The Realm of Spiritual Auspiciousness

Rui Rongrong's love for painting stems purely from the burning and deep obsession with Furui culture. In his eyes, painting is just an outlet to vent his emotions, a means to concrete his inner yearning and love for Furui's world, rather than the professional path he aspires to pursue. He has never received systematic painting training, and painting skills are a vague field for him. He only relies on the endless enthusiasm and innate intuition deep in his heart to freely express his imagination of Fury's image on the canvas. His works may not be elegant when viewed from a professional artistic perspective. The brushstrokes are a bit immature and the color combinations lack exquisite ideas. However, every stroke and every stroke is filled with his most sincere emotions and is an unreserved exposure of his inner world. He paints entirely based on his state of mind. When inspiration strikes, he happily picks up the brush, but once the interest dissipates, the brush is shelved. His personality tends to be introverted, like a pearl wrapped in a hard shell, usually exuding a soft and reserved light. In a familiar environment, he could still immerse himself comfortably in his own Fu Rui world, but once he stepped into an unfamiliar situation, the inherent awkwardness and uneasiness surged into his heart like a tide, surrounding him layer by layer. He was like a little deer lost in the bustling city, his eyes were full of vigilance and shyness, and his body would become stiff unconsciously. However, deep in his seemingly weak heart, there is a strong curiosity and desire to explore the unknown world. It is like a suppressed flame. Although it does not burn fiercely, it continues to exude warmth in the bottom of his heart. It's just that this flame is often covered up by his external shyness, like a star obscured by dark clouds. It only occasionally shines with a faint light at specific moments. On that ordinary but destined to be extraordinary night, after Rui Rongrong completed a Furui-themed illustration, she lay on the table exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he was enveloped by a strong and dazzling light, which was as hot as the sun and stung him so much that he could hardly open his eyes. Immediately afterwards, an unimaginably powerful force swept toward him like a ferocious beast in a whirlpool. Under the pull of this force, his body instantly lost control, and an ethereal and distant voice came from his ears: "Step into the spiritual fantasy land, and it will be difficult to return here." (Rui Rongrong's eyes widened in his sleep, struggling desperately in horror, his hands dancing in the air irregularly, his feet dangling involuntarily, and then he was completely pulled into the bottomless whirlpool by this ruthless force) When the light gradually faded, Rui Rongrong slowly opened her eyes and found that she was already in a small village in Lingrui Fantasy Land. The village is surrounded by green mountains. The undulating mountains look like a green picture carefully drawn by nature. The green water flows leisurely, like a string of crystal clear necklaces surrounding the village. The quaint stone houses are scattered in this peaceful land, and the smoke rises from the chimneys, adding a bit of fireworks to the whole village. Rui Rongrong was filled with shock and confusion. He slowly looked at himself. His hands had turned into four fingers and were covered with a layer of light blue short hair. The fingers were slightly bent. The strange and novel touch made him panic. His body was covered in blue and white hair, like a precious brocade. Caressed by the breeze, the hair shone with a charming luster, as if it contained mysterious magic power. The small blue horn on the top of the head has a halo of light flowing at the tip, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky. The furry blue and white tail behind it is fluffy and soft, and the tip of the tail is upturned like a blooming blue flower. He tried to control his tail, but accidentally caused it to sweep across the ground due to excessive force, causing a slight wind sound. This sudden situation made a trace of annoyance and helplessness appear on his face. Rui Rongrong raised his head, his blue eyes full of confusion, looking around to find out. At this time, there was a slight movement behind the flowers beside a stone house not far away. He looked nervously and saw a snow-white, extremely cute Furui fox appearing. This Furui fox has a sweet name - Xueying. On her furry head, her big and smart eyes flashed, and her two big white tails behind her were like soft clouds. Xueying is lively and cheerful by nature, passionate about new things, kind-hearted and willing to help others. (Rui Rongrong opened her mouth slightly, her throat was tight, she swallowed, and took a step back unconsciously, touching the grass with the soles of her hind feet) Seeing Rui Rongrong's reaction, Xueying's ears twitched slightly, slightly nervous, but more out of curiosity. "Who are you? How come you are here? This is the magical land of Lingrui, a place that is difficult for outsiders to enter." Xue Ying's clear voice was full of doubts. Accompanied by Xue Ying, Rui Rongrong walked toward the magic house with full of trepidation. On the way, I passed by a quaint little shop, with a strange-looking Furui standing at the door. He has the body shape of a fox, and his yellow and white hair is like sunlight falling on the snow. The whale horns on his body reveal a different kind of mystery. His small feet are similar to Ruifong. The whole thing looks like a tiger but has a unique charm. Xue Ying happily introduced: "This is my good friend, Jinze. His store is the famous Lingyun Treasure Pavilion in Lingrui Fantasy Township. It is filled with all kinds of weird and magical little objects." Jinze has a calm personality and is somewhat wise. He often looks at things deeply. Although he doesn't say much, every word has deep meaning. Jin Ze looked at Rui Rongrong curiously and asked: "Xue Ying, who is this?" Xue Ying was about to answer, but suddenly remembered that he had not had time to explain the details to Jin Ze, so he simply said: "His name is Rui Rongrong, and he suddenly appeared here for some reason. I am taking him to the magic house to see if I can figure out his origins." ?? Jinze nodded slightly, "This is really strange." Rui Rongrong listened silently on the side, and his heart became more and more eager to get to the magic house quickly to find out the truth. He followed Xue Ying closely, his steps speeding up unconsciously, and his tail swayed uneasily. ?? Xue Ying took the lead and walked forward, gently knocking on the door of the magic house. The heavy knock on the door echoed in the silence. After a moment, the door slowly opened, a soft light came out, and a young demon-like Furui woman [You Ji] appeared at the door. There was a trace of laziness in her eyes, and she yawned and said, "What's going on? You're in such a hurry." As a devil, Youji has a casual personality and acts based on her preferences. However, she is sincere to her friends. Although she is often pulled by Angel [Ling Yu] to handle things, she never complains. She and Angel [Ling Yu] have known each other since childhood and have a deep relationship. Youji's ears are huge, pink and green, exuding a different kind of playfulness. There are black horns on the ears, and a small crown is delicately decorated on the horns, adding a bit of mysterious charm. Her eyes are green and pink, and there seems to be endless stories hidden in the blend of colors. Her eyes are dynamic and her expressions are extremely rich. Sometimes she is fierce, as if she is going to play some mischief in the next second, and sometimes she is so cute that people can't help but love her. Looking behind her, there is a pair of wings spread out, black and pink contrasting with each other, shaped like a bat, blowing up the slightest breeze. Her body is gray, but there are many pink and green decorations on it, which makes the original monotonous gray a little more lively. The tail is fluffy and soft, mainly gray, but with some subtle pink and green details. It swings gently as she moves, which is really beautiful. There is also a black bow tie around his neck. There is a small skull pattern on the bow tie, which gives a hint of evil charm amidst the cuteness. Overall, Yuki is the kind of character who has an evil temperament and is irresistibly cute. Anyone who sees her will find this image unique and endearing. ?? Not long after, the angel-like Furui woman [Ling Yu] arrived. Her whole body exuded soft light, her overall image was soft and gentle, her colors were soft, she was smiling, friendly, positive, her words were full of encouragement, she was careful and considerate, and she had a mysterious eye on her belly. ?? Xue Ying thanked Ling Yu and briefly recounted what happened. After hearing this, Lingyu gently pulled up Rui Rongrong's paw and said softly: "Dear Rui Rongrong, don't be afraid. Although the road ahead may be foggy, the star of hope will definitely penetrate the haze." ?? Everyone walked into the magic house, and Rui Rongrong was amazed by the dazzling array of magic items in the house. Youji found a comfortable place to sit down and muttered: "You guys do it first, I will help if you need it." Lingyu brought Rui Rongrong to the center of the magic circle and said: "Rui Rongrong, stand here, I will use magic to explore your secrets. The process may be uncomfortable, but I hope you have courage and faith." Rui Rongrong took a deep breath, nodded firmly, (his body was shaking slightly, and his ears were nervously pressed against his head) to prepare for the unknown magic exploration. ?? Lingyu waved his magic wand to activate the magic circle, and the magic power circulated in Rui Rongrong's body, which gradually became uncomfortable (he gritted his teeth and endured it). Although You Ji is lazy, she is still concerned. As the magic deepened, Rui Rongrong's mind was filled with images of original world paintings and fantasy land sacrifices, but it was difficult to see the connection clearly, and her headache worsened. Lingyu comforted and urged to persist. At the peak of the magic power, Rui Rongrong caught a glimpse of the power controlled by the black shadow, but could not see clearly because of the shaking of the magic circle. You Ji took action in time to stabilize the situation, and Ling Yu lamented that the secret was far beyond imagination and needed to find more helpers or clues. Although Rui Rongrong was weak, she was determined to find the truth and return home. Xue Ying expressed her company, and then everyone discussed whether to go to the wise man Furui or explore the mysterious corner... ?? However, the impact of the magic circle greatly weakened Rui Rongrong. His body became extremely weak, and he felt dizzy and dizzy like a raging wave. (Rui Rongrong staggered and stood unsteadily, her eyes full of helplessness) Seeing this, Xue Ying was filled with worry and hurriedly stepped forward to help along with You Ji and Ling Yu. "Rui Rongrong, take a good rest first." Xueying said softly. Afterwards, they took Rui Rongrong to a quiet room in the magic house and gently placed him on the soft bed. Rui Rongrong closed her eyes, frowned, and allowed the dizziness to invade her. After a while, she fell into a deep sleep, leaving only Xue Ying and others silently guarding him, thinking about how to help him recover and find out the truth. Purpose: Rui Rongrong's love for painting stems purely from the fiery and deep obsession with Furui culture. In his eyes, painting is just an outlet to vent his emotions, a means to concrete his inner yearning and love for Furui's world, rather than the professional path he aspires to pursue. He has never received systematic painting training, and painting skills are a vague field for him. He only relies on the endless enthusiasm and innate intuition deep in his heart to freely express his imagination of Fury's image on the canvas. His works may not be elegant when viewed from a professional artistic perspective. The brushstrokes are a bit immature and the color combinations lack exquisite ideas. However, every stroke and every stroke is filled with his most sincere emotions and is an unreserved exposure of his inner world. He paints entirely based on his mood. When inspiration strikes, he happily picks up the brush, but once the interest fades, the brush is shelved.