The wind of the thunderbolt

A chuckle disappeared into the turbulent debate, Zijuan Qingshu, like the other two, took the lead after observing for a long time, gently picked up the pen, and slowly poured the required paints into the plate one by one, Thinking about it, I have already prepared a draft in my heart.

It is said that what this master of Danqing can never bear is any flaw in a painting. Once there is an intolerable mistake, he will never paint that painting again for life-this is a failure that he must remind himself not to forget in his life, and he is also a peerless painter. Unparalleled pride.

With one stroke, it is very light and slow, capturing every movement and expression of Xiang Ling, and melting it into the painting.But he wrote calmly, without any doubts, and bursts of exclamation came from the crowd—the purple scroll and green book were written with both hands together, and they managed to achieve such a superb form with one mind and two minds, without being fettered by foreign objects at all. All the people present dare to assert that even if the sky collapses and the earth collapses at this moment, the sea will dry up and the rocks will dry up - it will not have any impact on this person who is focused on painting!

The incense had burnt two-thirds, and suddenly, Hean Jun, with his eyes closed casually, moved at the same time as Nanfeng Bujing!The steps of the two were surprisingly consistent, and they arranged the required paint plates one by one. The arrangement of each plate was actually in the order of gradient color, from light to dark, from light to dark, if it were not for the type of paint The order is different—the people present almost suspected that these two people were the same person!

Hean Jun stood up from his seat, walked to the table, and looked at Xiang Ling's face carefully, with admiration...and a hint of hidden affection.

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Jun Jun turned around, laid out the scroll, lightly dipped in the color, stroke by stroke, and outlined the most beautiful picture in his heart.

Hate Jun didn't know that - he actually painted with his back to Xiang Ling!Could it be——has this man been able to achieve the painting skills of painting from the memory of his brain?

Going back in time, I have nothing. I glanced at it, but fell in love at first sight. Your light is like a gift from God, burning my eyes.

I have spent half my life, swords and swords, bloody rebirth, and 300 years of time can't make me miss you any less.

Until I stand on the top of the world and become a man who can match you, I look down on the earth—but I find that I am far away from you.

All the glory and all the medals that belong to me come from that woman who is as dazzling as the sun on the stage, but you will never know.

This painting is dedicated to you.

Nan Feng Bu Jing and Xiang Ling looked at each other, and they saw affirmation in each other's eyes.

Even if the blood is dripping with blood and there are many scars, as long as the other party gives an affirmative look, these pains will become the imprint of love in an instant.

Nanfeng Bujing smiled, and took out the handkerchief he was carrying - it still had her smell on it - only her smell!

The crowd was almost stunned. Under the surprised gazes, Nan Feng Bujing tied the handkerchief over his eyes—he actually wanted to draw with his eyes blindfolded! ! !

In fact, a long time ago, I said that as long as I close my eyes, your appearance can be reflected in my mind, even if I close my eyes, I can outline your appearance.

For 300 years, your skin, body shape, and look are all engraved in my mind.

For 300 years, I was only sad for one person, melancholy for one person, bound by one person, painted for one person,

Thousands of sheets, tens of thousands of sheets, countless paintings about you, thousands of pieces and tens of thousands of songs, all the songs talked about for you have been exhausted.

Emotion is a very mysterious thing...

Just like Fengran shouldered all the sins and responsibilities for Xiang Ling - just for her to be safe for the rest of her life, he is a silent sea, even if the waves in his heart are turbulent, he will not show his affection, and the other person will never know.

It's also like Nanfeng does not compete with Xiangling, wishing to send the whole world to her eyes, just smile for her, and walk with her even if the crime is endless, such a love like a flame, even if you burn yourself, you will let her Feel the warmth.

It's more like hating you, but you don't know that all the excellence and all the success are just to make yourself stand shoulder to shoulder with her, and then invite her to go with her. If your feelings have hindered her from being happy, then--be an occasional passer-by It will be enough.

The crowd was commotion, and tens of thousands of pairs of scorching glasses were staring at the three people, the three people favored by God.

It turns out—is this the most moving part of a painter?

Xiang Ling, Ji Lun Tai Gong, King Jian Wu, and everyone present were overwhelmed by the demeanor of these three people focusing on their personal world.

"Great Elder, I hope this competition is fair." Fourth Elder Xue Huazi's peaceful voice sounded, drifting faintly towards the elders.

Originally, the members of the elders had already made an appointment after seeing the strength and influence that the Lord hates, but at this moment——

"This game is based on fairness and strength. What we are pursuing is absolute fairness. Everyone in the world should think so, shouldn't they?" Holding the piano stood up, and the cold voice echoed in the elders. Where it is, it is an answer—it is also an edict!

If it's not fair, it insults the game.

If it is not fair, it is an insult to these three dazzling men~!

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The author has something to say: It’s so cold to be lazy, and I have no motivation to code at night.

Just wait for a notebook to come home with Xiaoxiao, and lie in bed at night to code.