Although this painting must have a lot of problems if it is seen by professionals, the standard is average, and it is a work that is not in the stream. But for Qiuqiu, the meaning is completely different.

The room was empty, but there were a few scrolls on the shelves in the corner of the long window.

Qiuqiu put the drawing paper in his hand and saw that there was a very old painting scroll next to it, which was shorter than the ordinary painting scroll.

"What is this?" Qiuqiu turned her head and asked.

"Just look at it."

Qiuqiu carefully took down the old painting, pulled off the tether, and unfolded the painting.

The paper has been yellowed, and it must have been left for many years.

What's even stranger is that there are still a few moldy spots on the drawing paper.

Qiuqiu didn't believe that Shi'er would not keep it well, even if he didn't care about it, the rest of Jiufeng wouldn't eat dry food.

"Where did you get that?"

"Why can't I keep it in my own collection?"

Qiuqiu's fingertips tapped twice on a moldy idea: "You are not such a careless person. ”

"You gave it to me."

"Me?"

Qiuqiu suddenly became interested and completely unfolded the painting.

The painting shows a lake. At night, the lake is silent and quiet, and there is an ancient tree on the shore.

"That's where we found Fire."

Qiuqiu snorted.

She felt that the painting had a wonderful feeling.

She couldn't say this feeling, as if a finger had hooked the string on her heart and plucked it gently.

The strings trembled, and the whole person, along with the hair, was touched.

Qiuqiu touched her waist.

The barrel of the ink cream has been rubbed by the previous owner many times, and the feeling of ripeness, smoothness and roundness cannot be carved and polished by a clever craftsman.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just ......" Qiuqiu took out the ink cream: "I suddenly remembered the ink cream." ”

Shi'er glanced at the painting, and then at the ink frost: "This painting can't be painted by ink frost, right?" The person who painted should be a senior of the Lishui Sword School, not a senior of Shang Zhenshang of this sect. ”

But if you talk about the era, it's really about the same, the Fujia predecessor who painted the painting, speaking of Shang Zhen should be a contemporary.

"I can't tell, but looking at this painting, I suddenly remembered that the ink frost was coming, do you remember the ink mist that it threw out last time?"

If Qiuqiu has any evidence, it is indeed not.

She just had a feeling.

When she saw the ink, she remembered the ink.

Qiuqiu jokingly said: "Maybe they used to communicate with each other at that time, and then the seniors who painted borrowed ink creams." ”

She was really just joking, but Shi'er nodded after a moment of silence: "Possibly." If you can find something like the Codex of Shang Sen, maybe what you're saying isn't just a guess. ”

The two of them had all kinds of conjectures about the drawing and the pen.

"I still haven't fully understood the mystery of this painting." Shi'er said: "The more I think about it, the more mysterious I feel." ”

Qiuqiu smiled and said, "I think it's quite simple, just a lake and an ancient tree. ”

Her ideological realm is quite simple, and it can't be compared with Shi'er. So it's simple to see everything, and what you see is what you see. When you reach the realm of Shi'er, it is probably the kind of person who sees that the mountain is not a mountain, and the water is not water, and is full of doubts about everything. When you can really realize the Tao, you can see the mountains and the water, and you will probably reach the legendary realm of ascension.

As soon as Shi'er looked at her expression, she knew that she was in a fugue again.

Her little head was always full of whimsical ideas, and many times he could guess what she was thinking, but at times like this, he couldn't guess what she was thinking.

Qiuqiu laughed when she thought about it.

"Laughing at what?"

Qiuqiu didn't say anything.

She looked at Shi'er.

She looked at him now, without the unfamiliar sense of distance that she had at the beginning.

At first, the man looked so perfect that he didn't look like a real person.

But now she doesn't think like that.

In her eyes, the image of the head in her heart became richer and more concrete.

Especially...... They have skin-to-skin kisses afterward.

This man is flesh and blood, with feelings and joys.

He is not a person standing high in the clouds, nor is he a thin person standing in a painting.

"Come, close your eyes."

Qiuqiu closed her eyes obediently.

Shi'er couldn't help but lean over and gently kiss her on the lips.

"You can open it."

Qiuqiu thought that Shi'er asked her to close her eyes just to kiss, but when she opened her eyes, she found that it was not like that.

They're no longer where they were.

They stood on the shore of the lake, beside an ancient tree with its branches and leaves.

Huo'er was lying on Da Bai's back, looking left and right with his eyes open.

They stand in the painting.

There are too many strange things encountered these days, and Qiuqiu doesn't feel too surprised.

"While the fire was still in its shell, it sank to the bottom of the lake. We don't know where this space came from, where Huo'er's parents went, or who the original owner was. There are too few information and clues left here, and after checking for a long time, I only found a few clues. ”

"There's no hurry, we don't lack time." Qiuqiu is always a little unsatisfactory when she comforts people. She felt that she was not good at this, and she could not express her heartfelt words: "Besides, it doesn't matter if you know the origin of these things. We have inherited the past, but what matters to us is the present and the future. ”

"That's what you said." Shi'er asked, "By the way, what about the ink cream?" ”

"Here." Qiuqiu untied the pen and handed it to him.

Shi'er looked at the gray color of the end of the pen, these ink stains had been soaked for too long, as if they could not be washed off.

"If this painting is painted with ink frost, is this place already there before the painting, and the pen and paper are just tools to connect the space, or is it ...... Is this space simply painted? ”

"That's not going to be a good thing......"

"Maleonn?"

Qiuqiu explained: "It's a mythical story. said that he was a poor boy, and because he was kind-hearted, the immortal gave him a branch. Everything that is drawn in the pen will become real. He drew a waterwheel for an arid field, and the waterwheel literally squeaked and turned the water......"

Qiuqiu looked at the ink cream in his hand.

Shang seniors have ascended to enlightenment. It doesn't matter what Ann looks like after the ascension. It may be easy for a rising immortal to turn a stone into gold and turn nothing into something.

But for Qiuqiu, it is still unimaginable.

"I think it's a bit like the seventh peak." Qiuqiu turned her head to look around.

Everything here seems to be still, including time, wind, and water. They are self-contained, like the seventh peak, a separate place from the world, and also detached from the axis of time.

"I don't think it's a world created by a paintbrush." Qiuqiu whispered: "The reason why we have this association is because the scene in the painting is exactly the same as the scene by this lake. Well, if I draw the general situation of the seventh peak now, and then think of a way to enter the seventh peak when I touch the drawing paper, then I can't say that the seventh peak was created by my brush. ”

Of course, this is all just their conjecture.

Dabai jumped around the tree, and Huo'er rode on a branch, and he didn't see it for a moment, and he didn't know how he climbed it. And the bark of the old tree was very rough at first glance, and he seemed not afraid of tender butts at all. Seeing Qiuqiu look up at him, Huo'er happily let go of his hand and slapped loudly, then jumped and pounced on Qiuqiu with a leper dog pounce on the frame.

Before Qiuqiu reached out to catch the fat man, Shi'er took the lead.

With a wave of his hand, he rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and threw the fire in his pocket, and the fire was headed down, and an upside-down onion fell into the lake with a thud.

"Look at you." Qiuqiu always felt that this was not good. Shouldn't you care about your own spiritual pets? Huo'er is the only dragon pet in the ordinary world. If someone else has such a bull X spiritual pet, it is possible to hold it all the time, and it is possible to hold it on the top of the head.

Of course, Huo'er will not be drowned, he quickly surfaced, wiped the water droplets on his face with a small slap, and grinned unwillingly at Shi'er.

Maybe Qiuqiu is too worried, these two have been getting along like this since before, and they have been doing it for more than 100 years, and they haven't seen Huo'er run away from home if they can't stand the abuse.

Qiuqiu sat on the edge of the lake, the fire looked like a balloon floating on the water, and her chubby hands and feet slapped the water several times and swam towards Qiuqiu.

After being soothed by Qiuqiu a few times, Huo'er swam to the side satisfied.

It seemed familiar, not strange at all.

Qiuqiu dipped a little water with ink cream and drew a deep and thick ink on the palm of her hand.

Shi'er sat beside her: "Is the seventh peak the same?" ”

"The Seventh Peak ......" Qiuqiu thought for a while: "Some places are very similar, the aura is abundant, and the time is different from the outside world. But the seventh peak is more vibrant than here, with sunshine, wind, waterfalls, birds and insects, and even frogs jumping around the pond under the waterfalls. It's simpler and quieter in comparison. ”

After a while, Qiuqiu said, "It would be nice if I could go and see it with you." The seventh peak is very mysterious, and it cannot be described in a few words. ”

"Well," Shi'er whispered, "my mother used to be ...... The palm of the seventh peak. ”

"I've wondered before, what does the seventh peak look like? It would be nice to see the places she used to hang out. ”

Qiuqiu shook his hand.

This is something that is simple for others, but it becomes difficult to put it here.

Maybe that wish will never come true.

"Then, I'll take a closer look for you next time."

Shi'er said seriously: "Thank you very much." ”

"You're welcome."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"How do you feel about practicing these days?"

When the two were together, Qiuqiu always felt that time passed quickly,

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