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Is there a response to the apprenticeship application?

Mr. Qing is on the star network!

Sang Sang's hand holding the juice cup tightened, he took a deep breath, controlling the excitement and impulse in his heart, and looked at Luo Mo with shining eyes: "Uncle Mo, I'm going up and down the net, and I'll call me when I arrive." ”

"Yes. Luo Mo smiled and gave a military salute, and the whole person was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

A little gain, of course, doesn't make him so happy, he is happy because he solved Yu Tianling. When Yu Tianling assassinated His Royal Highness for the first time, for the sake of Luo Yi and the second young master, he agreed to His Highness's request to let the other party go, but the other party had to make inches, the second and third time, the time it was unsuccessful but the more frustrated and braver, each time it was more generous, and each time it was more obscure, but His Highness felt that Luo Yi's injury could not be stimulated, and the vigilance in the future was to insist on hiding it from Luo Yi.

Xiao Suxue is really a lucky star, since she came, everything has gone smoothly, the unruly Emperor of Heaven and the mysterious god of the Internet have indirectly become the help of His Royal Highness, even the most troublesome Yu Tianling is no longer a trouble, and has also attracted a dark painter, if Goode recovers his ability, the soul hook pen is a big killer!

Tonight's incident, if it weren't for the various surveillance video clues provided by Xiao Suxue, it would really be impossible to find out the truth in such a short time, if it was a long time, maybe His Royal Highness would let Yu Tianling go like before......

Star Net, in the virtual world, the retro Daxia Forum Division Danqing Academy.

Sang Sang stood outside the door of the studio belonging to Mr. Qing, took a deep breath very nervously, and was extremely nervous in his heart, even more nervous than the assassination of Sang Shuwen, and knocked lightly on the door after a while.

The next second, the door opened silently, and an old man stood behind the table and looked up and smiled at her.

The old man of Maodie was full of silver threads and had three long strands of beard floating on his chest. It's like an old fairy in a mythical story. He was always smiling, smiling so much that his eyes narrowed, as if there was no shadow in his life, and everything was so beautiful.

"Momiji. You turn your face towards the sun so you don't see the shadows......"

The old man's words of exhortation are still fresh in my ears.

I don't know why, Sang Sang's nose was sore, and tears suddenly fell.

Sang Sang couldn't help but lower her head, she didn't dare to raise her head. I didn't dare to look at it again, because as long as I met the old man's gaze, tears poured out involuntarily.

Mr. Qing...... I am back.

If Sally was her only friend in her previous life, she taught her how to be a human being. Then Mr. Qing is the guiding light that brought her back to the world from hell, a hand-painted mentor, and a life mentor.

That year, Lan Xing discovered new ruins, and Luo Ershao took her with him, along with his fiancée Zhu Lin, who was there. Zhu Lin took advantage of Luo Ershao's departure, fed her medicine, and gave her to the bodyguard who had an abusive fetish, but deliberately let her take her last breath, and threw her into the group of strange beasts before Luo Ershao came back.

The alien beasts of the Blue Star are known for their strength, and even if they are in the Holy Domain, they dare not say that they can come and go freely in the Blue Star.

Zhu Lin thought she was dead, but she didn't. Not only did he not die, but he also burst out of his mental power and awakened his abilities and restored his memories before the age of twelve.

was originally a young lady of a big family, but she became the most despicable female slave. She hated to destroy the world.

For six months, half a year, she was hovering on the edge of life and death all the time, eating wild fruits, gnawing raw meat, drinking blood, failing mentally again and again, and erupting again and again in the realm of mortality. Gradually getting stronger, she learned to control the alien beasts, she has a crazy ambition, that is, to become stronger, control the alien beasts of the entire Blue Star, and wage war against the humans!

Dirty world!

Filthy humans!

All to be destroyed!

However, this ambition was quickly thrown into the dust.

Alien beasts are very strong, but humans have weapons, Blue Star because of the special magnetic field, scientific and technological products will fail here, satellite detection can not penetrate the atmosphere, but the emergence of biological weapons makes ordinary humans have the power to protect themselves in Blue Star.

She controls the alien beasts to attack humans, but the alien beast army is defeated, and realizing her weakness, she hides and accumulates strength, and secretly makes evil. She has killed a lot of people, there must be good people and bad people in them, she watched the corpses of her kind being devoured by foreign beasts, and she felt nothing in her heart, probably at that time, she no longer considered herself a human being......

The first time I met Mr. Qing, she was injured because of the challenge of the alien beast that surpassed her limit, and her mental strength was exhausted, and Mr. Qing Lao rescued her, treated her injuries, and gave her a bottle of genetic enhancer.

"Little girl, your body is your own, no one hurts you, you have to take care of ......"

Sang Sang's memory of the mood at that time was as fresh as new, it was very complicated, the bottle of the gene enhancer was obviously very cold, but it was hot and hot in his hand, and the injuries on his body had obviously healed, but it was still hot and painful, as if his soul was being whipped.

The slightly messy silver hair, the long braid beard, so dazzling white, the kind eyes, the kind smile, like a little light suddenly appearing in a dark world, so attractive.

The second time we met, Mr. Qing was chased by an ape beast, and several bodyguards around her died, she couldn't help but drive away the beast, and the old man smiled at her with an injury, smiled so warmly, and invited her to eat a nutritious meal.

The third time we met, Mr. Qing was painting, splashing ink, high mountains and clouds, streams and waterfalls, ancient pine boulders...... It gradually takes shape on white paper. Looking at it, the whole person fell into the artistic conception of the landscape, the ink color of the pen, like the dark clouds in her heart, painted with more strokes, the darkness in her heart was a little lighter, taking away the hatred, and the mind was unprecedentedly clear.

At that time, she didn't know what healing painting was, she only knew that the painting in front of her was not an ordinary painting, but a kind of will. It can soothe people's hearts, calm the crazy people, and let the desperate see hope......

The old man stopped writing at some point, smiled and asked, "Do you like it?"

Sangsang woke up from that strange realm, shook his head hesitantly and nodded.

The old man said, "Give it to you." ”

Sang Sang wants to take it but doesn't dare to take it, this painting has a magical power, indulge in the artistic conception in the painting, the mood will become extremely calm, the feeling is very beautiful, so beautiful that she is afraid, afraid to keep looking at it, and it will make her forget her hatred after watching it for a long time.

In the end, Sangsang still took over the painting.

For those who live in a dark hell, knowing that painting is sweet poison. She couldn't resist the temptation of this light.

Later, the old man found her before leaving, and invited with a smile: "Little girl, do you want to come with me?"

“...... Good. ”

"Parking sat in love with the maple grove late. Frost leaves are red in February. Momiji is a good name. ”

"Momiji, do you want to learn to draw from the old man?"

"Good. ”

"Momiji, the old man's biggest wish in this life is to be able to accept an apprentice, but it's a pity that your heart is not on the painting. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"Forget it. It seems that the fate of our master and apprentice has not yet arrived, and in the future, you have done your own thing, if the old man is still alive, Moyuan welcomes you back. ”

“...... Well. ”

Sang Sang lived in Mr. Qing's ink garden for a year, and Mr. Qing gave her an identity chip, and she watched Mr. Qing raise flowers, plant grass, feed fish, and paint, and her heart was very calm. Until the head of the Sang family of the Alliance passed by Yunxia Xing, Sang Shuwen's name was like a loud thunder, awakening the sleeping hatred in her heart.

On that day, she finished grafting the flowers. In addition to the grass, I changed the water in the fish tank, made one meat, two vegetables and three dishes and put them on the table, and went out with a painting to deliver the painting.

Mr. Qing shouted behind him: "Go early and return early." ”

She answered, never to be looked back......

The memories hidden deep in his mind poured out, and Sang Sang hated the reality of the virtual network very much, and even tears could be virtual reality.

"Little girl, there is no purple gold on the ground, come in. ”

It's the voice!

That's the sound!

The old man's voice was still so kind, exactly the same as in his memory.

Not sure why. The nervousness and fear in my heart suddenly disappeared, as if a boat floating in the sea had landed on the shore, and my restless heart became steady.

Sang Sang wiped away the tears on his face and looked up at the old man walking into the studio: "Hello teacher. I'm Momiji. ”

Sangsang smiled: I'm back.

"Red leaves?" the old man nodded at Sangsang, pondering these two words in a low voice, and then pointed to the inkstone with a pen: "Grinding ink." ”

Sang Sang stepped forward, added a little water to the inkstone, picked up the ink strip and grinded it clockwise with even, rapid and moderate force, and added a few drops of water from time to time.

The old man nodded secretly. Looking at the action of grinding ink, you can see whether a person has been exposed to ink danqing, the little girl in front of him, the action is very standard.

"Enough. ”

When the ink was about half an inkstone, the old man stopped the action of Sangsang Jiashui, spread a piece of white paper on the table, dipped the pen in ink, straightened his body, his eyes were concentrated, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, moving like flowing water, and the font under the pen was peaceful and natural, floating like a cloud, like a dragon.

"Parking sits in love with the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. ”

The old man put the pen on the shelf, removed the paperweight, and handed the banner he had just written to Sangsang: "Good name, take it!"

Sang Sang pursed his lips, and his eyes were a little hot again: "Thank you, teacher." ”

The old man bent down to wash his pen: "Momiji, you call me teacher, what do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn healing painting. Sang Sang rolled up the painting, carefully put it away, looked at the studio, and found that it was similar to the layout of the studio in the ink garden, there was a table by the window on the left, and the tea sets were complete, so he walked over to light a fire and boil water, make a pot and wash the cup, and brewed a cup of tea.

"Healing Painting, ......"

The old man always spoke slowly, washed the pen and washed the inkstone, tidied up the drawing table with his own hands, washed his hands with water and then dried them, then walked to the table and sat down, took the tea brewed by Sangsang, sniffed deeply, and closed his eyes intoxicated.

"Good tea!"

Sang Sang smiled sincerely, her tea-making skills were taught by the old man, although she was reborn, but she did not forget the taste of the old man, she liked a slightly stronger tea, and the bitter fragrance was the taste of life.

The old man took a sip of tea, touched his beard, and smacked his lips: "Tell me what you know about healing paintings." ”

Sang Sang thought for a while and replied seriously: "Healing paintings can warm people's hearts and purify their hearts, they can be comforted when they are sad, they can get hope when they are desperate, they can be inspired when they want to retreat, they can get courage from the cowardly, and they can be calm when they are crazy...... It is a work that can heal mental damage. ”

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