Chapter 1797

The first thing that silver painters wake up to is to ask to see Yehong.

And don't know why, also took care of his fifth clear LAN to drive out of the room, only left Night Hong.

In the fragmentary reading of the fifth Qinglan, the gate is severely closed.

Night Hong came to the bedside, stretched out his hand to check the injury of the silver brush painter.

Found that the heart vein wound basically healed, old life should be regarded as saved.

But one's accomplishments may be greatly affected.

Even if there is no forbidden Qi pill, it will take a long time to recover.

The silver brush painter leaned against the head of the bed, and there was a weak feeling on his face.

He sighed in silence: "your medical skills are really better than ghosts and gods. Even this kind of injury can be cured. I thought I was not saved."

Yehong didn't speak, just waiting for the follow-up of the silver painters.

Through a period of contact, Yehong found that the silver brush painter was a very tangled person.

There seemed to be two completely opposite beliefs colliding in his head.

Under the elegant and easygoing appearance, Yehong can perceive that the silver brush painter is a very deep hidden wisdom.

More often than not, it's just pretending to be crazy and playing dumb.

Night Hong does not believe that such a person seriously called him, just to praise his medical skills and express his gratitude.

Sure enough, after a few words of uneducated nonsense, the silver brush painter took an object out of his pocket hanging on the side.

Night Hong fixed eyes to look, found that it is two pieces from the middle of the broken silver brush. If

is as like as two peas, the pen brush used by the silver strokes master is exactly the same.

The silver painters fixed their eyes on the two pieces of brush, with deep sadness and attachment in their eyes.

It was a long time before he began to speak.

"This Huizhou silver hair, produced in Huizhou City, my wife's hometown, is a token of love she gave me. Friends Library www.laoyouwu.com

When I was young and poor, I was just a village boy who helped people cut firewood.

However, she was born into a family of literati, Fangjia, with noble family.

An accident made me and her meet, know and fall in love with each other...

later, it was almost the same as those bloody TV dramas.

Her family didn't agree with us, and we eloped together as the world expected

Silver brush painter looked at Ye Hong and laughed at himself: "you don't know my original name, do you?

My name is Gedan, and my wife's name is fangqin.

In the years after our elopement, we did not dare to use these two names at all. In order to avoid the pursuit of the Fang family, we had to remain anonymous.

So few people have known my real name for so many years. "

Silver brush painter, no, Gedan looked at the Huizhou silver hair in his hand and sighed: "elopement is very hard.

In order to subsidize my family, Fang Qin taught me some painting knowledge, and planned to let me be an ordinary gentleman in the countryside.

But I'm stupid, how can't teach, often angry Fang Qin can't eat.

However, literature is not good and martial arts are flourishing.

By chance, I came into contact with the ancient martial arts and made continuous breakthroughs until I realized the Cang ink brush road...

however, as an ancient Taoist martial artist, I had no way to protect Fang Qin well...

because the [catastrophe] was coming. "

Night Hong eyes a shock, hold one's breath.

He knew that the most crucial part was finally coming.

"It was a catastrophe that swept through the whole ancient martial arts world. There were countless deaths and injuries among the ancient warriors, and a river of blood flowed..."

the silver brush painter looked out of the window with heavy eyes.