"Can the half of that child's soul return to its original body?" asked Hua Chengcheng.

Qing Ci shook his head, "I'm afraid it's difficult, but it's better to help him get rid than to let him suffer like this." If you wait until you become a real painting soul, then you can draw back half of his living soul. ”

"Hmm. Hua Chengcheng nodded slightly, "Right now, half of this child's soul still has some independent consciousness, and it's good to fulfill one of his wishes." Speaking of which, I've been thinking about a question these days, if one day I really become a painting soul, reshape the soul of Wunian brother, and complete his three souls and seven spirits, will Wunian brother still be the original Wunian brother at that time?"

"This ......" Qing Ci was stunned, he really had never thought about this kind of problem, since he knew the identity of the painting Allure, he hoped that she and Cang Wunian, a couple thousands of years ago, could continue to have a happy ending in this life.

It was a complete accident that Cang Wunian lost his soul, but it was a surprise other than an accident to paint the soul that happened to be the possibility of painting the soul. It can only be said that the two of them are simply unfinished fate, and all the accidents in the dark are doomed. All along, they have only thought about overcoming all difficulties to make the painting fall to the point of painting the soul, but what has been lost, can it really be complete if they make up for it?

After thinking about it, Qing Ci said: "Miss Allure still remembers what was said on the silk, if you want to become a real painting soul, you need to see all kinds of things in the world, and go through love and hatred. I think that since the ancestors of the painting clan had such a requirement for painting souls, it must be necessary for the soul painter to have sufficient understanding of everything in the world. Each painter's sketch has its own artistic conception, and the soul sketched by the soul painter must also be involved in the soul painter's own thoughts and perceptions, so it will have an impact to a greater or lesser extent. ”

"I still remember that the fairy in purple in the mirage once said that although I painted someone else's soul, that soul came from my own hand, so what kind of soul I understand is what kind of soul I draw is what kind of soul I draw. I can only hope that my understanding is not too bad now, and I can save the time to draw the soul of Brother Wunian, but I have lost his original character. The painting smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Miss Allure, don't worry, no matter what you paint the pavilion master, he will be dead set on you. Qingci said with confidence.

"Okay, okay, it's far away. Don't you want me to draw a portrait of Miss Yun? I'll try it now, and if I don't do it well, you'll have to ask for another skill. The painting smiled allure.

Qing Ci shook his head noncommittally and said: "If even Miss Allure can't draw this portrait, I think the people on our ship can only look at the ocean and sigh." ”

Going out is not as good as being at home, although the necessary daily necessities are readily available on this ship, but the four treasures of the study room are only prepared with the most ordinary pen, ink, paper and inkstone, after all, no one has thought that when they are adrift at sea and ready to face danger, they will have the leisure to sit down and paint a picture of Danqing.

Hua Chengcheng spread the drawing paper on the table, and Qingci diligently helped her polish the ink.

"Miss Allure, let's write!" Qing Ci said with anticipation.

Hua Chengcheng picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink in the inkstone, and looked at the plain white drawing paper on the table with a slight distraction. After a while, she exhaled deeply, closed her eyes gently, and recalled Yun Rui's appearance in her mind.

When she opened her eyes again, her beautiful eyes were clear, and the brush in her hand flew on the paper with her thoughts.

Qing Ci quietly observed her every move on the side, at this time, Hua Chengcheng's eyes were solemn and serious, and her cold face made Qing Ci feel the pride and confidence in her bones that had not yet fully awakened. Her body seemed to be filled with a faint halo, making her whole person look a little ethereal.

I'm afraid that even the painting of Allure herself did not expect that for the first time in more than ten years, she unconsciously called the fairy roots of her painting clan and integrated them into the artistic conception of her painting.

- Sister Ling'er, this is the state you should have. I'm looking forward to the day when you actually return.

The corners of Qing Ci's mouth hooked, and he was a little relieved in his heart.

The room was quiet, only the sound of brushes moving on the paper when painting Allure was heard, and the occasional sound of Qingci raising his hand to study ink.

After about half an hour, the painting finally stopped the movement in his hand, let out a long sigh of relief, and showed a slight smile on his face: "The painting is finally finished." Qingci, do you think I painted like it?"

Qing Ci then shifted his attention from painting Allure's face to the paper on the desktop, it doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it, he was really taken aback when he saw it - what is this like?

"Oh my God, Miss Allure, you can't describe your painting with a likeness, even if you find a Danqing Holy Hand, it's already very good to be able to draw your face closely, your painting is completely expressive!" Qing Ci praised with shock.

The face of the painting Allure blushed slightly, and he looked at the portrait he had drawn carefully, and said embarrassedly: "How can it be so exaggerated...... I'm afraid I'll not be able to draw well. ”

"Very good, much better than I expected. Qing Ci happily picked up the painting from the table, shook it lightly in mid-air, and prepared to take the portrait to the cave yesterday to find Gu Yifan after the ink on it dried.

"What's good?" At this time, An Ruyue's voice came from the door.

The two turned their heads and saw An Ruyue walking towards the house, and cast a puzzled look at them.

As soon as Qing Ci saw An Ruyue, he greeted him with a smile, and at the same time put the painting in his hand in front of An Ruyue like a treasure, and asked with a happy face: "Ruyue, how do you look at this painting?"

An Ruyue glanced at the portrait and couldn't help but be surprised: "Eh, isn't this portrait painted by Miss Yunrui?"

"Yes, Miss Allure just painted it, isn't it very expressive?" Qingci's tone was triumphant, as if the painting was made by him.

An Ruyue nodded thoughtfully, "Although I haven't seen what Miss Yun's smile looks like, but looking at the painting of Allure, you can feel that she must be a very beautiful woman." It's a pity...... It would be great if she could strengthen her determination to be with Luo Fan's predecessors back then. ”

"Now that Gu Wentian has received the retribution he deserves, when I become a true painting soul, I will help them continue their relationship. Painting Allure said softly.

Hearing this, An Ruyue nodded subconsciously at first, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was inappropriate, and she said with some hesitation: "But...... In that case, what should Miss Qiao do?"

"This ......" Painting Allure was stunned, Xu was too engrossed when she painted Yunrui, and she actually forgot about Qiao Sanniang for a while.

Qing Ci raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders and said, "After all, Miss Qiao is a mortal, and her lifespan is so short that she can't always accompany Luo Fan's predecessors after all. Besides, Senior Luo Fan had no intention of her, so she can't have to accept Senior Luo Fan just because she loves Senior Luofan, right?"

The two women were silent, in fact, they both understood this truth, but in terms of emotional intimacy, they didn't know Yun Rui, but they were quite close to Qiao Sanniang, and they were always sad for her.

At this moment, Hua Chengcheng thought of himself and Cang Wunian again, and couldn't help but feel stunned, and sighed faintly: "You are right, no one is born to owe anyone such a thing, if every woman who falls in love with Luo Fan's predecessor asks Luo Fan's predecessor to have a response, I am afraid that he is not worthy of a woman's heart for him." ”

The three of them didn't talk loudly in the room, but they didn't deliberately hide anything, so Qiao Sanniang, who came to the door of the painting city house one step back, heard their conversation clearly. Originally, she didn't listen to the root of the wall, but it was so coincidental that as soon as she turned around the corner, she saw An Ruyue walking into the room where the painting was allure, and then she heard them talking about what to paint.

When the word "Yunrui" unexpectedly came into her ears, the blood in her body seemed to be boiling, which was a feeling of facing a great enemy.

Even though this woman has been asleep for a thousand years, even though this woman has been married to a human woman, even though this woman has given birth to children for other men. However, she has always been in Luo Fan's heart and has never been erased. If she doesn't completely die out one day, Luo Fan's heart won't be able to make room for others for a day.

A hatred that she had never felt before surged into Qiao Sanniang's heart, and she couldn't help but clench her fists fiercely - once, she was just an ordinary woman, destined to become a generation of chivalrous women, she originally thought that the small wine shop in Shao Yangzhen would be the destination of her life. But all of this changed after the drunken, bearded, scumbag-bearded prodigal broke into her world.

Now, she is no longer an ordinary mortal, and she chose to be reborn not so that she could have a long life to see how he and other women live together. What she wants is to be able to stand by his side openly and grandly, and watch every moonrise and sunset in the future with him.

"Yun Rui...... Why didn't you die back then? If you did, after so many years, Brother Luo would have forgotten about you a long time ago. It's just a night of dew, why have you occupied his heart for so many years......" A few wisps of bright red blood slowly overflowed from Qiao Sanniang's fingers, her fists were so strong that her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, but she seemed to be ignorant of pain, and her calm face couldn't hide her anger.

But soon, Qiao Sanniang cleaned up her emotions, pretended to have just walked to the door of the painting Allure City, and called to the house with a smile: "Allure girl!"