Poor Talent ...... In other words, Shen Yi completely ignored all the voices around him and painted wholeheartedly.

The children around him seemed to come here often to watch him draw, and everyone chattered and discussed his life story in front of him.

Poor Xiucai is called Shen Yi, it is said that he had a bad life when he was a child, and when he grew up, he was adopted, studied, and lived a better life, but then the family that adopted him swept him out of the house for some reason and took back all his things.

Shen Yi had no choice but to earn a mouthful of food by selling paintings every day.

Today, Shen Yi continues to paint here, and he still paints green bamboo.

Ye Chuijin looked at his paintings, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar they felt.

Ye Chuijin: [Why do I think this bamboo bush looks so much like the one at the door of my room?] Is it my delusion? 】

The system compared: [No, this is the bush at the door of your room. 】

Ye Chuijin: [......]

Ye Chuijin silently watched Shen Yi draw the bamboo little by little with a feeling that he didn't know what kind of mood.

When he finished painting, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were gentle when he looked at the bamboo.

At this moment, someone suddenly kicked his small calligraphy and painting stall over: "A poor talent, painting here in such a good way?" ”

Saying that, the man also snatched the painting in his hand: "Yo, the painting is not bad, it belongs to me." ”

Ye Chuijin looked at it fixedly, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

The person who kicked over Shen Yi's small calligraphy and painting stall and said such a bully quote was none other than her eldest disciple Su Weixing.

Ye Chuijin took a closer look, and there was a familiar face in the mighty little follower beside Su Weixing, who was Ye Chuijin's second disciple Yue Qinge.

Okay, the senior brothers are bullies, and Shen Yi's setting is quite realistic.

Shen Yi, who was kicked over the calligraphy and painting stall, was stunned, and then a trace of anger appeared on his face: "Give me the painting!" ”

As he spoke, he rushed forward, trying to snatch his painting back.

But Su Weixing was surrounded by so many people, how could his little poor scholar rob him?

Ye Chuijin looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a familiar cold snort: "Return the painting to others." ”

When Su Weixing saw the visitor, he immediately knelt down in fright and handed the painting to Shen Yi respectfully.

The corners of Ye Chuijin's mouth twitched and looked at the scene in front of him.

That's right, the person who stands up for justice is none other than "her".

What does it feel like to look at someone who looks exactly like you talking with a cold face?

Ye Chuijin said that he was a little embarrassed.

Shen Yi took the painting, and then set his eyes on the "Ye Chuijin" who spoke out and presided over justice.

His eyes were stunned, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

After presiding over justice, "Ye Chuijin" turned around to leave, but Shen Yi hurriedly stopped her behind her: "Wait, can you take me away?" ”

If a normal person says this kind of thing, he is afraid that he will be beaten, but this is in Shen Yi's own inner demon, and everything is subject to his thinking.

So in the next second, Shen Yi, who should have been beaten, was not beaten, but just watched the "Ye Chuijin" Imperial Sword go, leaving only him on the ground.

Ye Chuijin still wanted to continue watching with relish, and then suddenly felt a pull pulling her whole person out of Shen Yi's inner demon land.

When Ye Chuijin came back to her senses, she returned to Izumo Peak, and the collapse of Shen Yi's spiritual power beside her became more and more serious.