C132 (2/2)

Kid, you're pretty smart. The old man smiled. Indeed, the drawing of these four paintings was not only limited to spiritual sense. The process of drawing was accompanied by the sound of a zither.

When I drew these four paintings, I played along with the zither while she used her spiritual sense as the brush and spent three days to finish the four paintings.

But after that...

Yi Zhou nodded his head, but the result was clear, so there was no need to say anymore.

Senior, I'll have to trouble you to touch the zither according to the sequence of these four paintings. Yi Zhou said.

Good. The old man nodded and sat down cross-legged. The zither appeared in a flash.

The melodious and melodious zither music rippled out, and Yi Zhou was staring at the picture scroll attentively. The Thirteen Mystical Holy Hells Monastery's thoughts started to circulate, and in his eyes, that picture scroll seemed to have life.

However, the power of Yi Zhou's mind consciousness was far from sufficient. He could deduce the concept of this painting based on his perspective, perfectly fitting the essence of it, but wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.

After a long while, Yi Zhou realized that other than the image on its surface, this painting also contained a feeling of endless growth, like a flower?

Yi Zhou shook his head, and then continued to visualize the remaining picture scrolls.

Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, Yi Zhou felt that all four paintings were filled with vitality, it was as if every painting had the concept of a flower behind them.

The zither music gradually stopped, and Yi Zhou retracted his gaze.

What did you see? the old man asked.

The spiritual sense that drew each painting had a feeling of compatibility, and the thing that fit seemed to be …

Flower! Yi Zhou replied.

A fusion between divine sense and a flower? The old man was startled and his body began to tremble.

The artistic conception that was compatible with every painting was actually a flower?!

Flowers... The old man seemed to have caught on to something as he stared unwaveringly at the four painting scrolls.

If it really was a flower, what kind of flower would it be?

He suddenly became very nervous, staring at the four picture scrolls in a daze with cloudy eyes.

Suddenly, the old man turned and asked Yi Zhou. Can you imagine what kind of flowers?

Senior, my cultivation has not reached the ninth level of the mind yet, and I have not truly understood the power of the soul. However, I have only trained in the Soul Forging Martial Arts, so it is difficult for me to figure out what kind of flower it is with the power of the soul. Yi Zhou shook his head.

That... The old man sighed.

Yi Zhou also frowned slightly, but he suddenly thought of something and said. Senior, if I touch the zither, will you be able to comprehend the flower in the painting?

You still want to practice zither? The old man's eyes glittered.

Yi Zhou smiled and nodded.

That's good. Seeing Yi Zhou's nod, the old man's taut face had a smile, and he looked as naive as a child.

Saying that, Yi Zhou sat on the ground and the clear zither appeared in a flash. Accompanied by the throbbing of the notes, the zither music filled the sky.

You only listen to me play it once and you'll remember it? The old man's eyes glittered in surprise.

Senior, please do not care about these details. Yi Zhou smiled and nodded.

The old man nodded and didn't ask anymore questions. After that, he gazed at the four paintings with cloudy eyes. He probed outwards with his Spiritual Sense, and following the zither music that Yi Zhou produced, he found the state of consciousness.

The artistic conception in the painting had flowers and shrubs growing on it.

As for the old man, he was deep in thought.

You... What do you mean? The old man's eyes glittered.

Senior, you will be able to comprehend what kind of flower is in the other three paintings, but only the second one is not. Perhaps it is because the people in senior's heart do not wish for Senior to know what kind of flower this is. Yi Zhou said.

When the old man heard this, he became much quieter as he stared at the empty space in front of him.

Did she not want him to know?

Primordial Flower, Non-Phase Flower, Elemental Flower. ”Yi Zhou muttered.

Birth, absence, follow. Yi Zhou thought.

Suddenly, a light flashed through his mind.

No, it should be life, form, or follow. Yi Zhou said before turning his gaze to the grey-robed elder. And the missing flower in the second painting, should be... Die!

So this is...

Life, death, phase, and follow!

The gaze of the gray-robed elder froze, Yi Zhou's mutter was like lightning that struck directly into his mind, causing his body to suddenly stiffen.

At this moment, Yi Zhou suddenly felt a stifling atmosphere in the space.

Life and death were intertwined. The grey-robed old man muttered as hot tears rolled down his face.

The next moment, the old man let out a miserable laugh.

Shen Ao Cang, you are such a bastard, you will definitely die a horrible death!

Suddenly, the grey-robed old man slammed his palm onto his chest, following which, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed onto the ground, his anger assailing his heart.

However, his eyes were still open, and his deep pupils were filled with endless regret and despair.

The Shen Ao Cang that he spoke of, was indeed him.

Senior. Yi Zhou's heart trembled, he squatted down, and wanted to check on Shen Ao Cang's injuries.

Shen Ao Cang waved his hand at him, his gaze was still fixated on the four paintings in the sky. Despair, indignation and regret could be seen within his empty eyes.

With just a glance, everyone could feel the deep sorrow in his heart.

Since it had already happened, I hope that senior can take care of himself. In short, it's not too late now that I know about it. Yi Zhou sighed, thinking that there must have been something strange going on with Senior Shen.