Ye Bai was helpless again, Qingli's master fooled her a lot.

Ye Bai has seen a lot of attractive women, but it is the first time he has seen a crazy marriage proposal like Qingli.

"Originally, there were a lot of men who played with me when I was a child, but my master didn't allow me to play with them at first, and then people came to propose marriage frequently, and I hated those men more and more. ”

"After that, except for my master and my brother, I rarely talked to men, and I didn't care what they said about me behind my back. ”

Qingli's character is obviously not cultivated in a day, although it seems to be more stubborn and uninteresting, but if you think of what happened to her in this life, Ye Bai suddenly felt that she was a little pitiful.

It's just that Qingli's life experience is always a little bizarre, why do so many men marry her?

If you like Qingli's appearance and temperament, you can say that it is in the past, but according to Qingli, many people who come to propose marriage have never seen what Qingli looks like, what are these people?

Aren't these people afraid to marry an ugly monster and go home?

Thinking of the dead Hidden Door Iron Lock Master before, Ye Bai was even more curious, what kind of background did this Qingli have?

Originally, Qingli was used to these things, but today she didn't expect that her most beloved senior brother would be able to say such things!

From childhood to adulthood, Qingli and Xiong Tairan have been together all day long, even if they are not related by blood, they are like brothers and sisters, Xiong Tairan can say such things, he is definitely crazy!

Qing Li was so angry that she took a few deep breaths and stopped thinking about Xiong Tairan, so as not to make her sad again.

Seeing that Qing Li didn't speak, Ye Bai didn't mention it anymore, but there was another detail in the conversation just now that Ye Bai was very curious.

"Deacon Qingli, just ...... Your brother said that the cause of death of your parents, and you said that they died in the painting? I'm curious about this...... If you don't want to say it, you don't have to. ”

Qingli hesitated, it was rare to say so many things to a man today, so he simply said everything that was pressed in his heart.

"My father was gone when I was very young, so I don't remember much of him. But I still have some memories of my mother, and then my mother also died, so I cried and ran to ask Master how her mother died. ”

"Master took me to a painting and told me that my parents had died in the painting, and that none of us were allowed to approach the painting again. ”

"That's where I came from. ”

Ye Bai was very curious about Qingli's life experience from the beginning, but he didn't expect it to be such a story, after listening to it, Ye Bai fell silent, and he couldn't say that he was sympathetic to Qingli's life experience, but he felt a little sympathetic.

The two of them sat on the beach, baking a bonfire, looking at the dark sea, the salty wind blowing gently, and there was a sense of tranquility and serenity.

After a long time, Qingli suddenly asked.

"What about your parents?"

Qingli rarely takes the initiative to talk to men on weekdays, but he talked too much to Ye Bai today, and felt that he asked Ye Bai, but Ye Bai didn't tell her, which was a bit unfair.

Ye Bai looked at the surging tide in the darkness and said helplessly.

"My father...... Don't mention it, there's not much to say. ”

"My mother was a great woman, but she ran away from home when I was very young. ”

Qingli was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Ye Bai's life experience to be so pitiful, and he thought that he was the kind of child who was very happy, but he didn't expect or experience maternal love.

"Your mother must be beautiful. ”

Qingli's biggest regret is that she can't remember what her mother looks like, but she has some impressions in the haze, she can draw since she was a child, and if she can remember it, she can draw a portrait of her mother.

Ye Bai thought about it, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, my mother is the most beautiful person. ”

In fact, when Cheng Jingling was kicked out of the Ye family, her physical appearance had changed, her body had become bloated and generous, and she was not as beautiful as before, which was also the sequelae of a woman's cultivation of ancient martial arts before reaching the Xuan Rank.

It's just that at that time, Ye Bai was the same as Qingli, and he didn't remember what his mother looked like, and he felt in his heart that his mother must be the most beautiful woman in the world, exuding holy brilliance.

The two of them sat together and imagined their mother's appearance, and they were a little distracted for a while.

Qingli drew a very beautiful woman's face with her fingers on the beach, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

"In my imagination, this should be my mother. ”

Ye Bai glanced at it, and was also a little surprised, he couldn't be so superb in Qingli's painting skills, and he could paint this character vividly on this beach.

"Qingli, the painting you've seen...... I wonder if you can draw it for me?"

For Qingli to say that her parents died in this painting, Ye Bai was very curious, what kind of painting can kill people?

Qingli nodded, she had copied that painting countless times since she was a child, although she had never seen that painting since she saw it once when she was a child, but Qingli was still able to restore it quickly.

Breaking a branch from the shore, Qingli walked on the beach, painting at a very fast speed, apparently copied more than a hundred times.

Although he was blind in the dark light, Ye Bai's eyesight could still see clearly.

This is a landscape painting of a river flowing down from a mountain, meandering.

The mountain peaks are lush and green, with rocks and shrubs, which has a kind of artistic conception of beauty.

On the left side of the river, there is a winding path that seems to be paved with bluestone bricks and leads to the top of the mountain.

As for what is happening on the top of the mountain, it is not clear.

It's not that the drawing is not clear, but it is just not clear.

It's hard to describe that feeling, even if you see Qingli draw it stroke by stroke, you still can't see it clearly.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a slightly wide woman, wearing a skirt and climbing up, and halfway up the mountain, there is a man in white with fairy wind bones, standing there and looking up, as if observing the scenery on the top of the mountain.

When Qingli's painting was finished, the sea suddenly rose, and a huge wave slapped over, washing away all the traces on the beach.

Ye Bai frowned and looked at Qingli, but saw that Qingli shook his head helplessly, as if he was used to it.

"Every time it's like this, the painting seems to contain some extraordinary power, and every time I paint it, I destroy it as soon as I can. ”

"It was either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, and once I locked myself in my room and painted this picture, and after I finished it, it actually burned on its own, and I still can't figure it out. ”