Painting Allure helped Cang Wunian to his room, and hurriedly found the Shengyuan Pill to feed him, Cang Wunian calmly breathed, and the discomfort in his body and the pain in his brain were finally alleviated a little.

"Brother Wunian, do you feel better?" asked Hua Chengcheng cautiously.

"It's better, just ...... I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to shout at you. Cang Wunian said apologetically.

"It's no wonder that Brother Wunian is this matter, I thought that the name that Brother Wunian told me at the beginning was your real name. Hua Chengcheng shook his head and said softly.

"Strange to say, the first time I spoke, I wanted to say that name, but for some reason, I felt something wrong in my heart. And the word 'no thought' is a strange kind of mental guidance in my heart, as if I was born to forget something. Cang Wunian said lightly.

"Born to forget something? This statement is really strange, isn't it because I am worried about nostalgia for my past life, I need to drink Meng Po soup and forget everything before I can be reincarnated?

"yes, I've never figured it out. I suddenly ...... I really want to remember the things that I feel have been lost, and I always feel that there is something I care about, or someone I care about very much, that I have to choose to forget. Cang Wunian's eyes were deep and distant, and his voice was very soft and abrupt.

"Brother Wunian, your body is still very weak now, you should recuperate. Don't think about the rest so much. Painting Allure comforted softly, and at the same time, her fingertips quietly condensed a trace of mana, and gently stroked Cang Wunian's head.

I only felt a wave of sleepiness coming, and Cang Wunian was actually heavy eyelids, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

"Brother Wunian, what you want to remember, Hua'er will definitely do her best to help you. Even though...... The person you care about so much won't be me after all. Hua Chengcheng stared at his peaceful sleeping face and whispered softly.

Gently closing the door, the painting allure dodged, and once again came to the stone room.

Seeing that Allure came back alone, An Ruyue couldn't help but ask: "Allure girl, ...... little prince?"

"Don't worry, I've already fed him the Shengyuan Pill, and he's already asleep at this moment. The painting Allure smiled lightly.

"That's fine. An Ruyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Hui, senior Luo Fan, please tell Hua'er, what should I do to become a real painting soul?"

"This ......" Aunt Hui looked at Luo Fan with an embarrassed face, not knowing how to answer.

"To tell you the truth, in fact, I am also the established painting soul of the painting clan, but after all, I am not capable of becoming a real painting soul. Luo Fan said with some self-deprecation.

"What? Is Luo Fan's predecessor the established painting soul of the painting clan thousands of years ago? Even a person with profound mana like his predecessor can't paint a soul, so I ......" The painting Allure was a little shocked and a little depressed.

"What I can't do, you can't do. If you don't try, how will you know what the result will be?" Luo Fan comforted softly.

"Senior Luo Fan is right, I'm going to try it anyway. After pondering for a moment, Hua Chengcheng finally nodded firmly.

"This is not the place to speak. Let's go to the back mountain. Luo Fan glanced around, and with a wave of his robe, he led several people to the back mountain.

"Aunt Hui, give the mirage to Allure. Luo Fan said to Aunt Hui.

Hui Gu nodded, and as soon as she flipped her hand, the white pen tube appeared in her palm.

"What is this?" asked Hua Chengcheng, who stared at the thing in Aunt Hui's hand with a pair of beautiful eyes, full of curiosity.

"This is the treasure of my painting clan, which was personally given to me by the patriarch before he sent us away. The pen name 'Mirage' was created from half of a mirage's teeth. Inside this hollow pen barrel is the biggest secret of the painter. Aunt Hui said with a very solemn expression.

"Is this a cone? but...... If you don't have a pen, how can you write and paint?" asked Hua Cheng, puzzled.

Hearing Hua Chengcheng ask, Aunt Hui shook her head helplessly: "When the patriarch handed over this pen to me at that time, he just told me that because it was too old, the nib of the pen was missing, and he didn't mention that the complete mirage was made of materials. ”

"Did the patriarch grandfather say how to see the secrets recorded in the pen?" asked Hua Chengcheng again.

"No, presumably if you want to understand such treasures, you need strength and chance to coexist. Back then, Luo Fan's predecessors had tried, but failed. Right now...... It's up to you. Aunt Hui's eyes looked at the painting with hope, and handed the mirage in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, Hua Chengcheng slowly stretched out his hand and took the pen tube from Aunt Hui's hand.

When you hold the barrel in your hand, it feels a little warm, not as cold as it seems on the surface. Compared to the barrel made of bamboo, the barrel made of mirage tooth is heavier in the hand. Other than that, I didn't notice anything peculiar about it.

"Auntie, what should I do?" After fiddling with the painting for a long time, this was just half a tooth made in the shape of a pen tube, and there was not even a word engraved on it, and she really couldn't see the mystery in it.

"You try to concentrate your mind and urge the mana to reach into the barrel of the pen and see if you can find anything. Aunt Hui thought about it and proposed.

Listening to Aunt Hui's words, Hua Chengcheng held the mirage in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, and the mana light surrounded her body, and then converged towards the palm of her hand holding the pen tube.

As soon as the light touched the barrel of the pen, it was absorbed, and if you didn't know it, watching this scene from a distance would make people think that something in the woman's hand was devouring the mana in her body.

But after a long while, the barrel of the pen was still only receiving the mana transmitted by the painting city, but there was no movement.

Hua Allure's face began to turn a little pale, and cold sweat overflowed from her forehead.

"Allure, are you okay?" Seeing that the painting Allure's face was wrong, Aunt Hui hurriedly asked.

However, Hua Allure didn't seem to hear her words, his eyes were still closed, but there was a little difficult look on his face, and his lips were subconsciously pursed.

Luo Fan couldn't help frowning when he saw this, he had also tried to use his mana to spy on the mystery in the pen barrel, but once he touched it, his mana seemed to be repelled by a mirage, and it was blocked back.

What's wrong with this now, this ancient pen barrel is like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing the mana injected into the painting city.

"Senior Luo Fan, how is this good?" Hui Gu cast a helpless look at Luo Fan for help.

"Master, Allure's face looks very bad, and if it continues to be consumed like this, I'm afraid it won't be able to support it. Jun Yisheng said worriedly.

Luo Fan's eyes were slightly condensed, seeing that the cold sweat on the forehead of the painting Allure was getting more and more, and his expression was becoming more and more difficult and tired, he hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to separate the mirage from the hand of the painting Allure.

Just when Luo Fan was about to touch the mirage, Hua Chengcheng suddenly opened her eyes, and at the same time, the mirage in her hand slowly levitated.

The mirage swirled slowly in mid-air, gradually emitting a soft glow. After a few breaths, the soft light escaped, forming a huge curtain of light in midair.

"This ...... Allure can really trigger a mirage!" said Hui Gu with a look of shock and joy.

"I didn't expect it...... The little allure city is really the soul of the destined painting. Jun Yisheng looked at the mirage and light curtain suspended in mid-air, and muttered with a complicated mood.

"It's all providence!" a smile of emotion appeared on Luo Fan's face.

At this time, a woman's figure appeared in the light curtain, and the woman's body was surrounded by a rich fairy aura, as if she was in a fog, so that people couldn't see her face at all, and could only vaguely see her wearing a lilac dress, and her figure was very graceful.

"In the end, have you come to this point?" The voice of the purple-clothed woman in the light curtain sounded cold and cold, with a hint of melancholy.

"Why do I think this fairy's voice sounds familiar?" Jun Yixuan frowned and muttered puzzled.

"Is the fairy the ancestor of my painting clan?" asked the woman who stared at the light curtain in the painting city, although no matter how much she looked at it, she couldn't really see it.

"I'm not the ancestor of your painting clan. The woman in purple replied lightly.

"You...... You are not the ancestor of my clan, why do you appear among the treasures of our clan?"

"It's a long story, I'm here, just waiting for you. The purple-clothed woman's tone was still cold, but it was mixed with a little helplessness.

"Wait for me, the fairy knows who I am?" asked Hua Chengcheng, blinking his eyes wide, very puzzled.

"Of course I know who you are, and maybe one day you will know who I am. Let me ask you, are you really determined to become a painting soul?" asked the woman in purple.

Painting Allure nodded fiercely without any hesitation: "Yes, I want to become a real painting soul!"

"If you suffer from love and parting and can't ask for it because of this, are you still willing?" asked the woman in purple again.

"Love parting...... Can't be?", the painting retorted.

She naturally knows what these two words mean, there are seven sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and separation, and unwanted. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural rules of heaven and earth, and they are inevitable. As for the Resentment Society, after she recovered her childhood memories, there was only one demon in her heart, and she hadn't met yet, and she didn't know what kind of sorrow it was.

But love parting and asking for ...... Perhaps this is the suffering that really haunts the world, teaches people to be crazy, teaches people to want to live and die, and can't get out of it all their lives.

She wants to become a painting soul, just to reshape the soul in Cang Wunian's body, but if Cang Wunian leaves her after recovering her soul, it will really be a love parting, and she can't ask for it.