Qingwu slowly turned her head around.
Then, she looked at Fang Zhengzhi. Her eyes were as beautiful and black as before and they were calm like water.
However, she could no longer last.
”Yun Qingwu, you…” Fang Zhengzhi saw how Yun Qingwu's body was falling to the ground and moved. Instead of snatching the scroll of painting from her, he supported Yun Qingwu's body and rested her head on his shoulder.
Yun Qingwu was drenched in sweat but Fang Zhengzhi did not care about that. He supported Yun Qingwu silently and warmed her ice-cold body with the warmth of his body.
Suddenly, Yun Qingwu smiled.
She showed a heartened smile as though she was enjoying the sunset.
It was warm and beautiful but it was already sunset.
Then, Yun Qingwu tightened her fists and grabbed onto the scroll of painting tightly before passing it to Fang Zhengzhi slowly.
”Finally, we… we can fight…”
”Yes, yes, we are fighting alongside each other.” Fang Zhengzhi nodded strongly and passed his Origin Energy to Yun Qingwu.
”Thank you…”
”Why are you thanking me? I should be the one thanking you!”
”Hmm, you… are right, you should thank… thank me. Then can I… bring up a… another deal?”
”Speak!”
”I want to name… name this scroll… scroll of painting. I want to call it…”Guangling Painting”, do… do you think it is okay?”
”Guangling Painting?!” Fang Zhengzhi's body froze. His tightened his fists again as he looked at the hopeful eyes of Yun Qingwu and nodded vigorously, ”Alright, I will name it ”Guangling Painting”!”
”I… I… really want to take… take another look…” Yun Qingwu's voice stopped as she had gradually closed her eyes.
Fang Zhengzhi stopped talking.
He could feel that Yun Qingwu's heart was still beating but her breath was extremely heavy, as though she wanted to gain back everything she had lost.
Yun Qingwu…