Fairy East Region.
Lu family.
Painting saint Lu Zhong is painting.
He scooped a ladle of water from the bucket and splashed it directly on a piece of white paper. The white paper got wet and became wrinkled.
Lu Zhong nodded with satisfaction:
"This one is called [Clear Blue Sky]."
"Good! You are worthy of being a painting saint!" Beside Lu Zhong, a middle-aged fat man wearing luxurious brocade clothes applauded, admiring the crumpled white paper.
"Zhuge Chi, what did you see?" Lu Chong smiled kindly.
Zhuge Chi, the deputy master of Wanbao Pavilion, is Zhuge Xiaobai's clan brother.
"The blue sky is as clear as a wash." Zhuge Chi said leisurely.
Maybe it's because he is fat and has a big face, which makes his eyes look a little small. If you don't look closely, you would think they are two black beans growing on a yellow-skinned potato.
"Yes, the blue sky is like a wash. It's washed. Where's the blue sky?" Lu Zhong looked at the various colored drawing papers on the walls of the study, his long eyebrows twitching slightly.
"Maybe it was hidden by someone." Zhuge Chi rubbed his belly, which seemed to be seven or eight months pregnant, with a simple smile.
"Who do you think it could be?" Lu Zhong looked over.
"It's hard to say." Zhuge Chi smiled:
"I wouldn't have guessed that it would be some Li Weiyang from the Li family in China who doesn't want to be named."
"If you can't guess, forget it." Lu Zhong shook his head and smiled.
"Old man, I have personally delivered this batch of scrolls about the universe to your study. Now..." Zhuge Chi rubbed his fingers towards Lu Lu, indicating that it was time to finish.
"You can take this painting of a clear blue sky back." Lu Zhong put his hands behind his back and kept his gaze on the drawings on the wall.
"How about you change it, old man?" Zhuge Chixin said that it would be too much to replace a piece of wet paper with the scrolls recorded by Qiankun in so many paintings in Wanbao Pavilion...
"Do you really want to change?" Lu Chong looked kindly.
Zhuge Chi seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes trembled suddenly. He grabbed the drawing paper that gradually dried after getting wet, bowed deeply to Lu Zhong, and turned around to leave.
Mr. Lu was not threatening him, but reminding him.
The blue sky is as clear as a wash, the blue sky and the bright sun, this is a life-saving picture. Zhuge Chi knows something he shouldn't know. If he is not under the blue sky and the bright sun, it will be difficult for him to survive.
He just thought he was smart and told the name of the Li family member.
Li Weiyang, the Li family is in panic, just like Mr. Lu is in the Lu family.
After Zhuge Chi left, all the scrolls sent by Wanbao Pavilion in Lu Zhong's study were unfolded one by one.
The scene on the screen is moving.
Lu Zhong was sighing.
The universe in the painting can record vivid scenes, but it cannot preserve the breath of living creatures.
He has been painting all his life, but he can't draw a single living person.
He wanted his paintings to come alive, and he wanted the people in his paintings to come alive.
He had promised that man who was as gentle as jade that if one day the man died, he, Lu Zhong, would use his paintbrush to bring the man back to life.
But he didn't do it, and Sister Youdu didn't wait either.
A piece of drawing paper floated gently, and in the drawing was a young man in black robe, with handsome features, gentle and evil temperament, it was Zhao Wujiang.
The drawing paper burned slowly, and Lu Zhong's eyes became darker and darker:
"Are you really the reincarnation of my brother? Or is it someone else, Luo Zi?"
The drawing paper burned out and turned into ashes.
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Tianbao Continent in the Southern Territory of Shenshui River, beside Shenshui River, Daolian Secret Realm, the twelfth level of Daolian Heaven.
Only now did Zhao Wujiang feel as if a ball of fire was burning through his body from the inside out, burning to the point of tingling in his soul.
He took a long breath and kept adjusting his breath.
At the same time, in a bamboo forest deep in the Li family in the vast Divine Realm of Middle-earth, the expression of the old man who was fishing suddenly darkened. The fishing line of the fishing rod suddenly burned and burned out in the blink of an eye.
All that was left of the entire fishing rod was the bare green bamboo pole, with one end of the bamboo pole charred black.
The old man smiled gloomily, threw away the fishing rod without the fishing line, and a brand new fishing rod appeared in his hand.
He cast lightly, and the fishing line fell into the fish pond without fish.
