Goddess Summoning System

Chapter 142 Three years later.

Three years later.

In the south of Guanhai City, deep in the red bamboo forest, in front of the wooden house, beside the fence, a woman is sitting on a stone chair and drawing on rice paper with a brush.

The woman is wearing a crimson gauze robe made of velvet cotton, and her ten fingers are like round and white jade beads gently pinching the ink pen. The waterfall-like blue silk pours from the back of the woman's head without any hindrance. The smooth and beautiful face of white jade makes people feel The teeth are white and the lips are red. The small Qiong nose and the two peach-like red lips are amazing and full of praise.

In addition, the woman also has a pair of special rose-colored pupils, which look like two precious orbs, and the streamer keeps flowing on the orbs, making people want to cherish these two rare orbs .

The woman's white wrist flew lightly, and the ink pen flew lightly between the woman's fingers. A lifelike ink painting was soon born under the woman's pen, and the chaotic bamboo forest also appeared on the rice paper.

The woman put down the ink brush and quietly looked at the ink painting in her hand, but her eyebrows began to frown, obviously not very satisfied with the ink painting.

At this time, a rustling sound rang in the woman's ears. The woman followed the sound and saw that two wooden wheels gently pressed one dead leaf after another, making a creaking sound.

"What are you doing?" asked the woman in the white skirt pushing the wheelchair.

"Painting bamboo." The woman's answer was simple and clear.

"From your tone of voice, it seems that the painting is not going well." The woman in the white skirt smiled slightly.

The woman seemed to have long been used to the accurate judgment of the woman in the white skirt, and said lightly, "Congratulations, you guessed right again."

"If you look at the world with your heart, you will know more. This is what I have experienced in the past few years." The woman in the white dress said with a slight smile.

heart?

The woman muttered silently, and then a pair of red pupils looked at the eyes of the woman in the white skirt tightly wrapped in a white cloth.

"Don't you regret that you can no longer see the world clearly?" the woman asked.

"Buddha said: Forgetting does not mean that it has never existed. All freedom comes from choice, not deliberateness. It is better to let go. The more you let go, the more you feel you have. Although I gave up these eyes, I still feel that I am not interested in them. The world has become clearer. Seeing may not necessarily be believed, so there is a saying that the secrets of heaven are obscured. And if I temper my mind, if my heart is clear, even if the secrets of heaven are obscured, my heart can still tell me the path to take."

The woman smiled faintly, "You have realized the rest of your life."

The woman in the white dress responded with a smile and pushed the wheelchair to the woman, "Then, what are you worrying about?"

The woman spread the rice paper on the stone table and said softly, "I was thinking, no matter how good the painting is and how lifelike the painting is, the bamboo forest that others see may not be the bamboo forest in my heart."

The woman in the white skirt also sighed slightly, "Indeed, if you look at it for the first time, you will definitely think that the bamboo forest you wrote is green bamboo full of vitality, not red bamboo with deep fragrance. The so-called seeing may not be believing, is this reason."

"How to solve?"

"It's very simple, just add a few words."

The woman in the white skirt raised her plain hand, picked up the ink pen, and carefully wrote a few small characters on the corner of the rice paper.

——Where to find the dark fragrance, red bamboo has agarwood.

The woman silently read the words left by the woman in the white skirt, nodded lightly and said, "Sure enough, it's clear at a glance."

The woman in the white skirt put down the ink pen, put her bare hands in the embroidered skirt, blinked and said narrowly, "Otherwise, why do you think those painters always find talented calligraphers to carry out calligraphy?"

"Because their handwriting is ugly?" the woman asked with an innocent expression, tilting her head.

The woman in the white dress covered her red lips and smiled, then exhaled lightly on the rice paper, drying the ink on the rice paper.

"If you don't tell others about some thoughts, how will others know them? What's buried in my heart will never take root." The woman in the white skirt took out an embroidery scarf from her arms and wrapped it in ink painting rice paper, and said with a smile, "Your paintings are getting better and better. Well, maybe these paintings can also be handed down through the ages."

"Is it passed down through the ages?" The woman smiled faintly, "I never felt that being famous in the world is something to be proud of. It is enough for a person to live without shame."

"However, it is more difficult to be worthy of one's heart than to spread it through the ages. Many things are forced, and many words are insincere. Only those who can be worthy of one's heart are the real saints." The woman in white skirt said softly.

"Even if he is a saint, if he is judged by the world a thousand years later, he will probably have a different result." The woman looked quietly at the pure blue sky with her autumn eyes.

"Originally you only needed to live with me for one year, but you decided to live for two more years on your own, don't you regret it?"

"Do you regret it?" The woman smiled faintly, but there was a trace of pain in her eyes, "I am insignificant to him, what difference does it make if I am by his side or not?"

"Not a saint, but even more distant than a saint." The woman in the white skirt directly expressed the pain in her heart.

The woman calmly said, "I wanted to see what his path looked like, so I walked faster and faster, but I couldn't find any traces of him, and finally realized that maybe the path he was going to walk was hidden deep there. .”

The woman's pair of rosy cut pupils quietly looked at the blue sky, and the gentle breeze blew up the woman's black hair, scratching the woman's smooth face with an itchy feeling.

The woman was unmoved, she still looked at the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly said: "Mu Que."

The next moment, a flying bird emerged from the sea of ​​clouds and flew across the sky, singing loudly.

"Are you really going to do that?"

"He has done everything he promised me, and the only thing I promised him is naturally not to miss the appointment." The woman said lightly.

"You don't like being famous all over the world, but you go against your heart for him."

"My original heart is him, and I don't care if I become an enemy of the world for him." The woman said softly.

"By the way, tomorrow is the day when Jiange will recruit students again." The woman in the white dress pushed the wheelchair to the woman's side. "are you going?"

The female Zhenshou lightly said, "I don't know how long he will stay in seclusion. With the current reputation of the Jiange, many disciples will inevitably come here. I always have to take care of it. He likes to be clean, and his Jiange cannot be messed up."

"Having a girl like you is his greatest happiness." The woman in the white skirt said softly.

……

"Come out." The woman in the red dress looked at the deep cave and said calmly. For some reason, since she had these red pupils, she found that she liked red more and more.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're here again." A black-robed man who covered his face slowly walked out of the cave.

"I want the remaining half of the paper." The woman in the red skirt said calmly.

"Impossible." The man in black directly refused.

"I don't want to say the same thing twice," the woman in the red dress said in a cold voice, "unless you really plan to never see the light of day."

"So what? Kill me, and you will never get the remaining half of the paper."

The eyes of the woman in the red dress were a little colder, and her murderous intent was released without any concealment. However, the man in black robe took it indifferently and said calmly, "Come to me again when you have thought about it."

Then the figure of the man in black slowly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)