The heavy rain had stopped, but the mountains and forests had been washed away by the rain for six whole days, the air was a little moist, the soil on the ground was very soft, and the leaves shook off the dew all over the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luoyang walked out of the stone gate, the pace was not fast, just like these days, passing through a small half of the mountain forest, crossing the stream, and going to the foothills of the ancient forbidden mountain to observe the cloud formation.

But this time, Luoyang's footsteps stopped in front of the stream.

Across the clear stream, Luoyang's eyes were calm, looking at the other bank, the young man who was still kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, Ji Nanhe's face was a little pale, his knees were sunk into the soft soil, his original noble clothes were full of mud and stone particles, a few strands of black hair hung down, stuck together, and the whole person was embarrassed.

Seeing Luoyang stop on the other side, Ji Nanhe's eyes suddenly swept away and looked at it with great respect.

"Why should I accept you?" Luoyang's slender body stood with his hands in his hands and asked lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Ji Nanhe was stunned for a moment, he never expected that this mysterious senior would ask such a question.

But it doesn't matter anymore, because in Ji Nanhe's opinion, no matter what this mysterious senior asks or says, it is more pleasant and touching than the sentence "I won't accept you" a few days ago, and what Ji Nanhe is most afraid of is the mysterious predecessor, and he doesn't say anything.

Ji Nanhe was careful and intelligent, and in just an instant, a variety of answers appeared in his flexible head.

Because the predecessor can get the full support of the Ji family on Yushu Island? No, this mysterious predecessor has amazing strength, and he must have already been a strong man beyond the limits of an island, how could he be moved by just one Ji family, Ji Nanhe immediately vetoed this answer.

Because...... The senior needs a disciple to accompany him? Indeed, this answer is obviously better than the previous one, because the white-haired senior on the other side, although the background of his actions is very mysterious, Ji Nanhe can clearly perceive the deep loneliness from the other party.

Like a hunter walking in the dark, even if his strength is amazing and his hunting skills are exquisite, he is still a lonely person after all, and the closest thing to him is those terrible beasts and enemies in the deep mountains.

But Ji Nanhe still vetoed this answer, because he felt that even if this mysterious powerhouse was really lonely, he would not need such absurd companionship.

This is a real powerhouse.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Nanhe's pale cheeks were inexplicably red, as if he was extremely embarrassed, and he shook his head at Luoyang at this moment.

Ji Nanhe really couldn't think of any reasonable reason.

Looking at the young man on the other side with a somewhat lost expression, Luo Yang couldn't help but feel a little funny, even he didn't expect that his casual question would make this young man think for so long, and in the end he couldn't get an answer.

"Tomorrow afternoon, bring a piece of paper and a pen and wait for me here. ”

Luoyang finally glanced at the embarrassed young man, threw out a sentence lightly, then turned around and walked straight towards the cave.

Ji Nanhe failed to answer the question of the mysterious powerhouse, he was extremely nervous at the moment, and he was even ready to accept the mysterious powerhouse's firm refusal again, but hearing this, Ji Nanhe obviously didn't expect it, and was stunned for a while.

It didn't take long for Ji Nanhe to finally come back to his senses, and he didn't know what he had learned from this sentence, his face showed a look of joy, and he nodded heavily to Luoyang's back.

"Juniors obey!"

Early the next morning.

There was still a long time before noon, and on the mountain path of the Ancient Forbidden Mountain, Ji Nanhe's figure had already appeared, his steps were brisk, wearing a new and neat white robe, his face was ruddy, and it was obvious that he had completely recovered after a whole night's rest.

With a precious demon brush and a neatly folded piece of rice paper, he returned to the stream again, sat down cross-legged, and quietly waited for Luoyang to appear.

Ji Nanhe's clear eyes contained a touch of deep expectation.

Although the mysterious senior still did not agree to accept him as an apprentice, he can be sure that this mysterious senior will never do anything meaningless, in other words, the matter of apprenticeship may have taken a turn for the better.

Sitting in front of the stream, Ji Nanhe did not show the slightest impatience, nor did he use cultivation to pass the time, he always paid attention to the movement of the stone gate, for fear that he would not notice the mysterious senior because of distraction, causing the mysterious senior to feel that he was insincere.

About two hours later, when noon was approaching, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Ji Nanhe.

"Get out the pen and paper. ”

The place where the voice came from was Luoyang, who had just returned from that cloud formation.

Ji Nanhe didn't expect the mysterious senior to appear from behind him, so he couldn't help scratching his head in confusion, and then he didn't think much about it, and hurriedly took out the paper and pen that had been prepared.

"Senior, are you asking me to write something?" Ji Nanhe got up quickly, holding an object in each hand at the moment, with puzzlement in his eyes, and asked Luoyang cautiously.

Luo Yang glanced at the pen and paper in the young man's hand, bowed his head slightly, and did not explain immediately, but turned slightly sideways and glanced at the cloudy and misty green mountains around the Ancient Forbidden Mountain.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome......"

Ji Nanhe always carefully observed Luoyang's actions, and at this moment, he didn't know what to guess in his heart, and muttered softly, "If the seniors want me to make any oath, in fact, I don't need to use this ordinary pen and ink, the juniors can directly make a blood oath to the Heavenly Dao......"

After a while, Luoyang withdrew his gaze from staring at the green mountains, glanced at the young man lightly at this moment, and after a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the high mountain in the distance.

"Draw a mountain. ”

Ji Nanhe followed Luoyang's fingers and looked over, and when he heard this sentence at this moment, he was stunned, and even couldn't believe his ears, but when he was full of surprise, and when he was about to ask, he found that the white-haired back, I don't know when, had gone to the other side of the stream, and gradually moved away.

A cold voice came.

"Wait for me here tomorrow afternoon. ”

Listening to this reverberating voice, Ji Nanhe's face suddenly became strange.

"Painting the Mountain ......"

Ji Nanhe looked at the towering green mountains in the distance again, then retracted his gaze, looked at the pen and paper in his hand, and unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

However, Rao is Ji Nanhe felt very strange in his heart, but he didn't think much about it, so he immediately sat down cross-legged, looked at the green mountains in the distance, and pointed out a wisp of ink on the tip of the pen with cultivation, and then lightly dipped the stream water, and sketched it on the rice paper.

Time passes.

Although Luoyang only gave Ji Nanhe a task and did not have any requirements, Ji Nanhe naturally did not dare to use any cultivation power, so he had to really draw the majestic green mountains on rice paper with his hands.

In fact, in the first half of the night, Ji Nanhe had already painted a green mountain, although its painting was rough, and even a little unsightly, but it was very carefully delineated, and there was no impatience in the process.

It's just that Ji Nanhe seems to be dissatisfied with the green mountains in his pen, so he simply turned the rice paper over to one side, wiped off the infiltrated ink stains with repair, and continued to sketch.

This time, he was much more careful than the first sketch, and with the first experience, on this second mountain, he really had a bit of the charm of green mountains.

"No, no, this mountain is so ugly, it's like the real mountain pulled out ......"

The second green mountain was painted by Ji Nanhe, he looked left and right several times, his face suddenly cried and mourned, pursed his lips tightly, and simply wiped off the ink stains with cultivation again, and painted again.

Unconsciously, a touch of fish belly white quietly appeared in the east.

The whole night passed quickly, and in fact, on this night, Luoyang also always observed the young man's movements, watching him erase the green mountains painted one by one, and start over again and again.

"What is he doing...... At this moment, Luoyang couldn't help frowning as he watched the young man erase the mountain again.

"Originally, I wanted to paint the green mountains to test the concentration of this son, but this son's qualitative nature is naturally superior, and he has already passed my test as early as the first mountain painting. ”

Luoyang's eyes revealed a trace of doubt, "But, why does this son have to draw again and again......

In the four years of cultivation in Luoyang, he has already had his own comprehension of cultivation, and in his opinion, in fact, in terms of cultivation, qualifications, talents, roots, and understanding...... All are important, but none of them are the most important.

The most indispensable thing for a monk is qualitative.

Because cultivation itself is a boring and long thing, if you don't have an indestructible belief and can withstand the erosion of time, even if you have unparalleled qualifications, you can't become a strong person.

Luoyang took painting Qingshan as a test, hoping to see the characterization of Ji Nanhe, and what surprised Luoyang was the characterization of this son, which was very outstanding, and there was never the slightest impatience in the boring painting process.

In other words, as early as when Ji Nanhe drew the first mountain, he was already a disciple of Luoyang.

It's nearly noon.

The stone gate of the cave opened suddenly, and Luoyang stepped out of it and came to the stream.

Seeing Luoyang's appearance, Ji Nanhe was stunned, his immature face showed embarrassment, and he hurriedly hid the rice paper in his hand behind him.

Capturing this detail, Luoyang's doubts in his heart couldn't help but be more, in his consciousness, he could clearly see that on the rice paper in the young man's hand, there were two ink-colored green mountains that were already qualified painters.

"Senior ......"

Ji Nanhe looked flustered, hesitant, as if he had finally mustered up the courage, "I, I haven't finished drawing yet, can the seniors give me one more day?"

Luoyang's face was calm, and he felt that this young man was very interesting, and after a moment of silence, he took a deep look at the other party.

"Yes. ”

Ji Nanhe was relieved if he was granted amnesty.

On this day, Luoyang did not go to the Yunzhong Formation again, but sat in the cave mansion, paying attention to the movements of Ji Nanhe.

Under the gaze of his divine sense, it can be clearly seen that this young man has painted a series of majestic mountains in his hands, from the initial rough painting, unsightly, gradually become a little small, at first there is a mountain rhyme, and in the end, it is actually more magnificent and majestic than the real green mountain.

It cannot be denied that Ji Nanhe is a genius.

If he could practice hard since he was a child, instead of being a gentleman and making a show off on Yushu Island, perhaps today, with his cultivation strength, he would have been able to become a key help for the Ji family.

But it is precisely because of this that Luoyang looked at the green mountains that had been painted and erased, and became more and more curious about this young man.

Soon, it was noon the next day.

Just like yesterday, Luoyang walked out of the cave on time and came to the front of the stream, his calm gaze on the young man's body.

Two days of sleepless painting is undoubtedly a very draining thing, and at this moment, Ji Nanhe's eyes have different shades of blood, revealing a deep tiredness.

But at this moment, he suddenly made an astonishing move.

"Sting!"

Ji Nanhe grabbed the two corners of the rice paper with both hands.

Tear it off violently. (To be continued.) )