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Ao Li really didn't look like the leader of the entire Demon Cult. After getting along with him, He Lang felt that under his cold appearance, there might be a young man who didn't know much about the world.
This thought made Herang smile knowingly.
As soon as Ao Li saw him staring at him and smiling, he immediately trembled and urged him to bring tea and water, and then rolled back to draw a picture for him.
Helang followed his orders, made tea for him, and returned with a new row of brushes.
In the past, he always painted across Ao Li with a desk between him, but this time, he prepared a chair to sit next to him.
Ao Li watched the man sit down naturally, the awkward feeling in his heart reappeared, and he looked at him coldly.
Helang deliberately didn't pay attention to his icy gaze, and just sorted out the drawing paper on the table, picked up the wooden case and smoothed it.
"Subordinates sit next to the leader, so the leader can see more clearly."
This explanation is not bad, his natural and serious attitude convinced Ao Li, making him like a wild beast to lie down quietly in an instant, quietly watching his movements.
Helang pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly. Obviously this person doesn't reject being close to others, but he is like a beast guarding his own territory, and he will not give up until he shows his majesty to others.
This time he drew all the people in the sect, including Guardian Zuo, whom Ao Li saw every day, and several elders who had been in the sect for a long time, including Ge Rulan, Hall Master Ge, ghost doctor, and even elders. Men with dreadlocks... Whether they like it or hate it, he makes their images come alive on the paper stroke by stroke.
About 70% to 80% of the painting was completed, Helang stopped writing, and said: "These are all believers. They have different personalities, good and evil, but they are all willing to follow the leader, and they want to go through fire and water for you. Don't you feel lucky? ?” He sighed slightly.
Ao Li frowned slightly, as if he didn't quite understand what he wanted to say, and his eyes were covered with a little confusion for a moment.
He has never thought about these things, he only knows that he is very strong, so many people are willing to listen to him, other than that, he has never thought about it. Including the great cause of unification and domination of the martial arts that these subordinates said, he didn't seem to have thought about it, and he didn't know whether he could live up to their expectations.
His life is just living.
Ao Li's mood seemed to be a little tangled, he rarely communicated with others, and never got any ideas from their words, but Helang's words made him think.
Seeing him frowning, as if he hadn't thought about anything, Helang gave up.
He picked out a soft pen with a delicate grip and put it in Ao Li's hand, wanting to teach him how to paint, which is one of the reasons why he wanted to sit beside Ao Li.
"If the leader is interested, you can try following the drawing of your subordinates."
Ao Li picked up the pen, hesitated, and finally put down the pen simply, shaking his head and refusing.
Helang asked patiently, "Does the leader not want to paint, or does he not want to copy the paintings of his subordinates?"
Ao Li remained silent and stayed with him until dark.
Seeing Helang's back disappearing little by little, his eyes moved to the table in front of him, the painting he made, and the brush he handed to him today.
He took a deep breath, straightened up, and took a pen to draw on the empty paper. He didn't give up until the disciple holding the lamp dared to persuade him.
On the second day, Helang got up much earlier than usual, and arrived at the main hall where Ao Liping usually stayed in advance.
There was no one in the hall, only the messy arrangement on the large table.
Helang took a closer look, and there was a painting on the desk that was not painted with ink. It only roughly outlined the frame of the human figure. The lines were green and there was an ink mark. He guessed that the artist must be hesitating when painting. Can't make up my mind.
Helang pursed his lips and looked at the many rough crumpled papers beside him.
He carefully unfolded the papers one by one, and found that the contents of the paintings were exactly the same, except that the eyes, eyebrows, and nose were flawed, so they were discarded by the owner.
And the person in the painting... He Lang pursed his lips, why did he feel that he was the one in the painting? But the disciples who do the cleaning are never allowed to touch the objects of the leader, especially the drawing paper and painting utensils on the table, so the person who does the painting is...
"lay down!"
There was a reprimand from behind, and Helang immediately put down the things in his hands, and stepped aside respectfully.
I saw Ao Li standing at the door, frowning from embarrassment, instead of pacing, he walked directly to the table.
Helang nodded slightly to him, and pressed his right hand to his chest, "Master, good day..."
But before he could say anything, Ao Li became angry with embarrassment, and swept the painting on the table to the ground with a black face.
"Shut up!"
Helang thoughtfully stopped talking, and stepped back far away, for fear that he would throw himself out of the door again.
I thought that Ao Li would punish him a little bit when he got angry, but he didn't move again, as if he was just sulking himself, which made He Lang confused and didn't know what to do.
Taking advantage of the break for a while, he planned to seek advice from Guardian Zuo. How should he deal with this situation
So, he first found Ge Rulan, the master of everything, but she told Helang Zuo Dharma Guardian to go on a mission, probably to make trouble for the people of the white way, and let them dredge their muscles and bones.
Helang suddenly realized and nodded. He originally thought that Guardian Zuo's duties were similar to his. He could be regarded as a high-ranking servant, but he only realized now that the Guardian still had to do tasks...
Ge Rulan looked at him, glanced at him, and sighed, "It seems that you are not an easy guardian." She thought that this kid would learn a lot from the leader after he became a guardian after his luck , but why on the contrary, he became more and more stupid, and he didn't even understand his responsibilities. I'm afraid his role as a law protector is for nothing.
Helang rubbed his nose and told her frankly that after all, he only serves tea, pours water, writes and draws beside the leader every day.
Ge Rulan's eyes widened, she never expected that he would actually do the things that these servants do in front of the Dharma protectors.
But seeing that he is physically strong and not as pitiful as before, it seems that he is doing well.
She pulled the ribbon on her shoulders, looked around, and suddenly lowered her voice, full of interest, "Since you are already a Dharma protector and serve the leader every day, you must know a lot of secrets and interesting things, it's okay to tell my sister... For example, what is the personality of the leader? I have heard people say that the leader has a bad temper, so you are not afraid? What does the leader look like in your eyes?"
Helang listened, touched his chin and thought deeply, is the leader in his eyes
"A little... childish."
Ge Rulan was shocked by his answer, "What?!"
She knocked on Helang's head, "You really can't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth! But don't be heard by others, or your head will be lost! Don't talk nonsense!"
Helang nodded obediently, and did not refute in front of her.
In fact, he had some thoughts in his heart. He thought that Ao Li was not as bloodthirsty and brutal as others said... Although his temper was indeed not very good, he had never seen him do any evil, even if the servant made a mistake, he would He just stared at them a few times to scare them, and there was no real punishment. Compared with the palace he once stayed in, this Demon Cult was actually more relaxed.
Little by little, he found out that Ao Li was not a really violent person, He Lang acted like he was dying, and took the initiative to tease him all day long.
It's just that Ao Li doesn't want to talk to him, he just wants to watch him draw.
Helang pursed his lips slightly, and found that provocative teasing was still not suitable for him, so he planned to draw his own thoughts into the painting.
Ao Li heard that he took the initiative to paint. Although his face was still expressionless, there was no gloomy look in his eyes, and he could see that he was in a happy mood.
Helang also relaxed his mood, twisted his wrist, and changed his usual delicate painting style, and changed a few brushes with different softness and hardness, and the colors used were also different.
Ao Li felt fresh and stared at it without blinking.
It can be seen that in the painting, two people swim side by side at first, and then there are different scenery behind them, one is a pure white pear blossom in full bloom, the other is a coquettish pink peach blossom, and the other is a little bit of red plum blossom , flowers and trees piled up with snow, the four seasons are messy, but there is fun in the weirdness, and it is beautiful.
The scroll was not short, so Helang slowly unfolded it and continued to paint with paint.
Farther away is the picturesque Jiangnan, with painted boats and lanterns on the river, sparkling fireworks in the sky, bustling crowds on the other side, and lovers in pairs.
At the edge of such a scene, there are yellow sands in the desert, solitary smoke rising into the sky, and goshawks soaring, but behind them there are green mountains, canyons crossing, scattered villages at the foot of the mountains, and streams everywhere.
Looking closely at this painting from the beginning to the end, it seems that they have swum through the four seasons hand in hand, witnessed the blooming of the flowers, and also toured the beautiful scenery of the world, every plant, every tree, every mountain and every river , are all thought-provoking, as if every scene contains a story, which is intriguing in the chaos.
Ao Li was fascinated by watching, and he was caught in the painting for a long time and could not return.
At the right time, Helang's soft and low voice sounded in his ear, "If there is a chance in the future, my subordinates will take the leader to travel with me."
Ao Li was stunned, looked at him puzzled, and murmured: "Why do you treat me like this..."
He and this person are neither relatives nor acquaintances, they have only known each other for a few months, let alone the relationship of subordinates.
Everyone was in awe of him and entrusted him to a high altar, but why wasn't he afraid? Still insisting on being side by side with him, being so special to him
All these questions were stuffed in his heart like hard seeds from the first encounter, making him uncomfortable, but gradually grew branches and leaves, spreading in his heart.
Helang put away his pen, as it should be, "Your subordinate should treat you well." He only has one task target in each world, and he should give him his heart.
Ao Li thought for a long time, but just shook his head, feeling strange in his heart, maybe he felt that this answer did not clear his doubts.
Seeing that he was still struggling, the relaxed smile on his face gradually faded, and he took a look at his hands and the exposed skin. There were some inconspicuous scars on them, which looked old and could not be healed.
He approached Ao Li slightly, with a hint of pity in his tone.
"Because, the leader... seems very lonely."
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