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Chapter 125 Going to Eight or Nine, Painting the Indus Shenmu
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's very strange, you know, you are more and more like the Shuangwen system"

Fang Luo shook his head.

"Didi, didn't the host make too much fuss? It's just that he has seen through his spellcasting path and applied the rules."

"Is this kind of curriculum system university is the most basic?"

Fang Luo touched his forehead, feeling despised.

"Tsk tsk tsk, system, you should really be thankful that I am not a system, otherwise with my genius, terrible talent"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Luo clicked his lips twice and shook his head.

system:"????"

After that, he resolutely paid 50 points, and a strange memory instantly appeared in his mind, and the technique of climbing clouds was instantly mastered.

In other words, at this moment, Fang Luo practiced the cloud climbing technique thousands of times.

"Kyuubi, Bobo is standing still."

Speaking of this, Fang Luo also stepped forward, and a white cloud flashed under his feet in an instant, shining with traces of auspicious light.

In just a split second, he flew side by side with Ji Yuan.

It's just different from Ji Yuan, who is wearing a green shirt, wearing a black jade hairpin on his head, standing in the air with his hands behind his back, looking like a celestial being.

Fang Luo was dressed in an extremely modern style all his life, with a huge light yellow fox standing beside him, with its fluffy nine tails swinging freely behind him, and a bird of unknown species standing on his shoulder.

Although there is no feeling of ethereal and impermanent, it is weird and mysterious, but it enriches Fang Luo's surroundings.

This scene, which seemed to be formed by the impact of different worlds, also deeply shocked Ji Yuan not far away.

Even those chirping little characters stopped at this moment, Fang Luo gave them the feeling like a taboo thing that came out of the abyss.

Don't talk about it, don't imagine it.

But Fang Luo only thought that they were surprised because he learned the cloud climbing technique so quickly, so he stopped talking.

"Okay, let's lead the way!"

Fang Luo smiled.

"Um……"

Ji Yuan also nodded, no longer thinking about it, and quickly flew towards not far away with a wave of his hand.

…………

And at this moment, at the entrance of the alley in Ning'an County.

Sun Fu, who wanted to deliver chop suey noodles, ran to the place before in a hurry, but found that Fang Luo had already gone to the empty building.

Only a few people who eat melons are left to discuss in detail.

"Oh~ It seems that I really met a fairy and something."

Sun Fu sighed softly, he knew very well that this kind of great kindness could not be repaid with a bowl of chop suey at all.

Looking at the steaming offal in his hand, he shook his head. I originally wanted to let that person have a taste of our offal.

Pity.

"Hey, old grandson, your granddaughter really met a fairy."

An aunt in thick clothes pulled her huge crotch and said to Sun Fu with a smile.

She saw with her own eyes that young man disappeared from everyone's eyes almost instantly!How scary!

"Haha, no, no, maybe he is a martial artist with strong martial arts."

Sun Fu also smiled and waved his hands again and again.

"Um... yes, yes, the martial arts of this Jianghu people are really terrifying."

The aunt quickly responded, she knew very well that the Sun family might be favored by the gods, and it won't be long before the Sun family is also full of gods.

She naturally knew what to do.

Sun Fu waved his hand and ran towards his stall with a bowl of hot offal.

Putting the offal into the car, looking at the diners who had already walked away, Sun Fu quickly put Sun Yaya on the car, pushed the car and strode towards the old house of the Sun family.

In the car, Sun Yaya, whose face was flushed red from the cold, was playing with the brush in her hand with a look of excitement.

This brush doesn't look like a good material, not even the one grandpa bought her, it looks pretty.

But this brush is special. It has a very light ink fragrance, a very fragrant ink fragrance.

And in Sun Yaya, the brush occasionally flashes a ray of golden light in her eyes, which is amazing!

"Grandpa, Yaya suddenly wants to draw."

Sun Yaya showed her small head and blinked her eyes twice.

"Hahaha, Yaya, do you want to draw?"

Sun Fu showed a kind smile. Although the Sun family is not rich and powerful, they have no right to rule the court.

But the business of several generations can be regarded as a well-off family.

Therefore, Sun Yaya has been exposed to music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, although the child is not very interested in these.

But it can be regarded as having learned a little bit, especially the talent of calligraphy and painting Yaya can be regarded as relatively good, even those gentlemen said that it is a pity that it is a daughter.

Soon the father and father chatted and talked all the way, and soon arrived at the old house of the Sun family.

Ignoring the surprised grandparents, Sun Yaya ran towards the study with the brush in her arms.

"This... dad?" Sun Niang suddenly felt a little strange.

Even grandpa frowned, his daughter had never been so rude.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it"

Sun Fu twisted his chrysanthemum-like old face and waved his hands and said.

At the same time, Sun Yaya didn't care what the parents outside thought.

Tranquility's character also appeared to be in a hurry at the moment, she spread out a piece of rice paper she bought before, and took out the inkstone and ink one after another.

Then he began to grind the ink more skillfully. In less than a cup of tea, there was already a large amount of ink in the inkstone.

After all, she is a child and cannot be as refined as her husband, but she is still pretty good.

Then he picked up the magic brush standing on the side, and picked up the brush with a relatively proficiency in the posture taught by his husband.

I dipped the ink lightly, and a strange thing happened, the dark ink slipped down the tip of the magic pen and couldn't stick to the magic pen at all.

"Ah, this..."

Sun Yaya opened her mouth slightly, as if she did not expect such a thing to happen.

At the same time, I was a little flustered and even more at a loss.

Just when she was about to pick up the magic pen and run outside to find grandpa, the golden light on the tip of the magic pen began to flicker.

The immeasurable hairs began to emit different colors of light, as if each one belonged to a different animal.

Thinking of this, Sun Yaya calmed down in a panic, and gave up the idea of ​​going out to find her grandpa.

Walking slowly to the case, holding a magic pen without any ink, he walked towards the rice paper on the case.

The soft hairs touch the rice paper, and as expected, the magic pen without any ink has left traces on the rice paper.

Seeing this, Sun Yaya straightened her face with joy, her small body recalled the sycamore tree outside the classroom in her mind.

It is said that this sycamore tree was planted by Yi Wenqu himself. Back then, he promoted that women can also enter the school, which started from his hometown.

The sycamore tree meant Fengqi sycamore, so he planted a sycamore tree outside the school where he once taught.

And this sycamore tree also had a huge impact on Sun Yaya. As a daughter, she was bullied in school and this sycamore tree was her spiritual sustenance before she met Ji Yuan.

Thinking of this, Sun Yaya lowered her head with the magic brush in her hand, and quickly drew on the rice paper on the table like a spirit injection.

At this moment, Sun Yaya was completely absorbed in this painting, completely unaware that half of her blue hair had already turned white.

This painting lasted for three hours, and a green sycamore tree had already appeared on the small rice paper.

It is obviously an ordinary painting, but the plane tree painted on it seems to have been marked with 3D, and the effect generally seems to be still gently swaying the branches and leaves.

"Forehead……"

Looking at the Danqing she was doing in front of her, Sun Yaya showed disbelief, but the next moment she was instantly defeated by a headache like a tide.

His legs gave way, his eyes rolled back, and he fell towards the ground.

And at this moment, a leaf the size of a quilt stretched out from the rice paper on the case, and firmly caught Sun Yaya who was about to fall to the ground.

The leaves are full of golden and red lines. Feeling the air on the leaves, the sycamore tree in Sun Yaya's painting seemed to have a spirit, and she let out a subtle sigh.

At this moment, Sun Yaya's lifespan has already passed nine out of ten, and even the two volumes of Yin and Yang in the hands of the City God here have begun to remind the ghost messenger to seduce the soul.

And on the distant Niukui Mountain.

Ji Yuan, who was talking to Lu Shanjun, froze slightly.

Turning his head suddenly, his eyes seemed to see through layers of distance, looking at the old house of the Sun family.

But in fact, he didn't look so far, Ji Yuan just vaguely felt that something had happened to the Sun family related to him, something terrible had changed.

And Fang Luo also looked in the direction Ji Yuan looked at you.

'That little girl can draw sycamore trees? '

The magic pen doesn't know what an ordinary sycamore tree is. It only knows that the law of reality it connects to describes the sycamore tree as the phoenix inhabiting the sycamore tree, which is the habitat of the phoenix.

It just so happens that the sycamore tree in this world has long since disappeared in this world, so the magic brush hooked up with the laws of reality and forcibly painted the spirit of the sycamore tree.

Of course, the magic pen also took almost all of Sun Yaya's lifespan.

Fang Luo shook his head lightly. He didn't think the little girl would die, but he was almost sure that it was a great chance.

(End of this chapter)