Urban Strengthening System

Chapter 1797: Painter's Word

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The first thing the silver pen painter woke up was to ask to see Ye Hong.

And I don't know why, but also drove the fifth Qinglan who took care of him out of the room, leaving only Yehong.

In the fifth Qinglan's broken thoughts, the door was slammed shut.

Ye Hong came to the bed and reached out to check the silver pen artist's injury.

Found that the heart and wounds have basically healed, and his old life should be saved.

However, if you cultivate yourself, you may be greatly affected.

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

The silver pen painter leaned against the head of the bed, and there was a trace of weakness in his face when he became seriously ill.

He sighed silently: "Your medical skills really compete with ghosts and spirits, and even such injuries can be cured. I thought I was not saved."

Ye Hong didn't speak, but waited silently for the follow-up of the silver pen artist.

After a period of contact, Ye Hong discovered that the silver pen painter was an extremely tangled person.

There seemed to be two completely opposite beliefs, colliding with each other in his head.

Under the elegant and easy-going appearance, Ye Hong was able to perceive that the silver pen painter was a deeply hidden wise man.

More often, it's just pretending to be crazy and selling silly things, hiding foolishness.

Ye Hong did not believe that such a person called him solemnly, just to praise his medical skills and express gratitude.

Sure enough, after a few non-nutritive nonsense, the silver pen artist trembled tremblingly to take an object out of the clothes pocket hanging beside him.

Ye Hong looked closely and found that it was two silver brushes that were disconnected from the middle.

If they are connected together, it is exactly the same as the brush weapon that silver pen painters usually use.

The silver pen artist fixedly looked at the two paragraphs of brush, with deep sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.

It took a long time before he spoke in surprise.

"This Huizhou Yinhao, born in his wife's hometown of Huizhou, is a token of love that she gave me.

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

However, she was born into the Fang family of literati, noble.

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

Afterwards, it is almost the same as those of the TV series of dog blood.

Her family disagreed with us, and we also eloped together as expected. "

The silver pen painter looked at Ye Hong and laughed at himself: "Don't you know my original name yet?

My real name is [Ge Dan] and my wife is [Fang Qin].

In the years after we eloped, we did not dare to use these two names at all. In order to escape Fang's pursuit, we could only hide our names.

For so many years, few people have known my real name. "

Silver pen painter, no, Ge Dan looked at Huizhou Yinhao in his hand and sighed: "The days of elopement are quite difficult.

In order to subsidize the family, Fang Qin taught me some painting knowledge, intending to make me an ordinary Mr. Dan Qing in the countryside.

But my talent is dull, I can't teach anything, and I am always so angry that I can't eat.

However, literature failed, martial arts blossomed.

By chance, I came into contact with Gu Wu and continued to make breakthroughs until I learned how Cang Mo wrote...

However, as a warrior, I have no way to protect Fang Qin...

Because, [The Great Tribulation] is here. "

Ye Hong's eyes startled and he held his breath.

He knew that the most critical part was finally coming.

"It was a catastrophe that swept across the ancient martial arts world. The ancient martial artsmen suffered numerous deaths and injuries, and blood flowed into rivers..."

The silver pen painter looked out of the window, his eyes full.

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