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When Fu Yiyi heard this, her expression changed slightly. There was no longer the extremely angry expression from before.

As Fu Yiyi's expression softened, Fan Wuji said in all sorts of deep emotions, "This move of mine gave up on a large piece of chess and saved the person in the middle. The moral of this step is, am I not willing to give up the whole forest for you? In my eyes, those large chess pieces are the forest, and the chess piece at the center is you, Fu Yiyi. That's why I gave up a bunch of sons to save your son. "

After Fan Wuji had confessed his love for her, the last traces of anger and anger on Fu Yiyi's face immediately vanished. Her expression changed again and again, as many as eighteen different expressions appeared on her face. Her expression was complicated as she looked at Fan Wuji, her inner determination seemed to waver a little. She had a woman's special sensitivity, she could feel the sincerity in Fan Wuji's words.

Fu Yiyi thought to herself: This really is an adorable young man. However … But I already plan on not asking about matters of love before my cultivation has matured. Before his grandfather died, his last regret was that he did not step into the Innate Realm. When Grandpa was alive, he doted on me the most. I have already done it for him. I must become a powerful Upper Sky warrior. It's a pity that my aptitude is only one star, and I'm barely able to step into the Connate realm. So I'm sorry, I can't be with you.

"Wah!" How romantic. "The 'Lovesick' from before was already very romantic."

"That's right!" For a simple chess piece to have such beauty and artistic conception... "

"If I were Fu Yiyi, I would definitely marry Fan Wuji."

Below the stage, the youths were all around fourteen to fifteen years old. Their love had just blossomed, so they were the purest and most beautiful years of their lives. In particular, all the young girls who were in love with him were emotionally moved.

Fan Wuji looked at Fu Yiyi, who was still silent. He felt a sense of loss again. His confession failed again. His mood was dejected, but he still forced a smile. He did not want to pass the negative emotions to Fu Yiyi.

Fu Yiyi struggled incessantly in her heart. No one knew the complex feelings she had right now. It was true that she had a vague favorable impression of Fan Wuji. Fan Wuji's two confessions did not mean he was not moved by her. However, she was the type of girl who was extremely ambitious, so she told herself in her heart that she couldn't.

She bit her red lips and lowered her head in silence, trying her best to calm her complicated emotions. She slowly walked down the platform and returned to her seat.

At this moment, Zhang Jin had already arrived at the high platform from the backstage. He wore the emblematic smile of a host. He said, "Student Fan Wuji's chess skills are amazing, so that son's allegory is really romantic. If I were a woman, I would probably fight to marry Fan Wuji. Student Fu Yiyi, you must cherish Student Fan Wuji. Otherwise, as my rival in love, I will have to make the first move. "

Zhang Jin joked. His witty words caused the audience to burst into laughter. When Fan Wuji heard this, he felt slightly grateful. How could he not know that Zhang Jin was speaking up for him?

"Here is a competition of books and paintings. "Which student is willing to demonstrate calligraphy and painting?" Zhang Jin said with a serious expression.

At this moment, Fu Yiyi and Fan Wuji both had their own thoughts as they sat facing each other. No one looked at each other. The two of them secretly observed each other. At this moment, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy and awkward.

At this moment, Fan Wuji and Fu Yiyi did not seem to hear Zhang Jin's words. Next, a few youths and young girls walked up to the platform. They each displayed their calligraphy and paintings. Perhaps these youths' skills were ordinary, or perhaps Fan Wuji's previous performance was too dazzling, overshadowing everyone else's brilliance.

At this moment, Fan Wuji's heart was gloomy, and the sparring on the stage was boring. They did not even look at the dais. On the other hand, he picked up a painting brush and didn't stop at all. He had entered into a peculiar state of mind. His brushstrokes were vigorous and vigorous. In the blink of an eye, he had once again entered the state of forgetfulness.

His brush moved freely and easily, and in a short moment, the outline of a young girl appeared on the xuan paper. Gradually, the image of the girl became more and more real, more and more lifelike. This young girl was none other than Fu Yiyi.

After a very, very long time, Fan Wuji drew nine young girls. These nine girls were all Fu Yiyi. These nine girls were Fu Yiyi from different angles and at different moments with different expressions. On the xuan paper, Fu Yiyi was not only lifelike, but also full of charm.

It could be said that these nine female portraits were more of a stylist than a realist. As expected, the painting was incredibly realistic, drawing every detail of Fu Yiyi's body. However, its charm surpassed the details. Anyone who saw this painting would sigh in admiration.

Essence is the essence of the spirit, it is absolutely beautiful.

There was essence, there was perfection, and the square was divinity!

After Fan Wuji finished drawing the nine Fu Yiyi, he paused for a moment. After a moment of thought, he put down the brush, picked up the brush, and started to use it in large quantities. After a long while, Fan Wuji finished writing. He looked fondly at Fu Yiyi, then stood up, about to leave the Martial Exhibition Pavilion's open field.

At this moment, Fu Yiyi was curiously looking at the painting left behind by Fan Wuji. Looking at the nine of them, she was momentarily stunned and suffocated.

She thought to herself: Isn't that me in this painting? The details of the painting are beautifully illustrated. My facial features, my body, my clothes, even the small scars, my hair, even my pores, were all drawn into the painting. Furthermore, these nine expressions and attitude were vividly displayed. Not only did he know my appearance, but he knew my soul as well. Otherwise, how could he draw a picture of my eyes and manner in each of my eyes? He seems to know me very well. Every single one of me in the painting represents a kind of state of mind for me. Nine of me, that's me under nine different mental states.

Did he really love me that much? Why does he seem to know me better than I do? Is he watching me?

There was a beauty who never forgot.

He thought like a madman, not seeing her in a single day.

The phoenix flew to the west, seeking the phoenix in all four seas.

However, this beauty was no longer at the east wall.

To the zither. To the heart.

When I see Xu Xi one day, comfort me with my hesitation.

May the words match the words, and we fight hand in hand.

Do not let fly, let me perish.

"Yes."

Fu Yiyi looked at the lines of poems under the painting. At this moment, the image of Fan Wuji appeared in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it. At this moment, a voice continuously resounded in her mind. The voice seemed to be bewitching. That was the voice of Fu Yiyi's heart.

Fu Yiyi watched as Fan Wuji left. She suddenly stood up and shouted at him, "Student Fan Wuji. Wait a moment, I have something to say to you. "