Chapter 1797 The Painter's Words
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The first thing the silver pen artist did when he woke up was to ask to see Ye Hong.
And for some unknown reason, the fifth Qinglan who took care of him was kicked out of the room, leaving only Ye Hong.
In the broken thoughts of the fifth Qinglan, the door was slammed shut.
Ye Hong came to the bedside and stretched out his hand to check the artist's injuries.
It was found that the trauma to the heart vessel was basically healed, and the old life should be saved.
But one's cultivation may be greatly affected.
Even if there is no Qi Forbidden Pill, it will take a long time to recover.
The silver pen painter leaned against the head of the bed, and there was a faint sense of weakness on his face as he recovered from a serious illness.
He sighed silently: "Your medical skills are really better than ghosts and gods. You can even heal this kind of injury. I thought I was helpless."
Ye Hong didn't speak, just waited silently for the follow-up of the silver pen painter.
After a period of contact, Ye Hong discovered that the silver pen painter was a very tangled person.
There seemed to be two diametrically opposed beliefs colliding in his head.
Beneath his elegant and easy-going appearance, Ye Hong could perceive that the Yinbi Painter was a deeply hidden wise man.
More often, it's just pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity, hiding stupidity to hide stupidity.
Ye Hong didn't believe that such a person called him seriously, just to praise his medical skills and express his gratitude.
Sure enough, after saying a few nutritious nonsense, the silver pen painter tremblingly took out an object from the clothes pocket hanging on the side.
Ye Hong looked intently, and found that it was two silver brushes that were broken in the middle.
If connected together, it is exactly the same as the brush weapon that the silver brush painter usually uses.
The silver-brush painter fixedly looked at the two brushes, with deep sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.
After a long time, he was disappointed.
"This Huizhou silver coin, produced in my wife's hometown of Huizhou, is a token of love she gave me.
Back then, when I was young and poor, I was just a village boy who helped others chop and deliver firewood.
But she was born into a literati family, a noble family.
An accident made me meet, know, and fall in love with her...
What happened later was roughly the same as those bloody TV dramas.
Her family disagreed with us, and we eloped hand in hand as the world expected. "
The silver pen painter looked at Ye Hong and laughed at himself: "You still don't know my original name, right?
My real name is [Ge Dan], and my wife's name is [Fang Qin].
In the years after we eloped, we didn't dare to use these two names at all. In order to avoid the pursuit of the Fang family, we had to remain anonymous.
So many years, few people know my real name. "
Silver pen painter, no, Ge Dan looked at the Huizhou Yinhao in his hand and sighed: "The days of elopement are quite hard.
In order to subsidize the family, Fang Qin taught me some painting knowledge, and planned to let me be an ordinary Mr. Danqing in the countryside.
But my talent is dull and I can't teach anything, so Fang Qin is often so angry that he can't eat.
However, literature failed, and martial arts blossomed.
By chance, I came into contact with the ancient martial arts, and I continued to break through until I learned about Cang Mo brushwork...
However, as an ancient warrior, I have no way to protect Fang Qin...
Because, [The Great Calamity] is here. "
Ye Hong's eyes trembled, holding his breath.
He knew that the most crucial part was finally coming.
"It was a catastrophe that swept the entire ancient martial arts world. The ancient martial artists were killed and injured countless times, and the blood flowed into rivers..."
The silver pen artist looked out the window with heavy eyes.