Zanxing

Chapter 129 - Scenery in the Painting (2)

The figure in the painting is extremely beautiful.

In the dim light of the thatched cottage, under the reflection of this beautiful painting, there is a sense of luminous pearls. This woman has delicate eyebrows and apricot eyes, with a faint smile on her vermilion lips, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, a natural beauty. She resembles the rising sun illuminating the morning clouds, like a hibiscus emerging from the green waves. Standing under the twin-winged flower tree, holding a fallen flower, her brows and eyes dance with life, making one hold their breath in admiration.

A mere painting exudes such an enchanting aura; one can only imagine that if the real person stood before them, all the beauties of the three realms would be overshadowed.

Zanxing's heart stirred. This woman bore a striking resemblance to the figure in white that appeared in her consciousness every time she practiced the "Qing'e Nianhua Staff." Could it be...?

In the lower right corner of the painting, a line of poetry was inscribed: "Radiant green flowers in the forest, the spirit wind stirs the jade branches." The handwriting was identical to that on the white-cut chicken sign, suggesting it was also written by the owner of the thatched cottage.

Zanxing glanced at Gu Baiying and cautiously asked, "Martial Uncle, could this painting be... of Fairy Qinghua?"

Gu Baiying remained silent, gazing at the beauty in the painting with a trance-like expression.

Zanxing looked up; the beauty in the painting was gazing down at the twin-winged flower in her fingertips. Zanxing kept watching, but she felt something was off... Wait, where is the twin-winged flower?

She suddenly woke up. The beauty had a crimson fallen flower in her hand, but now the beauty's hand was empty, missing one twin-winged flower.

"Martial Uncle..." Zanxing was about to share this discovery with Gu Baiying when she looked down and saw a vibrant flower perfectly nestled in her palm.

The flower from the painting had somehow come to life and landed in her hand.

In an instant, she looked up in astonishment, feeling a tremendous pull emanating from the painting towards her. Zanxing could only shout "Martial Uncle" before that unfamiliar force yanked her into the painting.

"Splash—"

Surrounded by chaotic darkness, Zanxing rubbed her eyes, unable to see anything. She wanted to take out a lighting talisman to see where she was, but when she reached for her waist, her Qiankun pouch had vanished without a trace, causing her heart to sink.

Soon after, footsteps sounded behind her. As the footsteps drew closer, the surroundings gradually brightened. It was like dipping a deep black ink into a bit of white, the white increasing until it resembled the transition from night to dawn, though the light was still hazy, like a thick fog covering it, or like the chaotic universe.

The footsteps stopped behind her, and Zanxing turned around.

Zanxing had never seen such a beautiful person.

The woman wore a snow-white dress, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, a visage that seemed to belong only in dreams. She looked identical to the beauty in the painting but was even more stunning. However, while the painted beauty could smile gently at those outside the painting, this goddess, as bright as the moon, merely gazed at her coldly, like ice.

After a long time, Zanxing looked at the beauty and asked, "Excuse me, what place is this?"

She had been pulled into the painting, but it was different from the "Xumi Jiezi Scroll" during her assessment at Gu Feng Mountain. In the painting, there was a beauty beneath the flower tree and enchanting scenery in the distance, but here, there was only emptiness.