Grasping Evil

In Yuliang, everyone is a 13-year-old meeting pro, and at the age of fifteen, they can marry. The 10-year-old girl is not small.

Zhao Dieer is already ten years old. The ten-year-old girl has not yet opened her body, but she has already exhibited her beauty.

Today's Zhao Dieer, wearing a satin jacket, petite body wrapped in a furry fox, with a small face.

This year, there was no snow in the beam, and Ning Fan was the first time to meet Zhao Dieer when there was no snow.

Ten years later, Ning Fan’s appearance was like a 30-year-old man, his eyes were deeper. When he saw Zhao Die’s moment, his eyes were soft and smiling. “Oh? Isn’t this a butterfly?”

"The butterfly has seen Ning Shishu, did Ning Shishu go to the Weihe River to enjoy the scenery? Unfortunately, this year, there is no snow in the Liangliang, and the plum blossoms are not open. Without the plum, I want to drink the uncle's wine, and I will drink some loneliness. ..."

Zhao Dieer smiled shyly and bowed his head. The blue silk of the waterfall hangs down, and the sound is soft and sweet.

The 10-year-old Zhao Dieer is more sensible, and now she is no longer wrapped around Ning Fan.

Ten-year-old Zhao Dieer, there have been some young girls' minds... Ning Fan's appearance is handsome, but because of many years of practice, there is a dusty temperament.

Even if I deliberately make the appearance look old, it is still the feeling of the red heartbeat of Zhao Dieer who has first understood the situation...

Behind Zhao Dieer, he followed two Zhaofu prostitutes, all of whom were ten years old, and their appearance was also pretty.

I have served in Zhaofu for many years, and I have seen a lot of Liang Junjie in the second place. I have seen some of them with good looks and talents. They have also seen some of them, but they seem to be so temperamental, rare...

Therefore, Zhao Dieer’s face was red, and even the two prostitutes were red-faced. From time to time, they would also look at Ning Fan’s eyes...

"Yeah, this year, there is no snow in the beam, plum blossoms are not open, this wine, really drinking lonely... Bo Yang brother's illness, is it better?"

Ning Fan’s words turned and asked.

He came to Yan Liang for ten years, and he also met Zhao Boyang for ten years. He is an old friend.

One month, Zhao Boyang did not come to the Yunzhong Academy to teach, it is said that the old disease recurred, quite serious...

"The leg disease of the sputum will occur every year, but this year is more serious. It is impossible to get out of bed. Someone has to wait before the bed. The doctors have invited some, but they have not seen any improvement. Even the savage medicine given by the idiot master has nothing. effect..."

When Zhao Dieer thought of the sorrow and pain, his nose was sour and his eyes were red.

"What is the leg disease... don't cry, you come with me."

Ning Fan stroked the blue silk of Zhao Dieer, and then pushed back to the house, unconscious movements, making Zhao Dieer forget to cry, his face shy.

She is already ten years old. She is already a big girl. There are already a lot of people who have asked for a kiss. But Ning Fan still treats her as a child and touches her head at will...

Very rude behavior, but Zhao Dieer does not seem to reject this feeling...

Leave the two cockroaches outside the house, Zhao Dieer enters the Ningfu courtyard alone, the plum blossoms of the 汴liang are not open, but there is a plum tree in the courtyard, the red plum is full...

"Hey? The uncle's plum tree is so strange, it is different from the 汴梁城..." Zhao Dieer was surprised.

"Nature is different, it is not ordinary plum tree..."

Ning Fan smiled and took two plum blossoms from the plum tree. One of the weaker auras was worn on the hair of Zhao Dieer, and the other one was put into a brocade box and handed over to Zhao Dieer. .

"The plum in the box, take it to you, and the leg will recover from it... Don't scream at the beam, don't tell you, plum is what I sent."

Zhao Dieer’s little brain has already collapsed. He did not listen to what Qing Ningfan said. He just took the jade box instinctively and squatted down the little brain.

There is only one thing in my heart, that is, she was actually stunned by Uncle Ning!

In the 汴 beam, men and women don’t kiss, Ning Fan touched her hair and gave her a flower...

Her face seems to be burning half, hot and hot, only the thumping heartbeat in the ear...

"Do you know how to be ashamed, the butterfly is really grown up, but the uncle is frivolous..."

Ning Fan smiled and shook his head. His bones were already a thousand years old. Zhao Dieer was always a child in front of him. He had not thought of this layer of men and women. At this moment, he knew that he should pay attention.

After repeating the previous words, after carefully swearing Zhao Dieer, Ning Fan let Zhao Dieer leave.

Until I walked out of the gates of Ningfu, Zhao Dieer was still in a state of red face and blushing. After a while, she calmed down and looked at the box in her hand. The expression was incredible.

"Why did my uncle give me a plum? I also said that this plum can cure the leg disease... Butterfly has read a lot of medical skills, but I have never heard of plum blossoms."

Obviously, I don’t believe that plum blossoms can cure leg problems. Zhao Dieer still holds the plan to try it out. He returns to his home with plum blossoms and gives the plum blossoms to his clothes.

It is also magical to say that Zhao Boyang’s leg is clearly medically ill-free, but after taking the plum blossom, the leg disease is actually getting better every day.

Zhao Boyang asked all the questions about where the plum blossoms came from. Zhao Dieer remembered the ambiguity of Ning Fan, and did not talk about it, but the matter was still spread in the city of Yanliang.

No one knows what kind of plum blossoms can cure Zhao Daru's old leg.

The only one who knows the truth is Zhao Dieer. At the age of ten, she first saw the incredibleness of Ning Fan.

When she came to Ningjia again and was ready to thank Ning Fan for her gift, she found that Ning Fan was not at home, only ‘wife and daughter’ was at home...

After inquiring about Liu Yu's "uncle" and Xian Loli's "sister", Zhao Dieer knew that Ning Fan at the moment was painting on the banks of the Weihe River.

“Ning Shishu is painting in Luohe?” Zhao Dieer was very surprised. In her impression, Ning Fan seems to only drink wine and enjoy plum.

When she came to the banks of the Weihe River and found Ning Fan, she saw that Ning Fan was looking at an ancient painting next to a flat stone that was half a person high.

Ten years of transformation, just for truth, Ning Fan finally began to realize the truth. Daozhen, can not be passed on from mouth to mouth, Ning Fan will truly understand the Tao, into the Danqing, painted into a picture, to realize the truth.

The ancient painting that Ning Fan is looking at is a painting he got from Luo Yunfeng's demon land dust when he was in the Nine.

The content in the painting is a scene of the ancient heavenly court demon handsome Lu Wu driving.

This painting is painted by a painting of the ancient heavenly court. It can be turned into a real thing. Just by urging the mana, the characters in the painting can be transformed.

In this painting, the true feelings of the painting fairy are integrated...

When Ning Fan saw the ancient painting for a long time, he put it away, took out the ink and ink pen, put it on the bluestone, and began to paint.

He knew that Zhao Dieer had already arrived, and he stood by his side, but at the moment he painted his heart and did not pay attention to it. Zhao Dieer did not bother.

Ning Fan's paintings can only be regarded as ordinary, and his skills are far from the highest level. However, his paintings contain far-reaching artistic conception and are close to the Tao. The most important thing about ink painting is the artistic conception.

What he painted is the landscape of the city of Liangliang, a grass and a tree, which has been integrated into his heart in the past ten years.

However, he painted the shops of the Longliangcheng Street, and he couldn't paint that kind of embarrassment.

He drew the water of the Weihe River but could not make the river flow.

He painted the bald plums on both sides of the strait, but he could not bloom the plum on the plum tree...

"Not enough?"

Ning Fan sighed slightly, put down the lake pen, and looked at the silence of the river.

He is still dissatisfied with the painting, and the reason for his dissatisfaction is that he has failed to achieve the true painting.

Zhao Dieer was so beautiful that he looked at Ning Fan's painting in surprise.

She naturally doesn't know what is really true. In her opinion, Ning Fan's landscape paintings have undoubtedly reached a very high level, all the same, all have their own intentions...

She did not understand, Ning Fan Ming Ming painted a peerless good painting, why sigh...

"Uncle, are you not satisfied with this picture?" Zhao Dieer did not call Ning Fan Shishu, her tone seemed to be as close as she was when she was young.

"You see it again?" Ning Fan smiled.

"Hey, my uncle's brows are about to be screwed together, can the butterfly not see it?"

Zhao Dieer smiled sweetly and suddenly gave birth to a thought. His face was red and his head was lowered. He asked Ning Fan for help. "Uncle can teach Butterfly to paint, and Butterfly wants to learn..."

"Your ambition is not to be a pretty savvy, why not go to study the savage, but instead run to learn to paint with me. Don't want to be awkward?" Ning Fan laughed.

"No, the ambition of the butterfly is still a pretty savvy, and the butterfly has already promised the idiot master..."

Zhao Dieer said half of it, a sigh of sigh, did not continue to say.

Ning Fan did not ask, but looked at Zhao Dieer with great interest, untied the waist wine jujube, and took a sip.

"Uncle teaches Butterfly to paint well. In five years, Butterfly only disturbs his uncle for five years. After five years, Butterfly will leave..."

Zhao Dieer's black scorpion stared at Ning Fan, with a little pleading. In the expression, there is even more ignorant feelings.

"it is good."

Ning Fan nodded, his eyes swept over the plum blossoms of Zhao Dieer's horns, but he lamented.

After a few days, the plum blossoms have dried up, but Zhao Dieer is still wearing it on his head.

Growing up...

Since this day, Zhao Dieer will come to find Ning Fan to learn painting whenever he has leisure time.

Next to the bluestone of the Weihe River, Ning Fan will definitely be there, sometimes splashing ink and sometimes sinking into silence.

In the eleventh year, Ning Fan finally painted a river that would flow.

In the twelfth year, Ning Fan wrote a few bare plums with bare plum blossoms.

In the thirteenth year, the market in Ning Fan’s paintings was faintly heard.

In the 14th year, Ning Fan began to paint dragons, paint exotic animals, and paint some creatures between mountains and seas.

In the fifteenth year, Ning Fan began to paint people.

There are many characters in his writings, there are red faces, there are close relatives, and there are also enemies.

All the memories were merged into the Tao by Ning Fan and painted on paper. There was no deliberate truth-seeking, but gradually, there was a true rhyme in the painting.

It has been 15 years since I came to Yanliang. The colorful arrows have been refining two times.

The fog of the true bridge, and gradually can not cover the eyes of Ning Fan. For fifteen years, Ning Fan felt the call of the true river for the first time.

It was night, Ning Fan stayed in the room and meditated.

His flesh is still at home, but the gods suddenly roll up the storage bag and fly to the night sky.

However, when the body of the gods was shaken, it was actually tearing a gap from the night sky, stepping in and disappearing into the night.

Any monk who breaks through the bottleneck of the real thing needs the Yuanshen to leave the body and enter the heavens.

At this moment, the **** of Ning Fan, just inside the heavens, is a long river that seems to be a fantasy.

Ning Fan stood on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and the south bank was ridiculous. On the north shore, there is a grassy grass. If you go to the north bank, you can successfully break through the realm of crossing the realm.

The long river is called the true magic river, and the river is full of fog like a real fantasy. Today's Ning Fan, his eyes can see through some of the fog.

There are more than one true bridge on the river, but there are countless seats. With his current experience, he can see 3,000 true bridges from the fog of the river.

These three thousand true bridges are not suitable for the true bridge of the road...

"The true bridge on the river of truth is already in existence at the beginning of the formation of the heavens... The true river is not floating, can't fly, can't swim, can't sail, can only cross the bridge and cross the river... If you go to the north bank, then It’s really successful. What is the road to repair, what bridge to cross...”

"Today, I have been able to see 3,000 true bridges from the Real River. These three thousand true bridges cover almost the vast majority of the four-day avenues. Unfortunately, there is no real bridge..."

"Any monk who enters the inner heavens will not be disturbed by the outside world, but it is extremely difficult to enter the interior of the heavens. I have only entered it once in fifteen years."

"Any monk has only nine chances to cross the bridge... I still can't see the existence of the true bridge now, I am afraid that I can't cross the truth..."

"Pity..."

Overnight, Ning Fan Yuan Shen withdrew from the inside of the heavens and returned to the body. If you want to enter the interior of Heaven, you can't do it at all.

On the early morning of the next day, Zhao Dieer came to the door and came to learn from Ning Fan. Today, she is fifteen years old, and she is only three days later.

When she came today, apart from studying painting, there was one thing that was to inform Ning Fan that he would be embarrassed.

For ordinary girls, it means that growing up means being married soon.

But for Zhao Dieer, it means a long blue light, which means leaving Yongliang City forever.

She does not want to marry, her dream is to be a pretty man, to protect the weak barbarians who are hurt by the beasts.

In the city of Liangliang, many of the scholars who asked her for her family were rejected by Zhao Boyang.

Zhao Boyang is not a laity, knowing his daughter's ambition and support.

The only trouble is that if you want to be awkward, you must go to some big cities where the temple is flourishing. There is only one savage in the city of 汴梁, and this savage savage is very weak, and it is impossible to help the disciple to perceive the scent of incense.

"Uncle, the butterfly is about to smash, and will leave the scorpion soon... will you miss the butterfly..."

Zhao Dieer stood beside Ning Fan and looked at the snow in front of him.

In the fifteenth year, there was a small snow under the beam, and the red plum was in the snow.

Ning Fan drinks and paints in the snow. Because of the deliberate change of appearance, there are some wind creams in the corner.

Zhao Dieer looked at the familiar back and looked at the familiar scenery of the Weihe River. His heart was slightly sour and somewhat sad.

She grew up, but her uncle is getting old...

She finally got married and finally left her hometown and tried to become quite awkward, but why did she have a trace of it...

"No. But the butterfly is assured that leaving, the uncle will not think of you." Ning Fan smiled.

"Cheat! I don't believe it!"

Zhao Dieer spit out her tongue, and she did not believe that Ning Fan would not miss her.

"...Uncle, if the butterfly becomes a pretty savage, this life can't marry anyone. Can the uncle help the butterfly to complete a small caution..." Zhao Dieer asked cautiously.

"What a wish?"

"Can an uncle wear a wedding dress with a butterfly, eat a cake, take a boat, and put a light on it... It’s before the butterfly leaves, complete the butterfly and be careful..."

"No."

"Why... Uncle never refused the request of Butterfly, why did you refuse this time..." Zhao Dieer sighed and lost his breath.

Ning Fan did not answer, just drank a mouthful of wine, put down the lake pen, and looked at a tree of red plum.

"Small ghosts..." Zhao Dieer snorted softly, suddenly Xiafei cheeks, flushed.

However, Ning Fan took off a red plum and gently inserted it into her horns and smiled. "This plum is a gift from you and you. I have something to do in these few days, I am afraid I can't catch up with you. And the ceremony..."

"Uncle does not come to participate in the butterfly's rituals..." Upon listening to the words of Ning Fan, Zhao Die, who was slightly shy, immediately lost.

"Maybe it will come, maybe not. After all, the bones of the savage beasts are not so easy to find..." Ning Fan smiled helplessly.

"Broken savage beast...that is what kind of beast..." Zhao Dieer is full of incomprehensible colors.

"I will tell you later..."

During the three days, Ning Fan was not at home and went out of the city. Zhao Dieer came to find Ning Fan, but he did not find it. When he heard that Ning Fan had left the city, he could not help but be worried.

Yan Liang knows how to make a sacred jade. If you go out of town, you can reduce the chance of being attacked by the beast as long as you wear it. But you can't sleep.

Zhao Dieer doesn't know what Ning Fan is doing in the city. I don't know if Ning Fan brings a goddess, she is worried...

In the past three days, Ning Fan still has not returned. Today is Zhao Dieer’s and Li.

As the daughter of Zhao Daru, Zhao Dieer’s and the rituals are very beautiful, and there are countless names in the ancestral halls.

Not only that, even the only one who is quite savvy, the master of the idiot, has come to participate in Zhao Dieer’s ritual.

Ordinary people and daughters, idiots naturally will not come, but Zhao Dieer is different, she has found a idiot, according to the idiot evaluation, this woman is very talented, if there is a name, this life will become a generation of famous For the benefit of the wild.

The idiot knew that he was not enough to become the teacher of Zhao Dieer, and he recommended Zhao Dieer to go to Tianman City to practice martial arts.

Tianman City, looking at the entire wilderness, is considered to be the top ten big city!

There are a lot of savage, quite strong, enough to resist any wild beast attack.

"Lao has already applied martial arts to inform a few friends in Tianman City, where the temple is also very interested in Zhao Dieer's day. It is said that this time, Tianman Temple will send people to Liangliang. Then, after the woman went to Tianman City, it was enough to see that the Tianman Temple was attached to this woman..."

It’s time to be happy, but Zhao Dieer is not happy, and he is still worried about the safety of Ning Fan.

Her eyes looked at the guests, but there were many people, but there was no one she wanted to see...

"Uncle, where have you been... what you have to do is heavier than the butterfly and the ritual... But the butterfly is in your eyes, not heavy or..."

Zhao Dieer sighed and sighed. Suddenly, he looked up incredulously and seemed to feel something.

After her, the idiot also looked up, and with the induction, looking out of Zhaofu, there was a trace of horror.

Seen outside Zhaofu, in the snow, twelve black horses came snow, and on each horse, they sat in a black robe.

"Hand over Zhao Dieer, otherwise, no one can live in this house!"

Come to the guests to send servants, go to inquire who is so bold, dare to squat outside Zhao.

But the servants sent to inquire, without exception, were all killed by the twelve black scorpions, blood spattered!

"It’s black and savage! It’s black and savage that kills people! Why are they here?”

Some well-informed guests immediately showed horror.

Among the barbarians, there is a special kind of barbaric man who can seduce the power of incense to shelter all beings.

The vast majority of the ridiculous are all taking the responsibility of sheltering the people, but there are also a few savage, to kill people, and against the beings!

They are black and pretty!

They did not know how to hear the news of Zhao Dieer's talents. Today, it is necessary to plunder Zhao Dieer and force him to join the black man!

"The number of the seat is ten. If Zhaofu does not hand over Zhao Dieer, this seat will bring people into Zhaofu!"

Among the twelve black scorpions, a sinister old man headed by him, smirked.

But did not see, there is a silver hair loli in the dark, the same smile black belly.

Xian Loli is very happy, it seems that there is another fight! (to be continued