Chapter 446

Ye Xiu nodded and followed him to a pub.

They sat down and talked about the past for a while.

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

Nuo and thought he was dead when he met him here. Ye Xiu sighed and didn't tell the details.

"Don't talk about me. What's the matter with you?"

Ye Xiu looked at him and asked about him.

Speaking of this, Nuo and this just sighed and said what happened before.

It turned out that in the third year after they left, there was a disaster in the nearby town. He and his brothers just saw it when they went out for training.

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

……

The whistling cold wind blows away the traces of life, and the withered and yellow grass roots are buried under the snow, struggling in the suffocating freezing.

In the pure white world, a boy in ragged cloth shrank in the cold snow, his young face was blue with cold, and his clear eyes were full of despair and emptiness.

"Father, mother..."

Murmur, as if the general back light.

In the rustling sound of snow, there came a very regular but noisy sound of horse's hooves, which broke the white silence.

The girl looked up difficultly at the carriage that suddenly stopped in front of her. Her lips, which were already blue and purple with cold, trembled slightly. Her delicate and beautiful face was filled with despair like death.

The red curtain was pulled away by a white hand, and a delicate young face appeared in the boy's sight. The elegant movement showed a kind of nobility and domineering that was born to be king.

"Why is one here?"

The girl looked at the boy dully, her voice hoarse and trembling, "village There was no food left. My parents took me out to look for food and let me Wait for them here. "

That day, nuoyu brought back a civilian and taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting as well as cultivation.

But the girl suddenly disappeared when she went out hunting with them.

Ten years later, a peerless painter came to their capital. It is said that her paintings are like magic strokes and can draw all things in the world.

It is said that the woman is as beautiful as a fairy, and her face is as beautiful as any man in the world.

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

Nuoyu's house is shining with sunshine, spreading warm on all living beings.

Hearing this, ye xiudun remembers that Lai Nuo and his family are in fact a family of cultivation, and they are respectable figures in the capital.

There are four families in the capital, and nuoyu's family is one of them.

……

Nuo and his usually serious father are all plated with a warm golden red.

On that day, the painter came to their house and said, "I heard that your painting is a magic stroke. What's the matter?"

"This is a folk praise. Although I can paint, I'm too proud of it. I dare not praise it."

Xiao Haoye couldn't help looking at the painter because of his gentle and clear voice. His long black hair was tied up at will, which made him a little confident in his dignified temperament. He was really a strange woman.

Because the legend of the face is not the only reason to see the corner of the sky.

Don't know why, looking at her figure, Nuo and always feel some familiar.

"Look up."

The woman raised her head slowly?

The delicate appearance shocked Nuo and his heart. His cold face without a smile had a kind of soft and gentle brilliance. Although he was dressed in cloth, it was hard to hide his beauty.

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

The old man was overjoyed to see that this person's painting was magnificent, and the figures were lifelike. He immediately made her a royal painter.

Although this is a world of cultivation, but for such a strange woman, we all like it.

In fact, when the painter mentioned the brush, nuoyu felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart.

Under the brilliant background, the original introverted and humble painter is like a reborn general, become dazzling, the original peerless style is even more.

The posture of waving pen and ink is just like the dancing of the heavenly daughter, which makes people unable to move their eyes.

The sword hidden in the scabbard, whistling out at that moment, came out of the scabbard with inherent pride and light.

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

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

Only nuoyu knows that the world rumors that the painter belongs to the hidden door, but the old man just takes a fancy to her identity.

"Hidden door?"

Ye Xiu was a little puzzled about how so many things came out after he left these years.

Nuo frowned and nodded: "the hidden gate is a new force. Most of them are women. They are not good at cultivation, but they have made great achievements in other aspects. But it's such a clan. As long as they climb up step by step, the people who provoke them will die It's enough to see the power behind them. "[trigger new task, painter]

listening to the sound of the system in his mind, ye Xiu pauses, and nuoyu continues to speak.

"Little girl Qianjin, thank you, master Nuo."

And in the painting that the old man didn't see, in the snow all over the sky, Nuo and smiling in gorgeous clothes stretched out his hand.

The four families, headed by the Nuo family, used to be so brilliant, but now they are slowly declining.

Now, decades have passed, and other families have Xuanshen's top experts. There is no such big man in Kenuo's family. The old man has come to the hidden door.

Coincidentally, just when he was going to do so, the painter of yinmen came.

Qian Jin sat in front of the case, quietly touching the waist drum money bag, looking at the number of beautiful girls, pen.

She didn't care who gave her how much money. If she made a fake painting, it would be against her soul as a painter.

No matter how much the world despises the painter, she always remembers her original intention of recording facts with symbols different from words.

A few strokes, a beautiful girl will be on the paper, lifelike.

After the comment that Qian Jin's painting is like a masterpiece, all painters said that Qian Jin's painting is so fast.

After reading Qian Jin's paintings, nuoyu hears such a rumor and immediately summons Qian Jin.

The bright and soft sunshine is just like the light on the main hall when they first met. The warm spring breeze is blowing around the corner of their clothes and they are involuntarily entangled.

"Thousand painters, I heard that you paint so fast."

He liked the painter very much. He didn't know why. He always thought she was familiar with him.

"In return, I can tell you that my daughter is really faster than other painters in painting, but I don't deserve the name of speed."

She is always so humble.

Nuo and thought.

It's just like the conversation when I first met you, but it's not the same for them.