The fairy cultivator is doted on by the six-year-old cubs

Maybe this scene is too beautiful, and the tea fragrance is too strong, Bai Zhizhi suddenly wanted to leave this beautiful scene.

The grandparents and grandchildren sipped the tea slowly without disturbing them. In less than two cups of tea, a beautiful portrait filled with the fragrance of tea appeared on the paper.

Bai Zhizhi was a little dissatisfied, the charm deposited on the person in front of him was so beautiful, this painting could not show one tenth of its charm, but the old man was very pleasantly surprised.

The person who loved to paint her portraits by the pool back then is long gone, and she dare not even look at those portraits now...

I never thought that I, who is already old, can still have such a beautiful posture under the pen of the writer.

Even though the old man chose a wall to hang the painting carefully, his slightly cloudy eyes became moist and clear, obviously very happy.

Gently sniffing the scent of spiritual mist lingering from Wannian Yunwu tea, the old man looked at the painting for a while with his eyes slightly blinking, and suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he put down the glazed cup in his hand, got up and went into the room, and took out a Only sealed black barrels.

Under Bai Zhizhi's puzzled eyes, the old man unwrapped the strong talisman seal on the box, and carefully took out a light golden painting scroll, and hung it together with the painting Bai Zhizhi had just painted.

For a moment, Bai Zhizhi's slightly immature brushstrokes were highlighted at a glance, but beauty is beauty after all. The two paintings use different brushstrokes, with different understandings, to draw different styles and the same elegance ...

The pale golden picture scroll is quite peculiar. It shows a pair of young men and women with very good looks, but it is obvious that this painting is written by two people, and Bai Zhizhi can clearly see the difference in brushwork.

The brushwork of the portrait of the woman is very free and easy, while the technique of painting the portrait of the man is a little immature, but the brushstrokes are full of elegance.

In the painting, the female nun is wearing a light pink fairy dress with wide sleeves, sitting on a swing by the seaside of flowers. The skirt and the hem of the skirt are dotted with broken gold petals, and her beautiful face is smiling brightly and sweetly. It can be seen that it is the mother-in-law in front of me.

The male cultivator was dressed in a white robe, and he was looking at the person in front of him intently, his eyes were gentle and doting, and his face was tender, but there was a little "dumb" written "badly" on his handsome face.

"It's been 10 years... I have never dared to take out this painting to look at him again. Now that I am old and old, I can still be painted so beautifully. I forget my old lady's wish and let him accompany me again at the end. .”

After the old man finished speaking leisurely, the gray air on his body instantly became stronger, and Bai Zhizhi pursed her lips, feeling a little at a loss.

The old man took out another emerald green jade slip from the box, rubbed it reluctantly, and handed it to Bai Zhizhi.

"This one~ is his favorite skill, so I'll leave it to you...

"I think of that guy back then~ he is known as a person who can create a world of his own with a stroke of a pen, and a pair of yin and yang pens are very powerful..."

"Yin Yang Pen?! Seng Yao God Lord? Are you? The goddess he has been looking for?!"

"Yes! I'm Xiyan, he...has he been looking for me?"

Bai Zhizhi was shocked, Goddess Xiyan, who doesn't know when looking at the prehistoric world?It is said that the god Seng Yao once said that whoever can find his lover, Goddess Xiyan, will give his entire wealth to the other party!

However, after the great catastrophe, Seng Yao and the god...the love between the two has been passed down to this day, and it is still talked about.

Yin Yang pen?Looking at the things in the hands of the young man in the picture, Bai Zhizhi paused, and took out a black writing brush from the storage bag, which was found in the small space of Juhuawu in Xiaoqianlan. Found in the kiosk.

On this black lacquered brush, there was a large and impressive "Yang" character engraved on it. Bai Zhizhi thought it was rare, so she put it away, but this brush had no spirituality at all, Bai Zhizhi always regarded it as an ordinary thing.

The old man looked at the familiar writing brush, and his breath was stagnant for a moment. Tears suddenly poured down on his face full of grooves.

Under Bai Zhizhi's surprised gaze, the writing brush that had been as silent as a dead object floated up and wrapped around Granny Xiyan's body.

Gently waving the pen tip, a tall and handsome young man slowly appeared under the pen. The young man gave the old man a lingering look, and he also aged quickly, turning into a somewhat shriveled little old man.

The little old man gently embraced Grandma Xiyan in his arms, and murmured: "Xiyan, I finally found you! The person who found you in this world but could never find you. Seeing the life outside, I am so scared." I couldn't hold back for a while...

"I'm sorry for making you lonely for so many years..."

"It's good to be here! It's good to be here..."

Bai Zhizhi looked at the little old man who only had half of the sky soul that seemed to be dissipating soon, feeling very uncomfortable.He took out all her things related to nourishing her soul from her bosom.

That is the god Seng Yao, the hero who sacrificed himself and saved countless lives!

The little old man took a deep look at Bai Zhizhi, and did not refuse. He had been searching for the person in front of him for too long, really too long, so long that his regret and longing had penetrated deep into his bones, so long that all the souls he left behind were lost. Only half of it is left...

Millions of years of thinking day and night, millions of years of deep parting, if his soul is gone, then Xiyan will have to live alone in her last days...

Seng Yao, who has always been anxious for justice all his life, was a little embarrassed to be selfish in front of the juniors for a rare time in the end.

After poking around in that box for a long time, I selected two jade tokens, one black and one white, and handed them to Bai Zhizhi, and said with a little embarrassment: "This is what the old man learned from her in order to attract Xiyan's attention. The white one is a lotus pond, the black one is a bamboo grove, oh~~ Now we don’t have any precious things to thank you for…”

Bai Zhizhi quickly thanked her, and smiled obediently: "This thing is really a treasure in today's prehistoric world, and the refining method of the system's Space Sumeru has long been lost!"

Seeing Bai Zhizhi's happy smile, the two old people were also a little happy, they rummaged through those things again, picked up a few blue ones and threw them to her.

The little old man said with a little pride: "This thing is not a good thing, it can only be regarded as a gadget, and it is far worse than your Granny Xiyan's works!
Back then, your Granny Xiyan made mustard seeds that could hold a small world, they were really treasures, your Granny Xiyan was famous back then..."

Shenjun Seng Yao paused at this point, and then turned to another place a little bluntly.

"The small spaces inside these jade plaques are all cut from the paintings. They don't abide by the laws of nature and the laws of heaven and earth. They are not real spaces. The only thing worth mentioning is that they still have some artistic conception.

"Back then... in order to pursue your Granny Xiyan, I practiced at least a few hundred of these things, and now I have not left much. You can play with these few, and leave the rest for the old man to think about."

I'm busy and sick, I'll make it up tomorrow during the day