"'How nice would it be if you were a man?' One night, she whispered in a dream.

At that time, I didn't understand why she said this, and I didn't understand why she said this with sadness in her eyes that I couldn't understand.

She spends more and more time on painting and calligraphy, even when she sleeps, she does not want to leave her brush.

Gradually, her parents began to feel uneasy.

When they were young, their daughter's addiction to calligraphy and painting made them proud, but when their daughter grew up, this pride became dissatisfaction.

They hope that she will be like other girls in the city, like fancy clothes and food, like to call friends, and like to meet her future husband quietly.

However, she was not interested in any of this.

However, her parents wanted her to be interested. There are always some parents in this world who only want their children to like what they expect and hate what they hate.

But the man who grew up was unwilling to give in, unwilling to bow down.

She simply likes the mountains and rivers bred by the intersection of pen and ink, but she is reluctant to be pure disillusionment. But none of them allowed it.

I know her sadness, and with her heart, a cloud of smoke and a touch of landscape are rendered on the paper. There are a few thatched huts at the bottom of the mountain, and a line of willows.

When I finished drawing, the tip of the pen rested on the inkstone, and the pen barrel was lit in the clouds.

When she saw it, she would laugh.

Then, on the edge of the thatched hut, add a bunch of new leeks and a row of plantains. A young woman, independent under the eaves.

The woman's eyes are as clear as autumn water, and her posture is slender. She stood quietly under the eaves. The wind blew her shirt and a strand of green silk hanging down her neck.

I sometimes add a young man with black and white eyes and a kaftan painted in ink.

His hair was long, long, loosely draped at the back of his neck. In front of him was a majestic mountain. Behind him, there was a vast expanse of water and wisps of hazy clouds.

The man and the girl stand opposite each other, as if they are looking at the people opposite, and as if they are looking at the mountains and water in the distance.

We've played this game many times.

'How nice would you be if you were a human being?' She lowered her head and sighed softly.

I don't understand, whenever this happens, I don't understand anything. I would suddenly not be able to read her mind. I can't find the kind of connection that binds us together.

She's a real person after all. And I'm just a talking pen.

You know, for a soul cultivator like us who is naturally conceived from spiritual objects, there is no physical spiritual consciousness to rely on? If there is no corresponding exercise. It's just a simple collection of mental power.

She conceived me with a pure heart for painting. When her painting heart is tied up by emotion. When emotional obstacles arise, the connection between us will disappear.

In the case of the soul body. Possession and renunciation are instincts.

And the so-called love is the complex emotions derived from the descendants of the human race and the beast race.

Later, it wasn't just the rumors that spread from somewhere.

The rumors spread among the servants at home, and also among the high-ranking ladies of the so-called famous families in the imperial capital.

They say, I'm a strange pen. It is said that this pen captured the soul of the owner and immersed the owner in calligraphy and painting.

I don't know when these rumors started and when they ended.

I didn't know that her parents had invited a Taoist priest from nowhere, and the Taoist priest's eyes had fallen on us.

All I know is that at this time, I can't hear her at will.

In the spring of the following year, the peach blossoms in the city bloomed brilliantly.

The green willow makeup, the golden glow is connected to the sky, and the wind of the imperial capital has a faint sweet fragrance.

One warm spring night, she suddenly left the house with me.

"I don't want to leave you behind!" She said.

"Let's go to a distant place, to a place where there are mountains and rivers and no outsiders."

I nodded silently.

However, soon someone came after him.

What came after him was a Taoist priest with thin cultivation.

His eyes were full of eager and greedy light, and he kept saying that he would eliminate demons and slay demons, and he wanted to accept my demon pen.

How could my master be willing to be submissive, her tears fell from her cheeks to the tip of my pen, so cold, so cold.

Just when the demon path was about to succeed, the situation changed again.

A woman in palace clothes with towering clouds descended from the sky, destroyed the demon path, and took away my master, as well as me in the hands of my master.

She said that she wanted my master to be a disciple and pass on the lineage.

For the first time, we knew how big the world was.

We thought it would be the beginning of all good things, but it was the opposite.

The woman in the palace costume was called Bishui, and she was a great power in Confucianism at that time.

The owner's entry was fast, and the blue water seemed to be very kind. There are many pills given, and this soul cultivation method is specially given to me.

Who would have thought? Beneath all this beautiful exterior, there is such a thick darkness.

Do you know that our soul cultivation also depends on qualifications.

Spirituality has a spiritual root, and spiritual cultivation has a spiritual root.

Although my master entered the Tao with paintings, the soul roots of his soul cultivation were excellent.

There is an innate Dao body in Taoist cultivation, and cultivation is twice the result with half the effort. There is also a flawless soul body in the soul cultivation, and the cultivation speed is equally amazing.

My master is a natural flawless soul.

And the reason why there are few soul cultivation is not only because its inheritance is rarely obtained. What's more, because the cultivation of soul cultivation is difficult, the advancement is slow.

If it is an ordinary qualification, it can be advanced to the next level, as little as a few decades, as many as hundreds of years, or thousands of years.

How many people can afford to wait for such a long time?

As a result, there are some soul cultivators who 'dispel evil paths' and 'winding paths lead to seclusion'.

Some soul cultivators who are not orthodox rely on devouring other soul cultivators to advance to make up for advancement. In particular, some souls with good qualifications are even more helpful.

Although Bishui's cultivation is quite high, it is difficult to make an inch of progress in cultivation, and the outcome of birth, old age, sickness and death is still inescapable.

She came up with a way to use me and my master to cultivate a soul cultivation with good strength as nourishment for her to advance when she turned her soul cultivation in the future.

Pity. Although her vision is beautiful, she is not meticulous in her work, and her appetite is too great.

For the sake of future cultivation, he actually braved the condemnation of the world and openly created a large-scale killing to gather souls.

This move was revealed by her opponent.

Bishui's body died, and even his soul was carefully crushed by the minifigures.

But my master and I have become the target of everyone, a flawless soul body, a psychic treasure, all of which are eye-catching and sought-after goods.

The master did not want to fall into the hands of these ill-intentioned people anymore, and we fled again and again.

But. That's because we're too weak after all. The master desperately blew himself up and escaped with me. Broke into this ownerless cave and became the master here.

After that, things are much simpler.

Because of his serious injuries, even if the master turned to soul cultivation, he still couldn't support it for too long.

Then. She often sits quietly at the table.

I don't know what she's thinking. She was never willing to say more.

I thought she was too badly injured. Recuperation is required.

It wasn't until she disappeared for a long time that I had a deep understanding of soul cultivation, and today I saw this jade slip again. I figured it out.

Flawless soul body, as a soul cultivator, once you are emotional, when the soul body is no longer pure, it will gradually dissipate.

Heaven has given them excellent qualifications, and a sword has been hung over their heads. ”

The male cultivator stopped at this point. Stared at Ye Qingyue with a peculiar gaze. This kind of gaze made Ye Qingyue's heart tremble.

She took a step back suddenly, and the phoenix true flame in front of her burned more and more vigorously.

"You shouldn't have stayed and listened to the story." He said.

"I was going to let you go, but after seeing that jade slip, I suddenly didn't want to."

"Your master, similar to me?" Ye Qingyue said lightly.

Shou Zhuo smiled and said, "Your qualifications, I mean the qualifications in soul cultivation, are exactly the same as her. ”

"I can't do soul cultivation." Ye Qingyue said.

The male cultivator didn't seem to hear this at all, and said to himself: "It's really like! Seeing you is like seeing her resurrected. Your souls smell the same. ”

"I've been lonely for too long. The trick of the trial is gradually losing its meaning, and maybe I should try something a little newer. ”

Ye Qingyue's pupils shrank.

"Don't you still have a few companions in this cave?"

"Companion?" The male cultivator sneered, "What kind of companions are they, but they are just psychics in my paintings!" It's the same cold and impersonal thing. ”

"I don't think so." Ye Qingyue said. At the same time, her sword has appeared in the palm of her hand.

"Phoenix Zhenyan can suppress those few shallow cultivation things, but he can't do anything to me." The male cultivator took a step forward and said slowly.

Phoenix True Flame burned quietly in front of him, but the flames were already fading.

The male cultivator's momentum suddenly rose, as if the cold of substance was squeezing from the four walls of the room.

"The power of soul cultivation is never just a false name." Male practice negative hand.

"I think you're going crazy!" Ye Qingyue said, the spiritual power around her body turned into a green pillar of light, swirling around her, resisting the coldness that was gradually approaching.

The cold aura suddenly sharpened like a knife, cutting through the pillar of light and squeezing in.

"Your spiritual power is full of vitality, but you can restrain your idle soul power. It's a pity that your cultivation is still too shallow. The male cultivator made a few fingers.

Ye Qingyue sighed lightly, and said in her heart, since this vitality power is the nemesis of soul power, thinking about it, the Heavenly Soul Flame must be the natural enemy of soul power. Just as he was about to sacrifice as a last resort, he saw the male cultivator's face suddenly change drastically.

"Bishui, the smell of this old witch, why did it appear again!"

He actually left Ye Qingyue, and the black mist around him disappeared on the spot.

Ye Qingyue stood inexplicably in place, thought about it, and waved her hand to receive all the jade slips in this library pavilion into the storage bag.

Now that she has turned her face, there is no need for her to be a gentleman in front of this cheap pick-up.

I still remember the scorching red, and the drumming that resounded into the sky, lively, jubilant, as if the whole imperial capital was trembling in excitement.

On that day, she got married.

I was there for her. She carefully groomed her face, lightly powdered her face, and slightly stained her cheeks. (To be continued......)