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"Teacher. ”

Sang Sang felt the fluctuations of Mr. Qing's spiritual power from afar, and that fluctuation was full of warmth and vitality like spring in March, without the twilight of the old man.

"Don't pull it down, keep carrying it. Mr. Qing pointed to Sang Sang and took off the mask around his neck.

Sang Sang obediently complied.

"I'm a student. Mr. Qing introduced Sangsang to his friends in the archaeological group, said hello, left the team, got into Sangsang's carriage, and patted the Emperor of Heaven on the shoulder: "This road is so bumpy, the bones are scattered, go, take me around to see what good scenery there is in this underground ruins." ”

"You're old, and you're not old. I can't even fight a cat, what are you doing here? Bai made Momiji worry about you, and when he knew you were coming, he urged me to come out in the middle of the night to pick you up. The Emperor of Heaven lifted Mr. Qing, put him in the carriage, and waved his whip: "Sit tight, let's take the space passage." ”

"Is there still day in the underground ruins?" Old Mr. Qing pinched his braided beard, sat down on the chair that Sang Sang had given up, and rubbed his waist.

"Biological clock. The Emperor of Heaven sat sideways at the door, like a god in the door, lifted the curtain, and smiled with a mouthful of white teeth: "The sun has not appeared, but my heart is bright." It seems like you're still saying that. ”

"I have a good memory, I also said that you should do less killing, I haven't seen you for a few months, and your bad luck is even heavier. Mr. Qing shook his head.

"Yes? I feel clear inside, not stained with any dirt. The Emperor scratched his head.

Mr. Qing glared at him and thought that he was really a demon, obviously his body was full of blood, but his heart was clear, and he was not affected by bad luck, such a person was either extremely evil, or he was determined and not fascinated by external objects. "Go, go, drive your car, I have something to say to Momiji. ”

"Oh, annoyed, embarrassed, graceful, pay attention to your master's demeanor. The Emperor lowered the curtain, "I'm outside, something calls me." ”

The latter sentence was said to Mr. Qing, and even more so to Sangsang.

Sang Sang heated the canned tea, poured it into the cup, and handed it to Mr. Qing with both hands: "Teacher drink tea." ”

In this kind of place, you don't need to think about the elegance of boiling water to make tea, and some clean water is good to drink, and this kind of canned tea that can be heated is excellent.

Mr. Qing blows the tea noodles, and he takes a big sip at all, and he has been eating cold cream nutrients these days, and after a hot cup of tea, he feels warm all over his body. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes wandered over Sangsang, he was not thin and taller, he looked more energetic, there was more of a thing called attachment in his eyes, and he was less confused, and it seemed that he had found the direction of forward.

"Teacher Qi brought you to Blue Star?"

"Well, I want to come myself, to see more of the scenery outside, to open my eyes and heart. "Sangsang cleaned up the easel, sorted out the painting tools, and the dirty pen needed to be cleaned with water, and then wiped and dried.

"As long as it's safe and secure, it's good to go out and walk more. Mr. Qing did not accuse Sang Sang of drinking tea, scooping up the color and ink works that Sang Sang put on the table and looking through them one by one, "The color was bold before, and I am exploring the appropriate style." "But some of them are hesitating? Not sure what?

Sang Sang leaned over and scooped out the works that were placed in the space container, all of which were recently painted, with various styles, and even some of them could be seen to be impersonating other people's painting styles. Some of the colors are very bold, indigo, blue, purple, gold, yellow, orange and red are strong, some are bright and soft and dreamy, some are pure black with a flickering light, and the cold white is flowing with a dazzling red······

Some have a theme, some have no theme, some are eye-catching, some don't know what to say, some can be seen to be cathartic and intentional, and some are purely realistic without any personal emotions, just like a screenshot of a film.

An old man and a young man chatted and talked, and after reading the work, Mr. Qing got up and pushed Sangsang away and sat down in front of the easel.

"There are a lot of works, and it seems that you have visited the entire underground ruins. The old man had some itchy hands, let Jean. ”

The small square stool was a little short for Mr. Qing, he moved the easel, adjusted it to a suitable height, did not touch the paint of Sangsang, and scooped out the paint box from the jade-shaped space container given by the Emperor of Heaven.

"Teacher, do you also paint with colored ink?" Sang Sang put away the extra things and left a place for the paint box.

"Of course, color ink is best used for sketching, and sketches lack color. Mr. Qing didn't make a draft, but directly changed the color and smeared it on the paper.

After Sangsang began to write, he stopped talking.

Mr. Qing's paintings have a strong Danqing style, even if they are painted with color ink, the style has not changed. The light color is light and elegant, the dark color is heavy and calm, the middle color is bright or melancholy, and the multi-color collision and fusion are not dirty at all, but there is a special sense of clarity, which brings the transparent characteristics of color ink to the extreme.

At first, I only saw the clusters of colors, and gradually, the colors blended, and the picture had a rough outline shape - it was the scenery of the dungeon.

The mossy trees, the tangled vines, the dry bones on the ground, the dark night fluorescence, the lantern flowers swaying like warm candles, the shadows of butterflies, flocks...

In terms of composition, Mr. Qing's painting is not distinctive; In terms of color, only those regular colors were used, and no amazing new colors were tuned; Painted materials are even more common in dungeons...... However, such an ordinary painting that has no intention of innovation gives people a feeling of reluctance to take their eyes off.

The night is so deep, but it is not solemn at all, seeing it, people want to follow the fluttering butterfly deep into it, open the black curtain, and see the scenery in the depths of the night.

Undoubtedly, what Sang Sang felt was the emotion expressed by Mr. Qing's heartfelt paintings.

What does the teacher want her to see?

Sangsang pondered and looked at the painting quietly.

The scenery gradually takes shape on the picture, and the emotions become more and more intense in the colors.

Sang Sang grasped the tempting feeling of going deep into the dark night to pursue something, and let himself sink into it with all his heart. She believed that the teacher would not harm her, but would tell her a truth through paintings that could not be explained in words.

At some point, Mr. Qing put down his pen and sat by the window, looking at the scenery flying by the window.

The carriage returned to the camp, Mr. Qing got out of the car, and asked the Emperor of Heaven not to go in and disturb Sangsang, the people of the archaeological group had not yet arrived, he followed Xiao Lang to find Master Qi.

The Emperor opened the curtain and looked at it, and saw that Sang Sang was in a daze, fed the unicorn a few fruits, and set up the carriage to run out, and the time ability still needed to be run-in, so he couldn't waste a lot of time.

"Alas.

Sang Sang sighed, since Mr. Qing left her a painting, it has been a few days, now Mr. Qing Lao followed the archaeological team to drill into the ruins all day long, and found a thing that was still well preserved and danced, Sang Sang scooped the painting to ask him, he said mysteriously "think for yourself", Sang Sang had to continue to ponder, what does this painting mean?

To make it clear, it seems confusing. If you want to say that you are confused, it seems that you have seen something again, but you always feel that there is a layer of fog in your heart, and you can't say it exactly, just like the stroke that has finished drawing a dragon but lacks eyes.

When Sang Sang pondered the secrets in the painting, the dungeon could no longer satisfy the Emperor of Heaven, so he set up a carriage and returned to the ground in the name of escorting the logistics troops, and by the way, he took Chi Xiling to meet Ye Xiu. Dr. Tom took the initiative to stay, and he realized a law from the energy holy fruit, and he needed to treat more people and perfect the law in each treatment, and there were many battles in the dungeon, which was a good time to practice.

"Sangsang, are you mistaken, Mr. Qing is not a person who likes to make people guess riddles. Xiao Jin analyzed Mr. Qing's paintings many times, but did not analyze useful data, and wondered if he had gone in the wrong direction at the beginning.

Sang Sang was stunned for a moment and groaned: "Yes, the teacher never pretends to be mysterious." ”

"He made you look at paintings, not to make you think of them as holy fruits. Xiao Jin clasped his hands to his chest and tilted his head to analyze: "Your mental strength is high, and the hints in the painting are useless to you." ”

"yes, and the teacher won't hint at me. Sangsang said, sorting out his thoughts, and reappearing to cast his gaze on the picture.

See clearly, see what?

By the way, before the teacher painted this picture, she asked the teacher what the path was and what the path was

Could it be that the teacher was just using this painting to tell her the answer?!

Sang Sang couldn't cry or laugh, if this is the case, then she can't even meditate like a crazy demon these days, what is this painting always flashing in her mind?

Is the teacher's way to explore and pursue, to clear the fog, to see the essence, or to be a guiding light on the road of life?

Being in the dark night, not polluting with the night, and keeping clear and rational - this is the teacher's way?

"Maybe Kim, you're right. ”

Sang Sang no longer indulged in pondering Mr. Qing's paintings, exhaled deeply, and leaned against the window to look at the scenery outside.

From a high place, the forest sea is thousands of miles, the green waves are undulating, there are no high-rise buildings, there are no flying cars and airships, and it is full of wild and primitive atmosphere.

The Emperor of Heaven snapped his fingers, and the strange beast attacking the logistics team below was torn apart by the space, and someone stepped forward to deal with the aftermath, and loudly beckoned the Emperor of Heaven to discuss, the animal skin is expensive, and the next time you do it, can you keep the animal skin intact. The Emperor's answer was that the next beast was only skinned, and all the muscles and bones inside were pasted into a mess, and space compression was a new move he created when practicing the time ability.

It's better to dismantle eight pieces, animal bones and skins are more expensive.

The logistics face of the calculating logistics is a little dark, mainly because the scene is too bloody, so that a soldier like him who has seen blood on the battlefield can't stand it.

"It's a nuisance. The Heavenly Emperor grabbed his hair, opened the curtain and jumped into the car, "King Ning is ready to leave Blue Star." ”

"Are you sure?" said Sangsan back.

nbsp;“ Well, the future I can see is long before, and they met King Ning after returning to the camp, but I can't see my own, and I can't see yours. The Heavenly Emperor sat down on the ground and rested his head on Sangsang's lap: "You won't go with King Ning, right?" I plan to attack the Holy Domain in the Blue Star, and the time and space have not yet been fused. ”

"In Blue Star, the upgrade is faster, and my mental power will break through to the SSS level.

Sang Sang patted him on the head, and when he saw that he insisted on not moving away, he let him go, and his spiritual power poked out of his mind, radiating in all directions, closing his eyes, and using the spiritual power scan as his eyes, that kind of "god" vision gave people the illusion that he was the center of the world.

"Hehe, I want to challenge the real saint-level beast, which one is better?" the Heavenly Emperor brushed his hair back.

"The Five Great Saint-level Alien Beasts, the Fire Raven in the Eastern Continent, often lives in the crater, about two thousand kilometers away from here. A little closer is the dragon turtle in the sea, but unfortunately the sea is vast and difficult to find. Sangsang counted the information he knew. "The fire crow's strange fire is very strange, it is not an open flame, it will follow the spiritual power into the spiritual core, and there is no way to extinguish it. Although Uncle Luo didn't say it, his mental core was damaged, as if he was injured by a fire crow. ”

"Take the time with Qingteng, Qingteng's hair is very strong. The Heavenly Emperor rubbed his chin.

Time is the title of Ye Xiu, and Qingteng is the title of the duck bud.

Originally, Ouya was only Ye Xiu's family, but for the sake of her young age, she was not weak in fighting, and she could be regarded as a member of the Heavenly Dao.

According to Xiao Jin's analysis, the rattan basket and rope used to obtain the holy fruit in the original research were made of the hair of the adult tribe of the Bird Bud, and when the Bird Sprout grows up, it is not a problem to reach the star level.

The Emperor of Heaven saw the future right, the logistics troops returned to the camp, Luo Dashao stood at the gate and waited, Duke Rose sat on the wooden wall, saw the carriage coming out of the space passage, and immediately jumped down and approached the unicorn.

"Holy unicorns, like mermaids, are mythical creatures, which is really rare. ”

The Emperor of Heaven came down with Chi Xiling on his back and glanced at Duke Rose, "It drinks dew and eats fruits, and goes to feed it." ”

Duke Rose didn't care about his commanding groom-like tone, and the whole person was stuck in the unicorn

Sang Sang got out of the car, and Luo Da Shao beckoned to her: "Come here." ”

"Big brother, has the institute solved it?" Sang Sang sat on the sofa, pulled a grape and put it in his mouth, in the dungeon, the fruit was scooped to feed the unicorn, it was indeed a little greedy.

"It has been dealt with, and there will be no mobile hospitals in the future. Luo Dashao nodded, rubbed Sang Sang's head, and sat down opposite her, "Yu Ya didn't hide that she was a plant life, some people guessed that she came out of the research institute, but she will be protected by the Empire, and no one will make a move on her on the surface." ”

"Oh, if someone secretly does it, Heavenly Dao is not a vegetarian. Sang Sang licked his lips and pulled another grape, which was sweet and slightly sour, and it was very delicious.

"The Interstellar Court used memory to check the head of the research institute, the mobile hospital is really related to the Himian Empire, but they are too secretive to be used as evidence to be held accountable, and we are not capable of challenging the third-level civilization. Luo Dashao handed a glass of juice to Sang Sang, "This action has shocked some people who scooped the humans of the Galactic Civilization as experiments, but some of Sang Zixing's experiments have not stopped, but they are more secretive, and the head of the Sang family, Sang Le, has been hollowed out into a puppet." ”

Sang Le ......

The familiar and unfamiliar name drilled into his ears, Sang Sang pursed his lips, and didn't say anything like the Sang family has nothing to do with her, "He is not capable enough now, as long as he doesn't die, he will grow up in the future, the people of the Sang family, the greater the external pressure, the faster they will grow." Since sharing her memories with Xiao Jin, she has completely figured it out, and she has not been as complicated as before when she mentioned the Sang family.

Luo Dashao's eyes narrowed slightly, stared at Sang Sang for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "In the information of the mobile hospital, there is an experimental specimen from decades ago, according to the check, that experimental specimen is Xue Qianxun of the Fog Shadow Star Snow Family, using a genetic prototype as a unicorn. ”

Sang Sang's heart sank, the last time he thought of the characteristics of the unicorn, he felt that it was somewhat similar to Xue Qianxun's painting, but he didn't expect that there was a genetic connection between the two.

Is this going to be a showdown? I thought that some things could be tacitly understood, but I didn't expect that I still had to tear it out.

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