Chapter 1744 Painting

Chapter 1744 Painting

With a sigh of emotion, Ye Chen has stepped into Jie Ming Mountain.

Behind him, those eyes were full of awe.

Being trapped by love, it was really not easy to be able to break free in such a short period of time and defeat the emperor and Tu'er.

How hard it is to bear what others can't bear, carrying pain on your back.

The world began to believe that the undefeated record of Eucharist Ye Chen did not depend only on strength, but also on his heart as iron as stone.

Inadvertently, too many people could not help but look at Zhao Yun.

In terms of evildoers, this fellow and Ye Chen can be said to be evenly matched.

These two goods, don't be too natural, one beats Mingjue, and the other beats Baizhi, making two supreme, very shameless.

Suddenly, too many people brushed their beards and warned themselves in their hearts: Don't mess with these two bitches.

Even the supreme face dares to lose, and there is nothing else he dares to do.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, turned around and left, concerned with Lao Tzu's bird business.

Ming Jue also coughed dryly. He was already very popular. After the battle with Zhao Yun, it became even more popular in the underworld. The thief was a shame.

As soon as he left, the spectators also left one after another. Before leaving, they still did not forget to pay a respectful salute to Jie Mingshan.

There are also many people muttering, the emperor is really calm.

In front of Jie Ming Mountain, only Bai Zhi was left, and she laughed a little bit at herself.

In terms of bloodline, her bloodline is infinitely close to the prehistoric Yuanfeng, and in a certain sense, it is stronger than the ancient holy body.

In terms of background, he is a disciple of the emperor. Since the beginning of Taoism, he has inherited the immortal methods of immortality. In this regard, Ye Chen can't compare.

In terms of cultivation, she has been a saint for a hundred years, and her realm has reached a bottleneck. She is only a quasi-sage king, and she is stronger than Ye Chen.

But unfortunately, she lost. Under the premise of taking all the advantages, she lost in a mess. The so-called arrogance turned into a joke.

She underestimated Ye Chen. His temperament, actual combat ability, and mind were absolutely crushing her, and defeat was inevitable.

someone outside,

There are mountains outside the mountains, this era is too extraordinary.

Once again, she shook her head helplessly, standing at the top since she was a child, but because she stood too high, she was short-sighted.

Thinking in her heart, she also restrained her breath and went in.

Ye Chen's boy was too ferocious, and his actions were neither light nor heavy, so that she was seriously injured and needed time to recuperate.

In Jie Ming Mountain, Ye Chen walked slowly until he reached the small bamboo forest.

Emperor Huang was there, sitting leisurely, a generation without God, dressed in plain clothes, immortal style and bones, quietly brewing tea.

"Junior Ye Chen, I have seen my predecessors." Ye Chen saluted.

"Come and sit." Di Huang smiled and said gently.

Ye Chen stepped forward. After half a year, he sat opposite Di Huang again. Although he was supreme, he had no dignity at all.

He should be very honored, the Supreme Being of a generation, actually poured tea for him personally, and most of the people would believe this when it spreads out.

Looking at the haggard and vicissitudes of Ye Chen, Di Huang couldn't help sighing.

Ye Chen's fate was all caused by him.

The Supreme also has love. How much he loves Yueshang, he knows how much Ye Chen loves Chu Ling, and he knows Ye Chen's state of mind.

However, if he did it again, he still did not hesitate.

It's just strange, the reincarnation of the six realms is too terrible, this cruelty, although the process is cruel, but it can save Ye Chen and help him to Nirvana.

Eternally ago, he was defeated, and he did not want Ye Chen to be defeated.

The ancient regret has beented our ancestors, and we must not allow future generations to die, even if the means are cruel.

"Senior, I have become a saint, can I return to the heavens?" Ye Chen said, his voice hoarse, unable to hide the vicissitudes.

"Can you let her go?" The emperor said indifferently, his words lingering.

"Put... let it go." Ye Chen said, trying to squeeze out a smile, it was far-fetched, and his heart was aching.

"Whether you can let it go is not by mouth, but by heart."

"Junior put it down, and asked the senior to let me go through the barrier."

"In your current state, I can't let you go." Di Huang said lightly, with a hint of supreme majesty.

"Then... when can I return to the heavens?" Ye Chen asked.

Di Huang did not speak, did not speak, only flicked his sleeves lightly, and in the next instant, he saw a woman appearing in the small bamboo forest.

Taking a closer look, it was Bai Zhi, his disciple of Emperor Huang.

Bai Zhi was stunned. She had just entered the boudoir and was about to heal her wounds. Before she could breathe, she was brought by Emperor Huang.

It's also a shame that you didn't take off your clothes, otherwise... it would be really embarrassing.

This girl is very puzzled. I don't know what Emperor Huang is looking for her to do. Ye Chen is even more puzzled, and I don't know where Emperor Huang sang.

"When will I be able to draw Baizhi, and when will I let you go through the barrier."

Under the suspicious eyes of the two, Di Huang got up, fluttered his sleeves and left, his body was illusory one step at a time, until he disappeared.

Ye Chen frowned, a little surprised, just... so simple?

Bai Zhi's expression is also strange enough. Master called her, is she a model? This... was a bit of a surprise.

Here, Ye Chen has taken out the pen and paper and hangs in the air.

Bai Zhi simply trimmed her hair, then found a place to sit down. It was the first time for her to do such a thing.

Ye Chen's eyes were calm, and his expression showed no emotional fluctuations. He glanced at Bai Zhi, then waved his hand and painted quietly.

Bai Zhi looked indifferent, like a statue, motionless.

Occasionally, he would also raise his eyes and scan Ye Chen indistinctly.

She has always been aiming at being a master, and she has made a big wish that one day she will surpass her master.

But the appearance of Eucharist Ye Chen became another goal of hers.

Only by defeating him can he reach the top, and only by defeating him can he be qualified to surpass Emperor Huang.

Bamboo forest, fell into calm, only a wisp of wind blowing.

Sitting alone, painting alone, this scene is a bit weird.

Not long ago, the two were fighting outside the Jie Ming Mountain.

It's only been a long time, and it's a whole again, the atmosphere is really awkward, and it's really unnatural to be stared at by such a man.

If it wasn't for the master's personal order, she wouldn't sit here honestly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Ye Chen wrote like a god, and his strokes never stopped.

On the white picture scroll, a woman's prototype has been outlined.

Ye Chen's painting skills are still good. The paintings are lifelike, with every frown, smile, and hair, all very expressive.

I don't know when, I saw him stop, staring blankly at the painting he made, his expression was in a trance, and his eyes were hazy.

"You...haven't drawn yet?" Bai Zhi glanced at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear it, he was still looking at the painting, and it could be seen that there were still tears in his eyes.

Bai Zhi frowned, what did you do, draw a picture, why did you cry.

Or, this girl looks really... so good-looking?

Ye Chen smiled, raised his hand subconsciously, and gently stroked the scroll, his eyes were full of tenderness, just like looking at his wife.

"Since the painting is finished, I will leave." Bai Zhi couldn't sit still, and immediately got up, the lotus strides gracefully, and the appearance is illusory.

Xu was driven by curiosity. When passing by Ye Chen, she subconsciously turned her eyes and glanced at Ye Chen's painting.

I also wanted to see what Ye Chen had drawn her, and she was so fascinated that she even burst into tears.

Seeing this, it didn't matter, so she stopped on the spot.

In the portrait, where is her, it is clearly another woman.

To be more precise, it was God Naihe Bridge...Chu Linger.

For a time, Bai Zhi's chest rose and fell violently, sparks bloomed in her eyes, and it seemed that there was a sign of going crazy.

The old lady is really idle, sitting for so long, you are drawing other women in my image, which is too annoying.

I just wanted to ask, what is the value of my existence, am I entertaining you? You are not drawing me, you should have said it earlier!

The silent Ye Chen had nothing in his heart, and he never felt that Bai Zhi was looking at him, and that pair of eyes that wanted to eat people.

He still looked at the painting, the painting by Chu Ling.

He also didn't know that he was clearly painting Baizhi, but he drew Chu Ling by ghosts and gods, and portrayed her vividly.

Obviously, he can't forget Chu Ling, and he can't let go of the woman he loves the most. Even when he paints, he paints her likeness.

How could he let it go? That is the woman he loves the most. After three hundred years of love, he let go when he said let it go. He thought he couldn't do it.