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"I'll ask you one last time, can you learn to draw well?" the picture suddenly shifts to a small room. In the corner of the fastest updated room knelt a seven or eight-year-old child, slender and delicate, with fair skin and half-long hair, unable to tell whether it was a boy or a girl. The man who spoke was a young man standing by the door, and judging from his facial features, he should be the father of the child. He held a half-painted painting in his hand and looked at the child angrily, waiting for the child's answer. But the boy just kept his head down, silent, his hair covering his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Okay, left and right, this is your own choice! When your mother died, I should have strangled you to death!" The young man who had waited for a long time and didn't wait for an answer finally couldn't help but explode, he put down the cruel words, and then threw the painting on the ground and brushed his sleeves away. After the young man left, the child finally raised his head slowly. Only to find that his face was full of tears, he glanced at the door, then at the painting on the ground, and said softly: "I, I want to learn!"

As night fell, the child lay on the bed, holding the painting in his hand, his face was pale and weak, and his mouth was still reading words, as if he had dreamed of something. After a while, he did it violently, looking at the painting in his hand stupidly, and tears couldn't help but drip down, and the tears hit the painting, soaking a large area. Seeing this, the child hurriedly pulled up the corner of his clothes to wipe it, and this wipe, the painting inexplicably sparked, which really scared the child, and he hurriedly threw the painting to the ground. The painting that fell to the ground emitted green smoke, as if it was on fire, but there was no smoke to be seen. The child was attracted by this scene, and hurriedly got out of bed to light the lamp, and when he turned around to see a scene that surprised him even more.

The painting that fell to the ground, with bursts of green smoke, the green smoke gathered and did not disperse, and after a while, a large layer of smoke as solid was condensed, this layer of smoke flowed slowly, changing, and after a while, it vaguely turned into a human form, and finally turned into a beautiful woman and fell to the ground, smiling at the child. The child was taken aback, took two steps back and sat down on the ground, but did not dare to open his mouth and shout.

"What's your name, child?" the beautiful woman who came out of the painting slowly walked towards the child, and asked kindly, as if it was her own child in front of her, but the child's eyes were indeed full of fear, and kept retreating, until she hit the wardrobe behind her and could no longer retreat.

"Don't be afraid, child, I won't hurt you!" the woman said softly as she walked up to the child and squatted down, smiling. Her gaze is like water, giving people a sense of calm. Slowly, the child was not so scared.

"You, you, my name is left and right...... " The child said tremblingly, but he stopped talking.

"Left and right, good name! Look at you like this, you are really exactly the same as him!" the girl carefully observed the child, and then gently stroked it behind her, and the child did not know whether it was out of fear or something, but there was no refusal and discomfort.

"You, who do you think I am exactly like me?" After listening to the woman's words, the child seemed very good, hesitated for a while, and then asked intermittently.

"You look like a friend of mine from a thousand years ago. The woman still said softly.

"Friend from a thousand years ago, then, haven't you lived for more than a thousand years?" you, you can't be a female ghost, right?" asked the child, his eyes wide.

"Actually, I don't know what I am, you say what I am! No matter what I am, I am your painting slave, you are my master!" the woman raised her head slightly, and said thoughtfully.

"Painting slaves, masters?"

The woman did not respond, and the child did not dare to ask any more, but looked at her stupidly, but was not afraid at all, but felt that this uninvited guest was unusually kind, as if he was really his friend for a thousand years.

The two people in this picture, Sanqing naturally knows who it is, the child is Lu Tingxuan's side, and the woman is a painting slave who appeared in the picture. This scene turned out to be a big drama where the master and servant recognized each other after a thousand years!

Sanqing retracted his thoughts, and the picture changed again. This time, the background is the top of the Leshan Giant Buddha.

The two men stood opposite each other, their faces solemn. One of them is the young man who appeared in a picture, but his temples are gray and he looks a little old, and the other is the impression of Sanqing. The two of them each held a painting scroll in their hands, standing still in the wind, and they had the posture of Huashan arguing on the sword.

"I didn't think you would dare to come!" After the two were relatively silent for a long time, the left and right spoke first to break the situation that was so quiet that only the wind could be heard, this sentence, he said expressionlessly, but full of murder and disdain.

"If I don't even dare to meet my son's challenge, then what is the point of my life?"

"Since it's no longer interesting to live, it's just right, I should have done a good deed!" said in a deep voice, and then added, "Also, there is no son of yours here, your son died ten years ago, and I killed him with my own hands!"

"You can disown me as a father, but you have the blood of my Zuo family in your body......"

"Less nonsense!" interrupted his father's words left and right, "Only if I can live today can I represent the Zuo family!" After saying this, he suddenly turned around and threw out the hand scroll.

Seeing that the left and right were so resolute, the father, no longer spoke, but threw out the hand-drawn scroll like the left and right.

The two paintings fell to the ground, the same smoke rising, and the same person walking out of the painting. Out of the painting on the left and right is a woman who is as beautiful as a flower and has a graceful posture, which is the painting slave who has guarded him for thousands of years. His father's painting is a tall and burly warrior holding a steel sword, which is his life's work to inherit and develop the bone painting technique of the Zuo family.

The two quickly went head-to-head, and the father, who thought he could quickly break the left and right, got an answer he never expected. The samurai lasted less than a quarter of an hour from beginning to end, and he didn't make a single move from beginning to end, and was given the result by the painting slave.

The father turned around slowly, and was shocked when he saw the painting slave standing behind him, hesitated for a moment and then said, "You, you should protect the Zuo family!"

"I'm sorry, I'm the master's painting slave, not the Zuo family's painting slave!"

"You, you say he is?" asked the father with a frown, and then looked at his son with incredible eyes.

The painting slave nodded slightly, and then pushed his father off the big Buddha left and right.

Left and right walked to the place where my father had stood, looked down, and then raised his head and closed his eyes to let the wind blow on his face, and his heart was like water.

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