Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 227 Meet God and become an envoy of God!
Jiang Su just glanced at the sky subconsciously, never thinking that the originally cloudless sky suddenly revealed a patch of darkness, and then the surrounding scene fell down like a canvas.

There was an unclear voice in the distance, which seemed to be murmuring, "My painting this time is not good, it doesn't count. I remember that the painting fairy's skills are quite superb."

It seemed like another person was talking back to him.

"No matter how superb his skills are, he is just an immortal. What can you expect from him? He has cultivated enough and is promoted to the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal. He is still far away from becoming a god. This painting is not good." His words were full of pickiness.

"How many skyscapes has he painted now?"

"Three, generally speaking, there are three skyscapes and two landscapes. There are more waterscapes. There are five. There are also two snowscapes and one rainscape. Hmm, why are there so few mountainscapes? Only one I remember that there are hundreds of thousands of mountains in this upper realm, and there are dozens of paintings produced every month." The voice said with an irony.

"That's a total of fourteen paintings. Fourteen paintings in two years. It's really too slow. If he wants to become a Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal, he depends on the opportunity here. I'm afraid he won't have the chance to become a god in the past few years."

Jiang Su was shocked when he heard the increasingly clear sounds. He stopped staring at the scene of the sky collapsing and quickly found a hidden bush to squat down.

Footsteps are approaching.

"Actually, I quite like Chen Xiuxue. It's not impossible to accept him as my disciple." The man who had always sounded rather critical said.

The other voice was calmer. From beginning to end, he just wanted to talk to the person next to him and not let his words fall to the ground.

"Then why not go find Literary Saint?"

"What's the use of looking for that boy? Chen Zeshen already has a master in his heart. I've searched his soul and it turns out he's from the lower world. He became a painting fairy by accident, and there's nothing he can do to shirk it. That's why he painted. He has no respect for us at all. The eleven-day god among us is not famous enough. "

"No...who is there!" The voice suddenly changed.

not good!

Jiang Su hurriedly tried to burn the Wanli Talisman in her hand. Unexpectedly, the paper talisman in her hand disappeared before it touched the flames. Jiang Su himself was also carried out of the grass like a chicken. , threw it on the ground.

"Hey, kid? Ascension at fifteen? That's interesting." The man who kept talking picky and nagging was making comments about Jiang Su.

It was also at this time that Jiang Su saw the true face of the two of them.

The two monks are both wearing long robes, one is cinnabar-colored, and the other is green (huo)-colored, with strands of gold threads on them, outlining many landscape and cloud patterns, as if they were made of red landscape paintings and worn half of the robes.

More importantly... Jiang Su couldn't see their faces clearly, it was like...

The river god in the secret realm of Wan Zong.

From the conversation between the two people just now, and the blurry appearance under the golden light, the identities of these two people are obvious.

They are gods.

The god in a blue robe said sarcastically, "Medicine? Haha, I know that those who talk about saving the world and saving people all day long will gain the fastest and most merit, and their descendants will also be the ones who are most likely to do this. A gifted one.”

He squatted next to Jiang Su and said angrily, "You little brat, do you know how to paint? It's not too late to switch to painting. Are you interested?"

Jiang Su...

It's been a long time since she's been called a kid. After her ascension, few people treated her as a child.

"No." Jiang Su said nonchalantly, secretly thinking about how to escape.

She has lost the power of the millet magic weapon in her hand.

Fang Zhe probably couldn't do anything about meeting the gods. She didn't know whether the two gods would discover the mystery of the magic weapon in her hand. Try to attract their attention and find the right time to contact Fang Zhe.

"Humph, I knew that these medical practitioners are all arrogant people with superior vision and low abilities." He criticized very rudely, as if he had suffered a great loss at the hands of the medical monks.

He pressed again in a rather aggressive tone, "Little girl, which branch of medicine are you in?" Which branch?
She had a vague answer in her mind and asked tentatively, "Heavenly Doctor?"

"Ah?! Heavenly doctor, no wonder you practice so fast. I just said that these medical practitioners like to gain merit, and I definitely can't bring you here to join us in drawing the path." He was a little dissatisfied, with a frustrated tone.

Shen, who was extra calm compared to him, suddenly said, "She can ascend from the lower world at the age of nineteen and has cultivation in the heavenly realm. She has probably already been named in the heavenly doctor. We can't touch her."

"But she has heard a lot about the Thirty-Third Heaven. It would not be good to let it go easily. Erase the memory."

Jiang Su struggled like a dead fish on the shore, and looked straight at the blurred golden faces of the two gods, "Two...gods, I know the painting fairy you call me, why don't I go and help you?" Please advise him to paint a few more pictures, and I, Shi Hai, might as well just... stop moving."

There is only one way to erase the memory, which is to invade the monk's sea of ​​consciousness and forcefully remove it, which will cause pain worse than death. And if she wasn't careful, these two would definitely crush her consciousness into pieces, and she would become a mentally retarded child.

Through their communication, Jiang Su had already guessed that the painting fairy who had never even seen his true body was Chen Zeshen!
Chen Zeshen, whose nickname is Xiuxue, has a mentor in the lower world who made him not hesitate to play games for several years, bear infamy, travel thousands of miles, ruin the reputation of his whole family, and want to be resurrected.

All his experiences correspond to the dialogue between these two gods.

"You know the Painting Fairy? Can you still talk to me? Haha, even the Calligraphy Saint can't discipline Chen Xiuxue, how can you?"

The god put his hand on Jiang Su's head without ceremony.

"Huh? We really know each other. He still owes you Karma, so maybe it's okay." He was a little surprised.

He decided very decisively, "In that case, I will appoint you as my divine envoy, and you will urge Chen Xiuxue to paint."

As soon as she finished speaking, golden light wrapped around Jiang Su's slender and white wrists, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling filled her skin.

"The power of this divine envoy can help monks speed up their cultivation. Hmm, those heavenly doctors will have to thank me for taking care of their descendants."

Jiang Su was confused, her mind was a little confused... and more of a disbelief.

Encountering God...

"By the way, my name is Qing Que, and I am one of the gods of painting."

He looked at Jiang Su's robe up and down, felt comfortable, and said with appreciation, "Little girl, your green robe is nice, but the color is wrong. Remember to change it back to the most authentic green color."

The two gods disappeared in an instant.

All this is like her dream.

Jiang Su was stunned for a moment, looking at the fine golden landscape pattern on his wrist, and then looked up at the horizon again.

Gloomy.

It was as if someone had torn down the canvas of the clear sky and replaced it with a scene before a heavy rain.

The girl held Xiaomi tightly again, and someone's voice immediately came from the pure white magic weapon.

"Where are you? I'm going to find you. What happened?"

Fang Zhe's tone was still calm, but the ups and downs in it revealed his anxiety and worry.

"Fangzhe."

"You might not believe it."

"I met God."

(Thanks to Birthday Cake, Nanxi~hkle, Dawn, Baiyuan., Jiujing, Suqing, virginia1234, Xue Ranqingchen, 13921133789, and several Taoist friends for their recommendation votes!)