This is an inn, the inn is quiet, because the calligraphy and painting conference has just begun, and the surrounding wine shops may be shoulder to shoulder, but there are not many people in the inn.

What Meng Po asked for was a private room, which was very large, so there was already a blank sheet of paper spread on the table.

Tang Qian said, "What do you want me to draw?"

Meng Po took out a long scroll, this long scroll seemed to have too many traces of time, the scroll was mottled and scattered, and when the scroll was opened, it could be seen that it was a portrait of a man, but perhaps it was too long ago to see the face clearly, and he held a sword in his hand and a small wine gourd tied around his waist...... Only this wine gourd is still somewhat clear in this person's body, Tang Qian always feels that this gourd is somewhat familiar, but he can't remember where he has seen it.

There are many people who like to drink, and there are also many people who wear a wine gourd around their waists.

"I need you to redraw this man. "Meng Po's request made Tang Qian one head and two big.

Tang Qian had already taken out the pen and ink, but put it down again, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know who this painter is, and I don't have a reference, how can I draw his appearance?"

In an instant, Tang Qian understood why all the painters Meng Po had found before couldn't complete this matter.

Meng Po seemed to have known Tang Qian's reaction for a long time: "If you can't draw it on paper, I won't be able to tell you the news at all." ”

In fact, the most basic level of the monk's painting art is actually the most basic level of the monk's painting art, simply put, it is to give the painting a certain amount of mana, so that it can stand out from the paper, this most basic level of the Yueran paper just makes the painting "live", but there is no need to paint any combat power at all, it is almost useless.

For example, if you paint a portrait of Zhang Kai, as long as you are cultivated enough, you can paint it, but your painting skills are not high, and you are not familiar with Zhang Kaikai's mana spells, you can only draw a flower shelf, and the picture scroll of a real Chinese master can even reach seventy percent of the strength of the character being painted.

Of course, to complete a painting like that, the monk needs to have enough cultivation, for example, to paint Zhang Kai, at least the painter needs to be the same return to the realm, and it is also necessary to get something like blood on Zhang Kai's body - otherwise it is difficult to reach that level of power.

This is also the reason why although the art of painting is flourishing, it is difficult to produce a master who is in charge of himself.

The dome of combat power is too low.

Tang Qian understood that Meng Po was the only person who wanted to know about the Immortal Immortal, and he could only complete this strange painting as much as possible, so he asked, "Then who is this person?"

When Meng Po said about this person, there was an extraordinary tenderness between his words: "He is good at using a sword, and when the sword comes out, the five elements are born together, and he is also very modest, even if he already has his own system with a sword, he does not claim to be a great way, but calls himself a small five-element swordsmanship." And he was suave, a first-class beautiful man at that time......"

The more Tang Qian listened, the more wrong he became: "You better stop being a nymphomaniac...... Why don't you tell me what he looks like, be specific?" Tang Qian remembered that Meng Po said that he had found a painter equivalent to more than 90,000 years in the Quartet Realm, could it be that this person was a person who was active 100,000 years ago, and he must have seen him...

...

Meng Po's face turned grim: "I forgot." ”

"Huh?" Tang Qian's exaggerated cry could be heard three blocks away.

Meng Po's face turned red: "I naturally think about him day and night, but this painting has been ruined, I can only see a blank face every day, but I still like him, miss him, you also know that the underworld has been longer, millions of years, and finally even the appearance of 'him' in my heart has become faceless." ”

Tang Qian almost cried: "Otherwise, let's change the request, I really need to find the Immortal Immortal." ”

Meng Po's tone was very calm: "I also need you to restore this painting." ”

Tang Qian said helplessly: "Then what else do you know about this person, or what happened between you?" Tang Qian thought that he might have accidentally seen this person 100,000 years ago, but Meng Po seemed to be a little hesitant when he mentioned his identity, and he didn't want to say it.

Meng Po's face turned even redder: "I, I once saw him at a cultivation conference, the fierce beast was in chaos, no one could control it, when he came out of the sword, he casually cut off the head of the fierce beast, drank wine and left, and said that it was for the apprentice to make amends, not to have anything to do with us righteous monks, the two do not owe each other, it is the best, that is probably the four directions 120,000 years ago......

Tang Qian's face completely collapsed, that time should have been the beginning of the end of the law era, and the era of the immortal immortal that Tang Qian arrived at was the end of the end of the law era, simply put, it was impossible to meet, so he had to say in a tone that he was about to die: "Please continue." ”

Meng Po's complexion and hair were white, so her blushing was obvious, even red to the root of her ears: "I only know that he was the Great Sword Immortal at that time, and I was a very small monk, so it was impossible to intersect, and then I tossed and found out the location of his mountain gate, so I secretly went over, and then found that his portrait was hanging in the ancestral hall, and then I went to steal it." ”

Tang Qian said dryly: "Very good, I already know that he is a man, and he is still the ancestor of a sect, what is this sect called?"

Meng Po was very embarrassed and said: "I don't know, they don't have any names, but they are still a little famous, I remember the name of his apprentice, his name is not known to the entire Quartet Realm, even his apprentice is tight-lipped like a bottle." ”

Things will not have the most trouble, there will only be more trouble, it turns out that the name of this person is not known.

Tang Qian had already begun to pack up his ink brushes, and he finally needed the news of the immortal immortals, but the method of painting was useless.

Meng Po also knew the difficulty of this matter, a little discouraged and a little angry, and muttered: "I haven't said what his apprentice's name is!"

Tang Qian's hand didn't stop at all, and said, "You can say it completely, I'm listening." ”

Meng Po sighed and said: "He has an apprentice named Du Lishan, I heard that he is a big monster, he suppressed it for hundreds of years after killing countless people, and his temperament gradually became docile before he was released to continue to travel around the world - he is really a gentle man." ”

Tang Qian can already be automatic

Ignore Meng Po's words, because Du Lishan he had seen, and was even familiar with, and his master—

"The person you're talking about can't be called Du Tian. Tang Qian's face was not good-looking at all.

The phantom of the middle-aged man before almost killed himself, although he was Du Lishan's master, Tang Qian also wanted to find this Du Tian Sword Immortal to settle the score.

However, it is estimated that he was able to make himself so miserable at that time, Du Tian is probably also a returning monk...... Tang Qian thought helplessly.

"I ...... I don't know if it's the name. Meng Po's voice pulled Tang Qian back to reality.

Tang Qian's pen was already stained with ink, and with just a wave of his brush, a person's figure appeared on the paper as soon as he entered it, and the direction of the ink and the strength of his hand were all in his calculations. Then the brush in his hand was like a flying leaf through a flower, extremely precise and fast, and in just a few breaths, a portrait of a man appeared on the paper.

Meng Po looked at the painting in a daze, and said softly: "Like! very similar!" There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but soon there were tears in her eyes, and she wanted to cry.

She didn't know how Tang Qian knew what Du Tian looked like, but she knew that she could live so long because she was in the underworld, and Du Tian couldn't live forever, if she had such a painting, she would only be able to miss someone who had died a long time ago.

Even after so many years, Meng Po has divided her doppelganger again and again, not caring that each doppelganger is weak, not caring that the phantom body of life and death has reduced her own cultivation a lot, and even her face has become old and her hair has turned white, and she has to wait for a familiar person in front of every Nai He bridge in the underworld.

"It's a pity that I've never seen him......" Meng Po sighed softly.

The lifespan of a person is limited, and her cultivation is not enough to check the book of life and death, and the reason why she has not seen Du Tian in the underworld is only one possibility, Du Tian has entered some danger, and his god is destroyed - his soul also died in it.

"It's good to just have a painting. Meng Po sighed softly. The passage of time made her chances of meeting Du Tian in the underworld more and more slim, but she was still gambling on that eventuality.

Tang Qian's painting had already been painted, he didn't use too much mana, after all, he didn't need to draw a truly cultivated Du Tian, but he injected more mana than the Yueran paper, so that Du Tian's portrait was substantial, and then walked out of the painting.

Meng Po looked at the man who was already standing in front of her, and said softly, "I miss you so much......"

Tang Qian looked at Meng Po, who had already hugged Du Tian's portrait, and didn't know what to say, he seemed to have something to say before the painting.

Meng Po whispered: "I have wanted to see you for many days and nights, and now that my wish has been fulfilled, I may not continue to wait for someone who can't wait, since you are already in front of me, I may be able to pin this thought on you......"

Legend has it that a scholar once fell in love with a beautiful woman in a painting hanging from the sect, Xiuxian asked, and finally broke the mountain gate just to get a painting, this situation and this scene are somewhat similar, Tang Qian still has something to say, opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak, because Meng Po was whining in the portrait of Du Tianhuai

cried.

Tang Qian tried to say something: "That ......"

Meng Po's cry was louder than his: "My hair is gray now, and the corners of my eyes are a little wrinkled, I won't be Meng Po from tomorrow onwards, whoever wants to be whom, whoever is willing to feed Meng Po soup to those souls one by one, I want to be with you...... Forever ......" Meng Po's eyes were full of affection, and she seemed to have forgotten Tang Qian's existence.

Tang Qian really couldn't stand it, and said: "Actually, Du Tian may still be alive! Two days ago, I met Brother Du Lishan, he wanted to find his master, they used secret methods to sleep, and they wanted to survive the era of the end of the law, and the result is now!"

Meng Po's eyes went from full of love to surprise, then to incredible, and then to Tang Qian: "In other words, I may still see the living Du ...... Du Lang. ”

Tang Qian sighed: "Well, you don't need to hold a portrait and go crazy, whether you can have a marriage with the real Du Tian or it depends on your own ability, I told you the news, can you tell me where the immortal immortal is?"

Meng Po's face was still red, but she had calmed down and bit her lip: "Don't, why don't you tell me more about you and your big brother Tateyama, as well as his master, how do you know what he looks like?"

Tang Qian smiled bitterly: "We can't do one thing at a time, I have painted a portrait of you, you should tell me about the immortal." ”

Meng Po smiled: "But I only have this one thing on hand that you are interested in, and it is difficult for me to tell you but not to talk about Du Lang." ”

Tang Qian now wants to find a chance to compete with Du Tian with a sword, isn't it a sword immortal, don't use cultivation to suppress me if you have the ability, and don't let a woman who likes you come to trouble me.

(End of chapter)