Murong Xianxian smiled: "It's just a painting, it's just a painting that I painted casually, it's worthless." My children love it, and that's an encouragement to me. ”

The old lady hesitated for a moment, glanced at Murong Xianxian, and a smile appeared on her face: "Listen to your accent, aren't you from Beijing? I haven't seen you before." ”

Murong Xianxian smiled and nodded.

The old lady smiled kindly and said, "Girl, if you don't dislike it, come and have some food." It's not that my old lady is boasting, but the rice wine I brew is much better than the rice wine sold in those hotels and shopping malls, and it is not good at all. ”

Murong Xianxian felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, this kind of affection was a feeling that she had rarely had in a hundred years, and after hesitating for a moment, Murong Xianxian nodded.

The girl's mother was a very gentle young woman, who was not very old, but she was quite gentle, and the girl's father was a somewhat wooden man, a few years older than his wife, and it was a happy family as can be seen from some details.

The old man is loving, the children are well-behaved, the husband and wife are loving, and the three generations of this family are also happy.

In the breakfast shop, there was a square table with a few home-cooked side dishes on it, and even if Murong Xianxian could open the valley, he couldn't help but pick up chopsticks and eat some.

Drinking the rice wine that the other party was quite proud of, eating the home-cooked meal that she had not seen for a long time, Murong Xian's state of mind was more peaceful than before, and the true yuan in her body operated in an unprecedented rhythm.

This wine is indeed a good wine, with an endless aftertaste.

Since this day, there has been an indispensable 'little guy' in Murong Xian's life, and the girl has to come to Murong Xianxian almost every day, sometimes taking a few big meat buns and porridge, or a pot of rice wine and a few side dishes. Of course, she sometimes instructed the girl to draw, and it was clear that the little one was much more savvy than she was in this regard.

In Murong Xianxian's gallery, there are gradually more paintings, in addition to those ordinary portraits, there are also many portraits of people in myths and legends, as well as portraits of various exotic birds and animals she saw when she traveled around three different worlds, and even some pictures of plants and scenes. However, there are also some powerful images of mythical beasts that no matter how hard she tries, she can't draw their verve.

Each of these paintings painted by Murong Xianxian embodies the pure true element, with her perception of these portraits, and even her perception of the laws of heaven and earth. At this point, mortals can only appreciate their momentum, but they cannot appreciate the essence of them. If a cultivator sees these works, they will definitely flock to them, because the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from these paintings are no less than some low-level magic weapons, and the mysteries contained in them are even more beyond imagination.

Life, in fact, is the simplest. It's like a bowl of water, with a hint of sweetness between the plain and the insane. When Murong Xianxian first started, she was still a little deliberate, but unconsciously, she already liked this kind of life without killing, fighting, and intrigue. The repetition of the dullness day after day is like a cleansing of the soul.

At this moment, she forgot her identity as a cultivator, forgot about more than a hundred years of killing, and forgot about her powerful supernatural powers. Every day is lived in a mortal lifestyle, experiencing the same ups and downs as others...... This feeling she had forgotten for too long.

Every morning, Murong Xianxian would get up early, pick up the hygiene at the door first, and then go to the breakfast shop.

When I came back, I opened the door of the gallery, then stood quietly in front of the drawing, laid out the paper, ground the ink, and began to paint. Her gallery is already densely packed with countless paintings.

Because she didn't have a strong sense of survival, it took a few months for many shops around her to know that the place had changed owners and reopened a gallery. They all have a good impression of Murong Xianxian, a beautiful woman who reveals a bit of elegance in her quietness, and some people even inquire about her personal problems around the corner, but in the end, they all hit a wall, and over time, no one cares about this problem anymore.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, with the passage of time, Murong Xianxian's gallery has gradually had guests, although these people can't see the aura on the paintings, but they can see that these paintings have a unique momentum, and over time, Murong Xianxian's gallery is also slightly famous in this area.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye, and during this year, Murong Xianxian also occasionally contacted Murong Xiaoxiao and others, but between their conversations, it was mainly a greeting between family members, and it did not involve sect affairs or cultivation, just like ordinary people...... In fact, Murong Xianxian was indeed not very worried. Wenxiang Island's defenses were heavily fortified, and once the large array was running, even if there were hundreds and eighty high-level monks, they would not be able to break through.

In addition, she gave some of her magic weapons to the doppelganger to use. You must know that although her doppelganger also has its own focus on cultivation, but the doppelganger and the deity are in the same breath, and as long as the perception of her own cultivation is open to the doppelganger, she can also cultivate, and she will get twice the result with half the effort, plus those magic weapons, ordinary Mahayana monks are not opponents. Therefore, although Wenxiangfang also encountered some trouble, it was not enough to pose a fundamental threat.

Murong Xianxian enjoys her current lifestyle, she is completely immersed in painting, looking for the pleasures that have been lost for a long time.

In Murong Xianxian's gallery, the most hung are lifelike and vivid pictures of exotic beasts. Some of these strange beasts are myths and legends, but most of them are strange beasts in the Starlight World and the Yuanling World, and some live in special regions...... For example, some Jedi in the Abyss of the Fog. Not to mention that these strange beasts are unknown to ordinary people, but many cultivators are rarely able to fully recognize them, after all, the world is so big, there are no surprises, and with the long life of a cultivator, he would not dare to say that he has seen all the creatures in his life.

At this time, Murong Xianxian was painting a portrait of a starry sky giant beast, this was the most powerful beast she had ever encountered, even if it was a divine beast, fortunately, the starry sky giant beast had not fully grown, otherwise it would really be difficult to say who would have killed the deer.

After painting in one go, Murong Xianxian put down the paintbrush, picked up the silver wine jug next to him, and just raised it, but found that there was no trickle of rice wine left inside.

Since getting used to this kind of rice wine, Murong Xianxian found that the spirit wine she brewed also lacked the unique local flavor contained in this rice wine. Her amount of wine is actually not large, it is about a pot every day, and each time she paints a few sips before and after a few sips, she has a feeling of 'Li Baidou's wine poems'.

At this time in Changzhou, Lan Yue ...... It was the little girl who would come to see her paint, and every time she came, she would always have a pot of rice wine.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Lan Yue, who had already grown a head taller, to run in, she was only ten years old at this time, but her figure looked tall, and her beautiful little face had already shown the characteristics of a beauty.

After entering the gallery, Lan Yue complained, came to Murong Xianxian and sat down, and said, "Aunt Murong, when will you go to my house and tell me about my father." He always wanted me to learn from him and continue the shop. ”

"People live in the world, they always have to have a skill, and your father is also to love you. Murong Xianxian said with a smile.

Lan Yue pouted: "I don't want to learn cooking, the smell of oil smoke is bad and I die." I just want to be a great painter like my aunt. ”

As she spoke, she put a pot of rice wine in her hand beside Murong Xian Xian, ran to the painting case, and stared at the starry sky giant beast that Murong Xian Xian had just finished painting.

"I'm a painter at best, not a painter yet. ”

Murong Xianxian snorted, picked up the wine jug and took a sip gently. This kind of rice wine is a pure grain wine made by the old lady with an ancient family recipe, and the taste is sweet with a rich rice aroma, and after drinking, there is a warm feeling in the stomach, which is very comfortable.

"Aunt Murong, what kind of animal is this painting of yours? Could it be the legendary Kun?" Lan Yue looked at the painting and asked a little confused.

Murong Xianxian touched Lan Yue's head and said with a smile: "Xiao Lanyue, it's not simple, you still know Kun." However, this is not a sole, but a larger animal than a sole, which lives in the vast starry sky, and the planet is like a toy in their eyes. So we gave it a special name, called the Star Behemoth. ”

Lan Yue nodded her little head as if she didn't understand, this year, she had seen countless various animals in Murong Xianxian's gallery, each of which she had never seen or heard of.

She also studied painting with Murong Xianxian, but she was never able to paint satisfactory works...... Of course, compared with her peers, she is much better, but she can't look backwards as a person, she has always wanted to know what skills Murong Xianxian has in painting, and took this opportunity to ask for advice again.

Murong Xianxian was silent for a moment, looked up at the girl in front of him, and said: "Painting, what is needed is a kind of understanding, each substance has its own special place, only by understanding the origin of matter, can we paint living works, that is, what those masters call spirituality." Reading 10,000 books and traveling 10,000 miles is just the beginning, and you must figure it out with your heart......"

Lan Yue playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "How long will it take, I will definitely not be able to do it in a short time." ”

At this moment, suddenly there was a commotion outside, the children were so lively, Lan Yue hurriedly got up and ran out, and it didn't take long for her to come in, and said in surprise: "Aunt Murong, Feng Xiangzhai's eldest son is back, wearing famous brands, and driving a luxury car, but he is majestic." ”

With that, she ran out again.

Come home rich or famous?

Murong Xianxian shook her head a little amusedly, disappreroving, she spread out a piece of drawing paper again and drew it stroke by stroke. R1152