Han Tianyi, under the leadership of Mu Ling, hurriedly walked to the back door of the pawnshop, and his voice was so loud that he could hear it from afar.

Listening to Gou Huo and Chen Hao's words, Han Tianyi was a little envious, after all, Gou Huo's voice was beyond the reach of an ordinary cultivator like him with no background and qualifications.

His background is a famous family, and he has superior qualifications.

There are such despicable villains in it, so naturally they don't dare to calculate and survive.

He only dared to bully cultivators like him who had no talent and no background.

In his eyes, Han Tianyi was just a humble dust, and life and death were between the years when there were elders.

But even so, he would never accept his fate.

Because, he has a reason to live, he has a reason to be strong, and what is in it is just an insignificant speck of dust on his long path of cultivation.

Aren't you trying to calculate me, let's see who counts whom.

An inexplicable light flashed in Han Tianyi's eyes, and there was a ruthlessness in the light that did not admit defeat.

He clutched his hand to poison the poison, and under the guidance of the wood spirit, he removed the back door.

The back door is a secluded alley that is off the beaten track and no one comes.

Han Tianyi looked around and found that there was no one around, so he lowered his head and took advantage of the afternoon sun, disappearing into the depths of the alley with gusts of wind.

Han Tianyi was not in a hurry to return to the sect, but came to a grocery store opened by mortals.

I bought white cotton, as well as paper and colored ink.

Didn't you ask for a female Shura picture, he didn't bring it, but he had seen Shura, he could draw it!

The shopkeeper didn't have a good business that day, and he was going to close early, but he didn't expect a young man to come at this time.

He was wrapped in a black cloak, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

No matter how the boss looked at it, he felt that the other party was not a good person, and he was a little afraid to look at the young man in the black cloak.

"Give me your best brocade cloth, brushes, and colored ink!"

The black-robed young man was none other than Han Tianyi, he took out a tael of silver from his pocket and said, "Are these enough?"

One or two pieces of silver is enough for the boss to make a living in such a small business for a month.

"Enough, enough!"

When the boss saw the silver, he forgot that he was afraid, and quickly took out all the painting brocade cloth, brushes, and colored ink in the store.

Han Tianyi jumped like every other and left in a hurry.

It took a long time for the boss to come back to his senses, looking at the one or two pieces of silver on the table, and hugging them tightly in his arms.

I'm really rich today!

Inexplicably got such a large sum of money, and now the child will have meat to eat at night.

This cemetery is a city for mortals and cultivators, and it is naturally a little different from ordinary mortal cities.

Gradually, people don't like to chant poetry and get fame, after all, there is no need for mortals to get fame here.

As long as you have the ability to settle accounts and have the business mind, you can get a well-paid errand in the shop industry under the cultivator sect.

Everyone will have more practical skills, but there are fewer things that are elegant and elegant.

If it weren't for the fact that this shop was handed down from his ancestors, the little boss would be reluctant to lose it, and he would have closed the store early to go to a shop to be a singer or something.

The shop business can only barely survive. With an income of a few hundred dollars a month, today's ige business is one or two silver, and it is really the owner of money.

Han Tianyi bought paintbrushes, colored ink, and brocade cloth.

I came to the inn and rented a room.

Pick up the brush with your hand, open the brocade cloth, and start painting.

Although Han Tianyi was born as a cattle herder, he often used stones to paint on the land when he was herding cattle.

He has painted clouds, his own cattle, and landscapes.

I'm not new to drawing.

Once, he also wanted to paint the best colors in the world with another brush, but unfortunately...... Because of family difficulties, this wish has not been realized.

Now...... He has enough money to buy the best brushes and can paint the picture he wants to paint the most.

But it's already a thing.

Han Tianyi tried to write a few times, and whenever he thought of Sharo's poignant and resolute picture, his heart hurt very much, very painfully.

The woman he liked didn't remember the confession, so she disappeared into this world.

It's obviously a woman I haven't seen for a long time, why does my heart hurt like this.

It's as if they've known each other for a long, long time.

Han Tianyi didn't know how many times he paused, and when the sky began to brighten, he finally stopped writing.

He finally finished painting the female Shura.

I can finally lie in bed and sleep well,

On the table there is a portrait of a woman.

It was a girl with a veil and purple eyes.

In the inscription in the upper left corner are written a few lines of words with the scent of ink.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman.

There is a touch of sadness between the lines, and there is a reluctant kiss, and there is a tear at the end of the question.

Men don't flick when they have tears, and once they cry, they are emotional.

Once emotional, it is a mark that cannot be forgotten in this life.

With a whirl, the ethereal wind in the sky blew the unclosed windows, blowing the paintings that were placed on the table to the ground.

The beautiful woman in the painting comes out of the painting with a faint shimmer.

She looked at the sleeping Han Tianyi, her purple eyes flashed slightly, she gently walked to the young man's side and covered the quilt for him: "I, I don't deserve to be so good to me." ”

Sha Luo thought that his soul was going to disappear between heaven and earth, it was Han Tianyi's obsession in his heart to keep the last trace of Sha Luo's soul.

She was in chaos, not knowing the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, and not knowing where she was now.

Until a teenager called out one after another, and finally woke Sharo up in chaos.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in the painting.

Sara is free to move around like a normal person, but she is only a wisp of soul and cannot appear in the daytime.

She didn't understand why she had become the person in the painting.

But she knew she wasn't dead.

The obsession in Han Tianyi's heart kept a trace of Sharo's soul.

The paintbrush in his hand gradually completes Sharo's soul and makes her a spirit in the painting.

The spirit in the painting, this is a very old legend.

Legend has it that a person who has the power of heaven and earth can give spirits to the paintings he paints.

Let the painting have life.

Sharo never imagined that such an incredible thing would happen to him.

Han Tianyi actually had the power of heaven and earth, and Sha Luo looked at the sleeping boy in disbelief.

My heart was filled with emotion.

I once thought that in this world, Yama was the whole world of her Shaluo.

He cried, and she cried.

He laughed, and she laughed too.

When he died, she followed.

But who would have thought that in the end she did not die.

Han Tianyi gave her a new life, this man who only looked like she had met once, actually loved her so much!