Doutu Continent

Under the willow tree by the lake, Yun Zhixian covered his face with a round fan, only showing a pair of bright eyes, looking melancholy across the lake.Once upon a time, there was a teenager who always looked across the lake with her pure eyes like a little rabbit, following her every move.Every time I met her, I was at a loss and blushed.

Now this little idiot she was shouting for, stood firmly in line and went to the opposite house, saying, "Senior Brother Gu, I believe in you!"

Since when did it change?It seems that it started when the other party made friends with Gu Qingzhou.

hateful!Yun Zhixian gritted his teeth.Confused, regretful, angry!As a victim, she should have been sympathetic and cared for. There were a bunch of sisters and admirers who shared the same hatred with her and ruined Gu Qingzhou's reputation together.

But now...

"I didn't expect Yun Zhixian to be that kind of person, I can't tell!"

"I feel sorry for Junior Brother Gu, such a weak and sick beauty, she strikes so fast, bah, how could she do it!"

"I saw it a long time ago." A senior sister jumped out and said, "When we were discussing Junior Brother Ling, Yun Zhixian also said that he was not suitable, and said that we should choose someone of the same age, and then it was brought to Gu Qingzhou."

"My sister Yun, why are you so stupid? It's all because I shouldn't have said that!" A round-faced female disciple said regretfully, remembering her jokes back then.

"What did you say?" Everyone was curious.

"I said that Junior Brother Gu's handsome appearance is attractive, but it's a pity that without Huixin, our appearance will remain the same in the future, but he will grow old. It's better to grasp the present and cherish the present appearance when the happy time is short. I didn't expect Sister Yun to believe it." I did it, I did it!"

"Ugh!"

Yun Zhixian shook the hand holding the round fan, almost crushing the fan handle.Careless!She had only listened to the gossip for a long time, and she couldn't help wanting to hit someone. Gu Qingzhou had endured cynicism for several years without being moved, and she had already practiced thick-skinned.

Yun Zhixian ignored these people, crossed the bridge alone, and rushed to block Gu Qingzhou's way angrily.

"Gu Qingzhou, you actually slandered me like this!" Yun Zhixian said tremblingly, his sadness flowed like a river, and it was heartbreaking to hear.

Gu Qingzhou blinked in doubt, and asked in confusion, "Isn't it Senior Sister, you should do it first? Senior Sister Yun is seeking benevolence and deserving kindness, isn't it true that the goal has not been achieved?"

Yun Zhixian was right when she thought about it, she had already got what she wanted, even if Gu Qingzhou identified her as the heart-picker now, it would only make people feel that the other party is small-minded, and his words will be discounted, which will no longer be convincing.

It's just that the result is different from what she imagined!

Yun Zhixian was so angry that he was dying.She has always cherished her wings, and the fairy status she has painstakingly cultivated for many years is now regarded by others as a prostitute=devil, and she will hardly be able to get along in the painting academy.

There is a huge difference between victims and perpetrators.If you lose your good reputation, your identity will be abolished.

Yun Zhixian said bitterly: "Junior Brother Gu may have remembered it long ago, but he deliberately went around in circles with me and played me around!"

"What is Senior Sister Yun talking about? What am I remembering? You misunderstood me, I really can't remember anything. Otherwise, I would have gone to identify the heart-picker."

Yun Zhixian obviously didn't believe it, and just stared at him coldly, his eyes were like a snake believing.

Gu Qingzhou looked at the other party who was clearly so angry that he couldn't get angry, and said seriously: "It doesn't matter if I can't remember, all the heart-pickers will be arrested sooner or later. Sister, I know why the painting academy suddenly found a copy of "Picking the Stars with Bare Hands". Captured a female disciple?"

"Why?" Yun Zhixian asked with a thought.

"It seems that my senior sister is not as well informed as I am. Huanggang Academy of Painting captured a heart picker and sent it to the Painting League for several days. Do you think he will confess his accomplices?"

Yun Zhixian secretly spit on that idiot, it will only hurt others.On the surface, he smiled lightly, "Thank you, junior brother, for telling me, if you catch all the heart-picking hands, in exchange for the peace of the world, I will feel relieved."

Her expression was so relaxed that no one could see anything unusual.

Too cautious.Gu Qingzhou thought to himself.Have her accomplices seen her appearance and knew her identity in the painting academy?

He pushed the opponent to this point, this string has been stretched to the limit, and it can no longer be easily provoked.

Yun Zhixian moved away with lotus steps, Junior Brother Ling appeared out of nowhere, and took a complicated look at Yun Zhixian's back, but his eyes no longer followed.

"Senior Brother Gu, Senior Sister Yun has that kind of thought for you, so try to avoid her in the future."

Looking at Ling Feihang's tangled appearance, Gu Qingzhou didn't know how to think of an emoticon pack, an inspiration flashed in his mind when he was attacked and fell into a coma for two days.

【Love is a ray of light, green to the point of panic.jpg】

This emoji has always had a mysterious power that prevented him from drawing it, but when he saw Ling Feihang today, a voice in his heart told him that the time and place are right and people are in harmony, that emoji should be born.

Gu Qingzhou decided to follow his heart, and immediately picked up his pen when he returned to his residence, and completed the painting very smoothly.

The aggrieved appearance of the bun-faced villain still makes people want to slap him.When painting it wearing a hat, Gu Qingzhou accidentally used the green paint that he had left unused for a while.

Although Gu Qingzhou's eyes cannot distinguish colors, he can do it directly using color blocks without having to deal with superimposed changes in colors.

Draw a green hat for the villain, and paint a few scattered green lines around the hat. A set of emoticons pops up on the paper, and it is completed.

……

The pen mound is low and high like a mountain, and the ink pool is shallow and deep like the sea.

In the Mochi Academy in the far north, Dean Mo, dressed in black clothes, bowed his head to observe the water in the ink pond that had become even darker two hours ago.

At the bottom of the pool, there was a ray of light condensing, refining the essence. He hadn't seen this phenomenon for many years.

Suddenly, the water in the pool parted from the middle, and a drop of ink flew out from the ink pool.

He spread his hands, and the ink beads automatically flew towards him, suspended and twirled in his palm.Dean Mo gathered his five fingers together and held the ink bead in his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"The water in the ink pool changed color today, and a drop of ink was spit out. Could it be that there is an incomparable talent who will soon be admitted to my ink academy? Or is there a disciple of my ink pool painting academy who stirs up wind and rain outside, gains a great reputation, and is accepted by everyone on this continent?" Appreciation and recognition from top powerhouses?"

Dean Mo was contemplating the vision of the ink pool when a graceful crane landed beside him, proudly raised its long neck, and raised its feet to face him.

Deser's appearance is very similar to its painter.His heartless brother, Mo Xuetao. I haven't been home for more than 20 years, and I don't even have correspondence.

Compared with his younger brother, Dean Mo's clothes are simple and plain.The plain white inner coat and the pure black coat are embroidered with dark patterns, which are not fancy, but only appear grand.

He took off the letter tied to the crane's leg, and on the envelope was written his brother's personal letter.He stared at the few words for a moment, did not open the letter immediately, but moved his fingers in the air, and raised his hand to draw a crane in midair.

The strokes of this crane obviously imitated his younger brother's messenger. Although the strokes are the same, there are changes in the subtleties and more charm.

He opened the blank scroll, put the newly painted crane in it, and wrote a bunch of small characters densely, marking all the subtle differences between the two cranes.

"When my younger brother sees this scroll, do you think I'm nagging again?" Mo Huazun said with emotion.

When he was about to open the letter, a senior teacher from the school came and bowed to him.

"What?" he asked.

"Ask the dean, is there a student named Ye Mofan in my Mochi Academy of Painting?"

The author has something to say:

The ancients were very good at propaganda.

"Fu Zhai Manlu" Wang Xizhi's ink pool in Linchuan, whenever someone in the local area is promoted or an official is promoted, there will be ink droplets; or when the water in the ink pool is particularly bright, it is the time when the local people donate talents to the imperial court hour.