The first thing the silver-pen painter did when he woke up was to ask to see Ye Hong.
And for some reason, Wu Qinglan, who was taking care of him, was kicked out of the room, leaving only Ye Hong.
In Fifth Qinglan's scattered thoughts, the door was slammed shut.
Ye Hong came to the bedside and reached out to check the silver pen artist's injuries.
It was found that the wound on the heart veins was basically healed, and his life was probably saved.
But one's cultivation may be greatly affected.
Even without the Forbidden Qi Pill, it would take a long time to recover.
The silver-ink painter was leaning against the bed, with a hint of weakness on his face as he was recovering from a serious illness.
He sighed silently: "Your medical skills are really better than those of ghosts and gods. You can even cure this kind of injury. I thought I was hopeless."
Ye Hong didn't speak, just waiting silently for the silver-pen painter's follow-up.
After a period of contact, Ye Hong discovered that the silver-pen painter was an extremely troubled person.
There seemed to be two completely opposite beliefs colliding with each other in his head.
Beneath the elegant and easy-going appearance, Ye Hong could sense that the silver-pen painter was a wise man with deep hidden powers.
More often than not, they are just pretending to be crazy and hiding their stupidity.
Ye Hong didn't believe that such a person solemnly called him here just to praise his medical skills and express his gratitude.
Sure enough, after talking a few words of useless nonsense, the silver-pen painter tremblingly took out an object from the pocket hanging on the side.
Ye Hong looked closely and found that they were two pieces of silver writing brush separated from the middle.
If connected together, it would be exactly the same as the brush weapon usually used by silver-pen painters.
The silver-ink painter looked at the two sections of brush intently, with deep sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.
After a long time, he spoke sadly.
"This Huizhou silver coin was produced in Huizhou, my wife's hometown. It was a token of love given to me by her.
Back then, I was young and my family was poor. I was just a boy from the countryside who helped others cut and deliver firewood.
But she was born into the Fang family, a literary family, and her family was noble.
An accident made me and her meet, know each other, and fall in love.
What happened next was basically the same as those in those ridiculous TV dramas.
Her family did not agree with us being together, so we eloped hand in hand as the world expected. "
The silver-pen painter looked at Ye Hong and laughed at himself: "You still don't know my real name, right
My real name is [Ge Dan], and my wife’s name is [Fang Qin].
In the years after we eloped, we did not dare to use these two names. In order to avoid the pursuit of the Fang family, we could only remain anonymous.
So many years ago, few people knew my real name. "
Silver pen painter, no, Ge Dan looked at the Huizhou silver pen in his hand and sighed: "The life of elopement was quite difficult.
In order to support the family, Fang Qin taught me some painting knowledge and planned to let me be an ordinary painter in the countryside.
But I'm stupid and can't teach him anything. I'm often so angry that Fang Qin can't eat.
However, literature was blocked and martial arts blossomed.
By chance, I came into contact with the ancient martial arts, and continued to make breakthroughs until I understood the Cang Mo Bi Dao
However, as an ancient warrior, I cannot protect Fang Qin well.
Because the [Great Tribulation] is coming. "
Ye Hong's eyes trembled, and he held his breath and concentrated.
He knew that the most critical part was finally coming.
"It was a catastrophe that swept through the entire ancient martial arts world. Ancient warriors were killed and injured countless times, and blood flowed like rivers."
The silver-ink painter looked out the window, his eyes full of heaviness.
(End of chapter)