Chapter 253 Ji Ziyue's Painting

Everyone followed An Xiaoyu's gaze and saw a handsome man in white clothes, with his hands behind his back, flying on a sword!

There was no one else except Jiang Feng.

When Jiang Feng saw An Xiaoyu, who had only been gone for a day, he couldn't help but sigh. He had experienced so many things in this day.

"I'm back."

This simple sentence made An Xiaoyu's eyes red.

During the day of waiting for Jiang Feng to come back, no one knew how tormented she was. She was afraid that she would forget Jiang Feng's existence again.

By then, would anyone really remember the Taoist Jiang Feng?

An Xiaoyu rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "It's good to be back. Let's go back quickly! Because you have delayed a lot of things!"

Jiang Feng showed a warm smile and nodded slightly.

"Okay."

Then, without much hesitation, he used his spiritual power to activate the void mirror again.

The space channel was opened again, and then Elder Feng Qingyang drove the flying boat into the space channel. It would only take a moment to return to the sect.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

The Desolate Heaven Battleship appeared right above the Daotian Sword Sect, and everyone showed a look of joy, because there were no casualties on this trip.

In the eyes of the elders, that was the demon god who almost destroyed the Great Xia Dynasty five hundred years ago, but was easily suppressed by their sect master.

"Elders, please go back to your respective peaks first. Everyone has made great contributions this time. This sect master has decided to hold a celebration banquet!"

The second half of the words were obviously said to Feng Qingyang.

"The master is right. We should have a celebration banquet for such a great victory."

"It is all the master's credit to be able to completely kill the demon god Aiser. The role of us old guys is insignificant."

"We should be more festive and let everyone in the sect know about this."

...

When the elders heard the news of the celebration banquet, they expressed different opinions, but An Xiaoyu should still want to see what Feng Qingyang means.

As an elder who is in charge of all affairs in the sect, Feng Qingyang is more like the master than An Xiaoyu most of the time.

Seeing An Xiaoyu looking at him expectantly, Feng Qingyang said helplessly: "Okay, our sect does need a celebration banquet to celebrate the death of the demon god."

He knew that he would have to handle all the big and small things of the celebration banquet by himself.

As for the master An Xiaoyu, he should not be counted on.

"Elder Feng, this master really didn't make a mistake about you. Everything about the celebration banquet is left to you. I have other things to deal with!"

After that, An Xiaoyu took Jiang Feng's hand and left.

In the eyes of most elders, An Xiaoyu has always been so eccentric, so it is not strange to take Jiang Feng's hand and leave.

However, Feng Qingyang always felt that something was strange.

"The sect master... is there any secret between her and Jiang Feng?"

...

On the other side.

Jiang Feng was forced to take An Xiaoyu's flying sword and return to... Zizhu Peak with her? ? ?

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing in Zizhu Peak?"

An Xiaoyu did not answer Jiang Feng's question, but took him to Ji Ziyue's cave, as if she wanted to see Ji Ziyue.

At this time, Jiang Feng also roughly understood what she meant.

An Xiaoyu should want to see with her own eyes whether Ji Ziyue has recovered his previous memories, that is, those scenes that exist in the depths of his memory.

"Xiaoyu, this kind of thing cannot be forced."

Jiang Feng knew very well that Ji Ziyue should not have recovered his memory.

Although he did not understand the mechanism of restoring memory, for example, An Xiaoyu only defeated the demon with him and quickly recovered his memory.

But as his master, Ji Ziyue, the two have been together for three years, and the favorability is still a pitiful 40 points...

"Uncle Taoist, what are you talking about?"

An Xiaoyu didn't seem to understand what Jiang Feng meant by this sentence, and still took him to Ji Ziyue's cave, and soon arrived at the location of the barrier.

"Sister Ziyue, I'm here to see you! Guess who I brought back?"

"Xiaoyu, come in."

Ji Ziyue's voice was not too turbulent, and she seemed to be concentrating on doing something, but the barrier in front of her was already opened.

The expression on An Xiaoyu's face suddenly became a little more solemn.

Uh...what's wrong?

Jiang Feng looked at An Xiaoyu's expression and felt a little puzzled. It wasn't the first time he met Ji Ziyue, why was he nervous?

It seems...she still thinks Ji Ziyue will recover her memory.

The two passed through the deep passage and arrived at the deepest point in an instant.

Ji Ziyue sat on a chair with a painting stand in front of her.

And it looks like she is painting!

An Xiaoyu suddenly felt a sense of alarm. Ji Ziyue didn't have the habit of painting before. Could it be that she has also recovered her memory?

"Sister Ziyue, are you painting?"

Ji Ziyue put down the brush in her hand and looked in the direction of An Xiaoyu.

"Yes, not long ago, I suddenly found that I seemed to have a talent in this area."

"So... let Youwei teach me to paint, and I have made some progress!"

"You came at the right time. I spent a day painting a portrait for you, Xiaoyu. Come and see how the painting is!"

Although Ji Ziyue acted calm, she must be looking forward to someone commenting on her paintings.

"Let me see!"

An Xiaoyu forgot her previous nervousness and ran over with a smile.

However, when she saw her portrait, her smile froze on her face in an instant.

An Xiaoyu pointed at the painting in disbelief and asked, "Sister Ziyue, are you sure that this little man holding a candied haws is me?"

"Why... Xiaoyu, are you questioning my aesthetics?"

Ji Ziyue smiled kindly, as if An Xiaoyu would encounter unimaginable horror if she dared to question her paintings again.

"Woo woo woo woo~~~~"

An Xiaoyu wanted to cry but had no tears, so she had to keep silent.

Is it that ugly?

Jiang Feng also came over with some curiosity, wanting to see the painting from Ji Ziyue's hand. This was the first new thing since the beginning of the world.

When he saw the painting, he was also stunned.

"Disciple, how about the master's painting?"

Ji Ziyue seemed to care more about Jiang Feng's opinion, and An Xiaoyu's feelings were not so important.

"Pfft... I think it's pretty good!"

Jiang Feng didn't lie. Although Ji Ziyue's paintings were a bit childish and far from the level of a master, they perfectly matched An Xiaoyu's temperament!

An Xiaoyu in the painting was a completely Q version.

She had a bun, wore a cheongsam, and held a candied haws in her hand. She didn't look very smart.

It was very funny!