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A painting.

Two people.

The small pavilion was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could not be heard, only the whirring sound of the autumn wind passing through the hollow buildings on all sides. Their eyes did not take their eyes off the painting for a moment.

Dugu Feng's swordsmanship into the painting, the pen is strong, clean and neat, with the most concise lines to depict the rich 'color' color pattern that makes people's hearts tremble, just like the first thunder that opened the world, creating the source of life, deducing all kinds of colorful world, wonderful as nature.

Shi Zhixuan slowly closed his eyes. The indescribable deep loneliness that originally haunted him gradually disappeared.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes opened again, and he 'shot' an unprecedented 'essence', and said slowly: "What a Dugu Feng, what a sword god." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the 'Yin' Xianhe, and said with a hint of a smile: "Over the years, you are still the first person who knows Shi's identity and can still remain calm, but this bold 'color' is already a first-class figure among the younger generation." There are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, so you can already deduce Dugufeng's demeanor. ”

At this time, the sense of loneliness on Shi Zhixuan's body had long disappeared without a trace, his expression was dashing, and there was only a taste of closeness and peace between talking and laughing. However, the 'Yin' Xianhe felt an inexplicable danger, and the cold in his heart was great, he heard Dugu Feng say that the perfect state of Shi Zhixuan can integrate the vitality of the 'flower' faction and the way of mending the death of the Heaven Pavilion, and can kill people between talking and laughing, without 'revealing' half of the murderous aura. I couldn't help but feel the alarm bell in my heart, the muscles and flesh of my body were tense, and I looked at Shi Zhixuan with all my body, ready to shoot at any time.

Shi Zhixuan didn't care about the silence of the 'Yin' crane, but turned his gaze to the outside of the hall, and cast his mind leisurely into the distance. There is a blue 'color' brick wall, the wall is covered with creeper vines, lonely branches like a net clinging to the wall, although bleak, but can still imagine the summer branches--green@'color'#-leisure and lively life can make people feel the breath of life.

Occasionally, the market is another scene, everywhere you can see people in the east of a stall, a stall in the west, a stall in the west, storytellers, pretending to be gods 'playing' ghosts, puppets, performing martial arts, attracting thousands of spectators to visit, the atmosphere is blazing, full of peace and prosperity, prosperous and prosperous flavor.

Dugu Feng watched the market style all the way with great interest, and suddenly saw a stall selling longevity noodles, and thought of something and said to You Chuhong: "'Milk' and 'milk'!" There is still more than a month to go until your 90th birthday, what gift do you want your grandchildren to prepare for you? ”

You Chuhong couldn't help but be happy when she heard it, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you girl has become wider, and you want to save face?" ”

Listening to You Chuhong's ridicule, Dugufeng suddenly stopped talking, and pulled You Chuhong's arm while shaking, dragging a long voice and said: "'Milk' - 'milk', how can you say this about your grandson." ”

You Chuhong couldn't bear to shake her, and hurriedly said, "Okay! All right! It's 'milk' and 'milk' who said the wrong thing, and you shouldn't live up to Feng'er's filial piety. "Please remember the URL, if you like the "Tang Dynasty" written by the Hidden Immortal