"That's natural. Even if the seniors don't say anything, the juniors will pay great attention to it."
"That's good!" The painter stood up and said, "The reason why I tell you this is because I hope he can have someone to rely on when he is still young. This way, the friendship between me and the cook for so many years will not be in vain."
"That's it! That's it!"
The artist drew a few simple lines in the air with his fingers, and immediately, a paper kite fluttered its wings and came to his feet.
"I'll have a brief chat with that kid first, and then I'll go to the Demon Realm to deal with the big turtle's matter. This old beast is quite difficult to deal with. So, during the period when I'm not back, you guys
It’s still a bit low-key, but the previous plan cannot be stopped for a moment!”
"Yes Yes!"
When the painter's figure left the Banmeng Villa, Yun Manlou suddenly remembered something and quickly asked in the air: "I just don't know where the person the senior mentioned is now?"
"I left him in Hualong Garden, let him live there first!"
When the painter disappeared from the sky, Yun Manlou turned around.
At this time, Chuxue was standing at the door of the house, with deep thoughts in her eyes.
"Xue'er, why did you come out? Why did you suffer such a disaster? Go back and rest quickly."
"Dad!" Chuxue bit her lip gently and said, "I heard everything the senior painter said just now."
Yun Manlou supported Chuxue and sat on the chair.
"These are dad's matters. Your first priority now is to take a good rest. Don't think too much about other things."
Chuxue sat down, but held Yun Manlou tightly with her hand, and there seemed to be tears shining in the corners of her eyes.
"Dad! It's all my daughter's fault. Now, my daughter's whole body cultivation has been ruined, and her half-flower body has been completely destroyed. Today's daughter is already a useless person!"
"Nonsense!" Although Yun Manlou's words were serious, his eyes were extremely soft. He gently wiped away the tears from Chuxue's eyes and said, "It's all my fault. It was all my father's fault in the past. What a flower of luck."
, what level of cultivation, none of this is important. It’s because dad was too persistent in the past. These things have nothing to do with you. Dad just wants you to grow up happily."
"Dad!" Chuxue suddenly threw herself into Yun Manlou's arms, sobbing non-stop. "But dad! My daughter can't help you anymore!"
"Don't cry, don't cry!" Yun Manlou closed his eyes and kept patting Chuxue's back. More than ten years ago, when she was a child who could not walk steadily, he patted her like this.
falling asleep.
"Dad! How much my daughter wishes she was a boy, so that she could help her father solve his problems!"
"Chu Xue! Don't think blindly, you will always be my good daughter!"
As father and daughter embraced each other, time seemed to have stopped.
But in the Painted Dragon Garden, on the high hall, there is a painting that is not static.
In the painting, a young man is rubbing a stone vigorously. Strangely enough, as the boy keeps rubbing it, the lines outlining the stone have become much lighter.
The kite flew in and the painter landed.
The young man's eyes suddenly became intense and he shouted in the painting: "Senior, senior, let me out quickly!"
The painter waved his long sleeve, and Jiang Xiaoyu immediately fell out of the painting.
He turned his eyes and looked at the painting, then at the painter who had a smile on his face, and said with a grimace: "Senior, you scared me to death. I thought I couldn't get out!"
"Kid, I can tell just by looking at your facial features that you are not a light-hearted person. If I didn't lock you up, I wouldn't know what kind of trouble you would make here!"
"Is there any? Is there any?" Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but touch his eyebrows and said: "My eyebrows are no different from others. Also, senior, my name is Jiang Xiaoyu, and I am almost seventeen.
Don’t call me kid again!”
"Okay! Jiang Xiaoyu! That's it!"
Looking at Jiang Xiaoyu, the painter couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy, a feeling that he himself couldn't explain clearly.
After talking to the painter for a few more words, Jiang Xiaoyu also felt that this senior was not the kind of character who kept away from strangers. He seemed to have some vague appetite for him.
"How is this place?" The painter looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, who was looking around, and asked.
Jiang Xiaoyu nodded.
“The place is nice!”
"This Painted Dragon Garden is a special courtyard built for me by the Beast Control Sect. As for me, I will be leaving soon. From now on, you can live here!"
"Ah?" Jiang Xiaoyu could tell with his toes that this place was the territory of the Beast Control Sect, but he never expected that the painter in front of him would leave immediately after bringing it here.
"There's nothing surprising." The painter explained, "I'm not from the Beast Control Sect."
Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the painter with even more curiosity. "Who are you?"
"That's all, you have already received the inheritance of being a cook anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."
The painter paused and said: "I think you should know that the pinnacle of a cultivator is the tribulation after the peak of Mahayana. If you survive the tribulation, you will be able to ascend and become an immortal. If you can't survive it, then...
I will die and my soul will disappear, and I won’t even have the chance to start over again.”
"But there is another kind of people who have neither withstood the catastrophe nor died!"
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly realized something and asked in surprise: "Could it be that you are..."
"That's right!" The painter nodded and said: "Me, including the cook, we are all the lucky ones who survived the catastrophe. There are seven people like us in the world."
"Earth Immortal! Senior, you are an Earth Immortal! That senior cook is also an Earth Immortal!" Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that Lao Xu once told this story when he was floating on the island, but at that time, he only regarded it as a story.
"That's right! People in the world call us Earth Immortals, but this name is really too big. Since we are still in the mortal world, how can we be called Immortals? It's funny to say that."
"You just said there are seven more, so are they all?"
"I am the painter, the cook is dead. It is said that the tailor seems to be a real tailor now in the mortal world, but I haven't seen him for thousands of years. Orion went to the Endless Sea hundreds of years ago, and said it was land.
He has hunted everything on the mountain and wants to go to the sea to find fresh prey. The remaining blacksmith, groom and storyteller are all in a mysterious place now, and I can’t tell you yet."
[Author's digression]: Please give me some cash, thank you