I haven't seen it for many years, Zhong Zhen looked at Dugu Pocheng from top to bottom a lot, thinking that this appearance is very interesting. The impression of Dugu Pocheng is all bearded and dusty, but now it has been washed and cleaned, and it looks like a person.

As one of the few people who have seen the true face of Dugu Pocheng, Zhong Zhen seems to remember the way he just washed his face after shaving, looking at him in his early twenties, walking like a dragon, with a pair of affectionate eyes that are flying in anticipation, and pretending to stare at people at every turn, which is very funny.

It's just that the posture doesn't match the face very well, it's too strong.

Regardless of whether he is short or not, he is much thinner than before, and his body has become flattened, but he looks more powerful.

If Dugu Pocheng knew Zhong Zhen's thoughts, he would definitely sigh.

I used to eat a lot, but then I was trapped in the void, and I could only drink some "fish soup and rice", can I not lose weight? Later, in the Firmament Sword Sect, he ate a lot of demon beast meat, but maybe it was because of cultivating immortals, or maybe it was because of the pressure array, but the muscles in his body couldn't grow back, which made him quite sad.

Especially now that she doesn't even have a beard, although there are still a few sparse leg hairs left, but she can't lift her trouser legs, so that she can appreciate her last masculine dignity.

looks like a mother-in-law, which really makes Dugu Pocheng very sad.

Even Zhu Ziling, the bald monk, looks more like a man than him.

Moreover, his voice has not yet recovered, and although he has been muffling it now, it is still very different from before.

Dugu Pocheng was afraid that Zhong Zhen would laugh, so he walked around the room, not daring to say too much, and pretending to look around.

Zhong Zhen saw that Dugu Pocheng was sitting still, and he didn't know why, "Your little appearance is so beautiful now, I appreciate it." Don't walk around, sit down, I'll paint you a portrait. ”

What does it mean to be beautiful, that is to describe a woman, Dugu Pocheng looked indignant, "Ah, what? I knew you were going to laugh at Lao Tzu. ”

Zhong Zhen finally realized why Dugu Pocheng was so restless, and she was dumbfounded for a moment.

"I'm not laughing at you, it's true that because you're good-looking, I want to paint a portrait of you. You must know that I am not a casual portrait of people, not a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and I can't ask for my danqing. ”

Dugu Pocheng's eyes widened, "You're lying again." ”

"I'm telling the truth." Zhong Zhen preached very seriously.

She is really telling the truth, and she is indeed barely a beautiful beauty.

Regardless of whether Dugu Pocheng agreed or not, Zhong Zhen had already taken out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and spread it on the case. He took out a bronze oil lamp, put it in a corner of the case, threw a spirit stone into it, and the oil lamp was lit.

This lamp is not a magic weapon, just a small object of lighting, although it looks like an oil lamp, but there is no oil, with a spirit stone to urge, can burn for a long time.

There is a ready-made night pearl in the small building, and the light is not bad, but Zhong Zhen feels that something is missing. An oil lamp seems to add a lot of warmth all at once.

What is lacking is this kind of homely things, like the bean-like lights in the home when I was a child.

In this way, old dreams are like joy!

Lifting the pen, Zhong Zhen took a few eyes at Dugu Pocheng, lowered his head and began to sketch.

This is the first time she has painted a portrait of Dugu Pocheng, which makes her feel incredible. When I first met this person, I didn't paint him because his person was far more vivid than a portrait, and it was distorted on paper.

After the separation, he was even more reluctant to draw. There is no justification for the reason.

She had too many things in her mind, as if she was carrying a big mountain on her back, and she tried her best to put this mountain aside for the time being.

Rare leisure, the others, let him go for the time being. Being able to see Dugu Po Cheng again, Zhong Zhen was very happy. This pleasure always comes with some helplessness, but everyone is alive, and that's enough.

Dugu, who is older than before, has added a bit of vicissitudes.

As the years go by, it will always leave traces on people's bodies, but what has not changed is his sincere and simple heart.

Zhong Zhen sighed, hoping that he would never change, and always have this simplicity that ordinary people do not have.

While painting, Zhong Zhen leisurely asked him how he came out of the Qiankun mirror, although she heard some from Zhu Ziling, but she still hoped that Dugu Pocheng would tell her in person.

Hearing Dugu Pocheng say that the water droplets with the smell of fish soaked in broken rice grains, Zhong Zhen's pen was almost crooked to the side, but fortunately he picked up the pen in time so as not to ruin a painting.

She put the pen down in her hand and listened intently, gradually making sense of the whole thing.

If it weren't for Wang Cong to punch the Qiankun Mirror into a slit as thin as an eyelash, Dugu Pocheng would have reached the spirit refining period, and he would either starve to death, or try to challenge the rules of the mirror like Xinghua Ancestor.

The meaning of the spirit refining period is: the primordial god who has the primordial infant stage, but only has the mortal body that is not in the qi refining period.

He survived with the water and spiritual rice that seeped into the fish tank drop by drop.

This gap not only provided the rations of Dugu Po City, but also the source of aura. Without aura, he still couldn't cultivate his physical body to the primordial infant stage.

Zhong Zhen still didn't understand at the moment that the aura that had leaked out of her dantian was actually sucked away by the gap in the Qiankun Mirror, and there was Dugu Pocheng in it who was desperately cultivating.

Whether to tell him or not, Zhong Zhen couldn't help but laugh. But it's really a bit hard to say, this person has been cultivating in her dantian for hundreds of years.

With a smile on her face, she listened casually, until Dugu Pocheng said that she broke out of the mirror and experienced a thunderstorm.

The thunderstorm that almost scared her to death. Zhong Zhen thought that he would be full of anger, but at this moment, he didn't know why it came to naught, as if the deafening sound and the overwhelming thunder and lightning could not match the light of an oil lamp in front of him.

He is not a family member but is better than a friend of family, he can be safe and sound, and it seems to make people feel warmer than anything else.

By Dugu's side, there is no need to think too much about it, Zhong Zhen likes this feeling very much. She doesn't like to calculate, but she is always calculating and calculating. If she has the ability to do something like Changkong, who wants to play tricks.

A portrait was painted for most of the night and was not completed, and Zhong Zhen put away his pen. The details of the water mill are slowly filled in later.

Dugu Pocheng leaned over and looked at it twice, then covered his eyes and didn't dare to look at it again.

This is neither male nor female, he is really him, just like those weak men in Ning Guo, it is too embarrassing.

He coughed twice, "Zhenbao, in fact, I don't think it's necessary to kill the Buddha, at least at the moment, we don't have this cultivation, let's find a chance to get out of here." I'll talk about it when I'm promoted to the Transformation Stage in the future. I always feel that Zhu Ziling's guy is now a little reverted to his old ways, and he has put the cart before the horse. ”

Alas, Zhong Zhen had heard him call it before.

She was a little embarrassed, didn't she pretend to be a spirit animal at that time, she took a happy name, but it was really embarrassing to call them like this one by one.

"Let's call me Zhong Zhen, the name Zhenbao was given to me by expediency, Zhu Ziling is afraid that he deliberately used it to make fun of me, you still take it seriously."

Dugu Pocheng smiled, "I think it's catchy." ”

Zhong Zhen waved her hand, "Forget it, it's not like this once or twice, and the guy in Changkong refuses to change his words." ”

Dugu Pocheng hurriedly asked, "Then when are we leaving, I really don't like the Holy City." ”

(To be continued.) )