The word love is difficult to distinguish, some people have known each other for a hundred years, and they have no chance to fall in love, and some people are just one side, but they have been desolate.

Is this called love at first sight?

After listening to this story, Ling Yan couldn't help laughing, but he couldn't help but think of many things, and in his brain, he would also think of many faces.

The first warmth, the crimson face, the former blood girl, the current Bijie, where is she? What about Ming'er?? Or, Su Chan? Why, to part, is it for the joy of reunion in the future?

If that's all there is to it, then the joy is worth too much.

"What the hell happened to me? Why is it so painful all of a sudden? ”

Zhu Feng forced a smile, still putting on that brilliant appearance, facing Ling Yan, although he was so unnatural, he was still willing to show his smiling face to others, it seemed that this was his firm belief...

Ling Yan was half loud, but he didn't know how to answer, his heart was complicated, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, it was not a taste.

The dementor general stared at Zhu Feng for a moment, shook his head slightly, and said, "This has not escaped into the demon path, but it is strange, perhaps, there is something supporting his mind!" ”

"Is that the female general?" Fei Lian said in a low voice.

The dementor shook his head, perhaps, he used to have feelings, but now, he didn't know what feelings were, in the long killing and the cold of the armor, he had long forgotten it, forgotten in a corner, who could see it, who could know? He was confused, whether he could pick it up.

Ask how much love and hate there is in the world, but the enemy is no match for a moment of life and death.

Ling Yan stared at the white scroll in Zhu Feng's hand, and suddenly, a slight spirit entered his mind.

It's as if someone is calling out to them.

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment... His eyes were fixed on the scroll, and he was contemplating carefully.

"This painting??"

Ling Yan lost his voice and said.

"Ling Yan, do you know the answer?" Zhu Feng, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to have regained a trace of strength, stood up, and asked Ling Yan with a chuckle, the grief no longer existed, and they returned to the bottom of Zhu Feng's heart again... Hide.

"That..."Ling Yan hesitated a little, his thoughts were repeated, and the thought urged him to say, "Can you let me see the scroll in your hand!" ”

This request may be sudden, after all, it is his beloved thing, and perhaps, it is more important than his life.

Zhu Feng's hand tightened the scroll unnaturally, but it quickly let go violently, as if he was afraid that the scroll would hurt.

His face hesitated, and he said, "Can you give me an answer?" ”

He wanted to be so miserable, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be free from this, and he stayed with her, no matter where he was, the world was so big, there was always room for him.

"Hmm.." Ling Yan nodded, but he didn't feel right, why did he nod?

Zhu Feng sighed, the smile on his face resurfaced, and handed the scroll to Ling Yan without hesitation.

Despite the ease of expression, his arms trembled very faintly.

Ling Yan took the painting, and the moment the scroll was in his hands, Ling Yan felt that the painting was so heavy.

Zhu Feng didn't speak, Ling Yan was silent, no matter who it was, he didn't speak at this time.

Ling Yan touched the cold scroll, and the throbbing in his heart surged again.

"Childe!"

At this time, in Ling Yan's brain, a crisp and resolute melodious female voice sounded.

"Who?" Ling Yan subconsciously replied in his heart.

"It's me, Childe, I'm the painting in your hand!" The woman's voice was a little anxious.

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked at the painting in his hand... Could it be... Is it the female general Zhu Feng said in his mouth??

"Are you.. That's..."

"Yes, I'm the female general who sold his paintings and asked him to paint them for me..."

"Why are you here?? Why don't you turn around and reincarnate? Ling Yan felt the touch of soul in the painting, her strength was not strong, and she didn't even step into the fairy realm. She's not a player, she can only be reincarnated, but she's still here, why is that?

Ling Yan was puzzled, very puzzled, or rather, very frightened, why? Because Zhu Fenggui is a Xuan Immortal, the breath is so strong, ordinary souls can't bear it at all, if it weren't for the fact that this picture scroll is not ordinary, I'm afraid that the soul of the female general would have dissipated a long time ago, but even so, she is afraid that she will have to endure countless torments every day and night, and the strong pressure brought to her by the breath of Xuan Xian...

"Childe, after listening to Zhu Feng's story, can you also listen to a vulgar story of a little woman?"

Ling Yan said: "Girl, it's okay to talk about it!" ”

When the words fell, a sigh of extreme resentment echoed in Ling Yan's mind...

"In the imperial city of Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom, there are very few painters who make a living from painting, there are very few painters who make a living, the imperial dynasty has a traitorous minister, the border enemy invades, Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom can be described as precarious, the imperial rebellious ministers and thieves broke the imperial city, want to kill the holy monarch, the war permeated the entire imperial city, many people are sunk in blood, crying, despair, at that time, a woman who has just entered the age of Xuan, but to replace her elderly father, send troops to suppress thieves. Hehe, what a cruel thing this must be?? Perhaps, ordinary people can't realize it.."

"On the night the killing began, the whole starry sky dimmed, and who said that women are inferior to men? The woman also did not let the eyebrows, the woman with a group of armor, killed into the palace, beheaded the thief, but, although the thief died, the chick is male, the son of the thief, has been ambushed, with the rebellion to encircle the woman and all her armor, the woman clenched her teeth, bravely took the lead, with the disabled armor to kill a bloody road, want to leave the palace, but the rebellious army is like a wild dog clenching the thigh, refusing to let go (speaking of this, the female voice is very excited), all the way out of the palace, the woman has gradually exhausted, after turning out of the imperial wall, An arrow struck the woman in the shin, and she could barely walk. ”

At this moment, the female voice is already loud and excited, and vaguely, it reveals a heroic posture that is not inferior to that of men...

Ling Yan listened attentively, just a little, but he had seen and heard like this, it was really amazing...

"But, at this critical juncture, he appeared, (the woman sighed slightly)... It was a painter dressed in tatters, the woman had never seen such a sloppy, such a down-and-out painter, with a yellow face and thin muscles, almost not handsome, in this dark night, it would make people feel very uncomfortable! It's just that she didn't think so much at the time, she wanted to open her mouth and ask him to help her escape from here, but before she could speak, the painter helped her up in a panic and ran into the distance. She opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say, she didn't know, why he wanted to save him, she didn't know, he was carrying her on the arm, when he was hit by an arrow, and the blood was left on the ground, but he didn't say a word, just fled in countless alleys, until the second half of the night, he finally took her to a safe place, he let her go, and left without any words. She knew that he couldn't see his face clearly, it was a night without stars and no moon, how much eyesight could he have as a scholar?? But she is different, she is a general, although she is a daughter, but she can afford it better than anyone else, she remembers that face, but she does not keep it, because she is still on the run, if she delays for a minute, and stays by his side for another point, it will bring him a killing opportunity. She gritted her teeth and staggered away, and the two of them didn't say a word from beginning to end! ”

"There are thousands of eyes in the world, and there will always be people of all shapes, and no one can know where the person in your life will pass by you, where, and under what circumstances. As soon as the thief died, the rebellious army was leaderless, and was wiped out one by one by the army sent by the woman's father, and soon collapsed, and peace was finally restored to the Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom, and the woman also became the only female general in the Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom. It's just that although she is glorified and admired by thousands of people, she only remembers that person in her heart, where is he now? ? How is he doing now? She didn't know, but she was desperate to understand, and she sent everyone to find the man, however, soon after, she got the news that the painter had left. ”

"There are only a few painters in the imperial city, it is not difficult to find them, she remembers the black brush hanging from his waist that has been bald, the calluses in his hand that have fallen because of the perennial pen, the ink between his fingers, the fragrance of ink all over his body, she remembers, but he doesn't remember her.... He left, walked so suddenly, as if the world evaporated, disappeared from then on, how many nights, the woman would wake up from her sleep, her mind kept thinking nonsense, what happened to him, he.... Is it dead?? ”

"Not long after, the army of the enemy country on the border pressed the border, and the kingdom of heaven fell into a precarious state again, and the dynasty sent the most prestigious female general to retreat from the enemy, but she was in a trance, how could she think about this?? Someone once said that fate is destined, yes, once that woman didn't believe this sentence, but until, in the border city of Chaoyan Heaven, when she saw the painter again, she believed it, but unfortunately, she believed another sentence even more: 'There is no fate'. What is the situation of her battle, she knows very well that it is not easy, she has already made a high achievement, the dynasty wants to borrow the hand of the enemy, get rid of herself, on the side of the couch, how can others sleep soundly? ”

The woman knew that this battle, perhaps, she would never come back, she found that she was wrong, she should not sacrifice herself for this so-called kingdom of heaven, but it was too late, at the moment of leaving, the moment she went to the battlefield, she saw the painter again, he was still yellow and thin, but the wound on his arm was gone, his eyes were smart, quite temperamental, but his breathing was very weak, obviously, he was hungry for many days, in this troubled world, starving to death is a common thing, the woman suddenly had an urge to cry, But she restrained her impulse, she knew that she was not beautiful, she didn't want to cry, she didn't dare to cry, she wanted to show her most beautiful side in front of her beloved, she bought one of his paintings, wanted to keep it as a souvenir, at the same time, she also hoped that he could also have a painting about himself, keep it as a souvenir, so she asked him to make another painting for herself, based on her own appearance, to make a painting without a uniform, only a colorful dress, she didn't like the days of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, but she had too much on her shoulders. She asked him to send it to her father after he was ready, in fact, it was just a lie, her father had passed away yesterday, she just hoped that he could leave the picture scroll by himself, so that he could relive it again, that day and night, he carried her, ran all over the warmth of half the imperial city..."