On the table, there is an ink painting, a delicate woman standing between the mountains and rivers, with a clear complexion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is Jing Changning's original picture of Xian'e.

Lin Weiran's fingertips caressed the landscape.

"It's interesting." Lin Weiran looked at the ink painting in front of him, and the appearance of the young man in the green shirt waving the ink appeared in his mind, as if in a blink of an eye, he turned into a girl in cloth, the girl leaned over and her eyes were bright, and she fell on his chest like she had done at the beginning, holding a broken arrow in her hand.

Lin Weiran's mind sketched Jing Changning's complexion, and little by little the outline gradually became clear.

He closed his eyes slightly, looking at the face in his mind, and his invisible gaze slid from the strands of hair to the smooth and perfect jaw.

Lin Weiran's gaze suddenly froze.

Then he opened his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

He pulled out a piece of white rice paper, and with a wave of it, the lines began to outline the face.

The eyebrows are clear and firm, the corners of the lips are flat, and the jaw curvature is smooth.

Lin Weiran didn't know how to paint ink paintings, but his fine brushwork was so good that it was not difficult to depict a person from Shen Yun.

He drew very slowly, until he traced the elegant green shirt.

But he didn't stop.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he continued to trace.

The ink pen clings to the forehead and falls with a heavy stroke. His gaze was forced, and the shape of the pen gradually painted into a mask, which was the cold snow wolf of the Northland.

After a moment, Lin Weiran put down the brush, and the corners of her lips outlined a dangerous arc.

"Like, it's so similar." His voice was joking. "No wonder Lone always has a strange sense of familiarity."

……

At this time, on the border between the Feather Country and the Cloud Country, a figure walked by.

Li Xia raised his face and looked in front of him, and Jing Changning's words half a day ago came to his mind.

Her gaze was fixed, and there was a faint smile on her lips.

"Lisha." She smiled, "You can help me go to Yu Country." ”

He was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Her expression was slightly bright.

"Go to Jiuyu Peak and let Ruo Aojun go down the mountain." She smiled, "It's time, I promised them." ”

Li Xia came back to her senses, only to realize that her palms were a little damp with sweat.

Is it nervousness? Or excited?

In this world, Wenguo, Yunguo, Jingguo, and Yiguo. The forces she now has in her hands are no longer under the Lin Kingdom......

It's time.

Li Xia's mind echoed with Jing Changning's bright eyes when he said this.

If Ao Jun goes out of the mountain, it means that she will take the former Chu State back to this sky and re-enter this mountain and river.

There was a kind of hot blood boiling hot in the summer, as if it was about to burn.

Pass by a village and step into the familiar array of chaotic stars. Three long and two short whistles sounded in the calm mountains.

Soon, a figure led Li Xia towards the Nine Rain Peak.

Passing through the Hidden Dragon Stream, the sky suddenly brightened.

Li Xia walked along the familiar mountain road to the school field, and saw two thousand soldiers standing in the middle, lined up neatly.

Pei Ying, Yan Yi, and Ling Wenhua stood at the forefront, the sword they held in their hands was very old, but the blade was very bright, it should have just been sharpened, and the light on the four walls of the valley was refracted on the blade, waiting for blood to drink.

Li Xia stood in front of the three armies, and his voice soared into the sky.

"From today onwards, if the Ao army goes out of the mountain!"

"The princess is waiting for you outside the Nine Rain Peak!"

"Trample on the great rivers and mountains of my Chu country!"

A low sobbing came from nowhere.

"Niu Si, what are you crying about? That's a good thing! Someone whispered persuasion.

"I just thought I could go back to Yeye Mountain, I'm happy." A swarthy man smirked and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand a little embarrassed.

"Ruo Ao's army is the iron army of my Chu State." Pei Ying stepped forward, "From now on, if Ao Jun is only the princess's order!" Liver and brain smeared on the ground, at any cost! ”

"Only the princess's order is obeyed! Liver and brain smeared on the ground, at any cost! ”

"Only the princess's order is obeyed! Liver and brain smeared on the ground, at any cost! ”

The entire Nine Rain Peak seemed to be shaken, and as soon as the dormant dragon woke up, it would rush to the nine heavens.

……

Jing Changning stood on a high slope, looking at the direction of Lin Guo from afar.

"Ruo Aojun, wake up." She said.

Xiao Rong nodded.

"They've been waiting for this day for a long time." He replied.

Jing Changning said in a deep voice: "I will not let them down. ”

The sky was bright, and the sky in the direction of Yukuni was lit with fiery red clouds.

"If the Ao army's descent is a prologue, a prelude to the world." Xiao Rong looked at Jing Changning, "Ning'er, are you ready?" ”

Jing Changning nodded seriously.

"I'm ready."

Her gaze fell between the palms of her hands.

Wenguo, Yiguo, Jingguo, and Yunguo, plus Xiao Rong's hidden army, and Chu's Ruoao army......

She can fight with Lin Guozheng brightly.

The allied forces of the four countries were stationed on the border between the Cloud Country and the Lin Country, and the black pressure was a little pressing.

And at this moment, Lin Guo's expression was particularly joking.

A few words were repeated under his pen, overlapping in circles and circles.

Mo Liang, Jing Changning, Chu Chang'an, Chu Changning......

The curvature of his lips became more and more raised, and the tail of his eyebrows flew up obliquely, as if they could pierce his sideburns.

Until the words Jing Chu overlapped in one place, and the words An Ning also overlapped in one place, Lin Weiran's eyes fell on the painting again.

Jing Changning's portrait has a mask of Mo Liang, whether it is the curvature of the jaw or the lines of the corners of the lips, except for the difference in his eyes, Jing Changning at this moment is already nine percent similar to Mo Liang.

Lin Weiran lightly put down the paintbrush in his hand.

"Someone." He stood behind his back, raised his eyes, and ordered, "Please come here." ”

……

Mo Liang received Lin Weiran's order, and his complexion was as calm as ever, and he walked towards the depths of the palace with the people who came.

Outside the palace, Mo Liang unloaded his long sword and handed it to the guards outside the palace, and walked in quietly.

Behind him, the doors of the palace slammed shut.

Mo Liang knelt down respectfully as always: "I don't know what the king's command is to summon his ministers this time." ”

Lin Weiran walked lightly towards Mo Liang, who was kneeling on the ground.

The cold aura around him shrouded Mo Liang's body heavily, a little pressing.

Mo Liang knelt quietly, respectfully unable to find the slightest mistake.

Once the sword light fell sharply, it slashed heavily on his right shoulder.

Blood.

Mo Liang snorted sullenly, and looked up at Lin Weiran in confusion.

"But what is there that the minister is not doing well enough?" Except for the muffled sound of pain, his voice was as calm as ever.

Lin Weiran smiled coldly, and the long sword pressed down a little arc.

The blade of the sword cut through the flesh and embedded it between the right shoulder blade of Mo Liang.

Cold sweat appeared on the forehead of Mo Liang, and beads of sweat gathered together, and they converged along the mask to form a crystal pool on the jaw.

"But what is there that the minister is not doing well enough?" Except for a little deeper, his voice remained calm.