Since the end of the painting buying turmoil, Lin Fan has become completely famous. Thousands of people come to the humble painting house every day, men, women and children, traders and commoners, royal dignitaries, and people from all walks of life. It can be said that in Mochizuki is almost red. Even the century-old Longkong Xuan, when the business was at its hottest, it was far from this formation.

Before evening, there was a long queue in front of the small art house, and many people were quietly waiting for the art house to open with golden tickets in their hands.

But disappointingly, the young man did not come that night. Many people waited all night in vain.

In fact, Zhuo Yifan came here after the work was finished that night, but he only saw so many people guarding here. Suddenly lost his nature, and had to turn back halfway.

He wanted to build momentum for the studio, but the situation was not what he wanted. He created momentum, and all of this was to pave the way for Lin Fan and break the karma of his previous life. Naturally, he himself is not a gentleman, nor a villain, nor a saint. So there is no need for so many people to be sought after.

In life, there are things to do and things not to do.

Zhuo Yifan didn't know what he would do in the future and what he was pursuing. But at least for now, he only wants to be himself and Zhuo Yifan! Regain the lost one! He wants to realize a feeling, a feeling that is not bound by cause and effect, and is not bound by fate.

For the next month, the doors of the art house were locked, and the people's interest gradually faded. A qiē seems to return to normal.

On this day, in the early morning, the door of the painting house opened, and Zhuo Yifan looked at the empty painting house, and his heart was stunned. He stood here in silence for a long time. Looking for the quiet that was buried deep in my heart.

The painting tools are ready. Zhuo Yifan gently lifted the pen. He hadn't painted for more than 30 days, but he didn't feel unfamiliar, but a sense of familiarity came over him.

Tapping the azure blue colored ink, Zhuo Yifan exhaled deeply. On a square scroll that is five meters long and wide, a new world is depicted.

This time, he wants to recreate the "Reed Galaxy Map", the taboo that almost made him go mad and die!

Since that time he went mad, the method of Tianyan has become an indelible pimple in his heart, and he has not touched it. Or rather, they don't dare to touch it. Because Zhuo Yifan was afraid, afraid that with his immature mind, he would fall into the Tao again.

However, the teenager at this moment cannot speak at the same time.

In the past two years, the young man has been tempered by the heat and worldliness, which has already raised his mind and mood to a new level. Although he is young on the outside, he is a thousand times more mature on the inside than any boy of the same age in this world. Perseverance is a thousand times greater.

The white scroll and the little charm on his fingertips seemed to blend together, and the brush in the young man's hand shuttled back and forth among the stars. Like the reed in the galaxy chart, it exudes endless divine power!

If there are monks in Mochizuki City, they will definitely find that there are many more spirits between heaven and earth at this moment, that is, even the thin heaven and earth aura is much thicker than before.

The monks cheered and seized the opportunity to practice at this moment, but they didn't know what kind of power was awakened behind that supernatural spirit......

At this moment, the fire of Shura was rekindled! and summoned the aura of the entire heaven and earth to gather here, telling the people that the tenth generation of the Great Asura Demon Emperor was about to recover!

For seven days, Zhuo Yifan lived in the painting house, composing the stars under his hands, creating a completely different vastness.

Finally, at noon on the eighth day, this reed galaxy map was finally completed. That reed, that old way, a full eight thousand and six star points, are perfectly presented. It just looks like it's almost the same as the original picture, but it's still a little different.

Because of this picture, it integrates Zhuo Yifan's meaning!

As I was observing, there was a creak. The doorway was pushed open, and a child, cautiously poking his head out.

This is a very young child, not yet three years old, who has just learned to walk, and walks crookedly and staggeringly, but he is very hard, and refuses to let the attendants behind him help him.

The child walked a few steps and came to Zhuo Yifan's side, with a pair of big eyes rolling around, staring at the galaxy map intently.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the child, smiled, and reached out to gently rub the young man's little head: "Do you like this painting?"

"Babble!" the child seemed to understand what it meant, and milky sounds sounded in his mouth. He sucked his fingers and looked at the young man in front of him, innocent. It's like a porcelain doll, cute and immature, and cute.

Zhuo Yifan smiled dumbly. Slowly rolled up the painting, pulled a red silk from the side, tied it up, and gently handed it to the child.

The child took the scroll, his face was full of smiles, revealing two small dimples that were shallow on the side of his cheeks, and babbling at Zhuo Yifan several times, as if thanking him. He walked towards the door with a smile on his face.

Zhuo Yifan got up and followed the child, only to see a stunning woman standing at the door, dressed in better clothes, with wide sleeves flying, her eyes clear like autumn water, delicate and white like clotted fat, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers all over her body. The woman looked at the child with love in her eyes, and her eyes lit up when she saw the child stumbling into her arms with a picture scroll in her hand.

After she hesitated, she slowly unfolded the scroll, but she was taken aback, flattered and approached with the painting, slightly waved Zhuo Yifan, and said: "Huarong came uninvited, I hope Senior Lin will not blame." Although Hua Rong doesn't know how to paint, he also knows that the value of this painting is immeasurable, and this gift is too precious for Hua Rong to receive. ”

Several guards and maids at the door were all surprised when they saw that Concubine Hua actually objected to this young man's respectful salute. They are close to Concubine Hua, they have never been out of the palace all these years, and they don't know Zhuo Yifan's identity, nor do they know about the daughter's painting house.

Under the surprised gaze of these people, Zhuo Yifan leaned over and picked up the young man, shook his head and said, "It's just a blank piece of paper." Before he grows up, please be sure to take care of it for him. After speaking, he looked out the door and said lightly, "Brother Chen is here?"

After speaking, I saw an old man coming from outside the door, and said respectfully: "The old man is here!"

Seeing this, the hearts of the people behind him trembled again. Who is this young man? Why does Chen Gong have to grovel when he sees him?

"It's good to come, this painting is very important. After a while, I will be tired of Brother Chen worrying more on the road. If it falls into the hands of the wicked, it will be very troublesome. Zhuo Yifan said.

"The old man has written it down!" Chen Shijun nodded solemnly. Not to mention the mystery of this painting, just from this huge space, you can see that it is extraordinary. Chen Shijun's eyes were a little solemn, he knew that from this moment on, he was careless at all.

Hua Rong handed the scroll to Chen Shijun, and then Zhuo Yifan said a few words to Hua Rong alone, took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Hua Rong.

At this time, Hua Rong's face was a little ugly: "Senior Lin ......"

"Don't be nervous. Zhuo Yifan looked at her fixedly: "For a hundred years of empire, it is common for the rise and fall to change. Beitang is kind to me, if one day, this place will not be peaceful. All the mother had to do was take out the pine needle in the cloth bag and pray sincerely. I will come in person to help the virtuous brother. ”

"Thank you...... Predecessor. ”

Hua Rong carefully put away the package, his face was certain, and he quickly returned to his normal color. Before leaving, she couldn't help but look at the boy twice. She never thought that the boy she had known for two years was actually the legendary Cunzài...... (To be continued......)