The daily life of Youmingfeng continued, and disciples of the Dao Yi Sect could often see a little boy being forced to learn various skills. From the qin and flute to the carved characters, and even because of the broken mouth of the clay puppet, the woman added oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to Ye Hansheng. Ling Qi, who was hanging from the tree, looked at the scene of the woman reprimanding and the boy learning, and recalled that he would be dragged by his mother at school and said Why don't you learn from Xiao Liu next door, and shook his head and looked at the sky and smiled.

Ye Hansheng finished the training in front of the hall and was going to the kitchen behind the hall to train, while the woman was leaning against the tree and reading a book, looking up at the kitchen from time to time.

Speaking of that kitchen, this is still a design drawing drawn by Ling Qi, and the decoration inside is full of a strong absurdist style. Where did you come from the kitchen, that day Ye Hansheng excused himself not to study without a kitchen, and saw Ling Qi, who had been cheated by him, look at him embarrassedly, and shrank in the corner with his head in his hands. The woman smiled and took out a drawing from the storage bag that could not see the straight line, looked at the drawing and frowned, and pointed her right hand to the ground, and the kitchen rose from the floor.

The woman looked at the clay puppet hanging from the tree, and then looked at the kitchen that she didn't like at all, and asked: "What is the design of your house, how I look at it like a large coffin box, you just want to take revenge on the little hairy child for leaking secrets, you can't do anything about the house!" ”

Ling Qi didn't know how to explain it, he couldn't say that this design was what he saw in the block game building competition back then, it was ugly, but at that time, friends around him commented that it was extremely practical, but it was really like a coffin box. The clay puppet looked at the woman who fell into the book again, and thought about it, so he simply remained silent to the end.

Ye Hansheng finished cooking, looked at the two people under the tree, and saluted slightly: "Peak Master, did you put Brother Ling down?" ”

The woman sat at the table and put a chopstick dish in her mouth, then nodded slightly and said, "You can move on to the next item." As for this broken mouth, the rope is to help him lock his soul, what are you doing when you put it down? ”

Ling Qi's thank you words were swallowed directly into his stomach, looking at the woman with a smile on her face, he took a deep breath and said in a calm tone: "It's okay, the scenery on the trees is better." ”

Ye Hansheng had no intention of participating in the conversation between the two at all, but after eating quickly, he put away the dishes and chopsticks and used a little dust removal technique in his right hand, and then went to practice carving. When the woman taught him, she had said that some special magic circles were meant to engrave spell characters on the spirit stone, and Ye Hansheng put away the idea of underestimating it, and now it was because of Ling Qi's strange suggestion that the characters of the levitation technique were engraved into a door panel.

The woman didn't care about the little gestures of the two in private, but asked the purpose of the engraving when he carved it, then pondered for a moment and changed the characters a few times, waved her hand and leaned against the tree to read the book.

A few days later, when the clay puppet used the spirit stone as an energy source to sit on the door panel and fly, the woman looked up and said a waste of spirit stone. Ling Qi didn't care either, he knew that the floating formation in this world had long since stopped using this stupid method. Floating flight does not use a large floating array, and the floating characters are dismantled and carved into a broken door panel, which is similar to making a fire and running to drill wood to make fire without igniting fire, which is really thankless.

As the next step in cooking, the woman dragged the little boy to the roof of the Dao Yi Sect, overlooking the panorama of the Dao Yi Sect from the top of the building, and then used the pen in her hand to draw this scenery into the white paper. The woman finished painting, looked at the painting and suddenly frowned, and then with a wave of the brush, a little rain appeared on the painting, and the woman looked at the sunny scenery outside and stretched her eyebrows.

"Doesn't the peak master like the sect at this time?" Ye Hansheng watched the woman's last stroke beside him, guessing his intentions.

The woman's expression was a little strange, and then she shook her head and said calmly, "Hansheng, do you remember when it rained last time in the sect?" ”

The little boy quickly replied, "It's the day of Xiaoxia this year." "The Tao Sect pursues the way of nature, and does not deliberately pray for rain, and this year's rain is less, so Ye Hansheng remembers it very clearly.

The woman smiled, looked at the little boy in front of her and replied, "So I just painted the sect of Xiaoxia's day, and it doesn't have any special meaning." ”

Then he reached out and touched Ye Hansheng's head, and said slowly: "Danqing's skill, I don't know what freehand love, I just want to be in a good mood and paint whatever I want." Of course, this is only my way, as for yourself, there will be a view that belongs to you. ”

"Disciple understands." Ye Hansheng shook off the hand that was touching him a little embarrassed, bowed and replied.

In the next few days, women often saw Ye Hansheng holding a pen and looking into the distance, but the little boy kept frowning and didn't put down the pen for a long time. The woman just smiled, and then leaned back under the tree and read the book.

"Do you just let your big disciple realize there by yourself, why do you talk about your own Tao, you say half hide and half hide." Ling Qi, who was hanging from the tree, looked at this irresponsible master and said a few words angrily.

"Because my Danqing was almost ruined by the little bastard, he said at the time that the impression was abstract, and the painting was a mess, and the painting was torn off, but now that I think about it, it's a pity. If you stay, it's a thought. You can disturb this little hairy child, all he needs is to find what he wants. The woman was in a rare good mood, looked at the little boy who couldn't write, smiled twice and picked up the book.

It's a pity that the woman's good mood only lasted for one day, and the next day when she saw the two troublemakers who were escorted to her peak, she only felt that her head hurt. After inquiry, I learned that the two people used the door panel to float in the air to draw a picture of the beauty bathing in the women's bath. The woman held her forehead, not knowing what to say, but asked the two of them to hand over the hidden painting. Looking at the painting, the woman glanced at Ye Hansheng with a strange expression, Ye Hansheng quickly shrank his head and said, "This is what Brother Ling asked me to change." ”

Ling Qi didn't blame the little hairy child for not being righteous, he just laughed twice, and quickly shrunk his head again.

The woman's face did not change, but she sighed and said, "Look for yourself, there is no one on this painting." Spread out the painting, I have to say that Ye Hansheng's painting skills can already be called everyone, and the bewitching beauty displayed on it makes people salivate, but it is necessary to ignore that the painting is bathed by the doll that Ling Qi called a radish. The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall also borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and turned the incident into a novel Ye Hansheng A few words, and then left.

After the law enforcement hall left, the woman didn't get angry, but just said to Ling Qi: "There is another one, you can hand it over!" Ling Qi was taken aback, looked at the smiling woman in front of him, sighed and took out a painting from his body, and then said as if he was resigned to his fate: "If you want to hang or bake, listen to it." ”

The woman spread out the painting, and soon confirmed that it was Ling Qi's handwriting, the painting was not good-looking, the proportion of the woman's figure was a little out of shape, but the woman looked a little strange, and then asked in a deep voice: "What are you painting me for?" ”

Yes, the woman in the painting is holding a book against a tree, but her face is a little blurred, and her figure is seven or eight points similar to that of this famous peak master.

Ling Qi was frank, looked directly at the woman and said, "I wanted to draw a picture of taking a bath, but as soon as I lifted the pen, I felt that the scenery in front of me was not enough, and then the scenery in the pen became like this." "Ling Qi really doesn't have any thoughts about women, but if anyone sees a stunning woman sitting in front of you reading a book every day, everyone will remember such a picture. And such a painting, how can an ordinary woman compare.

The woman laughed twice, then reached out and burned the painting in her hand, looked at the clay puppet that was still pressed to the ground, and said calmly: "Immortals can't speak, and of course they can't be seen. That is, your strange drawing method does not belong here, otherwise this clay puppet that you possess now should have been broken.

Then he looked at Ye Hansheng, who was still shrunk next to him, touched it and asked, "What did you originally draw?" ”

Ye Hansheng dodged the hand that touched him, stepped back a few steps and saluted, "It's a woman who can't see her face clearly." ”

"Why can't you see clearly?" The woman pulled the boy to her side, reached out and touched his head, and asked softly.

Ye Hansheng simply let the woman touch it, listened to the question and pondered for a while, before shaking his head and replying, "I don't know who I want to draw?" ”

The woman guided in a soft voice again: "Then why can you write?" ”

Ye Hansheng remembered something, was silent for a while, raised his head to look at the smiling peak master in front of him, and replied in a positive voice: "Disciple understands. ”

Ling Qi didn't understand these twists and turns, but he knew that this little boy was looking at the sunset in the west when he put down his pen, so this painting was not originally painted by anyone. However, Ling Qi was still very happy, looking at the scene in front of him, he only felt that the pure and beautiful painting just now would be burned.

Over the next few days, the little boy appeared all over the Dao Yi Sect, and he tried to put down his brush, but the scene in the painting was still that of a person who could not see clearly. Ye Hansheng was a little confused, he still tried his best to paint, and a few months later, when the clay puppet called for you to paint the person finally had a face, Ye Hansheng realized that he had something in his heart.

Ye Hansheng looked at the painting under his brush, the face in the painting was somewhat similar to himself, or a little similar to his mother, a little like Jiang Yilin, and a little like the peak master. Ye Hansheng only felt that his qi and blood were surging, and he desperately covered his mouth with his hands, but he couldn't cover the surging blood.

"Hansheng, let go of your heart." Ye Hansheng only felt a burst of warmth enveloping him, and listening to the voice of the peak master, he fell asleep groggily. The woman's face was a little anxious, she didn't know how Ye Hansheng drew herself, immortals can't be seen, forcing to paint will only be affected by cause and effect, this little hairy child is really messy!

Ling Qi watched from the sidelines and only felt weak, and he was suddenly a little afraid of cultivating immortals. But he still pulled himself together and asked the woman, "How is he, is there anything wrong?" ”

The woman pointed to the sky, and the characters converged, and then a complicated magic circle wrapped Ye Hansheng, and then pointed at Ye Hansheng a few times. She watched Ye Hansheng in the magic circle breathe calmly, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Fortunately, the person in the painting is not me after all." It's just that I suddenly believe what you said, and his way is different from mine. ”