The First Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty-Five Chapters Care About 0:1

Chapter 1745 Worry at 1:00

Bai Zhi left, holding back her anger, seriously suspecting that Ye Chen did it on purpose to avenge her for what happened before.

"Go back." As soon as he came out of the small bamboo forest, he heard a faint sound.

It was Emperor Huang, who didn't know where he was, but he seemed to know that his disciple, he knew best, still wanted to pick him up?

"Master, my disciple doesn't understand, why do you want to draw me?"

"There are so many women in the underworld, just find one."

"Or, I leave a clone, there is no need for the deity."

Bai Zhi slandered, how arrogant she was, even if she was defeated, she was still the supreme disciple.

"This is a kind of practice, you must not give up halfway."

Emperor Huang's words are still so ethereal and majestic.

Bai Zhi took a deep breath, since she did not dare to disobey the master's order, she turned around and returned to the small bamboo forest with an ugly expression.

In the small bamboo forest, Ye Chen had already collected the painting and picked up the pen again.

Even if there is no Baizhi here, he can still draw, the beautiful image of Baizhi has been branded by him like a sea of ​​​​divine, and it is no different from a real person.

However, before he could write, the girl came back.

When she came back, she stared at Ye Chen fiercely. If it wasn't for the order of Emperor Huang, she would definitely be furious and fight Ye Chen again.

"Fairy, you don't need to be here." Ye Chen spoke slowly.

"Do you think I think so?" Bai Zhi glanced at Ye Chen, straightened her hair, and sat back to her original position.

Seeing Bai Zhi's expression, Ye Chen coughed dryly and felt a little guilty.

Thinking about it carefully, this matter is really inappropriate.

After all, he was a disciple of the emperor, and he came to be a model in person, which gave him enough face, but he was a little distracted.

"Paint, hurry up, I'm very busy." Bai Zhi said lightly.

This girl's beautiful eyes are very expressive, as if she is saying: If you dare to paint randomly,

Believe it or not, the old lady slapped you.

Ye Chen was embarrassed, picked up the brush, and dipped in the delicate ink.

After taking a deep breath, he started to write, stroke by stroke, that line, that brushstroke, was absolutely master-level.

Bai Zhi sits still and does not move, like an ice beauty.

While sitting, a ray of immortal light fell straight down from the sky and landed on her, imprisoning her and confining her there.

It was Emperor Huang again, who knew his disciples very well, and really dared to pick them up.

So, he added a layer of insurance and banned her.

As he said, this is practice, and grinding is her state of mind. This time, she and Ye Chen are training each other.

Bai Zhi is not calm anymore, she wants to speak hard, and she can't move.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get, with dissatisfaction with the master, I don't object to you training him, but I can't change someone.

Am I still injured? He was beaten by Ye Chen.

While speaking, Ye Chen looked complete, but he was fascinated.

Don't look at it, it's still Chu Ling, the depiction is lifelike, but that brush and ink, how can there be a little bit of Bai Zhi's appearance.

Opposite, Bai Zhi's eyes flashed, and she wanted to come and have a look.

However, seeing Ye Chen like this, she didn't need to run to see it.

It must be Chu Ling, it must be Chu Ling, otherwise that kid would not have tears in his eyes, and he looked very ecstatic.

Ye Chen sighed, put away the scroll, and picked up the pen again.

The small bamboo forest was calm again, sitting alone, painting alone, Baizhi couldn't speak, Ye Chen didn't speak, the silence was terrifying.

The speed of his painting is really fast, one after another.

However, both of them are Chu Ling, and they have nothing to do with Bai Zhi. If they really do, it means that they are both female.

Bai Zhi already wanted to cry, and she was already injured, adding internal injuries.

Suffering, real suffering, began to understand his own value: not to let Ye Chen paint, but to watch Ye Chen's paintings.

What's maddening is that it doesn't seem to have anything to do with her.

Here, Ye Chen has made another picture, very beautiful, but it really has nothing to do with Baizhi. Obviously, it is Chu Ling.

Bai Zhi closed her eyes, she would go crazy if she looked at it any longer.

Ye Chen held the scroll and looked at it for a long time, with tears in his smile.

Although it is a picture scroll, it seems to be the real Chu Ling, with a frown and a smile, they are all her spirits, and they are the same as those in memory.

But she has finally become a wife and doesn't love him anymore, Ye Chen.

He began to understand that the so-called love has long since passed.

He also really understands and understands the intentions of his ancestors, Emperor Huang, that he doesn't want him to go through the six realms of reincarnation with love and calamity.

A gust of breeze blew, and ruffled his long snow-white hair.

He also closed his eyes, picked up a brush, and painted with ink.

This pair, strokes and strokes are slow, neither urgent nor dry, it takes a long time, and it has not been completed for three whole days.

It wasn't until the fourth day that I saw him open his eyes and look at the scroll.

On the picture scroll, it is still Chu Ling, but those who are attentive will find that nine points of this painting are Chu Ling, and one point is like Bai Zhi.

He watched for an entire hour, his vision blurred by tears.

A little like Bai Zhi, it proves that his mood has changed, and he is so dazed that he begins to let go of Chu Ling.

It's hard to fall in love with someone, but it's even harder to let go of someone.

I don't know the first time, he raised the brush and closed his eyes.

Three days and three days, one pair after another, his paintings are more vivid, but the more he paints, the less Chu Ling and more like Bai Zhi.

He never felt that painting was so heart-wrenching.

The more like Bai Zhi, the more Chu Ling is put down.

Point after point, until the painting was no longer Chu Linger, but Bai Zhi, it was truly put down.

His brush seems to have become a carving knife. Although it is painted on the scroll, it is engraved in his heart, stroke by stroke, and he wants to cry in pain.

Painting, continue to make; people, continue to forget; tears, continue to flow.

I don't know how many days passed, how many paintings he made, until every bamboo was covered with paintings of Yiren.

In these days, he is transforming and nirvana in love calamity.

And Angelica, the dull state of mind gradually becomes still like still water.

She understood the master's good intentions, and when she closed her eyes, she broke the realm, and advanced from a saint to a quasi-sage king.

After an unknown number of days, she opened her eyes for the first time.

Her eyes were full of joy. This level had blocked her for a hundred years.

In addition to her joy, she looked at Ye Chen again. She broke through the bottleneck this time. She should be thanking him, and it was a good fortune.

She saw that Ye Chen was painting with his eyes closed, but the tears from the corners of his eyes couldn't stop flowing, which made him feel a little distressed.

In her beautiful eyes, there was a hint of compassion in her indifference.

She has never loved anyone, and she doesn't know what it's like to lose.

It can be seen that Ye Chen is like this, and she knows how painful it is to forget a woman, it is more painful than a thousand cuts!

Hey, with a sigh, she got up and stepped into Jie Ming Mountain. Now that she has advanced, she needs to transcend the calamity.

In the small bamboo forest, Ye Chen's last stroke also fell.

In front of the picture scroll, it is no longer Chu Ling, nine out of nine are Angelica.

That 1:00 is his last attachment, and if it becomes a pair again, it will definitely be erased, a trace of pitiful care.

He took all the picture scrolls, hung them in the air, and held a trace of fire, and the picture scrolls were all burned into nothingness.

Then, he silently turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest step by step.

Outside the mountain, the rumbling sound has started, the dark clouds are rolling, extremely thick, there are thunder and lightning flying, and they are like swimming snakes.

A coercion that made heaven and earth tremble, covered the underworld.

That is the heavenly robbery, the divine punishment exclusively for Angelica, the bloodline is too strong, and the talent is too defying the sky, this calamity, the more terrifying it will be.

The people in the four directions were startled, all raised their heads, and stared at Xu Tian in a daze.

They are all cultivators, so how could they not recognize what kind of scene this is.

At the moment, too many people gathered and flocked to the direction of Jie Mingshan.

"Actually...it's actually Baizhi." Someone was surprised, looking at Xutian, Baizhi stood upright, like a queen of the world.

"The emperor's disciple, after all, has taken that step."

"Fortune is good fortune!" The old generals are mostly Yan Mu, and they have stopped in the Saint Realm for hundreds of years.

"I read that right! There's one over there too?" someone exclaimed.

In a word, a lot of people were attracted and looked at one side.

In that world, there are also dark clouds, and thunder is raging.

Vaguely, I can still see a figure, wearing armor, with a tough back, eyes like stars, and long hair like a waterfall.

"Ming...Ming Jue?" Too many people were taken aback for a moment, with strange expressions.

"The emperor's apprentice and the underworld emperor's apprentice will lead to the catastrophe together, is it okay to discuss it?" Many people scratched their heads.

"It's really evenly matched!" Qin Mengyao sighed in a corner of the crowd, "It's not in any order."

"The calamity is so vast, how scary this divine punishment must be." The nine great generals in the first hall also came, and the tongues couldn't stop.

"It's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." Zhao Yun smiled, his expression did not fluctuate too much. In terms of catastrophe, they were too far apart.

In the sound of discussion, thunder and lightning have gathered into the sea from both the east and the west.

Ming Jue and Bai Zhi, standing in their respective seas of thunder, with high fighting spirit, want to transform under the heavenly tribulation, and want to be nirvana under the divine punishment.

But seeing that in their respective thunder seas, there are two thunderous figures in illusion, the gods are shoulder-to-shoulder, and the laws of the emperor are flying.

"My God! The Underworld Emperor and the Emperor." There was an uproar in all directions.

"It turned out to be the Emperor Dao Divine Tribulation." The old guys were excited.

"Both of them have touched the laws of the Underworld Emperor and the Emperor."

"So, Bai Zhi and Ming Jue are going to single out... Underworld Emperor and Emperor Monarch?" Someone asked tentatively.

"If you can cross it, it will be the Nine Heavens Immortal Tower; but if you can't cross it, it will be the Nine Nether Yellow Springs." The older generation took a deep breath.

Under everyone's attention, Bai Zhi and Ming Jue had already started a war.

It's really a one-vs-two match against the two supreme beings of the same period. Rao is the battle strength of the two of them, and they are all bloody.

The spectator's eyes are shining, for fear of missing any picture.

What's more, the memory spar has been taken out. This kind of scene is rare in ten thousand years. It is branded and taken back as an offering.

Xu is that the robbery was too loud and caught everyone's attention, but no one noticed, a figure walked towards the vast land.

That is Ye Chen, with a trace of concern, with all the dust, sneaking under the dark sun, to really forget Chu Ling.

On the top of Jie Ming Mountain, Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang stood side by side, but they did not watch their disciples cross the calamity, but looked at Ye Chen through the mist.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation is about to open, Emperor Huang, what you calculated is just right!" Emperor Ming smiled leisurely, "You are not afraid, he has been falling into love calamity?"

"I have never doubted that the Holy Body has never disappointed anyone." Di Huang smiled, his eyes filled with relief.