Xu was blown by the wind, and the ancient painting fan felt a little dizzy, grabbed Gu Weikong's arm, and swore solemnly: "Brother, don't worry, I won't sell you for a few jars!" ”

Gu Weikong only felt a stumble, and reached out and knocked on the head of the ancient painting fan again. Only then did he fly in the direction of the bamboo garden, and the chuckle of Hatsunohara behind him was endless.

I saw that in the lush bamboo forest, two figures, one green and one white, were flying in front, and a purple figure was following closely behind.

The ancient painting suddenly remembered that Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, who were being chased by Fahai, immediately said: "Sister Xiaoqing, my sister will not give up you for Xu Xianggong!" Fahai, you seem to be wearing the wrong clothes, where is the purple robe in the monk's robe? ”

Immediately hearing her cry of pain, Gu Weikong stretched out his finger that tapped her forehead, and said helplessly: "I'm talking nonsense again!" Sure enough, he was not lightly drunk! ”

Then came the chuckle of Hatsunohara, and the muttering of an ancient painting fan echoed in the quiet bamboo forest.

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Although it is very interesting to watch the days when Master Ichiyun and the three of them play around with the Elder of the Distant Dao and the Master of the Sky Stop, although the handsome guy who can move at Hatsunohara will send some good wine every other day, even though it is now far away from the hustle and bustle, the days without fighting are very pleasant.

However, no one will forget the original purpose of coming here. No matter how reluctant I am, I will eventually take that step.

At the behest of the master of the sky, the ancient painting fan is now in a wood-made attic, and the master of the sky is called Qingyue Pavilion, which is on the top of the nameless mountain. Nameless Mountain is just one of many.

Since the master of the sky stop brought her a few days ago, he went down the mountain alone, and only explained that she lived here by herself for two days, and never took care of her again.

The ancient painting fan looked at the delicate but empty attic, covering his hungry and rumbling stomach with a sad face.

Putting down the brush in her hand and looking at the post she was copying, she wanted to draw a big burger on it!

To say that this attic is indeed pen, ink, paper, inkstone, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the same lot, she found a lot of ink treasures when she wandered in the attic, look at the font above, it is really exquisite. A font of its own, the combination of rigidity and softness looks particularly comfortable.

But the only downside is that there is no food!

Every time she fainted from hunger, she would greet the Master of Stopping. Then he resigned himself to his fate, and went out to the mountains to pick some wild fruits to wrap his belly.

I was thinking about this March day, where on the top of the mountain was there any fruit for her to eat? But you can't just starve to death in the mountains! I wonder if the owner of this attic is a god who can go without eating! So she had to look carefully, and really let her find a fruit grove not far from the attic.

But she really hadn't seen this red, palm-sized fruit, and she didn't know what variety it was. At first, I didn't dare to eat it for fear of being inexplicably poisoned! But looking at the fruit of a forest and not daring to eat it, how sad her mood was! Finally, at noon when she was looking at the plum to quench her thirst, a migratory bird flew in, ate a big, round, red fruit on the branch, and flew away in good spirits. She felt that there was still love in this world.

Can't wait, she just wants to eat right away. But the tree grew taller, and even if she jumped up, she could not get a single fruit. But the living can't be-

……

I saw that on the branches of the big tree, the ancient painting fan was holding Erlang's legs, holding hands full of fruits, and was eating leisurely. I look at the wider sky that can only be seen from above, and smile with satisfaction.

In my heart, I don't forget to greet Master Zhikong again!

Eating to the full, the ancient painting fan wanted to reach out and tear off the robe to wrap the fruit, but he stroked the dress that his brother specially bought for her, but he really couldn't get his hands on it, so he held the picked fruit in his arms and prepared to go back to eat it again.

At this time, the sky was already full of dark clouds, and the dark clouds were slowly pressing from the northwest direction, and there was a feeling that the black clouds were crushing the city and wanted to destroy it! It can be seen that there will be a heavy rain tonight. She had to save enough food first, or she would be hungry and how could she resist the long cold night.

The scattered heavy raindrops had already fallen downward, and the ancient painting fan held the fruit and sped up along the path towards the attic. The cold raindrops hit the body, a little cold, and the March day is so changeable.

Finally ran to the attic in time, looking at the lightning and thunder outside, the ancient painting fan wiped his forehead, I don't know if it was rain or sweat.

Walking into the house, putting down the fruit in his hand, looking at the attic without a trace of people, he felt a little cold at this moment, and couldn't help but sneeze.

The clothes on the body have been very lucky to be wet, the ancient painting fan pursed his lips and walked towards the cabinet, here is a woman's boudoir, of course, there are some clothes.

After hesitating, the ancient painting fan didn't change out of her soaked clothes after all, just because she really didn't have the habit of wearing strange women's clothes, I don't know how long it has been uninhabited here, in case the hostess here has been-

Forget it, forget it, I still don't want to. The ancient painting fan hugged his frozen and stiff body, looked at the brocade quilt full of beds, and finally strode out fiercely. Let's continue to sleep in the soft collapse of the living room outside tonight! It was cold on the day she went up the mountain, so she put on the warmer dress that her brother had bought for her at the market, but it was lavender, which was quite different from what she was used to wearing. But she couldn't stand her brother's kindness, and besides, this purple dress was really beautiful, so she put it on. Now relying on this outfit, she has slept without a quilt for several days!

The ancient painting fan dragged his body and walked away, and greeted the master of the void again in his heart!

Lying desolate on the soft collapse, looking at the lightning and thunder outside the window, the ancient painting fan really couldn't figure out why Master Zhikong left her here and left her alone, leaving her to fend for herself! Is she really so unpopular!

The ancient painting fan blackened his face, closed his eyes and stopped thinking about those rights and wrongs, maybe the cold air of the past few days was a little invasive, and he only felt that his body was dull, and he soon fell asleep groggily.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the silence of the sky, a thunderclap woke up the creatures on the earth, and the rain shot down like silver swords, shooting furiously to every corner. It seems to wash away the wrath of heaven and fill up the anger of man. The light of thunder and lightning flashed through the window and reflected on the white face of the woman under the windowsill in the room, the woman's eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her forehead was full of cold sweat falling down, and some thin white lips were pursed.

The thin body was not covered with a quilt, and the shivering body looked extremely cold.

Suddenly, the woman gently opened her phoenix eyes, got up to look at the lightning and thunder outside the window, and sighed softly. (To be continued.) )