C375 The Painting Man of the Temple

It was then that the middle-aged man flashed into the painting. He saw that the painting was as warm as spring, and the birds sang and the flowers bloomed. The small bridge and the flowing water were simply a paradise on earth. At this moment, the middle-aged man walked into the pavilion and sat down on the stone bench. He spread out his hand and released Lan Wenxuan's divine sense