Yuxiang

Murong Xianxian smiled: "It's just a painting, I drew it casually, it's worthless. The child likes it, this is also an encouragement to me."

The old lady hesitated for a moment, took a look at Murong Xianxian, and smiled on her face: "Listen to your accent, you're not from Beijing, right? I haven't seen you before."

Murong Xianxian nodded with a smile.

The old lady smiled kindly and said: "Girl, if you don't dislike it, come over and have a meal. It's not my old lady boasting that the rice wine I make is much better than those sold in hotels and shopping malls. .”

There was an unspeakable emotion in Murong Xianxian's heart. This kind of emotion was rarely experienced in the past 100 years. After hesitating, Murong Xianxian nodded.

The girl's mother is an extremely gentle young woman, although she is not very old, but her temperament is quite gentle; the girl's father is a somewhat dull man, who is a few years older than his wife. From some details, it can be seen that This is a happy family.

The old man is kind, the children are well-behaved, and the husband and wife are loving. The three generations of this family are happy and harmonious.

In the breakfast shop, there was a square table with a few home-cooked side dishes on it. Even if Murong Xianxian could eat without food, she couldn't help but pick up chopsticks and eat some.

Drinking the rice wine that the other party was quite proud of, and eating the long-lost home-cooked meals, Murong Xianxian's state of mind became more peaceful than ever, and the true energy in her body circulated in an unprecedented rhythm.

This wine is indeed a good wine with endless aftertaste.

Since this day, Murong Xianxian has had an indispensable "boy" in her life. Girls come to Murong Xianxian almost every day, sometimes to bring a few big meat buns and porridge, or a pot of rice wine and A few side dishes.Of course, she would sometimes teach that girl to draw, obviously the little guy's understanding in this area is much better than hers.

In Murong Xianxian's gallery, there are gradually more and more paintings. Apart from the ordinary portraits, there are also many portraits of characters in myths and legends, as well as all kinds of exotic birds she saw when she traveled around three different worlds. There are portraits of rare animals and even some pictures of plants and landscapes.However, there are also some powerful images of mythical beasts, no matter how hard she tries, she can't draw their verve.

Each of these paintings drawn by Murong Xianxian condensed pure essence, her understanding of these portraits, and even her understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.At this point, mortals can only appreciate their momentum, but cannot appreciate the essence of them.If practitioners see these works, they will definitely flock to them, because the spiritual fluctuations emitted by these paintings are not inferior to some low-level magic weapons, and the mystery contained in them is beyond imagination.

Life is actually the simplest.Just like a bowl of clear water, there is a faint trace of sweetness in it.When Murong Xianxian first started, she was a little deliberate, but before she knew it, she already fell in love with this kind of life without killing, without fighting, and without intrigue.Repeating the plainness day after day is like washing the soul.

At this moment, she forgot her identity as a cultivator, the killings of more than a hundred years, and the powerful supernatural powers she possessed.Every day, she lived in a mortal way of life, experiencing the same ups and downs as others... She had forgotten this feeling for too long.

Every morning, Murong Xianxian would get up early, clean up the cleanliness at the door, and then go to the breakfast shop to have breakfast.

After returning, he opened the door of the gallery, and then quietly stood in front of the painting table, laid out the drawing paper, researched the ink, and started painting.In her gallery, countless paintings have been densely packed.

Due to her lack of presence, it took a few months for many shops in the surrounding area to know that the owner had changed and a gallery had been reopened.Everyone has a good impression of Murong Xianxian, a quiet and graceful beauty, and some people even try to inquire about her personal problems, but they all hit a wall in the end. As time goes by, no one cares about this issue anymore.

The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. As time goes by, Murong Xianxian's gallery gradually has customers. Although these people can't see the aura above the paintings, they can see that these paintings have a special momentum. Slim's gallery is also somewhat famous in this area.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. During this year, Murong Xianxian also occasionally contacted Murong Xiaoxiao and the others, but their conversations were mainly family greetings, which did not involve sect matters or cultivation, just like Just like ordinary people... In fact, Murong Xianxian was not very worried.The defense of Wenxiang Island has been heavily reinforced. Once the formation is in operation, even if hundreds or eighty high-ranking monks come, they will never be able to break through.

In addition, she gave some of her magic weapons to the avatar for use.You must know that although her avatars also have their own emphasis on cultivation, the avatar and the deity are connected with each other. As long as the perception of her own cultivation is opened to the avatar, she can also cultivate, and it will get twice the result with half the effort. With the addition of those magic weapons, ordinary Mahayana monks Nor is it an opponent.Therefore, although Wenxiangfang also encountered some troubles, it was not enough to pose a fundamental threat.

Murong Xianxian enjoys the current lifestyle very much. She is completely immersed in painting, looking for the long-lost pleasure.

In Murong Xianxian's gallery, lifelike and lifelike pictures of exotic animals hang the most.Some of these alien beasts are from myths and legends, but most of them are alien beasts from the Starlight World and Yuanling World, and some live in special regions... such as some Jedi in the Abyss of Fog Sea.Not only are ordinary people ignorant of these strange beasts, but many practitioners are rarely able to fully understand them. After all, the world is so big that there are so many wonders. With the long lives of practitioners, they dare not say that they have seen all the creatures in their entire lives. .

At this time, Murong Xianxian was drawing a portrait of a giant starry sky beast. This was the most powerful alien beast she had ever met, even a divine beast. Fortunately, that giant starry sky beast hadn't fully grown, otherwise it would be really hard to win... It's hard to say.

After finishing the painting in one go, Murong Xianxian put down the brush, picked up the silver jug ​​next to it, and just lifted it up, but found that there was no drop of rice wine in it.

After getting used to this kind of rice wine, Murong Xianxian found that the spirit wine she brewed also lacked the unique local flavor contained in this kind of rice wine.Her drinking capacity is actually small, about one pot a day, a few sips before each painting and a few sips after each painting, which made her feel like "Li Baidou's Hundred Poems on Wine".

At this time in Changzhou, Lanyue...that little girl would come to see her painting, and every time she came, she would always bring a pot of rice wine.

Sure enough, within a short time, Lan Yue, who had already grown a head, ran in bouncingly. At this time, she was only ten years old, but she was tall and tall, and her beautiful face had initially shown the characteristics of a beautiful woman. .

After entering the gallery, Lanyue complained, came to sit down next to Murong Xianxian, and said, "Aunt Murong, someday you come to my house and tell me about my dad. He always wants me to learn cooking from him, continue this small shop."

"One needs to be skilled in life, and your father did it to protect you." Murong Xianxian said with a smile.

Lanyue curled her lips: "I don't want to learn cooking skills. The smell of oily smoke is so bad. I just want to be like my aunt and become a great painter."

As she said that, she put a pot of rice wine in her hand beside Murong Xianxian, ran to the painting table, and stared at the giant starry sky beast that Murong Xianxian had just finished painting with wide eyes.

"I am at best a painter, not a painter."

Murong Xianxian let out a haha, picked up the jug and took a sip.This kind of rice wine is a pure grain wine brewed by the old lady using an ancient family recipe. It tastes sweet and has a strong rice fragrance. After drinking it, there is a warm feeling in the stomach, which is very comfortable.

"Aunt Murong, what kind of animal is in your painting? Could it be the legendary Kun?" Lan Yue looked at the painting and asked in confusion.

Murong Xianxian touched Lanyue's head, and said with a smile, "Little Lanyue, it's not easy, she also knows kun. However, this is not a sole, but an animal even bigger than a sole. It lives in the vast starry sky. Among them, the planet is almost like a toy in their eyes. So we gave it a special name, called the Star Behemoth."

Lan Yue nodded her head half-understood. Over the past year, in Murong Xianxian's gallery, she saw countless animals of all kinds, each one of which she had never seen or heard before.

She also learned painting from Murong Xianxian, but she was still unable to draw satisfactory works...Of course, she is much better than her peers, but she can't look backward in life. What skills, I took this opportunity to ask for advice again.

Murong Xianxian was silent for a moment, looked up at the girl in front of her, and said: "Painting requires a kind of understanding. Every kind of material has its special features. Only by understanding the origin of the material can you draw a living work. That is what the masters call spirituality. Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles is just the beginning, and we must try our best to figure it out..."

Lan Yue stuck out her tongue playfully, and said, "How long will it take, I definitely won't be able to do it in a short time."

At this moment, suddenly there was a burst of commotion outside, the children were so lively, Lan Yue quickly got up and ran out, she poked her head in after a while, and said in surprise: "Aunt Murong, the eldest son of Feng Xiangzhai When I came back, I wore all famous brands and drove a luxury car, which is very impressive."

With that said, she ran out again.

Homecoming?

Murong Xianxian shook her head amusedly, disapproving, she laid out another piece of drawing paper, and started to draw stroke by stroke. (To be continued.)