Since the painting purchase scandal ended, Lin Fan has completely become famous. Thousands of people come to the simple painting studio every day, including men, women, old and young, merchants and common people, royal dignitaries, and all kinds of people.
It can be said that Wangyue almost became popular. Even Longkongxuan, a century-old brand, was far behind this situation when its business was at its peak.
Before evening approached, there was a long queue in front of the small painting studio. Many people held gold tickets in their hands, waiting quietly for the painting studio to open.
But what is disappointing is that that night, the young man did not come. Many people waited in vain all night.
In fact, Zhuo Yifan came here after work that night, but saw so many people standing here. He suddenly lost his temper and had to turn back halfway.
It was true that he wanted to build momentum for the painting house, but the current situation was not what he wanted. He was building momentum, and all of this was to pave the way for Lin Fan and end the karma and fate of his previous life. Naturally, he was not a gentleman.
He is neither a villain nor a saint. So he does not need so many people to follow him.
In life, there are things to do and things not to do.
Zhuo Yifan doesn't know what will happen to him in the future or what he is pursuing. But at least for now, he just wants to be himself and Zhuo Yifan! Recover everything that has been lost! He wants to realize a feeling, that feeling of not being able to
The feeling of being bound by cause and effect and not being bound by fate.
For the next whole month, the door of the painting studio was locked, and people's interest gradually faded. Everything seemed to be back to normal.
On this day, in the early morning, the door of the painting studio opened. Zhuo Yifan looked at the empty painting studio and felt a sense of sadness in his heart. He stood there in silence for a long time, looking for the silence that was buried deep in his heart.
The painting tools were prepared. Zhuo Yifan gently started to paint. He had not painted for more than thirty days, but he did not feel unfamiliar. Instead, he felt a sense of familiarity.
Zhuo Yifan lightly tapped the blue ink and took a deep breath. On a square scroll that was five meters long and wide, he painted a new world.
This time, he wanted to recreate the "Reed Galaxy Picture", the taboo picture that almost made him go crazy and die!
Ever since that obsession, Tianyan's method has become an indelible knot in his heart. He has never touched it. In other words, he dared not touch it. Because Zhuo Yifan was afraid, afraid that with his immature mind, he would
Will hit the road again.
However, the young man at this moment cannot speak at the same time.
In two years, the young man has been tempered by the heat and the world, and his mind and state of mind have already been raised to a new level. Although he looks young, his heart is thousands of years more mature than any other boy of the same age in the world.
Times. A thousand times more tenacious.
The white scroll and the aura on the fingertips seemed to blend together. The paintbrush in the young man's hand shuttled back and forth among the stars. Like the reed in the star river diagram, it exuded endless divine power!
If there are monks in Wangyue City, they will definitely find that there are many more supernatural beings between heaven and earth at this moment, and even the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth is much thicker than before.
The monks cheered and jumped for joy, seizing every opportunity to practice at this moment, but they didn't know what kind of power was awakening behind the supernatural power...
At this moment, the Fire of Asura was rekindled! And the spiritual energy of the entire world was gathered here to tell people that the tenth generation of the Asura Demon Emperor was about to revive!
For seven whole days, Zhuo Yifan stayed in the painting, composing the stars under his hands, creating a completely different vastness.
Finally, at noon on the eighth day, the reed galaxy map was finally completed. The reed, the old way, and a total of 8,006 star points were perfectly presented. It looked almost identical to the original map.
Withdrawal, but there are still some differences.
Because this picture incorporates Zhuo Yifan’s ideas!
While he was observing, there was a creak. The door was pushed open, and a child cautiously poked his head out.
This is a very young child, less than three years old. He has just learned to walk. He walks crookedly and hobbles, but he is very stubborn and refuses to be helped by the attendants behind him.
The child walked a few steps and came to Zhuo Yifan's side. His big eyes turned darkly, staring at the map of the galaxy in trance.
Zhuo Yifan looked at the child with a smile, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the boy's little head: "Do you like this painting?"
"Eaaah!" The child seemed to understand what it meant, and uttered a milky voice. He sucked his fingers and looked at the innocent boy in front of him. He was like a porcelain doll, cute and naive, and naive.
Zhuo Yifan smiled dumbly. He slowly rolled up the painting, took a piece of red silk from the side, tied it up, and gently handed it to the child's hands.
The child took the scroll and smiled broadly, revealing two small dimples on his cheeks. He babbling at Zhuo Yifan several times, as if to say thank you. Even though his face was full of smiles,
He walked toward the door with a smile.
Zhuo Yifan got up and followed the child. He saw a stunning woman standing at the door. Her clothes were as good as snow, her sleeves were flying, her beautiful eyes were as clear as autumn water, her dimples were as white as gel, and her whole body seemed to have a faint fragrance of flowers. The woman looked at
She was looking at the child with loving eyes. When she saw the child staggering into her arms holding a picture scroll, her eyes suddenly lit up.
After hesitating for a while, she slowly unfolded the scroll and was surprised. She was flattered and approached Zhuo Yifan holding the painting. She bowed slightly to Zhuo Yifan and said, "Hua Rong came uninvited. I hope Senior Lin won't blame him. Although Hua Rong didn't
I understand painting, but I also know that the value of this painting is immeasurable, this gift is too precious, and I can't accept it."
Several guards and maids at the door looked surprised when they saw Concubine Hua actually objecting to the young man's respectful salute. They were close to Concubine Hua and had never left the palace in these years, so they did not know about Zhuo Yifan.
I don't know anything about Qianjin Painting House.
Under the surprised gazes of these people, Zhuo Yifan leaned over and picked up the boy, shook his head and said, "It's just a piece of white paper. Before he grows up, please keep it well for him." After that, he looked at it.
He walked towards the door and said softly: "Brother Chen is here?"
After saying this, I saw an old man coming from outside the door, bowing respectfully: "I'm here, old man!"
Seeing this, the people behind were trembling again. Who is this young man? How come even Mr. Chen has to grovel when he sees him?
"It's good that you're here. This painting is very important. I'll ask Brother Chen to worry more about it later. If it falls into the wrong hands, it will be very troublesome." Zhuo Yifan said.
"I have taken note of it!" Chen Shijun nodded solemnly. Not to mention what is mysterious about this painting, just from the huge size, it can be seen that it is extraordinary. Chen Shijun's eyes were a little solemn, he knew that from
From this moment on, he couldn't be careless at all.
Hua Rong handed the scroll to Chen Shijun, and then Zhuo Yifan spoke to Hua Rong alone for a few words, took out a cloth bag from his arms and gave it to Hua Rong.
At this time, Hua Rong's face looked a little ugly: "Senior Lin..."
"Don't be nervous." Zhuo Yifan looked at her steadily: "It's normal for an empire to rise and fall over the course of a hundred years. Beitang has been kind to me. If one day, there is no peace here, the empress only needs to take out the piece of paper from the cloth bag.
A pine needle, and pray sincerely. I will come in person to help Brother Xian."
"Thank you...senior."
Hua Rong carefully put away the package, her face was calm, and she quickly returned to normal. Before leaving, she couldn't help but look at the boy a few more times. She never thought that the boy she had known for two years was actually the legendary