The next day, Mu Zisu heard from Tangyuan that Gu Xiuyuan was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so he found a piece of rice paper and asked Gu Xiuyuan to draw a picture. When he found Gu Xiuyuan, he was rolling up his sleeves to wash the children's clothes, and his hands wet with soaphorn water looked even more pale and slender, with distinct joints. When he was done, he returned to his room, dried his hands, spread out the rice paper, pressed the ruler, stained it with new ink, and hung its purple hair.

He looked down and asked her, "What do you want to draw?" ”

"Hmm...... I want to draw a sword! Mu Zisu just said the name of that person, and his face was flushed.

“…… But the Supreme Demon Venerable? ”

Since the decisive battle against the Demon Venerable nearly a hundred years ago, only the 'One Sword Solo Show' and the 'Supreme Demon Venerable' have been handed down to the world, and no one remembers what his real name is.

"Yes, but in my heart they're like two people." As he spoke, Mu Zisu's eyes flashed with a longing light, "The sword immortal of the year, the white-clothed Shengxue, came from the sword, fought for three thousand miles, and one sword was once a million divisions." Martial arts are forbidden, and his sword is always in front of the weak. Do whatever you want, raise your sleeves in the sea, and float in the world. ”

Mu Zisu couldn't hide her excitement, "Do you know the picture of holding a sword and looking at flowers and the picture of holding a sword?" ”

“…… I've heard of it. ”

It is rumored that the two paintings were painted by the peerless Danqing national hand of that era, Bai Lanzhu.

One year, a sword alone held a famous sword but evil, leaning under the tree, full of flower dew, the charm of Xiao leisure, looking at a delicate white lotus, he looked at the flower, Bai Lanzhu looked at him.

In another year, the Taoist under the full moon, with a sword in his hand, his clothes slightly raised, and the style between his eyebrows was smeared in a piece of moonlight, and he was handsome.

He looked at the moon, and Bai Lanzhu looked at him.

That masterpiece has become a peerless fragrance that has been passed down for centuries, and it has shattered the dream of a good period in the spring boudoir.

It's a pity that after the death of the Supreme Demon Venerable, all the written records and picture scrolls about him were burned down, and those in power erased all traces of his existence in this world, allowing him to sink forever into the deepest part of the blood sea hell, never to return.

Those girls who once admired him married into wives, were boiled into old women by the years, and finally had the deep love that was like a spring peach in March, and buried in the loess with a thin coffin.

Last year, in this door today, the lotus flowers in the sun are different red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Gu Xiuyuan listened to Mu Zisu's words, his fingers hung high to lift the pen, raised his elbows, concentrated his energy, and carefully outlined.

After a while, Gu Xiuyuan drew a picture of what Mu Zisu said, 'holding a sword and looking at flowers'

Mu Zisu and Xiao Xian stepped forward together, and when she saw the painting, she couldn't help but gasp, and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, that's how it feels!" The temperament is cold, the eyes are leisurely, the posture is handsome, and the charm is really good! ”

Gu Xiuyuan said modestly: "Miss Mu has won the award, she is not skilled in the next class, she only knows how to draw bones, but it is difficult to draw gods, and her brushwork is a little rougher." ”

Xiao Xian held the lion fairy candy in his mouth, poked his head out between Mu Zisu and Gu Xiuyuan, and muttered for a long time.

"Does Xiao Meiren feel bad-looking?"

Xiao Xian said seriously: "He doesn't look like this." ”

Gu Xiuyuan stroked his forehead, saying that he seemed to have seen the deity!

Mu Zisu squinted at him, "Go away, go away, don't you look like this!" Go and play. ”

Xiao Xian looked at his portrait very aggrieved, walked to the side and picked up the bronze mirror, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really not like it." Don't you want people to say it? ”