Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

Chapter 616 I know what to do...

"Did you step on your wife's leg?"

Dongfang was startled, subconsciously backed away.

But at this moment, the old man smiled again and said, "You stepped on my wife's favorite Qingjing flower again."

"Forehead?"

Dongfang didn't dare to move immediately, and looked down at his feet, a flower with thorns, just like the rose that Dongfang knew.

Then, Dongfang carefully lifted his foot and stepped into an open space.

The so-called Qing Jinghua stood up tenaciously, as if she didn't care about being stepped on by others.

But at this moment, the old man smiled and said, "You stepped on my wife's hand again!"

Dongfang's scalp felt numb in an instant. Could this old man be insane?
You won't blackmail yourself, will you?
Just when Dongfang was hesitating whether to move, guessing what the old man would say.

The old man said with a smile: "Understood?"

"The flowers in the mountain stream are meaningless, but in my heart, each of them is my wife's favorite flower."

"The land in this mountain stream has no meaning at all, but in my heart, every part of them is the body of my wife!"

"You's paintings lack emotion and meaning!"

"If you want to draw the picture you want, first of all, you have to know what you want and know your heart!"

"Only if you give your heart to what you draw, then it will have meaning!"

The old man stood on the top of the grave, looked at the sea of ​​flowers all around, and said with a leisurely expression: "Draw the bones with the heart, freehand with the emotion, and express the spirit with the mind. Back then, my wife also liked to draw!"

"She often said this sentence. She used to be young and didn't understand it, but now she understands it but can't see the painting."

"But it doesn't matter anymore!"

"It's like this mountain stream...it's meaningless at all, just because she sleeps here forever, so in my heart, it is my wife!"

Listening to the old man's series of words, Dongfang froze in place for an instant.

"Draw the bone with the heart, freehand with the emotion, express the spirit with the mind!"

This sentence seems to tell Dongfang everything in the painting.

Guide the direction of the painting in general.

This mountain, this water, this flower, this grass, should be seen everywhere.

It also has life, but when it carries a person's affection, it seems to be different.

Just like painting, what is shown is not the painting itself, but the heart and friendship of the painter.

Only in this way, when others see your paintings, can they understand your state of mind when painting, is it joy or anger?
Is it worry or worry?

Is it sad or happy?

Is it affectionate, or fickle.

"Life is not strange...but it is wonderful because of experience!"

"There is no difference in life...but everything is born because of attachment!"

"Life should be the same...but it is different because of love!"

At this moment, countless sentiments flickered in Dongfang's mind.

He thought of the people he had experienced over the years, good or bad, affectionate or loving, but they were all different.

The memories given to him also vary.

When those memories merged with those people, those figures in his mind had life in Dongfang's heart.

Different life.

"Old man Xiao...Thank you for your advice!"

Dongfang came back to his senses, and his tone suddenly became natural and comfortable.

Old man Xiao... the name may be different because of this mountain stream.

Perhaps, Old Man Xiao also wants others to call him Old Man Xiao.

"Hahaha... good! Extraordinary comprehension is really extraordinary!"

Old man Xiao smiled heartily, but his waist was still slightly arched, and his back was still slightly arched.

Still holding a shovel in his hand, he was still planting flowers and plants smoothly.

It's like never getting tired of it.

"You know me?"

Hearing old man Xiao's words, Dongfang was slightly surprised, such an old man who has nothing to do with the world and only grows flowers in this mountain stream, actually knows himself?
"It doesn't matter if you want to know!"

The old man Xiao shook his head and said, "How many women are there in the world who are brave and persistent in pursuing what I want in my heart?"

"If I had your courage back then...she might..."

The old man Xiao looked down at the graves under his feet, and shook his head with an inexplicable expression.

The girl in front of me is really likable, and she is too similar to her in the courage to pursue what she thinks in her heart.

It seems that I like to draw...

In her, he seemed to be able to see her shadow.

It's just that their ending is life and death. Even Xiao Tian, ​​who was a genius back then, has now become a hunched old man.

Become a gardener.

And the future of the girl in front of her... I'm afraid she won't be peaceful.

"I hope... you have a good home!"

Old man Xiao sighed in his heart, and then carried the bamboo basket on his back again, and started planting flowers day after day.

Looking at Old Man Xiao's back, Dongfang felt a lot of emotion for a while.

Although I haven't heard the story of old man Xiao, the story of old man Xiao is written all over this mountain stream.

"Draw your bones with your heart?"

Dongfang turned around and walked out of the mountain stream cautiously, while admiring the surrounding flowers and trees, his thoughts continued.

Only when the flowers, plants and trees get the chance, can they become fine in a hundred years and become spirits in a thousand years.

The flowers and plants in front of me have not had that opportunity yet, they are not even spirits, let alone become spirits.

Speaking of it... there is really no so-called strength of character.

But what everyone sees and feels, as their mood changes, naturally makes the flowers, plants and trees show differently.

When someone sees bamboo, what they see is that it stands tall and straight, like a sword, which bends rather than bends.

What some people see is hollow, empty like wilderness, at a loss as to where to go.

"The front is Miss Dongfang!"

Suddenly, a deep voice rang in Dongfang's ear.

The next moment, a slightly aged figure came from afar.

Arriving in front of Dongfang, he hurriedly saluted respectfully, and took out a toban with all kinds of jade bottles on it.

"Miss Dongfang, this is the elixir refined by my young master Xiao Yan. Since the young master is about to go into seclusion, I asked me to bring it here!"

The old man bowed, lifted the pallet above his head, and placed it in front of Dongfang.

Looking at the bottles and jars above, Dongfang frowned slightly, and asked, "Are these made by Xiao Yan?"

Too much.

There are more than [-] bottles, and Xiao Yan probably hasn't rested much since returning to Jiuhua Immortal Sect for more than ten days.

All of them are used to refine medicine pills.

"Exactly! Every bottle is made by the young master himself!"

The old man responded with a respectful tone.

"You said he was going to retreat?"

Dongfang opened his mouth and looked at these pills with heavy eyes.

These pills were useless to him, but Xiao Yan kept refining them and sent someone to deliver them.

At this moment, Dongfang seemed to feel the difference of these pills.

"Yes! The young master is going to the Tianfen Cave for retreat!"

The old man responded.

"Heavenly Burning Cave? Could it be a different fire?"

Although Dongfang doesn't know much about it, he also knows that Tianfeng Cave is a strange place with accelerated cultivation.

In other words, the nine main peaks of Jiuhua Xianzong all have their own unique features.

Cyanwood Peak is full of vigor and vitality, and it is the best place for wood genus to practice.

There is a sky burning cave in Lihuo Peak, which can speed up the cultivation of the fire attribute.

Houtu Peak has a thousand valleys and a strange gravity. People in it are like carrying a thousand mountains on their backs, making it difficult to move.

But it is the best place for soil practice.

"Okay! I've accepted the pill, what else does he have to say?"

Dongfang can remember that Xiao Yan promised himself that he would collect materials for himself and refine a set of special brushes for painting.

"My young master said that Miss doesn't need to be under too much pressure, just practice with peace of mind."

"What about the future? He will accompany the young lady to walk there, even if he is facing those shameless old guys!"

Listening to the old man's words, Dongfang nodded thoughtfully.

When transforming into a god, vitality erupts, blessing the land for hundreds of miles, and countless people benefit from it.

With such vast vitality, there must be some old fellows who would call his attention.

This is inevitable.

His fairy body is like the sweet pastry in the eyes of all the old guys who are dying.

There is no shot now, but when Shou Yuan approaches, someone will eventually be unable to resist.

In order not to die, in order to become immortal, anything is possible.

"Okay! I got it!"

Dongfang took the elixir, looked at the jade bottle on the pallet, turned and walked towards the residence.

"The elixir is just an ordinary elixir, but because it bears Xiao Yan's friendship, it becomes different!"

"I...maybe know what to draw!"

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