Chapter 1752

Angelica left, choked a stomach fire, serious doubt, ye Chen is intentional, for the previous thing and revenge her.

"Go back." Just out of the small bamboo forest, I heard the ethereal sound.

It's Emperor Huang. I don't know where the man is, but he seems to know that his apprentice, who knows best, still wants to give up his son?

"Master, I don't understand why I want to paint me."

"So many women."

"Or, I don't have to be a part of myself."

Baizhi abdominal Fei, how proud she is, even if it is defeated, is still the supreme disciple, this time is really gas.

"This is a kind of practice. You should never give up halfway."

Emperor Huang's words are still so ethereal and majestic.

Angelica took a deep breath, and did not dare to disobey the master's command. She turned around and went back to the bamboo grove, looking ugly.

In the small bamboo grove, ye Chen has collected the painting and raises his brush again.

Even if there is no Angelica dahurica here, he can also draw the beautiful image of Angelica dahurica, which has been branded as a sea of God, and is the same as a real person.

But before he could write, the girl came back.

Back is back, but ruthless stare Ye Chen, if not Emperor Huang order, she will be angry, and ye Chen again fight.

"Fairy, you don't need to be here." Ye Chen's words are long.

"You think I want to?" Bai Zhi scraped a leaf Chen one eye, disorderly manage oneself show hair, then sit back to original position again.

See Angelica dahurica, ye Chen dry cough, a little guilty.

If you think about it carefully, it's really something he did not do well.

Man is the emperor's Apprentice. He came to be a model in person, which made him face-to-face, but he didn't care.

"Draw, draw, I'm busy." Angelica dahurica rebuked.

The girl's beautiful eyes are very vivid, as if to say: dare to draw nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll split you with one hand.

Ye Chen was embarrassed and took the brush and dipped it in delicate ink.

When he takes a deep breath, he starts to write. The lines and strokes are absolutely master level.

Angelica dahurica sits still and does not move, like an ice beauty.

When she was sitting, a ray of fairy light fell straight down from the night and fell on her body. She was imprisoned there.

It's Emperor Huang again. He knows his disciples very well. He really dares to give up.

So he added a layer of insurance and banned her.

As he said, this is practice, grinding is her state of mind. This time, she and ye Chen are tempering each other.

Angelica dahurica is not calm, want to say difficult, want to move.

The more I think about it, the more angry I am. I don't object to you tempering him. I can't change people.

I still have a wound on me? He was beaten by Ye Chen.

Speaking, ye Chen a pair has become, but also see the trance.

Do not need to see, or Chu Ling, depicting is lifelike, but that ink, which has Angelica dahurica appearance.

Opposite, Angelica dahurica eyes flash, want to come to have a look.

However, see ye Chen such, she also does not need to run to see.

It's definitely Chu Ling. It must be Chu Ling. Otherwise, there will be no tears in the eyes of that boy, and he is very fascinated.

Ye Chen sighed and took up the painting again.

Small bamboo forest, and into the calm, a person sitting, a person painting, Angelica dahurica can not speak, ye Chen also do not speak, static terrible.

His speed of drawing is fast, one by one.

However, a pair of both Chu Ling, and Angelica dahurica do not touch a little edge, if really said to touch the edge, it is: they are both female.

Angelica dahurica already wanted to cry, this has hurt, add internal injury again.

Suffering, real suffering, began to understand their own value: not to let Ye Chen paint, but to see ye Chen's paintings.

Maddening, it's like it's nothing to her.

Here, ye Chen again into a picture, beautiful pour very beautiful, but do not have Angelica dahurica what thing, very obviously, or Chu Ling.

Angelica dahurica closed eyes, and then look down, she will be crazy.

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

Although it's a picture, it looks like a real Chu Ling, with every smile and smile, all of them are her spirits, which are the same as in memory.

But she, finally has been a wife, no longer loves him ye Chen.

He began to understand that the so-called love had long been over.

He also really understood, understood the purpose of the ancestors of Emperor Huang, is not want him to take love with the devil, to break the six samsara.

A breeze came and stirred his long white hair.

He, also closed his eyes, raised his brush and painted with ink.

This pair, each stroke is slow, not urgent and not dry, took quite a long time, three full days, have not been completed.

Until the fourth day, he opened his eyes and looked at the picture quietly.

On the scroll, there is still Chu Ling, but those who are careful will find that nine points of this painting are Chu Ling and one is like Angelica dahurica.

He watched for a whole hour, his eyes blurred by tears.A point like Angelica dahurica, it proved that his mood changed, there is a trace of trance, began to put down Chu Ling.

It's hard to fall in love with someone, but it's even harder to let go of someone.

I do not know how many times, he raised the brush, closed his eyes.

Three days and three days, a pair and a pair, he painted more vivid, but the more painting is not Chu Ling, more like Angelica dahurica.

He never felt that painting was so painful.

The more like Angelica dahurica, the more put down a Chu Ling point.

One minute after another, until the painting, is no longer Chu ling'er, but Angelica dahurica, is really put down.

His brush, like a knife, although painted on the volume, but engraved in the heart, a stroke, painful want to cry.

Painting, continue to work; people, continue to forget; tears, continue to flow.

I don't know how many days later, he did not know how many, until every bamboo, are hung with Yi People's paintings.

These days, he is changing, in the love of nirvana.

And Angelica dahurica, boring mood, also gradually quiet as water.

Master's good intentions, she understood, in the closed eyes, actually broke the realm, from the saint, advanced to the quasi Saint King.

I don't know how many days later, she opened her eyes for the first time.

Eyes, full of joy, this pass, blocked her for a hundred years.

In addition to joy, she also looked to Ye Chen, this breakthrough bottleneck, should be thanks to him, really a chance.

She saw that ye Chen painted with her eyes closed. The tears in the corners of her eyes could not stop the flow, which made people feel a little distressed.

Her beautiful eyes, indifferent, actually more than a trace of compassion.

She had never loved anyone, and she didn't know what it was like to lose.

Can be seen Ye Chen so, she just know, forget a woman, is how painful, more heartache than a thousand cuts!

Ah, with a sigh, she got up and stepped into Jieming mountain step by step. Now that she has advanced, she needs to go through the robbery.

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

In front of the picture, is no longer Chu Ling, nine points nine are Angelica dahurica.

That 0.1 point, is his last attachment, and then a pair of words, must be erased, a trace of poor concern.

He collected all the paintings and hung them in the air. He picked up a trace of fire, and all of them were burnt out into nothingness.

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

Outside the mountain, the roar has already started, rolling black clouds, extremely thick, there are lightning flying, all of them are swimming snakes.

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

It was a natural calamity, exclusive Angelica dahurica punishment, blood is too strong, talent is too adverse, this doomsday, then the more terrible.

The four sides were startled, all looking up, staring at the empty sky.

They are all monks. How can they not recognize this scene.

At present, too many people gathered and flocked to the direction of Jieming mountain. There were a lot of people, such as the sea tide, which was oppressed by darkness.

"Unexpectedly... It was Angelica dahurica." Some people are surprised, looking at the empty sky, Angelica dahurica and stand, like a world queen.

"The emperor's disciples, after all, still stepped out of that step."

"By chance The old Ming generals, most of them are gorgeous admirers. They have stopped the sage realm for hundreds of years.

"Am I right! Over there? " Someone exclaimed.

In a word, it attracted many people's attention and looked to one side.

That piece of heaven and earth, there are dark clouds surging, thunder is raging.

Vaguely, you can see a figure with armor on your back, eyes like stars and long hair like a waterfall.

"Hell... Hell?" Too many people were stunned and their expressions were strange.

"The emperor's disciples and the Ming emperor's disciples have brought disaster together. Have you agreed?" Many people scratched their heads.

"It's a good match!" In a corner of the crowd, Qin Mengyao sighed, "they don't take the order."

"The natural calamity is so great, how frightening this divine punishment should be." Nine Ming generals of one hall also came, tongue chattering.

"The fruit is crouching tiger, hidden dragon." Zhao Yun smile, look not too big fluctuation, if talk about the disaster, they are too far away.

In the sound of discussion, the East and the west, Thunder have gathered into the sea.

Mingjue and Angelica dahurica, standing in their respective thunderstorms, have a high sense of war. They want to transform under the scourge and nirvana in the divine punishment.

However, in their respective thunderstorms, there were two thunderbolts, human figures, gods and postures shoulder to shoulder, and the emperor's law flying.

"My God! The emperor of the underworld and the emperor. " There was an uproar in all directions.

"It's the emperor's way and God's robbery." The old folks were excited.

"They both touched the law of the Ming emperor and the emperor."

"So, Angelica dahurica and Ming Jue, to single out the same level... Ming emperor and Emperor?" Someone asked tentatively.

"If you can't cross it, it's Jiuyou huangquan." The old man took a deep breath.

Under the attention of the public, Baizhi and mingjue have already started a war.It's true that he chose two to fight against the two supreme masters of the same period. They were both bloody.

The viewer's eyes are shining, for fear of missing any picture.

What's more, he has taken out the memory crystal stone. Such scenes are hard to come across in ten thousand years, so they are branded and taken back for offering.

Xu is the Tianjie movement is too big, attracted everyone's eyes, but no one noticed, a shadow, to the vast earth.

That is Ye Chen, with a trace of concern, with all the dust, sneaking in the dark sun, to really forget Chu Ling.

On the top of the world's hell mountain, the Emperor Ming and the emperor's Wasteland coexist, but they don't see their children crossing the robbery, but looking at Ye Chen through the misty sky.

"The six ways of reincarnation are about to open. Emperor Huang, what you have calculated is just right!" Emperor Ming Long smile, "you are not afraid, he has always fallen in love?"

"I have never doubted, the sacrament has never been a source of disappointment." Emperor Huang smile, eyes are happy.