This is not the female devil in the impression

Chapter 230 The painting looks like a pile of shit

The situation didn't escalate, and Ke Mengzhan and He Zhiqing stopped after they confronted each other.

Both of them know each other well, and it's their unique way of greeting when they meet each other, but it's a little louder.

As for the stunned onlookers...

Sorry, no responsibility.

Now He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan continued talking and laughing under the tree, and Su Youyi and Yu Gejing hadn't whispered for a long time. As soon as they met, they couldn't help holding hands and talking about the recent situation.

"Sister Pang, when you came to Jianchi, you fought with Na and Zhiqing?" Liu Rouxin secretly clicked her tongue. Judging from the blow just now, this is the same as Zhiqing's late fifth stage, right?

Not to mention Sister Pang, she wanted to jump over to find a fight with Zhiqing again.

"It's not him, it's Yu Gejing." Pang Qingshi looked back and shook his head and explained casually, but he didn't give a specific explanation.

"Hey, Yu Gejing? The daughter of the lord of heaven? Why did you fight with her?" Liu Rouxin was a little puzzled, she had never heard of any intersection between Sister Pang and Yu Gejing.

"Could it be because of a man?" Liu Rouxin rolled her small eyes, and glanced at He Zhiqing who was having a long conversation with Ke Mengzhan, and a guess came to her mind.

She just looks young, but her real age is not young, and she knows many things very well!Objectively speaking, in terms of appearance, Yu Gejing is indeed comparable to Sister Pang, but from a subjective point of view, Sister Pang is a few blocks away from Yu Gejing.

If it was really because of a man, it would be fun. The contemporary chief of Vientiane Senluo Sect and the daughter of Zhou Tianzong's lord are competing for a man. It's exciting to think about it!

If the Master of Zhou Tian and the Master of Sen Luo knew about it, wouldn't there be a fight across half of the Xuanji Continent?

But the few people over there hadn't been reminiscing about the old days for a long time, when they saw a handsome bald young monk climbing up to the top of the mountain panting with Zhou Wudao on his back.

At this time, Zhou Wudao was still holding a paintbrush, concentrating on painting his unfinished and future masterpiece:

"Chanting under the Waterfall"

"Master Huizhi? You're here too, why are you still carrying that guy behind your back?" He Zhiqing looked like he knew everyone, and when he saw Huizhi's appearance, he smiled and waved for him to come over.

"I ran into Donor Zhou on the road before, and Donor Zhou said that the theme he wanted to paint recently had something to do with Zen Buddhism, so he acted with me." The white and clean Huizhi first performed the Buddha ceremony to the four people present, After putting down Zhou Wudao who was still immersed in his own world, he lowered his eyebrows and explained.

"Hey, it's bad luck for you to meet this painting idiot." He Zhiqing was a little gloating, and everyone except Su Youyi had the same expression.

"Senior Sister Yu, why do you say that?" Su Youyi didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and asked Yu Gejing quietly.

"This is the wise little master of Zen Buddhism, and the one who is obsessed with painting is Zhou Wudao, the eldest prince of the Xuanzhou Xian Dynasty. He loves to paint by nature, but unfortunately no one appreciates it." explained.

"Zhou Wudao's mind is full of various ideas every day. As long as it involves painting, he will stay awake and ignore other things, so sometimes it will be very troublesome."

Su Youyi looked at Zhou Wudao who didn't respond even if he said so, and she faintly understood.

"This is the Daoist banished immortal, right? I have known you for a long time, little monk Huizhi, and I have seen Fairy Su." Huizhi took a serious look at Su Youyi before nodding and smiling.

It was only then that Su Youyi found out in surprise that the pupils of this wise master were different from the black pupils of normal people, but instead showed a faint golden color, and there was a sense of mystery when they looked at each other.

However, after hearing the monk's praise, Su Youyi did not lose her manners, and replied softly:

"Master Huizhi has been praised too much. My teacher once mentioned you to me, and praised you for having a thorough Buddha's heart and the holiness of a Buddha. You will definitely be a generation of eminent monks in the future."

"To be praised by the exorcist, the little monk is really lucky." Huizhi really didn't expect the exorcist to notice him, after all, the relationship between Zen and the exorcist is not friendly.

The real body of Da Ri is still lying in someone else's house, and some eminent monks in the temple are thinking every day how to beat Chen Hua and get back the exercises.

Grabbing skills is still secondary, the main reason is to beat Chen Hua.

However, Huizhi thought that those in the temple might just think about it, and Chen Hua asked them to keep fighting and probably couldn't beat them.

"It's done!" The joyful voice came from Zhou Wudao, attracting everyone's attention.

He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan looked at each other, and they both saw a little helplessness in each other's eyes, and recalled some bad memories.

"He Zhiqing, Ke Mengzhan, come and show me how my painting is doing?" Zhou Wudao, dressed in shabby clothes, stood up, holding up his latest favorite painting with his arms full of excitement, impatiently imagining To show the world.

"hiss···"

"Forehead···"

Two voices of unknown meaning came from He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan, it's not that they didn't want to judge, it's just that they couldn't see anything in the...a collection of pigments in front of them.

Yu Gejing had already guessed this situation, and directly pulled Su Youyi to hide away.

Even the young monk Huizhi, who had always been indifferent, looked around before Zhou Wudao looked for him, found a suitable big tree, sat cross-legged in front of him and began to chant sutras.

"Zhou Wudao, he likes to be judged by others after painting a painting, and he will become extremely verbose. But he has no self-awareness about his painting skills, and almost no one can see what he is painting. "Yu Gejing explained in a low voice to Su Youyi with lingering fear.

When Zhou Wudao asked He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan to judge at the beginning, the two were anxiously preparing to fight.Seeing Zhou Wudao holding a mosaic-like canvas from a long distance away, he thought that the eldest prince was a good painter, so he flattered him a few words.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Wudao would be cited as a confidant, the one-sided kind, and from then on, I would ask these two people to judge any new works.

Ke Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan looked at the first picture of "Beauty in the South of the Yangtze River" after the fight, and they almost thought that Zhou Wudao drew it for a monster that showed its original shape.

At this time, Zhou Wudao was facing a lump of blue and white unknown paint, and the two of them, Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan, were talking about all the wonderful things about their painting, while the two audiences were as black as the audience. The bottom of the pot is the same, and I am embarrassed to have an attack.

After all, they were the two who praised Zhou Wudao at the beginning and regained the confidence that Zhou Wudao almost lost. Now they have to endure the double torture of eyes and ears.

But if they could go back to the beginning, the two of them would definitely beat up Zhou Wudao before talking about anything else.

"There is movement."

"The stairs can be climbed!"

"Go, go, go in and seize the opportunity!"

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There was a commotion below, and under Yu Gejing's gesture, He Zhiqing and Zhiqing finally reopened their closed hearing, and put away their expressionless faces.

Covering Zhou Wudao's mouth that was still chattering, the world was quiet again.

"Brother Zhou, it's time for us to go in. Shall we talk about the painting in the next life?" He Zhiqing's eyes were dangerous, his smile was still gentle, and he whispered close to Zhou Wudao while covering Zhou Wudao's mouth.

Ke Mengzhan, on the other hand, showed amazing sword energy on his fingertips, as long as Zhou Wudao dared to say no, he planned to make a hole in the hanging man.

"Hmm..." Zhou Wudao felt the vague killing intent on Ke Mengzhan's body, as well as the increasingly strong palm on his mouth, he finally chose to act from his heart.After all, the premise of exploring the way of painting is to be alive first, and he has not yet reached the realm of feeling the beauty of death.

"Eh? Have Xueyumen and Wanxiang Senluozong entered?" Su Youyi glanced away, only to find that the two figures on the nearby mountain had disappeared, leaving only the green grass.

"Sun Luo Wan Xiang Sect, hum!" Yu Gejing felt a little headache when he thought of that misty and rainy woman, but it should be because of a fight before coming here, and he didn't bother them in the secret realm this time.

She didn't think that the whereabouts of her and her junior brother could not be calculated with the ability of the Senluo Wanxiang sect.

"Is there any grievance between the sect?" Su Youyi looked at Senior Sister Yu's displeased expression.

Even if he had been on Youdao Mountain before, he had heard about the grievances between Zhou Tianzong and Senluo Wanxiangzong.Every time the master talked about the scene where Sovereign Fang and Sovereign Wan met, he was overjoyed. He said that he liked to watch the two fight and bicker.

"Not all, but that Pang Qingshi has always been hostile to his junior brother, which is quite inexplicable. Before I came, I had a fight with her." Yu Gejing shook his head.

As a woman, her intuition told him that Pang Qingshi's goal was to target him and his junior brother, not because of the grievances between the sects. She almost made her think that his junior brother had done something wrong to him.

"Brother He, shouldn't he be that kind of person?" Su Youyi was a little dazed, He Zhiqing didn't look like that kind of person,

"Hmph, I'll be thankful if that idiot of his can come to his senses." Yu Gejing got angry when he mentioned this, and he almost made it clear directly, but the idiot just couldn't see it.

"What about the little girl from Xue Yumen?"

Su Youyi thought of that little girl Pang Qingshi, who looked younger than her.

"Liu Rouxin, a little lunatic, she has no other hobbies except fighting, I guess her next target is you. Don't look at her young, she is about the same age as me." Yu Gejing is not envious of others who look the same age She's still a little lolita, after all, the size of a little kid can't make a Taoist partner with her junior.

"Let's go, let's change our body too." Yu Gejing stretched lazily, showing off his graceful figure, stood up and pulled Su Youyi up and smiled.

"Ah."

Over there, Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan frightened Zhou Wudao for a while, and then called Master Huizhi, who was facing the tree and chanting sutras, and planned to enter together.

The sect chiefs of their generation, except for the two eccentrics Xue Yumen and Vientiane Senluozong, have a good relationship with everyone else.Although there is some competition in normal times, it is also a reasonable competition.

As people in the same circle, they don't have any real grievances, which is also directly related to the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere in the world of cultivating immortals today.

But the ones who really have conflicts with them should be the geniuses of the First Grade Sect other than them.

The super power has been high and high for countless years, and other first-rank strengths have never broken through the limit and successfully advanced.Over time, the backlog of grievances is not small.

Although the usual respect is still there, but people's hearts are separated, and no one knows what plans they have in private.

　Two chapters are worth three chapters, just ask if you are long?If there are updates in the future, it will also be this standard...
　　
　
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