Chapter 619 The Little Girl Really Doesn't Suffer at All!

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She is naturally good at learning this Gu technique, and others may not be able to learn it so thoroughly after several years of study. She actually learned it superbly within a few months. Her friend thought she was a good seedling, so he introduced her to his master. , his master lived in an isolated village deep in the mountains, and he didn't take disciples easily, but he fell in love with her right away, taught her for two months... and gave her a fragment of Gu art.

In modern times, Gu Xijiu's studies are complicated, but her main studies are kung fu and poison medicine.

She always feels that Gu art needs to use insects as a medium, and she doesn't like those insects very much. In addition, raising Gu often needs to use her own essence and blood, there are too many frames and too many constraints, so although she has learned a lot, she almost I don't use it, and I haven't raised Gu.

But she is very interested in detoxification, watching those 'little things' disappear in her hands is more fulfilling.

So she mainly researched the Gu technique on the fragmented scroll, which not only contained various rare Gu techniques, but also corresponding solutions.

Of course, because no one who had been infected by the gu was used as a test product for her, so she just had a look at it at the time.

Fortunately, she has a strong memory, and she can memorize everything after reading it once...

She just wanted to briefly talk about her Gu calendar, after all, she felt that her modern knowledge had little to do with this place, and her modern friends would not be able to come here no matter how awesome they are.

But Shengzun asked very carefully, including the appearance and image characteristics of the two people who taught her Gu skills.

In the end, he simply handed Gu Xijiu a few pieces of paper and a pen: "Come on, draw them down."

Gu Xijiu: "..." She was also smart, and couldn't help but said, "You don't suspect that the person behind the scenes is one of them, do you? No, I came here by accident, and it's impossible for them to come too. Time travel It was a very accidental event..."

"Everything is possible, just draw it and compare it with the deity."

"Then you can also draw the object of your suspicion and show me, ah, yes, you can also draw a portrait of the behind-the-scenes characters you saw at Qian Lingtian's place?" Gu Xijiu's eyes sparkled.

The little girl really doesn't suffer at all!

The Holy One finally agreed, so the two sat facing each other and painted separately...

After a stick of incense time passed, the two finished their drawings respectively, and then looked at each other.

Shengzun's painting is very realistic. The mysterious man in his painting is covered in a snow-like white robe from hood to toe. You can't tell if he's fat or thin, and he can't tell if he's male or female. It's just that he has a cold and strange demeanor. It seems that every time he appears, it is at night, and it is under the circumstances of no moon and no stars, so after appearing in this outfit, it feels a little creepy.

Gu Xijiu's drawing is a sketch, with a few strokes to outline the characteristics of the characters. Although it is somewhat distorted, the main characteristics of the characters are also vivid on the paper.

Her friend is a handsome guy with red lips and white teeth, the kind who makes the sun shine when he smiles.

But the master hidden in the mountains looked very different, wearing a linen robe, tall and thin, with five senses... couldn't see the five senses clearly, because the other party had a beard, and the beard was not short, hiding the five senses behind The beard is hidden, so the facial features are not obvious.

Gu Xijiu also made it clear that this master has a weird temper, reticent, and rarely shows up, and basically does not show up when imparting her voodoo skills, often talking in the back room while the other listens in the outside room. The number of times she has seen him can be counted on the fingers.