Chapter 2288 (1/2)

”Mirafil von?” Angel repeated the name, then looked at the cloak man with a surprised look, ”are you the Lord of magic painting?”

”You look surprised?” Feng Tiao Mei said.

Angel shook his head: ”no... I just didn't expect that your master of magic painting looks so young.”

When Angel finished speaking, he stretched out his hand a little out of thin air, and a single oil painting that looked very old appeared in front of Feng. In the oil painting, there is an old man who looks very kind, smiling with a bucket of rolled paper on his back and a brush covered with blue gold paint in his hand.

”This is the portrait of Mr. Feng that I saw in an issue of” the shortage of position signs. ”

Feng Rao stared at the old man in the painting with interest. His eyes were filled with nostalgia. After a long time, he said, ”it's really nostalgic... It's really me in the painting. I used to walk in painters' associations all over the world and served as the president of painters' associations. For about 50 years, in order to avoid trouble, I used this face for some time.”

The painters guild is an organization set up by ordinary people. Feng has been in a mortal organization for 50 years. If he remains young, it will certainly cause great waves. That's why he has such a face.

However, Feng did not expect that his face, which took only a very short time, would eventually be included in the ”shortage record of position and face”.

While Feng was talking, angel's thoughts were also flowing rapidly.

Is the person in front of you really Feng? From various signs, it is possible that he is Feng. The most important point is that he doesn't have to lie to himself.

However, Feng's presence here is also somewhat unreasonable.

Moreover, he once asked angel ”are you the one who follows his footsteps?”, There is no doubt that 'he' in the words refers to Raphael Feng, but when asked from his mouth, it was not like talking about himself, but more like talking about others.

As a result, angel is still unable to completely determine the identity of the person in front of him.

Feng seemed to see the doubt in angel's eyes and said slowly, ”I am indeed miraphil Feng, but it is a little different from what you think.”

”I am a wisp of consciousness in the painting outlined by Feng with a brush. It has been sealed here until you reactivate the painting with the secret key of Aojia's numerous patterns, I can see the light again.”

In other words, he is Feng, but he is a little different from the real Feng. He is a virtual shadow drawn by Feng, but in this virtual shadow, he has Feng's personal consciousness.

Give personal consciousness to the figure in the painting? It was the first time angel had heard of this ability. He thought what he saw was a separation, but he didn't expect it to be just a wisp of consciousness.

After Feng explained his origin, he continued: ”Feng left me here just to wait for you.”

”Waiting for my arrival? So you are the treasure left by Mr. Feng?”

Feng smiled and said, ”if I say yes, will you feel very disappointed?”

Angel was noncommittal, because he didn't look forward to the so-called treasure. He just wanted to see if Feng's game really ushered in the end and what form it would end.

”If you have all the memories and personal experiences of magic painting wizards, it's not a loss.”

Feng: ”if you want to know Feng's knowledge from me, it's a pity that the noumenon doesn't leave much relevant information. Moreover, my existence will continue to consume my personal consciousness. In a short time, I will disappear.”

Angel: what is the meaning of your existence

”The meaning of my existence, as I said before, is to wait for your arrival.” Feng did not stop suddenly this time, but continued: ”I am not the treasure left by Feng. My existence is to dispel your doubts. I believe you should have a lot of doubts now.”

Angel looked at Feng in his cloak and whispered, ”indeed, I have a lot of doubts now.”

Feng stared into angel's eyes and seemed to read another solution: ”and, anger?”

Angel didn't answer, but there was anger in his heart.

He was angry at why he had become a pawn at the mercy of the game.

However, in the face of the existence of Feng's series, any of his emotions were meaningless, so he restrained himself and didn't show it. Unexpectedly, Feng ordered it himself.

”Come on, let's sit down and talk. I'll answer what you want to know.” After Feng said that, with a gentle wave of his hand, a starlight fell from the starry sky above his head, and a pair of tables and chairs emitting cold light were built under the big tree.

The two sat opposite each other.

After taking his seat, angel spoke first, but did not ask anything. He just introduced himself according to the rules.

”Angel, right? Since you are from a savage cave, have you heard that the old book mentioned me?”

Angel looked at Feng suspiciously. He didn't expect to mention the savage cave. Feng's first thought would be the old book... At least in angel's impression, if the Wizards of other organizations mentioned the savage cave, they either thought of Rhine or Shuling. Jingji is only famous among witches. Although shulao is famous, he is not seen all year round. It is more like a legend in the wizard world.

”The old book seldom shows up. When I enter the savage cave, I only saw the old side of the book during my apprenticeship.” Angel did not shy away, and simply said the meeting with the old book again.

After hearing angel's story, Feng suddenly looked up and laughed.

After a while, he stopped laughing: ”Mr. Shu took the initiative to answer your question, but you only mentioned one: how to find spiritual power? You know, at the beginning, Feng... My noumenon, went to see Mr. Shu for hundreds of years and didn't let Mr. Shu speak. If my noumenon knew that you wasted such an opportunity, it would be unbearable to put you in the painting burning cage and burn it for decades.”