Ye Xiu nodded and followed him to a tavern.

The two sat down and talked about the past for a while.

"I didn't expect you to..."

Nuo Yu thought he was dead when he met him here, so Ye Xiu sighed lightly without giving details.

"Don't talk about me, what's the matter with you?"

Ye Xiu looked at him and asked about his situation.

Speaking of this, Nuoyu sighed and told the previous story.

It turned out that in the third year after they left, there was a famine in the nearby town, which happened to be seen when he and his brothers went out to practice.

Originally these things had nothing to do with him, but...

...

The howling cold wind blew away the traces of life little by little, and the yellow grass roots were buried under the snow, struggling dyingly in the suffocating freezing.

In the pure white world, a boy in a ragged cloth shrank in the icy snow, his immature face was frozen, and his clear eyes were filled with despair and hollowness.

"Father, mother..."

The murmured whisper, like a reflection of light.

Amidst the rustling snowfall, there was a very regular but noisy sound of horseshoes, breaking the white silence.

The girl looked up with difficulty to look at the carriage that had suddenly stopped in front of her. Her lips were trembling with blue and purple, her delicate and beautiful face was filled with despair like death.

The red curtain was pulled apart by a white hand, and a delicate young face appeared in the boy's sight, and his elegant movements revealed a kind of nobleness and domineering born to be a king.

"Why is this alone?"

The girl stared at the teenager blankly, her voice hoarse and trembling, "The village...there is no food. My parents took me out to find food and let me...wait for them here."

That day, Noyo brought back a civilian, taught her piano, chess, calligraphy, and practice.

But the girl suddenly disappeared while going hunting with them.

Ten years later, a peerless painter came to their capital. It is said that her paintings are as magical and can paint all things in the world.

It is said that the woman is as beautiful as a fairy descending to the earth, and her peerless face is full of all men in the world.

Not only that, the woman also cultivated a good pill. It is said that many people in the capital wanted to see this strange woman.

Nuoyu's palace was shining brightly like the sun, spreading warmly on all beings.

Hearing this, Ye Xiu paused, only then did he remember that Nuoyu's family was actually a family of cultivators, and they were also considered to be worthy figures in the capital.

There are four major families in the capital, and Nuoyu Family is one of them.

...

Nuoyu's normally serious father was covered with a warm golden red.

That day, the painter came to their home,

"I heard that your painting is a stroke of God, but what's the matter?"

"Returning to the master, this is an absurd praise from the folks. Although a young woman can paint, she is really too tall and a young woman to praise it."

Xiao Haoye couldn't help but start to look at the painter with his gentle, clear and sweet voice. The long black hair was **** casually, making the man's dignified temperament without losing a hint of confidence. She was really a strange woman.

Because of the lowered head, I only saw the angular face, not the face of the legendary goddess.

I don't know why, looking at her figure, Nuoyu always feels a little familiar.

"Look up."

The woman slowly raised her head?

The exquisite face shocked Nuoyu's heart. The cold face without a trace of smile carried a soft and gentle brilliance. Although it was dressed in a commoner, it was difficult to conceal its elegance.

"Come here, give me pen and ink, I want to see her painting on the spot."

The old man saw that this person was painting with magnificent momentum, and the characters turned into life were so vivid, he was overjoyed, and immediately made her a royal painter.

Although this is a world of cultivation, everyone likes such a strange girl.

In fact, when the painter raised the brush, Nuyo felt an inexplicable impulse in her heart.

Against the background of the brilliance, the originally restrained and humble painter is like a reborn, becoming dazzling, and the original peerless elegance is even greater.

The figure waving the pen and ink is like a goddess dancing, and that gesture makes people unable to look away.

The sword hidden in the scabbard whizzed out at that moment, out of the scabbard with innate pride and light.

She should be like this, she should always keep this light.

The old man has good face and let her live in the palace.

Only promise and clear, the world is rumored that the painter belongs to the hidden door, and the old man just took a fancy to her identity.

"Hidden door?"

Ye Xiu was a little puzzled, why so many things came out after he left these years

Nuo Yu frowned and nodded: "The Hidden Sect is a new force. Most of them are women. They are not good at cultivating, but they are quite successful in other areas, but it is such a sect. Climbing up step by step, as long as the people who provoke them are killed, it is enough to see the power behind them."

[Trigger a new task, painter]

Listening to the system voice in his mind, Ye Xiu paused, and Noyo continued.

"Little girl Qian Jin, thank you Elder Nuo."

And in the painting that was not seen by the old man, in the snow all over the sky, Nuo Yu in Chinese clothes stretched out his hand with a smile.

Let's talk about the four major families, headed by the Nuo family, how brilliant they used to be, but now they are slowly declining.

Now, decades have passed, and other families have masters at the pinnacle of Profound God. The Kenuo family has never had such a big boss, and the old man has hit the hidden door.

Coincidentally, just when he was going to do this, the painter of the hidden gate came.

Sitting in front of the case, Qian Jin calmly touched the bulging purse around her waist, looked at the large number of beautiful women, and raised her pen.

She doesn't care how much money is given to her by whoever pays her. If she paints fakes, she violates her soul as a painter.

No matter how the world despised the artist, she always remembered her original intention-to record facts with symbols different from words.

With just a few strokes, all the beautiful women are on the paper, lifelike.

Following the comment that Qian Jin’s paintings are like gods, all painters said: Qian Jin’s paintings are fast.

After reading Qian Jin's paintings, Nuo Yu heard such a rumor and immediately summoned Qian Jin.

The bright and soft sunshine was like the light on the hall when the two met for the first time, and the warm spring breeze was blowing on the corners of the two of them, unknowingly entangled.

"Thousands of painters, I heard that you paint so fast."

He likes this painter very much, he doesn't know why, he always thinks she is a little familiar.

"Return to the son, the little girl does paint faster than other painters, but she dare not be called the speed."

She is always so humble.

Connaught and thought.

Just like the dialogue when they first met, but it was different for the two.

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