Soul Village, by the bridge. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Thank you for your patronage, and in order to thank you for buying a map from me, I will give you a portrait. Ma Zhiyuan said to his customer with a smile on his face.

"Ah, you can draw. "There was a sound like a silver bell coming from under the black cloak, which was indescribably pleasant.

"I'm a soul painter, and I drew these maps by hand. Ma Zhiyuan was in a trance, no matter how many times he heard the cloaked man's voice, it was so comfortable.

"It's amazing, portraits or something, I like it the most. The cloaked man seemed very pleased, but immediately thought of something. "By the way, the head of the house said that no one should see my face. Can I wear a cape?"

"Yes. Ma Zhiyuan nodded helplessly, it seems that he can't want to see the true face of this beautiful voice.

"Let me think about what I should pose. "The cloaked man seems to be very familiar with the portrait.

Ma Zhiyuan nodded, sure enough, he was an expert.

Soul cultivators don't paint portraits like mortal painters who take a long time to paint and let others be models for a long time. It only took a split second for them to remember the image. Therefore, when they paint portraits, it is often the subject who comes up with a favorite pose to reflect his mood.

"Okay, I figured it out. The cloaked man said happily.

"Please. The soul power of the whole body condensed into his eyes, and Ma Zhiyuan said to the cloaked man.

"Out. A beautiful light burst out from behind the cloaked man, and it was brilliant in an instant.

"Oh my God, this is Spiritual Edgeworth. Ma Zhiyuan's heart trembled violently.

Spiritual edgeworth, that's a trait that only soul warriors have.

Fortunately, Ma Zhiyuan is a professional soul cultivator, and although he was surprised in his heart, he still remembered this moment.

"I'm so tired, did you succeed?" said the cloaked man to Ma Zhiyuan. That sparkle is back in the background.

"It worked, but this portrait of yours will take a little time, so you might as well go somewhere else and come back to get it. Ma Zhiyuan's mind was already completely full of that glorious scene.

As a soul cultivator, it is their pursuit to be able to draw something different. It is also the way for them to ascend.

"Okay. The cloaked man nodded understandingly, and then left the stall.

Ma Zhiyuan suddenly picked up the paintbrush with all his attention, and all in his mind was the scene of that moment just now.

It's gorgeous, it's glorious.

It took him half an hour to think about it in his mind before he made his first stroke.

This pen is like a dragon snake and a goshawk. If you go down with one pen, you will have God's help.

At the time of a breath, a figure appeared on a blank piece of rice paper. The most heart-warming thing belongs to the momentary brilliance in front of this person, which is so brilliant and dazzling.

With the perfect closing of the last stroke, Ma Zhiyuan's face showed a complex expression of relief and ecstasy.

This portrait actually loosened his realm that had been sluggish for many years.

Set up this portrait of Danqing on the stall, dry the ink, and wait for its owner to return. Ma Zhiyuan just wanted to rest for a while, when suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the corner of his eye.

"Little brother. "As a soul cultivator, Ma Zhiyuan's memory is naturally excellent, especially in remembering human faces, which is even better. He recognized at a glance that the man who had lost his soul at this time was the broken army who had purchased a map from him a few days earlier. He owes the latter a portrait.

Just as he was about to catch up and ask Po Jun if he wanted to paint now, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The footsteps of the broken army also stopped, just crossed the small bridge, fell on the ancient road, the west wind blew, messing up his hair, through the fluttering troubles, he looked at the magnificent and brilliant sunset, the beautiful scene, magnificent, shocking.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The relationship between himself and Lin Xin'er used to be like this. No matter how beautiful it once looked, the next second is eternal night.

As soon as he thought of this, he had been pretending to be fine, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

In my heart, the pain is indescribable.

Ma Zhiyuan's eyes widened, the soul power of his whole body was trembling, his eyes were firmly fixed on the back of Po Jun full of vicissitudes, like a sad person with broken intestines, obviously standing very close, but as far away as the end of the world.

He recorded this image deeply.

Returning to the stall, his gaze finally left Pojun and the picture, because that picture had been recorded in his heart forever.

Ma Zhiyuan, who was indulging in ideas, didn't realize that the cloaked man had returned, and was excitedly looking at the portrait Ma Zhiyuan drew for her at this time.

No painter has ever been able to paint her in a cloak so heroically, and Cao Siyun's heart is full of joy. As soon as she wanted to say thanks, she saw Ma Zhiyuan standing in front of the easel, closing his eyes and contemplating.

Familiar with the painter, she immediately understood that Ma Zhiyuan was conceiving another portrait at this time.

From the faint excitement on his face, Cao Siyun suddenly understood that this painting must not be simple.

She saw from her portrait that Ma Zhiyuan, a soul cultivator with low strength, was very good at painting, and a painting that could make him attach so much importance immediately aroused her curiosity.

At this moment, Ma Zhiyuan put pen to paper.

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows.

The iconic things of the Soul Breaker Ancient Road, with a thick twilight aura, seem to invade the entire picture, making people feel a sense of suffocation that is overwhelmed at a glance.

Small bridges and flowing water.

Every household in the Valley of the Soulless suddenly added a touch of vitality to this desolate picture. This touch of vitality is not strong, but it brings the whole painting to life.

Ancient road west wind thin horse.

It's still the same ancient road, but there is an extra horse on it, standing quietly against the west wind, as if it has existed for eternity.

Sunset.

The huge red wheel gives a sense of oppression, and it is so magnificent and brilliant that it fills this bleak picture with indescribable beauty. I know that this beauty will disappear in the next second, but it is still difficult to let go.

The heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

When the last figure jumped on the paper, Ma Zhiyuan cried, and Cao Siyun cried. There is only one back, but this back is full of indescribable melancholy and sadness, as if there is no place between heaven and earth.

"Where is he?" Cao Siyun asked faintly.

Ma Zhiyuan was shocked, and he only then did he realize that Cao Siyun had returned. Hearing the latter's inquiry, he pointed to the broken army standing on the ancient road in a daze.

"I'll give him this painting. ”

There was indescribable resoluteness in Cao Siyun's voice.