Senior Brother Jianxian is Going to Have a Good Time Today

"It's okay, we can't chat anymore." The girl's eyes seemed to reveal a bit of resentment.

"You and I have different interests and different circles of friends, so there shouldn't be much to talk about."

"Then can you teach me swordsmanship?"

"You can't learn my sword skills."

"You haven't taught me yet, so how do you know?" Hua Chuyan's other hand also rested on his shoulder, which seemed to have the tendency to hug his neck, but unfortunately Gu Yuan was still unmoved, like a wooden man Same.

Perhaps it was also because Hua Chuyan was not good at flirting with men.

"Because you don't look like the same people as me."

Gu Yuan smiled helplessly, his back was facing Hua Chuyan, and now her arms were wrapped around his neck, although her body hadn't come close yet, it still made people feel a little distracted.

For example, knock her out now and suck blood fiercely.

Gu Yuan gently separated her hand, turned around, and looked into her eyes calmly.

The moonlit night is quiet.

Hua Chuyan was a little dazed because of the look in his eyes. She always felt that she couldn't see any emotion or desire in his eyes, as if standing in front of her was a cold puppet without any warmth.

It's true, his body is also frighteningly cold, I don't know what secret method he has practiced.

"I'm going to rest, you go back obediently."

"I have something to ask you."

"You didn't say anything just now, if you want to ask now, just ask quickly."

"The original poem you gave me...why is the ink wet?"

"Maybe it was stained with wine?" Gu Yuan smiled helplessly.

"That's clearly wet ink, just written down."

Gu Yuan could only smile wryly, "I wrote it."

"How did you imitate the real work of Shixian?" Hua Chuyan put her hands on her hips.

Gu Yuan looked into her eyes, "What is the truth, you already know it well, don't you?"

Hua Chuyan's breathing became a little short.

"you are not."

"Of course you don't want to believe it. After all, it's completely different from the person you imagined, isn't it?"

Gu Yuan smiled helplessly, "It's true that I'm not that poetic fairy, those poems are just my dreams, I don't have such a talent, and I don't particularly like elegant things, I'm just a layman. "

Hua Chuyan was obviously unwilling to believe it, and she still wanted to find some evidence, "You...not."

"If you think I'm not, of course I can be. It's not important." Gu Yuan's smile was very innocent.

I'm really sorry that I couldn't meet your expectations.

Hua Chuyan's expression was obviously sad.

"How can you do this."

"The truth is often cruel."

It seems that Hua Chuyan's heart is full of gaps, but unfortunately Gu Yuan doesn't want to explore the girl's heart, nor does she want to know what the poetic fairy in her imagination should look like. After all, many things have to be moral.

Of course, he could use many famous lines to coax Hua Chuyan, and he might have a chance to take the opportunity to eat them up, but in the final analysis, these are not his own things, they are nothing more than lies.

He didn't hate lies that much, after all, he was also a person who told a lot of lies, but if he loved this kind of thing, there shouldn't be any false deceit, so Gu Yuan chose to confess.

"Then...why did you write poems for Yunlanfang?"

"It's just to make Yunlanfang arty, to be able to sell things better and more expensive."

Obviously, this was another big blow to Hua Chuyan.

"Then, then why are your poems never sold publicly, and you don't get a penny?"

"I'm in charge of writing poems for Ning Qingyao. How to deal with it is her business. I didn't know that it could be sold so expensive."

It turned out to be such an interesting thing to tear apart a girl's dream.

Gu Yuan didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt, the little devil in his heart laughed extremely happily.

But Hua Chuyan's eyes were already filled with tears. She bit her lip, clenched her small fist, and hit Gu Yuan's chest with one fist. It took no effort.

"Don't be like this, why don't you choose to forget the truth?"

"asshole!"

"If it's okay, I'll go first."

"No."

"Why can't it work again?"

"Leave me a poem." Hua Chuyan's eyes fixed on his.

"what?"

"I don't care. If you don't give it to me, I will tell others about it."

"That doesn't matter." Gu Yuan shrugged.

"You bullied me." Hua Chuyan's tears were really about to fall.

"Then I will send you a poem that I have dreamed about and I like very much."

Hua Chuyan quickly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and even wiped away her tears with her sleeves. Apart from the slightly red eyes, she was still full of anticipation.

Could this be the little sister who chased stars and collapsed?

Gu Yuan pondered for a while, and wrote down this row of small characters on the piece of paper seriously. The paper was quite big, but after writing the row of small characters, he didn't return the pen to Hua Chuyan immediately, but I started to outline the ink and wash with the tip of my pen, but I started to draw a picture instead.

Hua Chuyan stared blankly at his profile.

Gu Yuan drew a picture for her, the picture is of Hua Chuyan dancing with her sleeves flying, but the expression of Hua Chuyan in the painting is not as stiff as when she is dancing.

When she was dancing, although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, it always gave Gu Yuan the feeling that she was not smiling.

So Gu Yuan painted her with a little daze and loss in her eyes.

Gu Yuan painted very quickly, but it took only two incense sticks to complete the painting. Hua Chuyan stared blankly at herself in the painting. After a while, she pouted her lips slightly, "Is there any connection between this poem and the painting?"

"No contact." Gu Yuan laughed happily, "Because I don't know much about these things. If you want it, I will give it to you. Just treat it as a friend, and remember to keep it secret for me in the future."

"Oh." Hua Chuyan seemed to put away the painting reluctantly.

"I'm going back to my room to rest, and you should go to bed early too." Gu Yuan said softly, and then turned around and left without any further gestures of farewell. Hua Chuyan looked up at his back , pursing her lips lightly, lowered her head, but shifted her gaze to the painting in front of her again.

This painting made her beautiful. Hua Chuyan herself has a lot of accomplishments in painting, but when facing this painting, she can only feel ashamed.

Even she always felt that the girl in the painting was more pure and real than her current self.

She can show a sad expression at will, and she can decide her own life.

Hua Chuyan's lips moved slightly, softly reading the line of poem that Gu Yuan left behind.

"The spirit is so high that I don't know sorrow, and I am willing to go to the twelfth floor of Yujing. I wave my sword to break through the clouds to meet the stars, and I sing to attract the phoenix.

A thousand years is nothing but a dream, and a heartfelt relationship refuses to let go.Waking up from a dream and looking at the light rain, the mountains and rivers still seem gentle as before. "

She read it over and over again, waiting for the ink to dry, and carefully put away the painting, holding it tightly in her arms. She finally walked out of the small courtyard and headed north all the way to the main hall of the suzerain.

The banquet has ended, and now it is time to rest. Hua Yueyou is painting in the yard. Hua Yueyou, the lord of the Huazong, has practiced painting many years ago. She is drawing a self-portrait.

And now she is different from today's banquet, Hua Yueyou now has silver hair, although her appearance is still that of a girl, but her silver hair seems to have a faint old breath.

Hua Chuyan didn't say a word, and waited for Hua Yueyou to finish the painting, two hours later.

Hua Yueyou finally put away her paintbrush, and looked at her, "This time Dao Wuxin lost to Gu Yuan, and both Dao Zong and Hua Zong have a bad face. I have already told you that my cultivation It has been stagnant for a long time, and if it can no longer break through, it will be the end of the day."

"The Huazong has been supported by me for so many years. If I'm not here, the Huazong will be in trouble sooner or later. Luo Yesheng of the Lingzong is at the time of breaking through. He can't help me, and the Jianzong doesn't like our Huazong, so Dao Zong is the best choice."

Hua Chuyan lowered her head and said nothing.

"Master has raised me for many years. Chuyan will naturally not disobey Master's wishes. If Master wants me to marry, I will marry him." Hua Chuyan lowered her head, her voice was very soft.

Hua Yueyou sighed softly, "It's good that you are sensible."

"Master... I want to show you a painting."

"Oh? Have you made any progress in your drawing skills?"

"No." Hua Chuyan shook her head, and slowly unfolded the painting, Hua Yueyou's eyes were attracted by the portrait.

But after a while, the painting flew in front of Hua Yueyou, and her dim eyes brightened little by little.

Hua Chuyan opened her lips slightly, staring blankly at Hua Yueyou.

There was silence for a whole stick of incense.

Hua Chuyan looked at the silver hair of the master in front of her, which gradually changed back to jet black.

In the entire Huazong, the spiritual energy all over the mountains and plains began to stir chaotically.

Chapter 29 Don't Think Too Much

The aura is raging, which is a sign that only high-level monks are about to break through.

However, when a cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage breaks through the realm, it is enough to trigger the visions of heaven and earth, and the aura condenses all over the mountains and plains, turning into petals of aura like peach blossoms, which float down in the sky.

Hua Chuyan stared blankly at Hua Yueyou in front of her, not knowing what to say for a while.

The moment she saw this painting, she had already noticed the mystery in this painting, but after all, it was because her cultivation level was not enough.

Therefore, it is impossible to penetrate thoroughly, and the master in front of her is obviously breaking through now, and seems to be about to break through to the late stage of the seventh level of Void Refining. If she really succeeds, her lifespan will be several hundred years longer.

After all, she only entered Taoism through painting, and unlike ordinary monks who practiced normally, her life expectancy was naturally much less than that of ordinary monks.

Hua Chuyan didn't dare to make a sound, but just looked at her master silently, and her master was staring at the painting in front of her, her eyes were shining with pink luster.Finally, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the corner of her mouth slowly overflowed with blood.

"Master!" Hua Chuyan rushed forward, Hua Yueyou waved her hand and shook her head, "I'm fine, I'm just too greedy."

Looking at the worry in Hua Chuyan's eyes, Hua Yueyou's eyes were a little more relieved, "I have already reached the peak of the seventh level of refining."