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Sharp pain swept through every inch of Wuming's bones and blood. He felt that there was poison in his blood, thorns in his flesh, and ghosts in his bones. There was no pain in his body.

Moonlight shone faintly through the gaps in the window, taking on a pale color, reflecting an even paler face.

When Wuming fell from the bed, his thin body wrapped in thin white clothes hit the ground heavily.

He doesn't even have the strength to stand up now.

Behind him are countless illusory phantoms with hideous faces. These creatures who usually listen to his orders seem to have gone crazy at this moment, desperately absorbing the power from the host's body.

Regardless of its life or death, it is like a blood-sucking leech firmly attached to the flesh.

Once Wuming took a deep breath, propped up his body with his hands, and crawled out little by little...

The clean white clothes rubbed against the floor, making a rustling sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Wuming finally came to the bathtub in another room.

Unknown medicinal herbs are soaked in the bath, and the water surface is jet black, as thick as a bowl of soup.

When Wuming came to the side of the bath and soaked his whole body in it, his complexion immediately improved a lot.

After soaking in silence for a while, he felt that the discomfort in his body decreased a lot, and the illusory ghosts gradually calmed down.

Teng Wuming stood in the bath, leaning on the edge of the pool wall, heaved a long sigh, slightly bent his slender, white fingers, and tapped casually on the floor.

The sound was very small, but that night, the animals and plants in the entire Lingyao Mountain died.

Correspondingly, the ghosts behind Teng Wuming all became satiated.

……

The next day, when Ling Yan came to the medicinal herb garden, he was surprised to find that there was a faint mist rising from the Lingyao Mountain, and cold rain began to fall around the medicinal herb garden, and the coldness gradually diffused as the raindrops fell.

He remembered that when he saw this scene last time, the outer sect competition was not over yet.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time.

Ling Yan came to the gate of the medicinal herb garden, pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

Once Wuming once said to him, come in directly without knocking on the door.

"My God! What happened?"

Ling Yan was surprised to find that all the spiritual plants in the medicine field withered overnight.

He remembered that he took good care of them yesterday!

Before he had time to think about it, Ling Yan went directly to look for Wuming.

"Ah, this, maybe I accidentally made a wrong formation last night."

At this time, Qi Wuming was painting in the study room, and when he heard Ling Yan's report, he first showed a daze on his face, put down the Langhao brush in his hand, and then stroked his palm as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Look at my brain, I must have made a mistake in the formation yesterday. The herb garden was supposed to be in spring, but it turned out to be sloppy and it was set to winter."

"Then what should we do now?" Ling Yan asked hastily.

"Don't worry," Qi Wuming said with a slight smile, "It's enough to plant it again. There are still many seeds in the herb garden."

"Where are the seeds?" Ling Yan asked.

He thought about planting the seeds quickly.Such a big event happened in the herb garden, it must have caused a lot of damage.The sooner the seeds are planted, the sooner the harvest can be made up for the loss of medicinal materials as soon as possible.

Qi Wuming smiled, called a man in white robes to come in, and gave him some instructions in a low voice.Then the white-robed man went out.

"They will take care of this kind of thing." Qi Wuming said.

Ling Yan watched the white-robed man come in and out blankly, and asked, "Elder, can I help?"

He thought, more people can do more.

Unexpectedly, the corners of Wuming's lips curled up, and he glanced at him with a half-smile, picked up the Langhao brush on the table again, and said, "No. You come to accompany me to draw now."

Ling Yan:? ? ?

No, the herbs in the herb garden are withered, isn't the elder who is in charge here in a hurry?I still want to paint!

Ling Yan looked at Qi Wuming, and saw that he was splattering ink on the snow-white rice paper calmly and calmly, looking very relaxed.

Xindao: Well, the other party is indeed not in a hurry.

"Still in a daze?" Teng Wuming chuckled, his voice was soft and soft, it didn't sound like he was reprimanding at all, but rather like talking about love.

He has always been dressed in white clothes, and he is accompanied by calligraphy and ink every day. When he speaks, he is not in a hurry, like a jingling spring in a mountain stream. appearance.

"Have you decided what pose to pose?" Qi Wuming asked with a smile.

"Ah? Oh!"

At first, Ling Yan thought that Qi Wuming asked him to accompany him to draw, but he just wanted to help him grind ink or something, but he didn't expect that the other party wanted to be a model himself!

Although Ling Yan was confused, he didn't dare to slack off. He walked to the opposite side of the desk and put on a handsome posture of standing with a sword.

He's always gotten into the game very quickly.

Since the other party wanted him to be a model, of course he had to be a handsome model.

To be honest, after these few days of contact, Ling Yan and Qi Wuming have become acquainted a lot.

Qi Wuming was amused by Ling Yan's posture, and reminded: "Don't blame me if the painting is ugly."

"No blame, no blame!" Ling Yan shook his head again and again to reassure.

Teng Wuming didn't say much anymore, his eyebrows were soft, he leaned over to paint seriously, raised his head from time to time to look at his model, and then lowered his head to continue painting.

Ling Yan stood on the spot, keeping his posture still.

I also have some expectations for the painting in my heart.

He didn't think the other party would make himself ugly at all.In the past few days of helping in the herb garden, Ling Yan has already seen Qi Wuming's superb painting skills.It is not an exaggeration to say that it is superb.

The study room was very quiet, and a needle could be heard falling.The ink color silently smeared the pure white rice paper.

Qi Wuming and Ling Yan stood at a distance of Zhang Xu across a desk. One was dressed in white as cold as ice, and the other was dressed in blue as clear as the sky.

During the painting period, there was not much communication between the two.

When he was about to finish, Qi Wuming raised his head and said, "Do you like two eyes or three eyes?"

Ling Yan:? ? ?

Almost without thinking, he decisively replied: "Three!"

Teng Wuming chuckled, and glanced at Ling Yan with a half-smile.

Ling Yan maintained the posture of standing with his sword in his hand, with a bold expression of "I dare to answer, but you dare not draw" shining brightly on his face.

……

After a while, Cheng Wuming put down the pen and said, "It's done."

Ling Yan immediately relaxed, not caring about kneading his sore arms, and went straight to the desk, impatient to see what Qi Wuming had drawn of himself.

Did you draw three eyes?

The result is of course not.

But the people in this painting...

Ling Yan looked at it intently for a while, but he didn't see who was painted on it.

Is it yourself?Not like it!

At this moment, he really wanted to ask: Elder Qi, who are you looking at through me?

Ling Yan thought he was a model, but he didn't expect to become a stand-in in the end.

How could this not make him feel sad?

However, Qi Wuming didn't clearly say that the painting was Ling Yan at the beginning, so after Ling Yan sighed a few words, his mentality returned to normal.

When a painter looks for a model, it is usually to carefully observe his movement lines and the distribution of light and shadow, and it is not necessarily the model he is painting.

"Elder, who is this?" Ling Yan asked casually, pointing at the person in the painting.

Although the person in the painting was also wearing a sky-blue robe, with a bright long sword lying in front of him, and his brows and eyes were somewhat similar to his own, but he could be sure that this was not him.

At least not the current self...