Bai Zhi left, feeling angry, and seriously suspected that Ye Chen had deliberately revenge on her for the previous incident.

"Go back." As soon as I came out of the small bamboo forest, I heard a misty sound.

It was Dihuang, who didn’t know where the people were, but he seemed to know that his disciple, he knew best, and he wanted to give up his pick?

"Master, my disciple doesn't understand why I just want to draw me."

"There are so many women in the underworld, just find one."

"Or, I will leave a clone, there is no need for me."

Bai Zhi complained in her heart that she was so arrogant that even if she was defeated, she was still the supreme disciple. She was really angry this time.

"This is a kind of practice, you... must not give up halfway."

The words of Emperor Huang are still so ethereal and majestic.

Bai Zhi took a deep breath, not daring to disobey his master's orders. She turned around and returned to the small bamboo forest, with an ugly expression.

In the small bamboo forest, Ye Chen had already collected the painting and picked up the pen again.

Even if Bai Zhi is not here, he can draw it. Bai Zhi's beautiful figure has been made like a sea of ​​gods by him, just like a real person.

However, before he could write, the girl came back.

He came back, but he glared at Ye Chen fiercely. If it weren't for the order of Emperor Huang, she would have been angry and had another fight with Ye Chen.

"Fairy, you don't need to be here." Ye Chen said happily.

"Do you think I want it?" Bai Zhi shaved Ye Chen, sorted out her hair randomly, and then sat back on her original position.

Seeing Bai Zhi's expression, Ye Chen coughed dryly and felt a little guilty.

If you think about it carefully, he did this inauthentic.

After all, he was the disciple of the Emperor, so he came to be a model himself, giving him enough face, but he was a little uneasy.

"Draw, draw quickly, I'm very busy." Bai Zhi scolded lightly.

The girl's beautiful eyes are very vivid, as if she is saying: If you dare to draw randomly, believe it or not, I will slash you with my palm.

Ye Chen was embarrassed and lifted the brush and dipped it in a beautiful brush.

After taking a deep breath, he started writing, outlining the lines and strokes, and the lines were absolutely masters.

Bai Zhi sat quietly, and did not move, like an ice beauty.

While sitting, a ray of fairy light fell from Tianxiao and fell on her body, and imprisoned her and sealed her there.

It's Di Huang again, who knows his disciples very well and dares to give up.

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 tempering each other.

Bai Zhi was not calm anymore, she couldn't speak and couldn't move.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get. With dissatisfaction with my master, I don’t object to you to temper him, so I can’t change someone.

I was still injured on my body? I was beaten by Ye Chen.

While speaking, Ye Chen looked like he had already done it, but he was also stunning.

No need to look at it, Chu Ling is still portrayed vividly, but the ink is not as good as Bai Zhi.

Opposite, Bai Zhi's eyes flashed and she wanted to come and take a look.

However, seeing Ye Chen like this, she didn't need to come and see him.

It was definitely Chu Ling, it must be Chu Ling, otherwise that kid would not have tears in his eyes, and he would be very stunning.

Ye Chen sighed, put the scroll away, and picked up the pen again.

The small bamboo forest is calm again, one person sits and one person draws. Bai Zhi cannot speak, and Ye Chen does not speak, it is terrible.

He painted quickly, one after another.

However, all the pairs of Chu Ling are not related to Bai Zhi. If they really say they are related to each other, they are: they are both women.

Bai Zhi wanted to cry, but she was already injured, and she also had internal injuries.

Torment, the real torment, began to understand his own value: it was not to let Ye Chen paint, but to see Ye Chen paint.

What makes people crazy is that it seems that she is not doing anything about it.

Here, Ye Chen has another one, beautiful, but it’s really nothing to do with Bai Zhi. Obviously, it’s Chu Ling.

Bai Zhi closed her eyes and looked on, she would go crazy.

Ye Chen held the scroll and looked at it for a long time, with tears in his smile.

Although it is a picture scroll, it looks like a real Chu Ling. Every frown and smile is her Linger, just like in my memory.

But she is already a wife and no longer loves him Ye Chen.

He began to understand that the so-called love has long been eliminated.

He also truly understood that the intention of his ancestor Di Huang was that he did not want him to go through the six realms of reincarnation with the love disaster.

A breeze blew, touching his long white hair.

He also closed his eyes, lifted his brush, and dipped it ink to paint.

This pair was slow in every stroke, neither rush nor dry, and it took a long time, and it had not been completed for three days.

It was not until the fourth day that I saw him open his eyes and quietly look at the picture.

On the scroll, Chu Ling is still there, but those who are careful will find that nine points of this painting are Chu Ling, while one point is like Bai Zhi.

He looked at it for an entire hour, and his eyes were blurred by tears.

A little like Bai Zhi proved that his mood had changed, and he had a hint of trance, and he began to let go of Chu Ling.

It is difficult to fall in love with someone, but letting go of someone...it is even more difficult.

I don't know how many times he picked up his brush and closed his eyes.

Three days and three days, one after another, his paintings became more vivid, but the more he painted, the less he was Chu Ling, and more like Bai Zhi.

He never felt that painting was so heartbroken.

The more he looks like Bai Zhi, the more he lets go of Chu Ling.

One point after another, until the painting was no longer Chu Ling'er, but Bai Zhi, and she really let go of it right.

His brushes seemed to be carving a knife. Although they were painted on the scroll, they were engraved in his heart, strokes and strokes, and they wanted to cry in pain.

Painting, keep writing; people continue to forget; tears continue to flow.

I don’t know how many days he has made, and even every bamboo is full of paintings of the beauty.

During these days, he was transforming and reborn in the love disaster.

And Baizhi's boring state of mind gradually became as quiet as water.

She understood the master's good intentions, and when she closed her eyes, she broke through the realm and advanced from a saint to a quasi-saint king.

After a few days, she opened her eyes for the first time.

His eyes were filled with joy. This level had blocked her for a hundred years.

While she was happy, she looked at Ye Chen again. This time she broke through the bottleneck, she should be thanking him, and it was a real opportunity.

She saw Ye Chen painting with his eyes closed, but the tears at the corners of his eyes couldn't stop flowing, which made people feel a little distressed.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with indifference.

She has never loved anyone and she doesn't know what it feels like to lose.

It can be seen that Ye Chen is like this that she realized how painful it is to forget a woman, and she is even more heartbreaking than to cut her into pieces!

Alas, with a sigh, she stood up and stepped into Jieming Mountain in one step. Since she had advanced, she needed to overcome the tribulation.

In the small bamboo forest, Ye Chen's last stroke also fell.

The picture in front of me is no longer Chu Ling, but nine parts are all white angelica.

That half a minute, his last attachment, and another look, would be erased, and a trace of pitiful concern.

He collected all the scrolls, hung in the air, picked up a trace of fire, and the scrolls were burned into nothingness.

Then, he turned around silently and walked out of the bamboo forest step by step.

Outside the mountain, there was a rumbling sound, rolling dark clouds, extremely heavy, and lightning was flying, like snakes.

A pressure that made the heaven and earth tremble covered the underworld.

That is the heavenly tribulation, the exclusive divine punishment of Baizhi. The bloodline is too strong and the talent is too great. This catastrophe is even more terrifying.

People from all over the world were alarmed, and all looked up at Xutian in a daze.

They are all cultivators, so how could they not recognize what kind of scene this is?

At present, too many people gathered and rushed towards Jieming Mountain. There were a lot of people, like the sea tide, it was dark.
To be continued...