[Comprehensive] Return my husband

There are red cranes strolling in the lotus pond, the lotus is fragrant, and the green skirts of the disciples are fluttering, or they are carrying medicine baskets to wait for herbs, or playing the piano by the pool, or sweeping the dust with a broom, which is indescribably elegant and leisurely.

Mo Qing spread rice paper on the stone table by the lotus pond, and Du Ruo helped her prepare brush washers, paints, and brushes of different sizes, and stood aside to guide her how to paint.Because of her lack of background, Mo Qing studied with Du Ruo, the most famous painter in Bing Xintang, for a period of time, and her painting skills matured a lot.She hastily drew a few landscapes, then looked up, and saw Jin Kanzi practicing swordsmanship on a stone bridge not far away, while Yu Jizi, dressed in a white robe and tall and tall, was pointing him.

"Ah Qing, why don't you draw people this time." Du Ruo pointed to the two people not far away, "Let your brother Jin Kanzi come and practice for you."

"It's true, I'm tired of painting landscapes all day long." Mo Qing replied, put down her pen, ran to the stone bridge, and explained the purpose of her visit to Yu Jizi and Jin Kanzi.

Jin Kanzi waved his sword and said angrily, "I don't bother to talk to you, just your little painter, you can't ruin me, your handsome senior brother."

Mo Qing patted the back of his head with such force that he gasped.

"Are you handsome? You look like a weakling. A little more Yuanshu will definitely be ten times more handsome than you!" Mo Qing gritted her teeth and said.

Jin Kanzi put away his sword, covered the back of his head and said, "With your strength, don't break the wolf hair."

Yu Jizi watched the brothers and sisters quarreling, smiled, and said to Mo Qing: "Your brother still has to practice swords, or Ah Qing, you can reluctantly draw me."

Mo Qing gave Jin Kanzi a wry smile: "I'm too lazy to draw you. I'm not afraid that my uncle will refuse, so I won't force myself to find you. Since my uncle agrees, you can go practice your sword."

Jin Kanzi could only stare blankly at this moment.

So, Jin Kanzi practiced sword hard on the stone bridge, while watching his master sitting on the stone bench, holding a guqin in front of him and playing gracefully, while in front of him were two people facing each other. While he was drawing, the female beast whose eyes were emitting wolf light...

"Senior Brother, why is Senior Sister's eyes shining?" Jin Yuanshu sat on the pier of the stone bridge and asked.

Jin Kanzi rolled his eyes: "Women are beasts."

Although Mo Qing has some skills in Danqing, he has never reached the level of proficiency. Yu Jizi played the piano for an hour, then looked up to see Mo Qing who was frowning, and asked with a smile: "Painter Mo, are you done?" ?”

"Uncle, don't make fun of me." Mo Qing twitched the corner of her mouth, pressed the corner of the rice paper with a paperweight, and said, "Senior Brother Jin Kanzi is right, I am really a spoiler..."

Yu Jizi put the guqin aside, got up and walked to Mo Qing, looked at the painting on the stone table, smiled and said: "The painting is still good."

In all fairness, Mo Qing's painting is not very good. Yu Jizi's demeanor is absolutely beautiful in the painting. Although Mo Qing is a good painter, she doesn't have the charm of the painting, so Yu Jizi in the painting has only its shape, not its spirit.

"I didn't know that you are still a painter, Ah Qing. The elegance of Taixu Guan is just around the corner." Yu Jizi patted Mo Qing on the head, "I will give this painting to my uncle as a souvenir, and I will return it when I have nothing to do. It can stimulate your master."

"I don't know, uncle, you are a black belly." Thinking of her master blowing her beard and staring at her eyes, saying that the female college failed to leave the portrait for the uncle and not draw for the master, Mo Qing said with embarrassment, and then looked at the picture on the stone table. For the unsuccessful portrait of Yu Jizi, she raised her head and said seriously to Yu Jizi, "Sooner or later, I will draw a portrait of my uncle who is so handsome that it can turn all living beings upside down!"

The smile in Yu Jizi's eyes was even stronger. He took the brush that Mo Qing had put aside, swiped the brush, and wrote a line on the upper right side of the drawing paper:

The person he paints is graceful and graceful, enough to turn all living beings upside down.

Yu Jizi wrote with a good cursive hand, and his pen was wild, not as gentle as jade like himself. Mo Qing watched Yu Jizi write these words on the paper very seriously, and then looked up at the usually unobtrusive The unrevealed uncle said in a black line: "Uncle is not only black-bellied but also narcissistic."

"This is Ah Qing's original words, I'm just a ghostwriter." Yu Jizi put down the pen with a smile, and said, "Ah Qing, it's okay to go back and practice Danqing, before my uncle grows old like your master , Draw a picture for my uncle."

Mo Qing was deeply saddened that her master had such a black-bellied junior: "..."

But... She looked at the wild cursive on the drawing paper, and always felt that this handwriting was very familiar...

Mo Qing came back to Taixu Temple alone, and when the group of them arrived at Xiling City, Yu Jizi told Mo Qing that something was going on in the court, and he wanted to delay returning to Taixu Temple.In addition to being the suzerain of the Taixu Guanli Sect, Yu Jizi is also the teacher of the Second Kingdom of the Huaxia Dynasty. Mo Qing knows that there is something in the court, and it is inconvenient for her to follow Yu Jizi to the court hall, so she gets off the car at Xiling .

Yu Jizi felt very guilty for letting his little nephew rush back to Taixuguan alone, Mo Qing smiled and patted the mahogany sword in her hand, and said: "Uncle, what are you afraid of, I am a soldier of Taixuguan Sovereign Master's beloved disciple."

Yu Jizi rubbed her head with a smile, and said, "That's right, Ah Qing never makes people worry."

Who can worry about her at such an advanced age... Mo Qing complained inwardly.

After bidding farewell to Yu Jizi and others, she directly used her Shunpo named Boeing 747, and rushed back to Taixuguan at a speed that everyone looked up to. Sure enough, the plane was still more comfortable than the carriage.

When Mo Qing returned to Taixu Temple, she was first besieged by a group of rough men. After asking a lot of questions, such as whether sister Bing Xin likes to chase and pierce people with silver needles, she returned to the disciple's room and asked Shanzong Sister Sang, the suzerain, begged for a bunch of painting tools such as paper, pen and paint, and stayed in her room to practice painting.

When Sister Sang gave her the things, she asked her why she learned to paint.

While grinding the ink, Mo Qing replied, "I want to draw a portrait of Master Yujizi who is so handsome and charming enough to turn all living beings upside down when he returns to Taixu Temple."

Sister Sang laughed: "If your master finds out, that's fine."

Mo Qing stuck out her tongue: "Then I'll try to draw a picture for some stinky old man."

A long time later, when the news of Yu Jizi's return to Taixu Temple came, Mo Qing sat on a desolate wasteland after the war, surrounded by monsters and the bones of Taixu Temple's disciples. The blood-stained sky, and the sound of the leaf flute played by someone, followed by the wind.

She wiped off the blood on her mahogany sword, and Yanfeng circled behind her, making a sharp cry.

"Senior Sister, there is news from Taixu Temple that the traitor Yu Jizi led tens of thousands of Youdu Demon Army to capture Yunlu Immortal Residence and then moved eastward to Taixu Temple. Senior Brother Song Yuhan has rectified the interior of the temple. All disciples who are capable of fighting, stand ready."

Mo Qing raised her forehead hair, turned around, and looked at a group of Taixu Guanbingzong disciples who were in the same embarrassment behind her, with fresh scars but still firm eyes, and said, "Return to the rescue!"

"Yes!" Bingzong disciples, regardless of gender, sounded as loud as horns.

Mo Qing turned her head to look at the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon in the distance, blue veins appeared on the back of her hand holding the sword.

It's a pity that when you came back, I didn't have a paintbrush in my hand, but a demon-slaying sword.

21 days three

The Taixu Temple is still the previous Taixu Temple, with magnificent buildings and purple smoke.The Taixu Temple is not the same Taixu Temple as before. The disciples' rooms are no longer busy with the disciples of Shanzong coming in and out. It has been neglected for a long time, and there is a thin layer of dust on the bookshelves.

Mo Qing stood behind the pear-blossom desk in the innermost part of Tianyan Theater, found a cursive copybook from the thick pile of books on the desk, took a pen from the pen holder, dipped some ink, and started After copying, the dust dances in the sunlight shining through the hollow carved windows, and the air carries the old and damp smell of wood.

"Squeak—ah——" the door of the Tianyan Theater was pushed open from the outside, and Mo Qing followed the post without raising her head. She didn't say until the man walked up to her, "Senior Brother Song, today's strategy meeting has something to do." What is the result, is it to meet the enemy head-on or divide the troops into two ways to catch the turtle?"

Mo Qing, as a disciple of the Bingzong who is the main combat power of Taixuguan, Xiemei's crazy strategic memory of setting things in motion is really out of reach with her, so she often skips meetings, instead of going to the disciple's side room A little snack is to go to the psychic dojo to destroy nature, and it is also called that there is not enough firewood in the kitchen.If a pine tree could transform into a human being, it would have covered its face in ice and snow and wept, leaving a bare hill for Taixu to watch.

However, the place Mo Qing often comes to is the Tianyan Theater, where she reads books and draws for a while, it is quiet and comfortable, so every time Song Yuhan ends a meeting, she comes here to find her and inform her about the content and results of the meeting.

"That's not the case. There's no result after fighting." Song Yuhan picked up a thick book from the desk, patted the dust on it, and opened the cover. , Many disciples of Taixu Temple were also damaged. Conservatives believed that some of them should be kept in Taixu Temple, and another part of young elite disciples should be sent to rebuild Taixu Temple elsewhere to preserve their vitality, but the younger ones also said that they should stay Come down and live and die with the Central Plains Taixu Temple."

"Although the suzerains are not passionate enough and do not suit the wishes of young people, everything is for the sake of Taixu." Mo Qing put down her pen and blew on the ink on the copybook, "Senior Brother Song must have his own ideas."

"If I was just a senior brother of the younger generation back then, I would definitely agree with the second