Bai Zhi left, holding back her anger and seriously doubting that Ye Chen deliberately wanted to take revenge on her for what happened before. 『→お℃． ．
"Go back." As soon as he left the small bamboo forest, he heard a misty voice.
It's Emperor Huang. He doesn't know where he is, but he seems to know that he knows his disciple best. Why do you still want to give up
"Master, I don't understand why you have to draw me."
"There are so many women in the underworld, just find one."
"Or, I'll leave a clone, so there's no need for me."
Bai Zhi cursed, how arrogant she was, even if she lost, she was still the Supreme Disciple, she was really angry this time.
"This is a kind of practice, you... must not give up halfway."
Dihuang's words were still so ethereal and majestic.
Bai Zhi took a deep breath, not daring to disobey her master's order. She turned around and returned to the small bamboo forest with an ugly look on her face.
In the small bamboo forest, Ye Chen had put away his paintings and picked up his pen again.
Even if there is no Angelica dahurica here, he can still draw it. The beautiful figure of Angelica dahurica has been burned by him like a sea of spirits, just like a real person.
However, before he could finish writing, the girl came back again.
When she came back, she glared at Ye Chen fiercely. If it weren't for Emperor Huang's order, she would definitely get angry and fight Ye Chen again.
"Fairy, you don't need to be here." Ye Chen spoke leisurely.
"You think I do?" Bai Zhi glanced at Ye Chen, straightened her hair carelessly, and then sat back down.
Seeing Bai Zhi's expression, Ye Chen coughed dryly and felt a little guilty.
Thinking about it carefully, he actually did something unreasonable in this matter.
After all, he is the emperor's disciple. He came to be a model in person, which gave him enough face, but he was a little distracted.
"Draw, draw quickly, I'm very busy." Bai Zhi scolded.
This girl's beautiful eyes are very expressive, as if she is saying: If you dare to draw randomly again, believe it or not, I will chop you with a palm.
Ye Chen was embarrassed, picked up the brush, and dipped it in the delicate ink.
After taking a deep breath, he started to draw, one stroke at a time. The lines and strokes were absolutely masterful.
Angelica dahurica sits quietly, motionless, like an ice beauty.
While she was sitting, a ray of fairy light fell straight down from the sky, fell on her body, and imprisoned her there.
It’s Emperor Huang again, who understands his disciple so well that he really dares to let him go.
So, he added a layer of insurance and banned her.
As he said, this is practice, and grinding is her state of mind. This time, she and Ye Chen are training each other.
Bai Zhi was no longer calm. She couldn't say what she wanted to say, and couldn't move even if she wanted to.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and I feel dissatisfied with my master. I don’t object to you training him, but you have to change him.
Do I still have injuries on my body? Beaten by Ye Chen.
As he spoke, Ye Chen looked like he was done, but he was still looking at it.
Needless to say, it's still Chu Ling, and the painting is lifelike, but the brush and ink don't have the slightest look of Bai Zhi.
Opposite, Bai Zhi's eyes flashed, wanting to come over and have a look.
However, seeing Ye Chen like this, she didn't need to run over to see him.
It's definitely Chu Ling, it must be Chu Ling, otherwise there wouldn't be tears in that boy's eyes, and he would be looking extremely absorbed.
Ye Chen sighed, put away the scroll, and picked up the pen again.
The small bamboo forest was peaceful again. One person was sitting and another was painting. Bai Zhi couldn't speak, and Ye Chen didn't speak either. It was eerily quiet.
The speed of his painting was quite fast, one painting after another.
However, both of them are Chu Ling, and they have nothing to do with Bai Zhi. If they are really related, it is: they are both women.
Bai Zhi already wanted to cry. She was already injured and had internal injuries.
Suffering, real suffering, I began to understand my own value: not to let Ye Chen draw, but to watch Ye Chen draw.
What's crazy is that this doesn't seem to be her problem.
Here, Ye Chen looks good again, very beautiful, but really not as bad as Bai Zhi. Obviously, he is still Chu Ling.
Bai Zhi closed her eyes. If she continued to look at it, she would go crazy.
Ye Chen held the scroll and looked at it for a long time, laughing with tears in his eyes.
Although it is a picture scroll, it looks like the real Chu Ling. Every frown and every smile is her spirit, just like in the memory.
But she was finally a wife and no longer loved Ye Chen.
He began to understand that the so-called love was over long ago.
He also truly understood and understood the intention of his ancestor Di Huang, which was not to let him go through the six realms of reincarnation with the obstacles of love and evil.
A ray of breeze blew by, stirring his long snow-white hair.
He also closed his eyes, picked up his brush, and dipped in ink to paint.
Each stroke of this painting was done slowly, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry. It took a long time, and it took three whole days to complete.
It wasn't until the fourth day that I saw him open his eyes and look at the picture quietly.
On the scroll, there is still Chu Ling, but those who are attentive will find that this painting is nine-tenths of Chu Ling and one-cent of it looks like Angelica dahurica.
He watched for a whole hour, his vision blurred by tears.
A little bit like Bai Zhi, which proves that his state of mind has changed. He felt a little dazed and began to let go of Chu Ling.
It's hard to fall in love with someone, but even harder to let go of someone.
I don’t know how many times he picked up the brush and closed his eyes.
Three days after another, one painting after another, he painted more vividly, but the more he painted, the less Chu Ling he painted, and more like Bai Zhi.
He had never felt that painting was so heartbreaking.
The more she resembles Bai Zhi, the more she lets go of Chu Ling.
Point by point, until the painting is no longer Chu Ling'er, but Bai Zhi, that's when I truly let it go.
His brush seemed to be a carving knife. Although the painting was on the scroll, it was engraved in his heart, stroke by stroke, making him want to cry in pain.
Paintings continue to be painted; people continue to forget; tears continue to flow.
I don't know how many days passed, and he didn't know how many paintings he made, until every bamboo was covered with paintings of Yi people.
During these days, he was transforming and reaching nirvana in the calamity of love.
And Angelica dahurica, the dull mood gradually became as calm as still water.
She understood the master's good intentions. With her eyes closed, she actually broke through the realm and advanced from a saint to a quasi-sage king.
After an unknown number of days, she opened her eyes for the first time.
Her eyes were full of joy. This level had blocked her for a hundred years.
While she was overjoyed, she looked at Ye Chen again. She should thank him for breaking through the bottleneck this time. It was truly a stroke of luck.
She saw Ye Chen painting with his eyes closed, but tears could not stop flowing from the corners of his eyes, which made her feel a little distressed.
Her beautiful eyes were indifferent, but there was a hint of compassion.
She has never loved anyone, so she doesn't know what it feels like to lose someone.
Seeing that Ye Chen was like this, she realized how painful it was to forget a woman. It was probably more heartbreaking than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!
Alas, with a sigh, she stood up and stepped into Jie Ming Mountain. Now that she had advanced, she needed to survive the calamity.
In the small bamboo forest, Ye Chen also made his last stroke.
The picture scroll in front of me is no longer Chu Ling, but ninety-nine percent is Bai Zhi.
That tenth of a minute was his last attachment. If it were to be the same again, it would definitely be wiped away, leaving only a trace of pitiful concern.
He collected all the scrolls, hung them in the air, held up a wisp of fire, and each scroll was burned into nothingness.
Then, he turned around silently and walked out of the bamboo forest step by step.
Outside the mountain, rumbling sounds have started, and dark clouds are rolling, extremely thick, with thunder and lightning flying, and they are all like snakes.
A pressure that made heaven and earth tremble filled the underworld.
That was a heavenly calamity, a divine punishment exclusive to Bai Zhi. If his bloodline was too strong and his talent was too heaven-defying, this calamity would be even more terrifying.
People from all directions were startled, and they all raised their heads and stared blankly at Xu Tian.
They are all cultivators, how could they not recognize what kind of scene this is.
At that moment, too many people gathered and flocked to the direction of Jie Ming Mountain. There were so many people that they were as dark as a sea tide.
"It's actually... it's Angelica dahurica." Some people were surprised, looking at the sky, the Angelica dahurica stood gracefully, like a peerless queen.
"The emperor's disciple finally took that step."
"What a chance!" Most of the old underworld generals were envious. They had been in the saint realm for countless hundreds of years.
"Am I right? There are some over there too?" someone exclaimed.
One sentence attracted the attention of many people, who looked in one direction.
There are also dark clouds raging in that sky and earth, and thunder is raging.
Vaguely, you can still see a figure, wearing armor, with a tough back, eyes like stars, and long hair like a divine waterfall.
"Ming...Ming Jue?" Too many people were stunned, with strange expressions.
"The Emperor's disciples and the Underworld Emperor's disciples will cause a catastrophe together. Is it agreed upon?" Many people scratched their heads.
"They are really evenly matched!" Qin Mengyao sighed from a corner of the crowd, "There is no order of precedence."
"The heavenly catastrophe is so huge, this divine punishment must be so terrifying." A palace of nine underworld generals also came, clicking their tongues.
"It's a crouching tiger, hidden dragon." Zhao Yun smiled, his expression not changing much. When it comes to calamity, the two of them are far apart.
In the midst of the discussion, the thunderbolts from both the east and west had gathered into the sea.
Ming Jue and Bai Zhi stand in their respective thunder seas, with high fighting spirit. They want to transform under the catastrophe, and want to reach nirvana in the divine punishment.
But in their respective thunder seas, there were two thunderous figures transformed, with divine postures as high as their shoulders, and the laws of the emperor flying.
"Oh my God! Emperor Hades and the Emperor." There was an uproar from all directions.
"It's actually the Divine Tribulation of the Emperor." The old guys were excited.
"Both of them actually touched the laws of the Underworld Emperor and the Emperor."
"So, Bai Zhi and Ming Jue are going to challenge the same level... Ming Emperor and Emperor?" someone asked tentatively.
"If you can cross it, you will reach the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace; but if you cannot cross it, you will reach the Nine Netherworld." The elder took a deep breath.
Under the spotlight, Bai Zhi and Ming Jue have already started a war.
It was really a one-on-one confrontation with the two supreme beings at the same time. Even with their fighting strength, they were both bloody.
The onlookers' eyes were shining, for fear of missing any scene.
What's more, the memory crystal has been taken out. This kind of scene will never happen in ten thousand years. It is imprinted and taken back as a memorial.
Perhaps the Tianjie movement was so loud that it attracted everyone's attention, but no one noticed that a figure walked towards the vast land.
That was Ye Chen, with a trace of concern and a journey of dust, sneaking under the dark sun to truly forget Chu Ling.
On the top of Jie Ming Mountain, Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang stood side by side, but they were not watching their disciples survive the disaster, but looking at Ye Chen through the mist.
"The Six Paths of Reincarnation are about to begin. Emperor Huang, your calculation turned out to be just right!" Emperor Hades smiled leisurely, "Aren't you afraid that he has been falling into the calamity of love?"
"I have never doubted that the Holy Body lineage has never disappointed anyone." Dihuang smiled, his eyes filled with relief.
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