Campus Supreme Soldier King

Chapter 509 The Mysterious Painting
Ye Bai was helpless again, Qingli's master was really fooling her.

Ye Bai has seen many attractive women, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Qingli who has been crazily proposed.

"Originally, there were many men I played with when I was young. My master didn't allow me to play with them at the beginning. Later, people came to propose marriage frequently, and I hated those men more and more."

"Afterwards, except for my master and my senior brother, I rarely talked to men, and I didn't care what they said about me behind my back."

Qingli's character is obviously not developed in a day, although she looks stubborn and uninteresting, but if he thinks about her life experience, Ye Bai suddenly feels that she is a bit pitiful.

It's just that Qingli's life experience is always a bit bizarre. Why do so many men want to marry her?
If you like Qingli's appearance and temperament, you can say it in the past, but according to Qingli's statement, many people who come to propose marriage have never seen what Qingli looks like. What are these people trying to figure out?
Aren't these people afraid to marry an ugly monster back home?
Reminiscent of the dead master of the hidden door iron lock, Ye Bai became even more curious, what is this Qingli's background?
Originally, Qingli was used to these things, but today she didn't expect that her most respected senior brother could say such words!

From childhood to adulthood, Qingli and Xiong Tairan have been together all day long, even if they are not related by blood, they are like brothers and sisters, Xiong Tairan can say such words, he must have lost his mind and went crazy!

Qingli was so angry that she took a few deep breaths, and stopped thinking about Xiong Tairan, so as not to make her sad again.

Seeing that Qingli had stopped talking, Ye Bai stopped mentioning this matter, but there was another detail of the conversation just now that Ye Bai was very curious about.

"Deacon Qingli, just now... your senior brother said the cause of your parents' death, but you said they died in the painting? I'm curious about this... If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

Qingli hesitated for a moment, it was rare to talk so much with a man today, so he might as well tell all the things that are in his heart.

"My father died when I was very young, so I don't have much memory of him. But I still have some memories of my mother. Later, my mother died. I cried and ran to ask Master how my mother died."

"Master took me to a painting and told me that my parents were both dead in the painting, and that none of us were allowed to get close to that painting."

"This is my life experience."

Ye Bai was curious about Qingli's life experience from the beginning, but he didn't expect it to be such a story. After listening to it, Ye Bai fell silent. He couldn't say he sympathized with Qingli's life experience, but felt a little sympathetic to each other.

The two sat by the sea, grilling a bonfire, looking at the dark sea, with the salty wind blowing gently, there was a sense of tranquility and serenity.

After a long time, Qingli suddenly asked.

"Where are your parents?"

Qingli seldom initiates conversations with men on weekdays, but she talked too much to Ye Bai today, thinking that it was he who asked Ye Bai, but Ye Bai didn't tell her, which is a bit unfair.

Looking at the surging tide in the darkness, Ye Bai said helplessly.

"My father... don't mention it, there is nothing to say."

"My mother is a great woman, but she ran away from home when I was very young."

Qingli was a little bit taken aback, she didn't expect Ye Bai's life experience to be so pitiful, she thought he was that kind of happy child, unexpectedly she never experienced maternal love.

"Your mother must be very beautiful."

Qingli's biggest regret is that she can't remember what her mother looks like, but she only has some vague impressions. She knows how to draw since she was a child, and if she can remember, she can draw a portrait of her mother.

Ye Bai thought about it, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, my mother is the most beautiful person."

In fact, when Cheng Jingling was kicked out of the Ye family, her physical appearance had changed, her body became bloated and generous, and she was not as beautiful as before. This is also the aftereffect of women practicing ancient martial arts before reaching the Xuan level.

It's just that Ye Bai was the same as Qingli at that time, he couldn't remember what his mother looked like, and he felt in his heart that his mother must be the most beautiful woman in the world, exuding a holy radiance all over her body.

Sitting together, the two of them were imagining their mother's appearance, and they lost their minds for a short while.

Qingli drew a very beautiful woman's face with her fingers on the beach, with a happy smile on her face.

"In my imagination, this should be my mother."

Ye Bai glanced at it, and was also a little surprised. Qingli's painting skills were so superb that he could draw this character so vividly on the beach.

"Qingli, that painting you've seen... I wonder if you can draw it for me?"

Ye Bai was very curious about the painting that Qingli said her parents died in. What kind of painting is it that can kill people?
Qingli nodded. She has copied that painting countless times since she was a child. Although she has never seen that painting since she was a child, Qingli can still restore it quickly.

Folding a branch from the shore, Qingli brushed the snake dragon on the beach. The speed of painting was extremely fast, and it was obvious that he had copied it no less than a hundred times.

Even though it's dark here, Ye Bai's eyesight can still see clearly.

This is a landscape painting, the picture is a river flowing down from the mountain, meandering.

The mountains are lush and lush, with rocks and shrubs, which has a beautiful artistic conception.

On the left side of the river, there is a winding path, which seems to be paved with bluestone bricks, leading directly to the top of the mountain.

As for the situation on the top of the mountain, I can't see clearly.

It's not that the painting is not clear, but that it is not clear.

It's hard to describe that feeling, even if I saw Qingli's drawing stroke by stroke, I still couldn't see it clearly.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a woman with a slightly wider body, wearing a skirt and climbing up, and halfway up the mountain, there is a man in white clothes, who stands there and looks up, as if he is observing the scenery on the top of the mountain.

When Qingli's painting was finished with the last stroke, the sea suddenly swelled, and a huge wave came over, washing away all the traces on the beach.

Ye Bai frowned, looked at Qingli, but saw Qingli shook his head helplessly, as if he was used to it.

"It's like this every time. This painting seems to contain some extraordinary power. Every time I paint it, it will be destroyed the first time."

"It's either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. Once I locked myself in a room to paint this painting, and it burned itself after I finished painting. I still can't understand it until now."

(End of this chapter)