The branches in the poet’s hand were scribbled again, and the sound continued to enter Mi Su Jing. "At that time, I was practicing and suddenly felt very gracious. When I woke up, I lost my magic. Before I could figure out what was going on, I fainted again, and when I woke up, I came back again. It was a true practice that turned into a hateful magic element."
"A clear and sweet can’t say a beautiful sound in my mind. You’re a well-qualified child. My monty mantle is your blessing and my happiness. After a good child, I love you dearly. Your voice did not fall. I know that a figure flashed in the sea … green shirt, pink skirt beads, ugly face! The ugly man wriggled with laughter and continued, good boy, don’t be afraid that I’m not here to take possession of my house, but that I’m afraid that you’ll miss me for thousands of years except when you commit suicide. "
"As he said, I haven’t been able to kill myself since then. It’s not true that I haven’t tried it … I really want to die. It’s not that I can’t miss you and me in the West Sea. If I want to die, I will surely die … after the initial torture … somehow I’m also practicing magic, paying attention to immortality, not going into the war, not going into the war … How can I be ineffective ?.. It’s one thing to kill myself without trying my best to be killed by others .. It’s another thing, I’
"It’s all right to be depressed and desperate, kill yourself several times, and go to self-repair repeatedly. It’s enough tossing and turning, and the mind is naturally calm and interesting, but two things still need to be done well. If they are not repaired enough, they can’t be done well. There’s nothing to complain about. When I was out, I just hated the magic, changed my voice, changed my behavior and even changed my eyes." Qi Donglai drew a strong boy himself with a few strokes.
Buddha can measure people, but he can measure himself. He can draw a picture of Qi coming from the east and turning to life.
Su Jing finally asked, "Don’t tell my classmates the truth?"
"Tell them that I don’t hate magic practice?" Qi Donglai smiled slightly on the side of his head, glancing at Su Jing’s eyes with amorous feelings. "Tell the truth, it’s time to please and hate, and it won’t be less than one or two. Have more pity on me?" It’s enough to hate me, and don’t blame others for thinking that I was forced to accept it. It’s incredible that the real devil possessed the spirit and forced me to change it … This is an impossible thing. "
Qi Donglai’s branches are frozen, and the scribbling sound has not changed, and it is charming and slightly sighing. It seems that when the people of Jianghuai Painting House are drinking, they tell their confidants about their suffering experiences and pull up the topic of "I have cried three times in six words and two things since I practiced for two thousand years."
"The two things are that Master told me that in the future, the Sect of Mountains and Monty Demons will be carried forward. At that time, I was still a visionary and ambitious teacher who valued me very much. The second thing is to take good care of the younger brother … When the younger brother first started, the master asked me that I was normal at that time. The younger brother was not as qualified as me, but it was also extremely good … He was too clingy, and he was afraid that the master would grow my back if he was not afraid of me. I really needed the master to tell me that I would take good care of him. "
"The twists and turns on the way to practice made the master disappointed and sad, but he hated me again, and he was so kind to me that he treated me as a son and I treated him as a father." Qi Donglai took the branch in his left hand and gently brushed his right hand as if the branch in his left hand was a pen and the heart in his right hand was an inkstone.
"Crying three times … it’s more than three times when I was young. When I grew up, crying in a playful way is not really crying three times. First, Xinjiang Xiu was forced by Wang Dan to become disgusted and tired. Later generations did the mountain to enlarge and cry and hit their heads;"
"Second, I fled to the West Sea to cry when the master set up a new teacher’s younger brother. It was not because the throne of the demon king fell to others’ disappointment’ that I really failed his old man’s house. If he could choose me, he always wanted to put the mantle in a big position. It was not that I didn’t want to look back when I first learned to hate demons. He repeatedly asked me to nod, so he helped me disperse the true cultivation and then consumed my own spirit and magic yuan to help me rebuild the meridians … If I wanted to turn back, he would hurt himself even if I wanted to ascend the magic hope in the future …
"I didn’t say much when I cried for three times when Master ascended to the devil."
"Two things cry three times; those two things do my best; Crying three times is enough for my life. I don’t want to cry for the fourth time. If my younger brother loses his life … Master wants me? I’m afraid I’ll cry again. "When I say that, the branches move, like a sword, piercing my right palm.
The palm of your hand broke blood and stained the branches. Then, the thick branches made pens, and the palm of your hand was bloody and ink. Qi Dong came to draw a three-breath scene in one go. He drew a beautiful person in one go.
It’s not obvious when painting butterflies and wildflowers, but when he painted rabbits Moya, a rabbit turned to life. How old is the poet?
This time, he painted the living with three breaths, and he painted the eternal old!
Long hair inch by inch turns gray to white bronze luster, and the skin is wrinkled and dull, strong and tall, and the body quickly bends and withers.
Just a short three-breath branch pen, that beautiful and lifelike painting, Qi Donglai has fallen to the ground.
Chapter nine hundred and fifty You’ve had enough. I really don’t want to come.
When the poet fell to the ground, Su Jing hurriedly grabbed his left arm to hold Qi Donglai’s neck, and he touched Su Jing’s heart with a cold neck as soft as a noodle.
After death, the body is stiff and the neck is hard; But ordinary people’s necks will never be so soft that he will die in such a situation! Save the dying and hold Qi Donglai. At the same time, Su Jing’s right hand has already held his wrist. Yang Huo Zhen Yuan flows like a stream from Su Jing’s fingers to Qi Donglai.
Cold-hearted and heavy-hearted, I’m really flowing into Qi Donglai’s body. Su Jing’s life is on fire. He’s repairing it … He’s alive!
It’s gone, it’s all gone. Qi Donglai’s investment is everything he has, from repairing strength to force, from spirit to fascination, from body to life.
Qi Donglai has given everything to that painting.
There is room for redemption after the fire has been extinguished.
Qi Donglai is not dead yet. On the verge of collapse, the old man’s body moves slightly, and his eyelids barely lift a gap. His eyes are as turbid as if they are stinking and stagnant. "You are …"
Eyes open but can’t see anything; Life is in the picture, three breaths of old age and mental exhaustion. For a moment, he can hardly remember the things before painting.
I don’t know where I am, but I don’t know what happened, but I can come from Qidong … I still smile that my teeth are gone and my lips are shriveled, which makes him laugh. I can’t tell you how obscure and ugly it is. From Middle-earth to three thousand worlds, from one domain to the vast universe, it’s never beautiful and dying.
Laughter before death is always so ugly, not because he laughs now, but because he laughed ten thousand years before painting, but he failed to erase this smile and kept it.
Perhaps it was just a blip, and soon he was refreshed and remembered the previous event "Su … Scenes?"
My eyes are wider, but I still can’t see. Guess.
Open your eyes but see nothing, which makes Qi Donglai frown, but his face is dry as it is about to rot and bark, and then he frowns, and his skin cracks, and his skin cracks and wrinkles climb.
"Yes" Su Jing had just finished talking, and suddenly someone rushed to the poor official servant and the heroic woman Gu Xiaojun.
See Su Jing arms lay a dying old man, Gu Xiaojun, without asking much, and saluted Su Jing directly. "It’s not good to bother me to come and have a look … is there anything you and I say the same?"
Qi Donglai will die. Su Jing can’t save him, but even if Su Jingli reverses Yin and Yang, he can still arrange things for his most hated friend in his life. When he is lucky, his heart mantra has been changed. A pair of pearl babies immediately rushed to the Yin and Yang Department to invite people. The role of a demon fog can’t be spent, especially two big sentences.
Both of them can’t get away from Gu Xiaojun for the time being.
Sue scenic spots nodded and stretched out his hand and pointed to the poet "Qi Donglai will go to the nether world …"
7 July, 2024
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