Su Lun stood there quietly, he looked at the tall statues in the square, and then looked back at the majestic hall behind him, feeling that his life was really like a drama with twists and turns, and many changes.

At this time, although he was happy in his heart, in addition to this joy, there was a trace of powerless melancholy.

Whether it was the deep despair when facing his grandfather's corpse, or the ups and downs of his own fate today, it made him feel as small and pitiful as an ant being manipulated by others at will, and he didn't like the feeling that his fate was in the hands of others.

However, he also knew that the reason for all this was actually him.

Because he's too weak.

The reason why others treat him like this is because in their eyes, he Su Lun is really just an ant.

That's all.

"Ah Cheng, let's become strong together!" Su Lun looked at Ah Cheng with a smile.

"Well, let's be strong together!" Ah Cheng looked at Su Lun with a smile as well.

"And me!" Lie shouted in Suren's sea of knowledge.

"Hahahaha......"

Su Lun and Ah Cheng laughed, the two of them put their arms around their shoulders, greeted the sun, and made a young man's pride and oath to the whole world under the stone steps in front of the stargazing hall.

Su Lun and Ah Cheng didn't wait too long, several elders quickly walked out of the stargazing hall, Ah Cheng followed Elder Yun Xi away with a reluctant face, and Su Lun also followed his master Yun Song Daoren around this hall and walked along a cobblestone path in the other direction.

There are many thick willow trees around the path, and there are a few small pavilions hidden in the shadows of the trees in the distance, and there are occasional birdsong in the forest, and occasionally the sound of recitation, Su Lun followed the cloud pine and walked slowly, the previous heart surged, but in this quiet forest, all disappeared, only a piece of mind was empty.

He thought that the master would definitely ask him something, because he always felt that the reason that the master said before was really a bit far-fetched, but Yun Song Dao people didn't say anything except for occasionally looking back at him, but Lie kept babbling in his sea of knowledge, like an old country lady who had never seen the world.

"Hey, Suren, look over there, why is that bird sitting in a tree?!Why is its head shaking so much?Is it crazy?"

Lie shouted excitedly, Su Lun glanced over there, and said helplessly: "That's a woodpecker, it's just catching insects......"

"Oh...... What about over there? What's that fllush thing in the grass? Why is it eating grass?"

Lie pointed to the other side again, Su Lun looked at him, shook his head and said to him, "That's a rabbit...... Didn't you say you were the patriarch of the dragon clan? Why haven't you even seen this?"

Facing Su Lun's doubts, Lie said as a matter of course: "It's because I'm the patriarch that I haven't seen it! Our dragon clan has always lived in seclusion in the mountains, and it is our territory within a radius of thousands of miles, and I have been learning how to become a qualified patriarch from my father since I was a child, and then I have been sealed for so long, how can I see these things?"

"You're pathetic. Su Lun said with a sympathetic face.

"Look at the view, see the view. Lie didn't care and waved his hand.

Just as Su Lun and Lie asked and answered, the woods on the side of the path gradually became sparse, replaced by a beautiful field of colorful butterflies, countless brightly colored flowers gently swaying with the breeze, making Su Lun feel like he had come to a dazzling and colorful fairy tale world.

The pebbled path zigzags into the distance between the flowers, and at the end of the path, there are several small courtyards with red bricks and green tiles that are nestled among the bees and butterflies, like a quiet and quiet farmhouse idyll.

When Su Lun and Yun Song Dao people came to the front of the small courtyards along the path, Su Lun saw a woman sitting quietly on the ground among the flowers, and several colorful butterflies fluttering around her, making her already outstanding appearance even more beautiful than the flowers.

Opposite this woman, there was a young man in a white shirt sitting on a small wooden bench at this time, he occasionally looked up at the woman, and then buried his head behind the wooden plank, his expression was so focused that he didn't even notice that Yun Song and Su Lun walked behind him.

Yunsong Daoren took Su Lun and took a few steps forward lightly, and Su Lun realized that the young man in white shirt was painting.

I saw that he was holding a round tray in his left hand, with a few pieces of paint of different colors lit on the plate, and a slender bamboo pen in his right hand. He sometimes contemplated with his eyebrows, sometimes put his pen like the wind, and it was only a moment before he moved the woman in the flower to the paper, and even the woman's hair that rose with the wind was delicate, and it was no different from the real person.

The woman had already seen Yun Song Daoren, and she wanted to get up, but she sat back down at the wave of Yun Song Daoren's hand, while Yun Song Dao Ren always stood there quietly watching the young man paint, without making any movements to disturb him.

Su Lun looked at the bamboo pen flying up and down in the young man's hand, and saw that he had made such a masterpiece come to life in an understatement, and he couldn't help but admire that person, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a piano sound in his ears.

The misty sound of the piano came into Su Lun's ears like a small spring flowing water, making him only feel that he was in a trance for a while, as if he was already on the bank of a forest stream at this time, and there was flowing water, birdsong, flowers, and beautiful women around him, which seemed to be real and illusory, like a dream.

"Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are clear." The winner is powerful, and the self-winner is strong. Those who are content are rich. The forcible have aspirations. Those who do not lose their place for a long time. Those who die and do not die live. It is not self-sufficient in the end, so it can become its great ......"

The melodious and clear sound of reading has quietly integrated into the sound of the piano, although the sound is not big, but the words are round, the sound is in the ears, although the sound is not a song, but it is more melodious than the singing, melodious.

Su Lun stood there quietly, he forgot where he was at this moment, and he forgot what he wanted to do, all that was left in his eyes was the slender bamboo pen that kept flying on the rice paper, and the beautiful woman who was almost about to walk off the paper.

Airplanes~

When the sound of recitation quietly subsided, when there was only a trace of the sound of the piano, Su Lun also completely recovered from the half-asleep and half-awake state, just in time to see the white-clothed young man drop the last stroke.

Although the bamboo pen is light, the last stroke of the young man in white seems to be extremely heavy, and a grain of red cinnabar is as deep as blood with his brushstroke! Although it is only a little cinnabar, it makes the temperament of the person in the painting change abruptly, and the person in the painting, who was originally as elegant and indifferent as the real person, is a little more charming at this time, and a little less dust.

Syllable!

The bamboo pen falls to the ground.