Doutu Continent

Take a breath of free air.

The teacup was thrown at Bian Que quickly and accurately, and the elderly genius doctor avoided the tea splashed on him with agile jumping movements that did not match his age.

The person in the painting is not a real person, otherwise he would have been sprayed all over him.

Bian Que left an ink mark in the air, instead of retreating, he shot straight at Gong Yangyi, re-condensed his figure in front of the opponent, and slapped the opponent's head with his palm.

Gong Yangyi sat on the chair without moving a muscle, but the protective mask was opened at the right time, blocking Bian Que's palm from the mask.

However, Bian Que's healing light burst out from his palm, emitting a more dazzling light than the body shield.This white light with only benefits and no harm was not resisted when it passed through the mask around Gong Yangyi's body.

The white light melted into the protective mask, and finally enveloped Gong Yangyi's whole body.

Gu Qingzhou himself has never enjoyed this kind of treatment. He only remembers the summoned Bian Que, who slapped him on the forehead and ended the healing.

Gongyangyi's complexion quickly became rosy, and even the cultivation base that was consumed increased the recovery speed.Zhou Quan opened the second mask and shot Bian Que out.

The opening of the second mask indicates that he has returned to the realm of a painter in his current cultivation.Although it is not at its peak state, it has already received obvious healing effects.

Judging from this progress, he can recover at least [-]% to [-]% of his cultivation during Lu Hua's Christmas celebration.

Bian Que stroked his beard, proudly said: "This genius doctor has never misdiagnosed. Seeing the methods of this genius doctor, are you convinced?"

"Quack doctor!" Gong Yangyi swung the rake upside down, and shot a water arrow at Bian Que.

The person in the painting is afraid of the water, Bian Que quickly avoided it again, muttering: "You said you were not sick, why did you still do it? Ouch! Look at you!"

"Quack doctors misleading people!" Gong Yangyi pointed at each other, and the two evil spirits were visualized from the picture scroll, and rushed towards Bian Que.They have big mouths, green faces and long fangs, looking fierce, as if they want to tear Bian Que into pieces.

"I'm going to die! Save the doctor!" Bian Quedong hid himself and said, "I advise you to be kind. If you shout and kill today, you will really get sick someday. Don't regret what you did today."

"What a real illness, fake illness!" Gong Yangyi said angrily, "Which eye do you think I'm fine now? My leg has been injured for many years! If you can't cure it, get out of here!"

"This miracle doctor sees you as a healthy person with both eyes!" Bian Que insisted on his point of view, avoiding the evil spirits all the way, walking coquettishly, leading them to run around the table, panting.

"Say it again?" Gong Yangyi seized the opportunity and released two more evil spirits.They surrounded Bian Que on all sides and surrounded them.The four evil spirits, after grabbing the target, lifted up one of Bian Que's hands and feet, lifted him high above his head, and put him in front of Gong Yangyi before letting him down.

Gong Yangyi picked up a pot of tea and drenched Bian Que from beginning to end.

The tea poured on Bian Que, which faded the ink stains on his body.

Bian Que's figure gradually faded, he shook his head and sighed: "This genius doctor can see that you are sick! Very sick!"

Gong Yangyi put down the teapot, raised his chin and said, "You're smart!"

Bian Que's expression twisted for a moment, it may also be because the water flowed over his face, the ink stains on his face merged with the water, swayed, and the style of painting began to collapse.

"This genius doctor sees that you are full of anger and yang, tsk tsk!"

When Gongyangyi moved his fingers, the evil spirit grabbed Bian Que's limbs and was about to tear them apart.

"Your illness can't be cured by the God, so I bid farewell!" Bian Que turned into ink marks before the evil spirit attacked, and threw himself into the painting, saying goodbye politely before leaving.

Gu Qingzhou covered his face, pretending not to see the farce.Pretend not to know that Master Gongyang's legs are actually not deformed.

Gong Yangyi, who was accidentally exposed, blushed, and said viciously: "Quack doctor!"

He looked at Gu Qingzhou, put his fingers on his knees, and did not get angry at Gu Qingzhou.With a movement of his fingers, the four evil spirits were recalled to the painting. Gong Yangyi turned his head to look out of the window, sighed abnormally, and said, "I'm tired, you leave first, I want to be alone for a while."

"Master Gongyang—" Seeing the other party's expression changed, Gu Qingzhou apologized in his heart, "I'm going back to my room now."

"Who asked you to go back to the room? Go to the study to copy the paintings, and you want to be lazy before you do your homework!" Gong Yangyi's melancholy lasted only for a moment, and he urged severely.

"Also, don't bring these messy paintings back in the future! How can there be any real good things that are spread outside? Don't treat paintings of cats and dogs as treasures."

"..." Gu Qingzhou, who was said to be a cat or a dog, but could not defend his vest, lowered his eyes obediently and said, "Master Gongyang is right, I will go to learn."

Gong Yangyi waved his sleeves, and looked out of the window maintaining a sad posture.But Gu Qingzhou didn't take a few steps when he heard the other party order the cook loudly: "Today, make a pig's trotter soup to complement the body. I want to drink it."

"..." Gu Qingzhou didn't know what expression to put on.

When he came to the study room, Gu Qingzhou fed ink pills to "Portrait of Bian Que". When Bian Que in the painting was not so gloomy and regained its original color, he re-painted Bian Que.

"My Master Gongyang, what's the situation?" Gu Qingzhou asked.

As the painter of this painting, Bian Que treated him more kindly than others.Although a series of complaints about Gong Yangyi's bad temper, he deserved that his yang qi could not be vented, but he also answered what Gu Qingzhou wanted to know.

"This person has a heart disease, and there is no cure for it! I can't be cured by a genius doctor!" Bian Que stroked his beard, "He needs a heart medicine doctor for his heart disease. His old leg injuries have never cooperated with the treatment. But with the blessing of Huaxin, he can stay here In this rainy city, no matter how long you delay, you will be healed."

"So, Master Gongyang's legs are good and he can walk?"

Bian Que nodded and said: "No mistake, he has already recovered!"

Gu Qingzhou asked again: "Since he has recovered, why is his legs so bad now? Is he pretending to be sick?"

"It's a heart disease. He can't get better because he lacks a special medicine to treat him." Bian Que smiled and said, "Do you know why his legs were broken?"

Gu Qingzhou replied: "It was my master Mo Xuetao who interrupted it more than 20 years ago."

"That's right! The medicine has been found!" Bian Que clapped his hands and said, "Mo Xuetao is his medicine. The medicine will cure the disease!"

Gu Qingzhou understood.As long as his master Mo Xuetao appears, Master Gongyang will recover.

Just master...

How will you plan?

While Gu Qingzhou was thinking, a swift flew into the window and landed lightly in front of him.

A letter appeared in his sight.He looked down and saw the words on the envelope, and a smile appeared on his face.

From my disciples - it's Master's handwriting!

Master's letter came so quickly, beyond Gu Qingzhou's expectation.

……

Queen Ou passed by a branch of Fengyun Painting Studio near the Mochi Painting Academy, and saw the eye-catching large banner with the name of her benefactor hanging on the gate, and stepped in without hesitation.

"Brother Ye Mofan has a new work?" She asked happily.

"Four paintings have been produced, each of which is a high-quality work!" The staff of Huazhai introduced.I didn't feel like I was unconscionable at all.

He was talking about the exquisite effects of the paintings, not their indescribable style.Except for Bian Que, no one has a normal painting style, but after finishing Bian Que's eyes, he can't say anything...

"Four paintings, pack one copy of each!" Queen Ou said happily.

Bian Que's paintings are the most expensive among them.Another life-continuing map, other versions are out of stock, only the "Day-Day Life-Continuing Map" is left, and the price is surprisingly low.

The buddy advertised: "This "Day of Renewing Life" is sold at cost price, and the painting studio has not made any money."

"Although benefactor looks unkind, he is a bodhisattva." Queen Ou recalled how she was rescued, with a smile on her face, just opened it, and Queen Ou was taken aback.

"Senior Brother Ye's painting style..."

Why so... brief?

Queen Ou remained calm, made up her mind secretly, and said, "Give me thirty sets of these four new paintings. Wait—"

She counted the purses again, gritted her teeth, and said, "Give me 42 sets."

There are zeros and wholes.Even the staff can see that this female Moyuan disciple has given up everything.

Brother Ye, no matter what you draw, I will support you!

……

In the deep mountains, thick fallen leaves piled up, and a bloody hand stretched out tremblingly.After a while, the fallen leaves were shaken off, revealing a middle-aged painter with a face covered in blood.

"I'm still alive? Hahaha——" The joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe made the middle-aged painter laugh, but he had to stop soon because it affected the wound.

"I see, it's the "Three Days of Life"!" The middle-aged painter said, covering his wound.He suddenly remembered something, rummaged through the fallen leaves, and touched the badge he had dropped.He remembered that he bought a "Portrait of Bian Que" together with the painting of renewal of life.

"Dotting!" The middle-aged painter's eyes turned black, and his vision had double images.Even Bian Que in the painting seems to have two heads.

"Oh, your blood is bleeding like a punctured sack!" The kind Bian Que slapped his palm on the other's forehead and said, "I stopped the bleeding from your wound, does it still hurt?"

"Doctor, you slapped my wound!" The middle-aged painter bared his teeth in pain.

"This miracle doctor doesn't touch your wound, how can I stop the bleeding?" Bian Que smiled and stroked his beard, "Pain is right, pain means you are still alive, and you can't feel pain when you die! You said what this miracle doctor said, is it right?" Doesn't it make sense? Come on, lift your head up, and I'll take a few more shots."

"...Doctor, I feel dizzy."

"Because when you raised your head, the wound collapsed. Don't panic, this miracle doctor touched your wound, and you stopped the bleeding. Does it hurt? Are you sober?"

"Pain!" A scream came from the deep forest, and the flock of birds flew away in shock.

Afterwards, when someone asked the middle-aged painter, how did he walk out of the deep forest alone under the condition of losing too much blood, and luckily recovered his life?

"I'm not alone." The middle-aged painter who recovered from his injuries gritted his teeth, "I have Bian Que walking with me, and every time I can't hold on anymore, he will talk to me."

"Did you persevere in the end under Bian Que's encouragement?"

"No!" the middle-aged painter said, "Every time I can't hold on, I just grit my teeth and think. I can't die on the way. I haven't let this stinky old man, Bian Que, know what it means to have a bright future."

He patted the table and said: "Boss, give me ten [Come on, be happy.gif], I want to walk Bian Que!"

……

On the other side, Mr. Tu, who was being reminded daily, listened to the non-stop knocking of the woman outside the door, and also put his eyes on the painting.

"Come and chase me!" The villain, who had been simplified to the extreme, ran past the woman who knocked on the door with enchanting steps.

The woman represented in the painting, and the editor-in-chief who came to urge the change, involuntarily chased and beat the villain all the way, and the courtyard was suddenly quiet.

Mr. Tu took a breath of free air and shed tears of emotion and sadness.

Finally, he can finally stop changing!