[Fairy Triple Fly] Note with emotion

Chonglou has acquired a habit recently.

He started painting in the courtyard in the afternoon, and often half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

Although gods and demons do not need to rest as often as humans, due to various reasons, they will develop some side preferences.But not to mention that the essence of Zhonglou is still a martial arts idiot, just this level of frequency alone has such an incredible taste.

But if this matter is connected with Fei Peng, it seems that he will no longer be so strange.

Speaking of which, we need to refer back to the day after the first snow in the night.

After presenting the star rain, the children who completely forgot the time still wanted to play, but Fei Peng, who did not worry the parents and cared about their health, urged them to go home in the afternoon.

Naturally, the gods and demons also went back together after that.

As soon as Fei Peng went back, he stood by the table.

He felt that what he saw today fit into the painting very well.After pondering for a while, I put pen and paper on it.

Although it is not as proficient as those in the God Realm who specialize in this way, it is like flowing clouds and flowing water, splashing freely; the painting skills are exquisite and the meaning is very good.

It was convenient for Chonglou to watch from the sidelines, at first, but then slowly frowned.Not dissatisfied, but more surprised.

With his eyesight accumulated over the years, it is not difficult to conclude that if there is no accident, this painting should be passable, and it can even add a little bit of color to the flying state of mind.But it's also strange, the aura in this painting wanders and disperses, and finally stops at the realm of dead objects.

It's like a schoolboy with great talent but too short a time to touch this path.

But after living for a long time, how can Fei Peng be a beginner who just stepped into this path after stumbling?

His painting skills are even more extraordinary.

Chonglou's guesses were fruitless, and he seemed to be accustomed to seeing the flying pendant, so he put the painting aside and let it dry naturally like a human.Those who want to paint will continue, and those who don't want to paint will stop.Different from myself, but with a free and easy look.

Seeing this, Chonglou, who was obsessed with asking the answer without asking, had to figure it out by himself, simply expressed his doubts to Fei Peng.

Fei Peng answered immediately after hearing the words, and he didn't know the reason.I had thought about it before, but I finally gave up because I didn't want to answer it.

After all, Xu Shi had a subtle reaction when he saw Chonglou, and Fei Peng added another sentence after thinking about it.The Tao is that this is not bad, but the grandeur of the work can be saved, and the small meaning is hard to draw.But after all, it is not based on this, so there is no need to worry too much.

The heavy building is not as worrying about going up as a flying canopy.

He may not know everything about the God Realm, but he knows that Fei Peng is in a bad situation.As far as the minutiae is concerned, I don't feel that we should tolerate it.It is secretly written down again.

After that, looking at the painting, I was in a trance.

The dark color is rendered on the paper, and is wiped away by the fingertips, adding extra color.

From the table case, it is not difficult to find that there are more dark colors and less light colors, and there are more killings as pictured.Chonglou put down his pen and looked at it coldly, and frowned lightly.

Seeing all kinds of beautiful scenery in the six worlds is deeply emotional, and when it falls on the tip of the brush, there is nothing like the original broken walls and bloody winds in the devil world that can be drawn into the painting.

At the moment, it's really ironic.

But there are also gods who don't realize it.

At the beginning, the line of sight that was only occasionally felt on the ground has long since been gradually replaced by quietly approaching steps.

Even if he is still silent, if he comes, how can he not know?And if you sneak a glimpse from the corner of your eye again, it will make everything repeat itself like yesterday.

——Unchanging pen and ink, unchanging spectators.

——And what is independent, only known to oneself, and thus caused this increasingly difficult to contain the distracted state of mind.

Chong Lou raised his eyebrows uncomfortably.

Under his gaze, the painting on the table suddenly seemed to be rippling like running water.The faceless monster howled like weeping, the eyes of the creeping demon moved quietly, and smiled secretly.

The gods and demons have a tacit understanding, and they all take a half step back when they see this.

It is to show its prestige in an inch of land, and to give it a moment of vitality.

The layers of blood eroded into the soil first overflowed the paper, pattering down the case.

The painting is bloody and horrific. Although the two monsters who were fighting have not moved, their eyes are already shining with evil light.

Not long after, the two people suddenly showed a sly smile.The strange scream is the sudden fall, and the devil's claws are wrapped in the wind in an instant, tearing the sky and grabbing it!

The boundary between the inside and the outside is like an ethereal thing, easily broken under the claws, this pounce is indeed like the wind and the thunder!

But no matter how powerful it is, it should be more about who it is against!

Chonglou just cast a contemptuous sideways glance, and the fierce and approaching monster was immediately captured by the deep coercion.

Not to mention attacking, it just fell to the ground heavily and couldn't get up again.

The other one looks like a demon, but he does not live up to his appearance, so he should be more cautious and cunning.

Not in a hurry to make a move, he dodged into the void, but escaped for the time being.But after all, the idiot was afraid of the heavy building, so he changed his mind and stared at the remaining Fei Peng present.

The fate can also be imagined, the flying awning with integrity is not as powerful as the heavy building, but it is really the nemesis of evil spirits!

Before getting close, the object has been forced to show its real body.He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and was severely injured by Fei Peng with the wind blade.

Seeing that it was about to wilt and perish due to this injury, at the moment of life and death, it suddenly begged for help from Chong Lou, who had already revealed the aura of the demon race.

It was the beginning of wisdom.

If the inferior or even middle-level demons make a living by this and only hope to get such an opportunity for a day, they should be ecstatic.

But Chonglou is the one who loves to borrow foreign objects to fight?And he didn't ask for it in the first place, but now he only raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then completely ignored it.

But Fei Peng, who was not what he wanted, made an unexpected move.He strolled over to the table and held out his hand.When the fingertips touch it, the blood in the stool will disperse, revealing its original appearance.

After the gust of driven breeze blew by, the table that was once full of filth was more simply restored to its original cleanliness.But things that have changed cannot be changed, just like that painting——

Among them, the two monsters and demons who were supposed to be confronting each other completely disappeared without a trace!

Only blood remains on the corner of the broken wall, indicating that a fierce beast had stopped there; one spot of red soil is particularly dark in blood color, showing what happened to crawling.

The evil spirit in the writing of the heavy building is too strong, and the scene is often taken in the devil world that is most suitable for this evil spirit.The two sides are mutually beneficial, and the spirituality of the painting is also fierce, and it is the same with or without spiritual wisdom.

Always, should not stay in the world.

Fei Peng pays a little attention to this painting, so that he can start writing in deep thought, picking out colors and lightly dropping them to give a glimmer of life to the painting.

When I finished writing, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared.

"If I didn't live by painting, I wouldn't need to tamper with the artistic conception."

Fei Pengxu clicked on the painting, his tone not without regret: "Isn't this a pity."

He who said so had no idea.

Even though the vocalizations are usually not too fast or too slow, they often change with emotional ups and downs, so they are often regarded as cold by those who have no way of distinguishing the difference.

This is a natural misidentification, but no one can see through it at a glance.

At least at this moment, Chonglou could immediately tell Fei Peng's mood that was not bad, or it might not be an exaggeration to say that it was rare and relaxed.

Chong Lou didn't care much about glancing at the painting, but said without hesitation: "It's too late for you to say this, and what a pity, the devil world is like this. If you are curious, you might as well go and see for yourself."

Speaking of this, he was immediately aroused interest, and continued along the way: "The devil world has always been respected by the strong, if you go, you don't have to worry about anything. I am also around, forgive them and don't dare to talk too much!"

"You have been following the rules in the God Realm for so many years, you should have looked around long ago. Wouldn't it be too wasteful to keep guarding the well of gods and demons without knowing the years!"

No matter how good it was, it suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Fei Peng knocked on the table with a headache, thinking about it and said: "This is not like what you said. No matter where I go, I will not be a trouble there? Let alone your demon world, I will go to the human world Once you leave, no one knows what will happen. How can it be as easy as you said?"

"And if I go away, what about my responsibilities? It is only reassuring that I should entrust it to others, so I won't go back to the same path."

From the bottom of my heart, it's not that the gods who haven't thought about it will even be unable to stop counting these things in detail.But then again, this kind of thinking is actually nothing more than a sentence of "I can't let it go".

He couldn't let go of too much, so how could he not hold back.

Therefore, the excuse is true, and the worry is also true.

But Chonglou couldn't help feeling inexplicable, even though he already knew a thing or two, he didn't understand what Fei Peng was obsessed with.I want to laugh at my mother-in-law, but I can't laugh.

In the end, he just turned his head to look into the distance, and said with a sneer: "After all, it's just that you don't want to!"

"Hmph, whatever! I'm not going to force anyone!"

Even this claim came out...

Fei Peng sneaked a glance, but there was no response from the other party.So he sighed softly in his heart, and pondered.

He didn't know why Chong Lou was in such a mood, but it was useless to continue the topic.I also know that from time to time his emotions will drop and he will not worry about it, there is no doubt about his character.

But how should this be counted?

The answer was revealed until the fingertips inadvertently rubbed against the paper, and Fei Peng's eyes fell.

"Chonglou, who have you ever painted for?" Fei Peng lightly picked up the pen, twirled it between his fingers, and turned his head to look at Chonglou.Without waiting for an answer, he said firmly to himself, "I don't think there should be any, and I haven't had one either."

After saying this, Fei Peng lowered his head and looked at the painting again.

He once wrote here, tampered with the artistic conception, and made the evil things turn into ashes without any support.

But that is the past.

At this moment, he narrowed his eyes to look at it, only because it was a piece of rice paper.

At this moment, Chonglou, who had already realized that he was no longer satisfied with observing the situation from the corner of his eye, turned his gaze back, but suddenly heard the gentle wind blowing through the trees, stirring the shade of the trees.

The sound that I didn't know but didn't care about can suddenly be so clear, only the beating sound in the hidden chest can be compared with it.The rest of the color has faded.

I saw that God leisurely bent his lips, his eyelashes were lightly plated in the afterglow, and his brows and eyes were lightly raised, showing a sense of ignorance and interest.

Twisting up the paper, he opened his mouth and said——

"How about I draw a picture for you?"