The spring breeze is incomprehensible and asks the language of flowers, and the face is fragrant.

Ying Ying held a small waist, willow tips and green branches.

Zong Wusheng stood outside the city of Youzhou, looking at the quaint city, his eyes wandered again.

It's been sixteen years, and I've finally adapted to this different world where ancient is not ancient, and modern is not modern. If it weren't for the explosion sixteen years ago, he would still be living a proud life in Huaxia now.

Before the explosion, Zong Wusheng was a master painter in China, and the price of one square foot started at 50,000 yuan. What's even more enviable is that he has a goddess wife who can fall into the city with a slight smile.

When Zong Wusheng was on his feet, his wife Liu Luan was involved in a case of theft of national treasure-level cultural relics.

Zong Wusheng couldn't have imagined that he was gentle and considerate, and Xiuwai Huizhong's wife turned out to be a criminal who stole cultural relics.

In order to find out the facts, Zong Wusheng came to the museum, and used his personal relationship with the museum director to call up the surveillance video of the day, and the female thief in the picture turned out to be Liu Luan.

Under the leadership of the curator, Zong Wusheng came to the underground palace where the museum was not open to the public, and the position of the guqin of the unearthed unknown age was empty, leaving only a brush marked with the unearthed unknown age, which was intact like a newly made brush was actually unearthed, which was incredible!

Zong Wusheng was a little manic, and Liu Luan's beautiful face was hovering in his mind. Finally, the thought of Liu Luan made Zong Wusheng almost crazy, he stepped forward, grabbed the cultural relics brush and wanted to fold the pen to vent his anger, a sudden change abrupt.

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The museum exploded in an unprecedented way and became history. Zong Wusheng also penetrated the other world in this explosion and came to this other world where he cultivated the Heavenly Dao, the Xianbi Continent.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and what comes is safe.

Zong Wusheng's mood gradually calmed down, and he raised his head with clear eyes, looking at the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on the majestic city wall-Youzhou City.

This time he came to Youzhou from Danzhou, and Zong Wusheng had a task. That cheap dad is really suffocating, when Zong Wusheng was sixteen years old, he was willing to say that he had a family affair in Youzhou City, and it was Liu Mingluan, the eldest lady of the Liu family, one of the five major families in Youzhou City, who set a doll with him.

If it weren't for the fact that Liu Mingluan's name was similar to Huaxia's wife's name, and he was shouldering the mission of revitalizing the Zong family, Zong Wusheng would definitely not take the initiative to come to the door to recognize his relatives.

Zong Wusheng is not a fool, since there is such a family business, why haven't the two families been in contact in the past sixteen years, the Zong family has not fallen like this now, why didn't the Liu family help? If it weren't for the cheap daddy who spoke, he wouldn't have known that there was such a thing.

"It's not going to be that simple!" Zong Wusheng sighed, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and walked towards the city gate.

"May I ask if it is the Holy Son of Zongwu?"

As soon as he entered the city gate, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded behind him. Zong Wusheng looked back, but saw a down-and-out girl in red standing behind him, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, looking at him with a happy face.

"My young lady asked me to wait for the young master here, saying that as soon as the young master arrives in Youzhou City, let the slave take you over immediately."

"Oh? You're from the Liu family, right? ”

"The slave's name is Qingrui, she is Miss's maid, please come with me." Qingrui didn't say much, made a gesture of invitation, and motioned for Zong Wusheng to follow her.

I didn't expect that the cheap dad would do things without leakage, and he was afraid that he would lose face by coming recklessly, so he notified the Liu family by letter in advance. After a little worry, Zong Wusheng pursed his lips and smiled, and followed Qingrui towards the western suburbs of Youzhou City.

Luoshui Pavilion in the western suburbs of Youzhou City, a simple and elegant high-end garden, the outer ring trickles, the inner Luo blue waves ripple, among which the stone mountain path is secluded, and the pavilions are scattered. Entering the vermilion lacquer door of the other garden, you will feel the cool water vapor, the moss is cold, and the sect can not help but marvel, what a summer resort!

Follow Qingrui's curling steps, step on the cobblestone paved path, admire the ancient trees, and smell the fragrance of strange flowers to the backyard.

Among the flowers, a pointed pavilion is wrapped in pink gauze curtains. There is a color square on the left and right, thousands of roses hang down on the top of the five-color wall, the branches are staggered, and the words "Luoshui listens to the wind" are just formed. Zong Wusheng tightened his gaze and looked through the pink veil, but saw that the woman's graceful body was hazy, and her unbearable arms supported her soft and boneless delicate body, only her face was covered by another layer of purple veil.

Zong Wusheng, as a painter at the level of Huaxia Zhiniu'er, has painted portraits of countless wealthy women, and naturally has seen countless carcasses, but the carcass behind the pink veil in front of him is peerless, and even Zong Wusheng can't help but feel fluttering when he sees this carcass at first glance.

"I heard that Zong Gongzi's painting skills are ancient and modern, and the little woman invited you to come today to ask for something." The soft and glutinous voice was like honey, and Zong Wusheng's heart itched when he heard it, and he didn't think that this was not the Liu Mingluan he was looking for.

The hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, although Zong Wusheng is not a hero, he pities the beauty like a hero, "It's easy to say, if there is anything to say, as long as I can do it, I will naturally spare no effort." ”

"Hehehe......" A burst of silver bell-like laughter came from behind the powder veil, and people were soft when they heard it, "I am Luo Yubing, the daughter of the Luo family, and this time I recklessly invited my son to come and ask you to draw a colorful phoenix for me." ”

Zong Wusheng was not surprised by Luo Yubing's self-introduction, he was very confident in his painting skills, and knew that there were not a few people with superb painting skills, but how did she know that she was coming to Youzhou It was a mystery, but these are not important now, he has come to others, what do you want to do with those useless things?

"I am not talented, only one painting skill can be said, since Miss Luo can see it, everything is easy to say." Zong Wusheng turned to look at Qingrui, who was silent on the side, and motioned, "Please prepare pen and ink rice paper for me." ”

"Don't worry, the pen and ink have already been prepared, but I didn't make it clear, the colorful phoenix I want is not for you to draw on paper......"

"Where do you draw without drawing on paper?" Zong Wusheng was a little surprised.

"I want Childe to paint on me! I wonder if Childe is willing? ”

Luo Yubing's words made Zong Wusheng frown slightly, he didn't know that on the Xianbi Continent, cultivators can communicate with heaven and earth through totems, so as to achieve the way of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, could it be that this Luo Yubing wants to let himself build an image for him?

"What? Doesn't Childe want to paint for me? ”

"It's not, it's just that I don't know something." Zong Wusheng wandered a few steps, looked at the beauty behind the curtain, and said, "Miss Luo should want to build an elephant, but I can only paint, not an elephant builder, and I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve the cultivation effect if I draw it." ”

Elephant builder, the noblest profession on the continent of the string pen. Every elephant builder is a figure that the royal family must compete with cultivators, and as long as they are willing to build elephants for cultivators, their cultivation is bound to be a great leap in the day.

Of course, the Elephant Builder is also divided into nine grades. Nine products are the lowest, and one product is the highest.

Only cultivators who have cultivated the Fa can be regarded as touching the threshold of cultivation. If you have the help of an elephant builder, you will inevitably step by step, and you will get twice the result with half the effort when you cultivate. Zong Wusheng understands that the Elephant Builder also has another powerful ability, that is, the so-called elephant medium on the Xianbi Continent, a cultivator with a little less qualifications, through the Elephant Builder's magical means, can be a medium for the cultivator to talk to the Fa, and those with a little less qualification will also soar into the sky and become the pride of the sky.

"Could it be that Childe has changed his mind?"

Luo Yubing interrupted Zong Wusheng's silence, and his slender jade fingers teased the gauze curtain, revealing a finger-wide gap, and the skin of his lower abdomen, which was as white as jade, was full of spring.

Zong Wusheng is not the first brother, he has already experienced some clouds and rain in his previous life, and he was teased by the spring light in the gap, and at this time it is also a spring mood, "Since Miss Luo believes in me, then I can only give up!" The corners of Zong Wusheng's mouth curled, and he stepped forward, and he was about to enter the curtain to paint for it. Picking up the tulle lightly, the spring color in front of him made Zong Wusheng suffocate for a while, Rao is he has read countless women and two lives, such a rare treasure-level carcass, or let him not be able to hold it, and the evil fire in his lower abdomen surged slightly.

Luo Yubing was naked and naked, only his face was covered by a layer of purple veil, and his autumn-like eyes were like hooks, teasing Zong Wusheng, who was like a crown of jade in front of him, and the jade tree was in the wind, "Then please ask Gongzi to start." Luo Yubing lay down on his back, pointed to the top of the towering mountain on his chest, and murmured, "I want the phoenix head to be painted here." ”

Zong Wusheng calmed down the restless blood, stared intently at Luo Yubing's chest, and did not notice a strange look flashing in Luo Yubing's autumn eyes.

"Have you seen enough?" Luo Yubing's tone changed negligently, with a hint of coldness. She is the eldest lady of the Luo family, the head of the five major families in Youzhou City, if she hadn't heard that Zong Wusheng's painting skills were superb, she would definitely not let a strange man desecrate her body like this.

Zong Wusheng knew that he was a little offended, and moved his gaze to the bottles and cans placed next to him, which were pigments of various colors, but he understood that they were not ordinary pigments, they were all made of blood essence taken from various demon beasts.

His eyes moved to the right again, and when he saw the brush lying quietly on the pen stand, his heart was shocked, and the horror was not inferior to the sword opening the gate of heaven.

That brush is the one I saw when I was piercing the soul, the one in the underground palace of the Huaxia National Museum. Touching the scene, Zong Wusheng actually felt as if he was still in the Huaxia Kingdom, and when he thought about the cheap father who had raised him for sixteen years, his heart slowly calmed down, this is the Xianbi Continent, not the Huaxia Kingdom.

Zong Wusheng had a lot of thoughts, trembling and reaching out to touch the brush, when the fingertips touched the pen, a trace of clarity surged into his heart, and the incomparable sense of comfort spread all over his body. Luo Yubing didn't notice this subtle change, and lay down waiting for Zong Wusheng to paint for her.

The worried explosion did not happen again, but brought Zong Wusheng an incomparable sense of comfort, he held the pen in his right hand, probed the tip of the pen into the blue and white porcelain filled with Zhu Yanjiao's blood essence to moisten the nib, hung his wrist to hold the pen, and put the pen on the chest that stood proudly.

The coolness from the tip of the pen made Luo Yubing tremble slightly, and he couldn't help himself.

"Senior Sister Yu Bing!" An abrupt voice came, interrupting Zong Wusheng's movements.

The phoenix feather on Luo Yubing's chest had already taken shape, but he was inspired by this sudden voice, his silver teeth were clenched, and he shouted: "Luo Tiannan, you are so bold, you dare to trespass into Luoshui Pavilion!" ”