Doutu Continent

Master Lu, please confess!

Ye Mofan has always known that his close friend Xie Chunfeng has an ulterior secret and has concealed a lot of things.

"Another picture-in-world?" he murmured.From birth to now, he only knows that there are two worlds in the painting.One is the realm of the fairy in his uncle's painting, which can bring people's consciousness into it.Another became famous.

——It is well known all over the world that the painting "The Misty Rain in Weilong City" that the painting saint Lu Xiuyuan used to inherit is the existence that can pull the whole person into the world of painting to experience.

In the past, he suspected that Xie Chunfeng accepted the inheritance of the painting saint, but now he is almost certain that the other party has been to Weilong City and participated in the centennial celebration.

"It turned out that you saved me when I didn't know it, Xie Chunfeng." The corners of Ye Mofan's mouth couldn't stop turning up, and a warm current was born in his heart.It turned out that before he fell from a high altitude and passed out, the person he vaguely saw was really Xie Chunfeng, not an illusion!

But Xie Chunfeng, why did you leave the black history paintings in my room?He recalled the scene of waking up in the Gongyang Mansion, and thought suspiciously.Shouldn't this ugly painting be destroyed immediately?

etc!Xie Chunfeng shouldn't mistakenly think that he missed the other party so much that he cherished the other party's works, right?This is a big misunderstanding.

"Qingzhou?" Gu Youzhi recalled his nephew's wandering mind and said, "Xie Chunfeng is in the world in the painting, the aura is peaceful and huge, without malice. Don't worry, he will be fine."

"Uncle, I'm not worried about Xie Chunfeng! I'm just thinking about some of the past. Cough cough—it's getting late, since I can't see him, please send me out, uncle, please rest early." After all, everyone today Have been through too much.

Gu Youzhi nodded and satisfied the other party's request, and the two of them had left this world in the blink of an eye.

In the silent night, Ye's house was peaceful and silent.Not far from it, Xie Chunfeng's consciousness drifted out of the sky, living in a strange dream, experiencing a dream 300 years ago.

During this period, Xie Chunfeng frequently communicated with the inheritance map left by Lu Huasheng. The special blood resonance and the characteristics that fit all the inheritance conditions made him inseparable from the world in the painting, but he didn't realize it.

He has been working hard to practice and improve himself, especially after coming into contact with Ye Mofan.I thought that I would become a peak painter in my early 20s, and my chances were against the sky, but after getting in touch with this mysterious senior brother of my friend, I began to feel a sense of crisis and deeply felt that my strength was not enough.Only when you become stronger, you will not be powerless and be slaughtered by others.

His uncle Xi Xue had stayed in the Unreal Valley for 300 years and knew countless things, but he never revealed anything to him.It was Shan Xuan who secretly leaked to him that Xi Xue had inadvertently said something specious.Heart-picking hands were frequently active, and Yu Nanyuan appeared, which made the Phantom Valley not peaceful, so Shan Xuan was asked to protect him when he went out.

Knowing that Gu Qingzhou lost his Qinggen painting heart, he must be able to find key clues in this Yu Huajun, knowing that Yun Zhixian is now aliased as Bai Susu, and now he even stays by Ye Mofan's side.He could only bear with it.

Even he was in a bad situation, let alone for Gu Qingzhou.Xie Chunfeng hated his own weakness.Without strength, he can only throw the mouse into the trap, even if his teeth itch with hatred, he can only plan it slowly.

During this period of time, even without Xi Xue's urging, he began to often enter the painting world to get in touch with Lu Huasheng's inheritance.

However, he still didn't dare to get too involved with the remaining memory of the other party.If he wants to become a painting master through inheritance, he must integrate with Lu Xiuyuan's memory and receive everything about him, including his identity and name...

With his short 20 years of memory, after being instilled by Lu Huasheng's huge memory of hundreds of years, can he still clearly know that he is Xie Chunfeng?

Obviously there is a shortcut in front of him, but he chose a more difficult path, trying to draw Xie Chunfeng's own works, trying to gain the recognition of the world.

During this period of time, Xie Chunfeng had the most contact with Lu Huazun's experience and painting skills that he had learned over the years.However, it is still unavoidable to touch some bits and pieces, fragments of the other party's memories from that year.

Fortunately, apart from the opening of the inheritance in Weilong City, he has never seen the past of his biological father Qin Bumiai in the world in the painting.

In Lu Xiuyuan's memory, other people appeared.Although Qin Bumiai was the one who betrayed and hurt the other party the most, in the memory of Huasheng's [-]-year experience, the other party only occupied a drop in the ocean, and Lu Huasheng also had other friends of his own.

"It's coming again—" Xie Chunfeng looked at the changes in front of him and realized that his dream had been interrupted again.

Maybe it's because he started the inheritance too often. Sometimes in his dreams, his consciousness will be pulled into the world in the painting, and he will feel the fragments of Lu Xiuyuan's life.

If he can't rely on his own strength to become a master of painting and complete the transformation from a human to a god, perhaps at some point, he will obtain a complete inheritance of a saint of painting, completely inherit everything from Lu Xiuyuan, and call himself the name of the other party.At that time, there will be no Xie Chunfeng in the world.

In this memory, Lu Huasheng, who was dressed in white and had silver hair, was in very poor health.

The timeline is already after the battle with the Devil Qin Dynasty, the passage between the two worlds was completely sealed.

Lu Xiuyuan was seriously injured, his foundation was overdrawn, his life was burnt out, and there was no cure.His lips were lacking in blood, and his whole body was pale and weak, but his cheeks were stained with an abnormal blush, which was a different kind of enchanting.

Lu Xiuyuan's already fair complexion became even paler because of the loss of life.After the Great War, he has been drawing "A Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City", hoping to complete this inherited work before his life comes to an end.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Once he coughed, it would be heart-piercing, endless.Lu Xiuyuan affected the wound, put down the pen in his hand, covered his mouth and suppressed the cough in his throat, but the people outside the door had already heard the sound of hurried footsteps getting closer, and the door was pushed open.

"My great painter, your injury is still not healed, go back to bed!" the visitor said worriedly, almost driving him back to the sick bed.The visitor was clearly just a painter, and he didn't have the slightest bit of stage fright against the strongest man in the world and the only saint of painting in a hundred years.

In Lu Huasheng's memory, Xie Chunfeng has seen this handsome man - Gu Songya many times.

The Gu family is very good-looking, and has been passing on good genes.Xie Chunfeng could even see some similarities inherited from his close friend Gu Qingzhou from the appearance of the ancestor of the Gu family.

"Come on, drink the medicine! You have been suffering from a low-grade fever since you were injured, so I increased the dose this time, and it will be more bitter than before." Gu Songya carefully held the medicine bowl and handed it over.

In this memory, Xie Chunfeng was not a bystander, but took the place of Lu Huasheng and took over the medicine bowl.

The fusion of memories even made him feel hot from his fingertips.

"Drink it while it's hot, it won't be good if it's cold." Gu Songya urged him for fear that he wouldn't drink the medicine well. "I took a sip, and the medicine is very bitter. But I prepared sugar, if you can't stand the bitterness, just drink one."

He took out a pack of candy wrapped in kraft paper from the badge, handed it to Lu Xiuyuan, and said as if coaxing a child.

Gu Songya before the war is different from what Lu Xiuyuan saw in his memory.

On the forehead of this ancestor of the Gu family, there was a strange eye symbol painted on his handsome appearance, which was tainted with a touch of monster.

"...Songya, I am an old man who has lived for hundreds of years, don't treat me like a child." Lu Xiuyuan said.Xie Chunfeng could feel that when he said this, "he" was full of worries about Gu Songya in his heart, but he didn't show it.

Lu Xiuyuan picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp without frowning.

This medicine is really bitter, I drank the whole bowl in one gulp, it was so bitter that my tongue was numb.

Gu Songya knew that this bowl of medicine was bitter, and at the same time, he retracted the medicine bowl and passed the sugar over.

Lu Xiuyuan hesitated for a moment, picked up a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth. He didn't even frown after taking the medicine, but now he frowned slightly, complaining lightly: "It's too sweet!"

"Too sweet?" Gu Songya picked up the same candy, chewed and tasted it in her mouth, "The sweetness is just right, not too sweet! Cultivating the edge, I think you are used to bitterness I forgot what sweetness is like. Have another one!"

"I don't like sweets." Lu Xiuyuan refused, "If there is wine..."

"No! You are injured and cannot drink." Gu Songya said firmly.Unable to sell the candy he bought specially, he said in a soft tone, "If you don't like candy, I won't force you to take it. Drink this medicine for two days first, and then see if you need to change the prescription. The next medicine will not be like this." Bitter."

Lu Xiuyuan was indifferent, and Xie Chunfeng could feel that the painting saint at this time had already looked down on life and death.The only thing that can support him to live is that he still has unfinished business.

"Don't be too busy for me, Songya. I'm dying soon, no matter how much medicine I take, it's a waste, but you..." He covered his abdomen, the wound pierced by a sharp object has not healed yet, the wound is filled with ink, that People really wanted to kill him at that time.

Xie Junen, no.It is Emperor Zun—— Qin Immortal.

It was he who missed it.It's too late to regret now.The only thing that worried him was his good friend Gu Songya.

"Great Painter Lu, since you are worried about me, get well soon!" Gu Songya touched the sky eye tattoo on her forehead, and smiled, "If you didn't do it, I'm really afraid that because of me, the Gu family will be gone forever." .”

"No. Don't overthink it." Lu Xiuyuan said.

At this moment, Xie Chunfeng, who was standing at the same angle as Lu Xiuyuan, felt empathy, and said through Lu Huasheng's mouth: "Don't worry. The Gu family is still there. My best friend Gu Qingzhou is a descendant of the Gu family."

Xie Chunfeng was taken aback when he finished speaking.He never knew that he could influence fragments of memories from the past and change the dialogue of remembered characters.

But when he finished speaking, this memory came to an abrupt end, disappearing into fragments of light.

The scene in front of him changed, he was standing on a high mountain, there were still Lu Xiuyuan and Gu Songya.But the ancestor of the Gu family has undergone some changes.In his long black hair, there was a strand of completely white hair intermingled abruptly.

"You're going to use that ability again! No." Lu Xiuyuan reached out and held the strand of white hair in his hand, from top to bottom, until the strand of white hair slipped from his palm, with sadness in his eyes, "Isn't it already Sealed the five-color finishing pen? Why do you want to overdraw your vitality!"

"This is my destiny." Gu Songya said calmly, "Although I was marked by it, because of its breath, my body was transformed and I was able to use its talent."

"What did you see this time?"

Gu Songya's brows were tinged with worry: "I saw the end. The army of the devil Qin came back, the earth was stained with blood, and there were mourners everywhere. The barrier you planted was broken, but you are... gone."

"My life is not long, this is predictable." Lu Xiuyuan said indifferently, "I only regret not being able to kill Qin Bumiai completely, so that he dared to attack!"

"It's not Emperor Zun Qin Immortal." Gu Songya raised her hand to caress the sky eye tattoo on her forehead, her eyes were ethereal, which made his temperament develop into a magic stick in an instant.

"I didn't see him in the invading Demon Qin army. The leader of the enemy army was an extremely powerful man. He walked out of the black pool full of black lotus. There were two white dragons protecting his body. He has the same sky eye symbol tattooed on his forehead. They call him Long Zudi."

Gu Songya's white hair was increasing, he looked at Lu Xiuyuan, his eyes were strange and said: "Lu Dasheng, I am beside him, and I saw a young man."

"The look in your eyes makes me think he is very special."

"It's very special." Gu Songya said with strange eyes, "Lu Xiuyuan, he looks a lot like you, but he has ink energy around him, and he is of the blood of Demon Qin. Great painter, tell me frankly, are you secretly Are you having a baby?"

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Lu Xiuyuan: Qin Bumiai has a child, like me.His expression gradually lost control...

Qin Bumei: The smile gradually became abnormal.