So, what should be your own artistic conception...... Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes, and the whole person suddenly became a little different at this moment, and after a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his eyes, took out a piece of rice paper, and drew it.

The pen in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand was like flowing water, and there was no pause for half a minute, and gradually, a figure with one hand pinching the trick appeared on the rice paper.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a hint of concentration, at this moment, everything around him could not affect Yuwen Zhouyuan's mood, what he thought in his head, what he saw in his eyes, all of them were the ruthless realm of the middle-aged scribe.

The pen in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand is getting faster and faster, and finally there are almost afterimages, after a long time, suddenly Yuwen Zhouyuan's right hand was stunned, and the pen in his hand snapped, breaking from the middle, and the soft tip of the pen fell to the ground of the green bricks with a snap, and the hard green bricks were pierced.

For all this, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't pay any attention, he couldn't take his eyes off the portrait on the rice paper, this portrait had already taken shape, the middle-aged scribe was lifelike, his right hand pinched the trick, and on his body, there was a breath of despair, but this breath was not exposed, all of it was constricted.

Yuwen Zhouyuan slowly closed his eyes, felt for a long time, and gently hung up the portrait of the middle-aged scribe.

"It's still a little worse, the artistic conception is not ...... enough," Yuwen Juyuan muttered to himself.

The gap is in that ruthless artistic conception, Yuwen Zhouyuan can only draw it according to his own final allegation, but there is still a gap compared to the real ruthless artistic conception of the middle-aged scribe.

Yuwen Juyuan looked at the broken brush in his hand, was silent for a moment, and with a wave of his right hand, another Jinlan pen appeared in his hand, and then he took out a piece of rice paper and drew it......

Time passes, the years are in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, it is another ten years!

In the past ten years, Yuwen Zhouyuan's appearance has become old, his sideburns are mixed with some white hair, his straight posture is also slightly hunchbacked, and the whole person looks like he is about to enter his twilight years.

In the past ten years, there have been more than 20,000 patients in Yuwen Zhouyuan, of which there are thousands of lives and deaths.

Yuwen Juyuan has painted many paintings in the past ten years, but except for the portrait of the ruthless scribe and the comfortable beauty, he did not paint the portrait of the true monarch of the time artistic conception of the Qing Mizu Sect.

In fact, the portrait of the thirty-year-old beautiful woman, he had already made it nine years ago, although it was the same as the portrait of the middle-aged scribe, there was a gap and could not be perfected, but Yuwen Juyuan knew that this was because he had not reached the true monarch cultivation.

The old man in the yellow shirt of Yuwen Zhouyuan is because he can't draw the traces of the old man's artistic conception on the portrait no matter what, and for nine years, for nine years, Yuwen Zhouyuan has never succeeded.

Although he has painted countless portraits of the old man in the yellow shirt, none of them can contain the artistic conception of the passage of time, and they were all destroyed by him in the end.

On this day, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the portrait of the old man in the yellow shirt that had been formed on the rice paper, sighed lightly, wiped his right hand on the paper, and suddenly the rice paper turned to ash. After a few moments of silence, he stood up and slowly opened the door of the shop.

The soft sunlight fell on him, and Yuwen Juyuan took a wooden chair, sat at the door, and quietly looked at the passers-by around him, and the brewery opposite him had expanded several times in the past nine years.

Not long after, a three- or four-year-old toddler poked out his little head from the winery, and when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan, he immediately made a small mouth and ran a few steps to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side, and he was still carrying a wine jug in his little hand, and after handing it to Yuwen Zhouyuan, he said in a milky voice: "Grandpa Yuwen, this is the wine I stole for you, where is the sugar?"

Yuwen Juyuan had a happy smile on his face, touched the child's head, flipped his right hand, and there was an extra pill the size of a fingernail in his hand, and after throwing it to the child, he took a sip of the wine jug.

The young boy hurriedly swallowed it in one gulp, with a satisfied expression on his face, two little hands on his chin, and said curiously: "Grandpa Yuwen, is this wine delicious? ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly, at this time, in the wine shop, a strong man walked out, this strong man's appearance can vaguely see the tiger-headed young man back then, after he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan, his eyes showed a look of concern, stepped forward, and said with concern: "Uncle Yuwen, I can't drink anymore today!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and said, "Okay, just take a sip, don't drink it today!Xiaohu, how is your father?"

Xiaohu's face showed a gloomy look and said, "Uncle Yuwen, my father is an old problem, it's fine." ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed secretly, the reincarnation of mortals, he can't interfere, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is part of the way of heaven, Xiaohu married the daughter of the teahouse cow shopkeeper six years ago, and the young child is his child.

"Grandpa Yuwen, you haven't told me yet, whether this wine tastes good or not. The young boy asked reluctantly tugging on Yuwen Jooyuan's arm.

Xiaohu looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, sighed lightly and said, "Your grandfather Yuwen is not drinking wine, but life perception......"

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced back at Xiaohu, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, patted his arm, and said, "Xiaohu, take the child back, I'll go around the street." ”

Xiaohu snatched the wine jug in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand, put it in the hall of Chenyuan Hall, then closed the door, and said, "Uncle Yuwen, you promised me just now, you won't drink it today!"

Yuwen Juyuan smiled and got up and walked towards the street, his slightly staggering back, full of twilight.

Xiaohu sighed lightly, took the child's little hand, and returned to the winery, the child pursed his lips, and said happily to Xiaohu: "Dad, the sugar that Grandpa Yuwen gave me is delicious, every time I finish eating, I feel warm all over my body......"

Yuwen Zhouyuan walked on this old street, where he had lived for more than ten years, and it didn't take long to come to the corner of the street, but at this moment, suddenly a tall horse came galloping quickly, and there was a middle-aged man sitting on the horse, this person's face was quite ugly, and there was even blood left on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he rode a horse all the way across the street, he suddenly saw Yuwen Zhouyuan at a glance, and then pulled the horse rope with his right hand, and in the long neighing of the horse, the middle-aged man jumped from the horse, and came to Yuwen Zhouyuan in a few steps, and before he could speak, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

In the blood, there was still a trace of internal organs, this person's face was bloodless, his body shook, he fell to the ground, and said urgently: "Mr. Yuwen, help!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression was as usual, and he glanced at this person indifferently, this person is Ma Yunqiao, who has offered a large amount of gold and silver during the holidays for more than ten years!

"If there's something, take your time. Yuwen Juyuan said.

"Mr. Yuwen, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is in danger!" In Ma Yunqiao's hurried words, Yuwen Zhouyuan gradually understood the reason, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World somehow provoked a powerful opponent, that person was a monk with great powers, as soon as this monk appeared, the cultivators around His Royal Highness the Prince left one after another not to participate.

Now that the prince was already hiding in the palace, the monk seemed to have some scruples and was inconvenient to enter the palace, so he vented his anger on the prince's entourage.

Ma Yunqiao was quite clever, and left immediately when he saw that things were not good, but he was also swept away by the monk's men and was seriously injured, and the only thing that came to his mind in his panic was Yuwen Zhouyuan!

As he was talking, suddenly from outside the street, a young monk wearing a red Taoist robe walked in, this person looked domineering, and walked towards the place where Ma Yunqiao was located step by step.

When Ma Yunqiao saw this monk, his body immediately trembled, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the whole person immediately withered, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan in despair, and said, "Save me......" After speaking, he tilted his head and fainted.

The monk sneered, glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, waved his right hand, and suddenly a black aura that was invisible to mortals spread out from his hand, turning into a huge skull in mid-air, and swallowed fiercely towards Ma Yunqiao, this monk was ruthless, and he was already wrapped in Yuwen Zhouyuan.

In his eyes, although this Yuwen Zhouyuan was just a mortal, when Ma Yunqiao fled for his life, he actually came to find this person, and it must have been very related, so he simply killed them all.

As for killing mortals, if there is any trouble, there is also his master who wants to be here, and there is a trace of cruelty on his face.

Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned, if this monk was just looking for trouble with Ma Yunqiao, he might not participate, although this Ma Yunqiao has respected him well for more than ten years, but although Yuwen Zhouyuan will make a move, it is just to save Ma Yunqiao's life, and he will not make any moves against the little Taoist.

But now there is only a little monk of Zhenyuan cultivation in this area, and even he is counted, Yuwen Zhouyuan's face is as usual, his eyes are calm, and his right hand is waved lightly, as if to repel mosquitoes.

Suddenly, the formed skull, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, screamed, did not dare to swallow, but hurriedly retreated.

It's just that it's still a step too late, and with a wave of Yuwen Zhouyuan's right hand, a suction force appeared from the soul bead and swallowed the skull, and then the soul bead flew back into Yuwen Zhoudi's hand after it lit up violently.

The little Taoist priest's face rose unusually ruddy, and at the moment when the skull was swallowed, his mind was already damaged, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, he fled in panic without saying a word.

Yuwen Zhouyuan stared coldly at this person's back, there was no killer, his current entry into the mortal was already in the final stage, and he really didn't want to be in a bad mood for many years because of such a trivial matter.

It didn't take long for the Taoist priest to leave from the time he appeared, and in addition, extraordinary people were visible, so it did not affect the mortals on the street.

At most, it just feels like a cold wind blowing.

However, there are still a lot fewer pedestrians on the streets, and the main reason for this is due to Ma Yunqiao's vomiting blood and fainting.

Ma Yunqiao's hometown had moved out of this street eight years ago, and at this time, few people recognized Ma Yunqiao's identity.

Yuwen Juyuan sighed, walked slowly to a grocery store next to him with his hands behind his back, and after entering, the shopkeeper of the grocery store immediately bent forward.

Yuwen Zhouyuan pointed to Ma Yunqiao, who had fainted not far away, and said, "Shopkeeper, please find two guys and carry this person to Chenyuan Hall." ”