Ye Feng followed Gui Wuya to the depths of the bamboo forest.

This is like an interactive movie, Ye Feng is just a viewer, and he sees it as a memory in the endless remnant soul.

Between the swaying bamboo leaves, there is a square pavilion with four corners, blue tiles and red columns, antique.

In the square pavilion, there sat a delicate half-aged with a ruddy complexion, although she looked like a middle-aged person from her face, the corners of her eyes were covered with crow's feet.

She held a crystal clear jasper flute in her hand, and the melodious sound of the flute came from her mouth.

Gui Wuya's eyes became tender, and he stretched out the bright red oil-paper umbrella in his hand: "Ajuan, I finally found you, your butterfly love flower is still as beautiful as it was twenty years ago." ”

Ajuan smiled faintly, put the flute under her lips again, and played it gently.

And Gui Wuya stood outside the pavilion, holding an oil-paper umbrella, quietly listening to the melodious flute played by Ajuan in the haze of smoke and rain.

Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh when he saw this, Gui Wuya painted this painting in order to leave this precious memory with Ajuan, or the fantasy of Gui Wuya.

In that era, there was no equipment to store images and sounds, so a trace of thought could only be sealed in a special formation and preserved.

Only then did Ye Feng understand the purpose of Gui Wuya's painting scroll.

The memory of locking himself with the formation, including the voice and smile of the woman he loves, and the sound of the flute, is really well-intentioned.

Ye Feng felt that there should be a secret in this painting, the five-colored petals on the handle of the umbrella, I always felt that I had seen it somewhere, the half-old who played the flute must have been a big beauty when she was young.

It's a pity that everything is in the past, and it belongs to Wuya and his lover, in the long river of history, it has long disappeared, but this painting remains in the world forever.

Just when Ye Feng touched the scene, a call came from his ears: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Doctor Ye, Doctor Ye, what's wrong with you." ”

Ye Feng separated his mind from the painting, he was still standing in Ouyang Changfeng's study, in front of him was the ink-splashed landscape painting on the wall, at this time, looking at the old man in the painting, he felt more emotion in his heart.

Xiao Luo asked in surprise: "Brother Ye, you scared me, I almost had to call Sister Yixue." ”

When Ye Feng entered the painting when he was thinking about it, and when he peeked into the memory of the endless remnant soul, in the eyes of outsiders, he had been standing in front of the painting scroll in a daze, as if he had fallen into a demon, motionless.

Seeing that Ye Feng had woken up, Xiao Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Ouyang called Xiao Luo to help in the kitchen, she made porridge that replenished qi and blood, which was very good for the beauty of girls and the conditioning of their bodies.

Xiao Luo happily went to the kitchen to help, leaving Ye Feng and Ouyang Changfeng in the study.

Seeing that Ye Feng had been staring at the painting, a look of embarrassment flashed in Ouyang Changfeng's eyes, and he asked suspiciously, "Doctor Ye, you don't like the painting, do you?"

Ye Feng smiled: "Mr. Ouyang, I really like this painting, not how well it is painted, but this painting has a little relationship with me, I don't know if Mr. Ouyang can cut love?"

According to common sense, this painting is made by Boundless, Ye Feng followed the Boundless Smoke and Rain swordsmanship, although there is no apprenticeship, but there is also the reality of master and apprentice, Ye Feng is afraid that outsiders will damage this painting, it is better to buy it himself, treasure it, and it can be regarded as a commemoration of Boundless.

Ouyang Changfeng was very embarrassed, and said hesitantly: "Is this, I don't sell this painting of Doctor Ye, and the money is nothing to me...... It's been with me for years, and every time I look at it, it feels like it's oxygen. ”

Ye Feng smiled faintly: "Actually, this painting is full of aura, so you will have the same feeling of inhaling oxygen." I also know that this painting is not for sale, and we are not short of money, but I will give you an item that is more beneficial to your physical and mental health than this painting, do you want to see it? ”

"Oh, what's that?"

Ye Feng took out a fist-sized high-grade spirit stone from the Medicine King Ring, as white as snow, exuding a faint white light, an abundant aura, like a spring breeze, although Ouyang Changfeng was not an ancient martial artist, he was also in good spirits, and his eyes lit up.

Ouyang Changfeng has been carving jade jewelry all his life, he has seen all kinds of jade, and he has also seen such a high-grade spirit stone, but he has never seen a high-grade spirit stone as big as a fist, he knows that this spirit stone is a priceless treasure.

The aura released from it is even more abundant than this painting.

He couldn't help but frown, took this high-grade spirit stone from Ye Feng's hand, and warmed it in his hand, as if a trace of electricity had penetrated into the palm of his hand, making him feel extremely comfortable all over his body.

Ye Feng said with a smile: "This high-grade vitality stone, you can carve it into jade bracelets, pendants, all kinds of small jewelry, which can be worn by your family, isn't it more meaningful than this painting?"

Ouyang Changfeng was moved, he has carved jade for a living in his life, not only as a profession, but also likes them to turn into various shapes in his hands, becoming dazzling jewelry, which can reflect their value and bring happiness to himself.

It is an expression of art, a manifestation of self-worth.

This jade, which was as white as snow and glowed faintly, had surpassed the category of jade, and it was something he had never seen in his life.

He had seen this kind of jade in some powerful ancient martial artists, and knew that they were extremely precious and of great help to ancient martial artists in cultivating their internal strength, which was still only the size of a finger.

Today, Ye Feng gave him a fist-sized high-grade vitality stone, if he could carve it into jewelry and put it on his wife, not only would it be particularly noble and beautiful, but it would also continuously exude aura, moisturize the skin, improve intelligence, and make the body healthy.

Owning these spirit stones and carving them into jewelry is one of the great joys of life and the ultimate goal of life.

The more Ouyang Changfeng thought about it, the more excited he became, and nodded happily: "Doctor Ye, since you have a relationship with this painting, and the gentleman is so beautiful as an adult, this painting will be given to you, this jade ......"

I had long known that Ouyang Changfeng couldn't resist the temptation of the top-grade Yuan Qi Stone, and sure enough, he took the bait, Ye Feng smiled and said: "This Yuan Qi Stone will be given to you, and if you don't come and go, we can be regarded as having dealings." ”

"Okay, great, I'll find a bag to help you put this picture up. ”

Ye Feng shook his head: "No, I took the frame with me." ”

The Medicine King Ring glowed with a black light, enveloping the scroll on the wall, and in the blink of an eye, the scroll disappeared from the wall.

Ouyang Changfeng bent down to look for the bag, found the bag, and when he looked up, he found that the painting on the wall had disappeared.

He was dumbfounded, not knowing how Ye Feng did it, he gave Ye Feng a thumbs up: "Doctor Ye, you are amazing." ”

(End of chapter)