I picked up the moon-white monk's robe, spread it on the ground, devoured the blood, used my fingers as a pen and blood as ink, and sketched the red plum after the snow.

One is Pan, the second is Shen, the third is Cao, and I only painted half of the fourth.

The woman behind her came out of the silk soft quilt, hugged my waist, bit my back skin, exhaled softly against my ear, and said in a very soft voice: "Ah Shui, I will only treat you today as Chen Shuihan of the Supreme Induction Sect. That's all I can do, don't blame me, and don't think about it again, okay?"

Huh, what can I say?

I did what I was supposed to do, I didn't do anything I shouldn't.

Perhaps, she herself is a little confused now, and she doesn't know whether she should like the way I should be, or resent me for not doing what I shouldn't do.

So she kept hiding behind my back, just secretly saying, "Ah Shui, I know you are very good at painting." I saw them all yesterday and I loved them all. Can you draw another one for me?

Did I say anything?

I know whose portrait she wants!

Who else could it be besides Lingxingzi?

So I tore off a piece of white silk, hung it in the air, grabbed a pen, and used only pure ink, dotting and dating. The fine ink halo, lightly dyed, like light smoke and thick fog, gradually "pushed" a woman out.

"You don't like it. ”

She was a little surprised, and immediately became even more surprised.

"How do you draw this?"

Then I suddenly stopped breathing, held my breath, and my ten fingernails grabbed my flesh and blood deeply without knowing it, and a pair of white arms of lotus jade strangled my chest like iron pillars and almost suffocated me. But I didn't know that the brocade carpet on her body had slipped off, and she had fallen into my sight.

There are many, many images of Lingxingzi that are recognized.

On the portrait of the patriarch disclosed to the world by the Three Immortals, Ling Xingzi is a noble and dignified empress. Wearing a python robe, wearing a dragon crown, stepping on a phoenix, Yugui on the left, and a long sword on the right, there is endless compassion in the phoenix's eyes, looking at all the female cultivators trapped by suffering in this world.

But the first time I saw her portrait on Lianyun Peak was in a myth, and the absurd story described her as a deviant female thief. Rude, foul-smelling, blue-faced and fanged, riding a giant crocodile, driving the demon wind, dancing with eleven white bone god and demon beads, he is an authentic man-eating demon.

And in Xie Daoqing's library, I saw a portrait in her collection. It was depicted by a certain Yuanying Zhenjun in Shangyang Palace who had been able to see Lingxingzi, and then copied and dispersed. It's a different picture in this picture. A thin and thin female Taoist girl sat very lazily under the tree, her sword was not in her hand, she was thrown aside, and she was just scratching a wishful sword. It is very comfortable, carefree and free, and it is very the style of a sage in the bamboo forest and a Taoist pioneer.

Later, I saw more and more portraits of women on this absolute topic in the cultivation realm, but there are a thousand ways to say it for a thousand people. There are worshippers, haters, curiosity, evidence, respect, contempt, followers, and anti-defilement.

It's really a woman who can't tell the truth.

Lingxingzi stands tall in the East China Sea, with a superb demeanor, unparalleled in swordsmanship, and likes to act chivalrous, save the needy, and do many, many earth-shattering things for those women who are imprisoned, enslaved, n, bullied, hunted, trafficked, and slaughtered.

She has a wide range of friends. Although it is not the one with the highest force among the primordial gods, nor is it the one with the strongest force among the female primordial gods, there are few people who stand in front of her without bowing their heads.

How would I go about painting such a woman?

I also admire such a woman, admire her for the sake of morality in her heart and truly practice her last virtue, I am in awe of her courage to face those powerful beings who are absolutely impossible to defeat and only die in battle for the sake of those who are weak, and I admire her for the advice I brought from another world with a golden finger and really dared to die!

How can I paint such a woman?

Confused fog, reckless mountains, forest rocks and evil streams, tigers, wolves and demons, just like this damn world, this world that should be buried. A woman, standing at the front of the sky, tore off all the covers, so that the starry sky in the sky really showed a corner.

What shocks people's hearts is not the huge iron sword in her hand, what attracts people's eyes is not the swollen curve of the muscles of her body, it is not the mountain of bones under her sword, not the lacerations and scars on her body like a cloak.

It's her eyes!

Bright as the stars!

The gaze is as straight as a sword!

I used all the Kenshin Hui Kendo I deduced, and only drew her eyes!

I used all the Xuanyuan sword intent I had deciphered, and only drew her as a person!

I used all the things I had read in the red Taoist books, and only drew the background of the cannibalism!

"How did I draw?"

"And what about my drawing?"

The fine jade falls red fat, and the plum fragrance is accompanied by cold!

"Fellow Catyasha Daoist, I bother you to send me here, and thank you for covering up for so many days in front of me, I thank you for being here. ”

I stood on a tidal dock and said goodbye to the cat lady in front of me.

"What shall I call you, little one, what do you mean by this dress?"

Catyasha covered his forehead and wanted to die with a headache!

This world has become so difficult, why do you have to go out of so many situations with a little boy?

Why?

Because I've changed my clothes again!

I am dressed in the classic costume of a young man in the rivers and lakes, wearing a white robe, a white sword, a white belt on my head, riding a white horse, my eyes are like a star, my face is like a crown of jade, and my lips are better than Zhu, I am really handsome and chic!

Not to mention, on the placket of my robe, there are four big clusters of red plums. This is naturally what you should understand is to understand, and what you shouldn't understand is to appreciate the painting.

"I'm now a lonely Han Mountain cultivator Chen Haiyang. ”

I smiled and gently explained the identity I had chosen.

Really.

Catyasha's pupils were lined up with anger, and a mouthful of silver teeth creaked and creaked.

This little ancestor really has the intention to die!

"Do you know what Lonely Cold Mountain is?"

Hahahaha!

How did I not know?

Lonely Cold Mountain is just a pretext. This one is located in the north of the millions of miles like a dragon mountain, the spiritual veins are broken, and the stars are scattered into beads, so it can't get out of the big sect, and it can't support the cultivation of the Yuanshen Zhenyi Shenjun, so it was occupied by the Yuanying Zhenjun and Jindan Zhenren from all walks of life, and made into a loose cultivation dojo.

It's a pity that Lonely Cold Mountain is also an incision in the cultivation realm.

Killing the Way!

The nest of killers in the world!

I can't say I'm a killer right now.

Hehe, who told me to owe a life to the previous generation of Sect Masters of the Killing Dao, and then I was caught by this generation of Sect Masters?

Dugufeng, I remember you!11