Chapter 2636 looking forward to peace in troubled times
There was a lot of drinking and drinking, and banquets continued in the seats.
Someone asked: "Queen-to-be, I heard that your name was Li Cuihua. Is this true?"
Yege's eyes flashed violently, faintly bloodshot. This was the hatred in her heart, the scar that could not be uncovered.
It's not that this name is unacceptable, it's just that Li Cuihua symbolizes her past identity, living a humble and hopeless life in a remote mountain village.
Her birth was an eternal pain for her.
But she didn't understand why she was bound by her birth for her whole life. A Ye Qingge from a lower plane could be so confident.
Ye Qingge's self-confidence and publicity are something she cannot imitate no matter what.
Since there is no way to imitate or surpass, the only option is to destroy and kill!
"I--"
Ye Ge was about to speak, intending to speak tactfully.
She would never admit Li Cuihua's name, let alone her humiliating identity.
Today, she is noble and proud. There is only Ye Ge in the world, and there is no more Li Cuihua.
"You are well-informed. You even know Miss Cuihua's real name." Aventurine interrupted Ye Ge and spoke first.
Yege's face was as black as ink, especially ugly.
Ye Ge suddenly looked at Aventurine, and Aventurine sighed: "The name of Cui Hua is so vulgar and elegant, but it sounds nice."
"That's it." The person who just asked the question nodded, suddenly enlightened.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, everyone, I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'm going back first." Ye Ge ran away holding the wine glass. If he hadn't tried his best to endure it, tears would have flowed all over his face.
Ye Ge stumbled away, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"What's wrong with the Queen-to-be?" the man asked.
Aventurine suddenly said: "I went to the toilet."
Everyone: "..."
Ye Ge stumbled and almost fell. She looked back. In the center of everyone's attention, the aloof Qinglian King was as cold as jade, like an impenetrable and misty wind. Ye Ge chewed a silver tooth into pieces, and her apricot eyes were filled with emotion.
Rich and shocking hatred!
Let's talk about the jade platform, Qing Ge and the Demon Palace standing opposite each other.
Sui Linggui stood in front, smiled slightly, and said: "Mr. Zhou is a genius in chess and a leading scholar in Wannianqi. Mr. Zhou once left a painting. This painting is a painting of an ancient dragon. In the painting
There is a mystery behind it. Mr. Zhou once said that this painting is not a finished product. It is still one step away from completion. As for the last step, he is waiting for future generations to figure it out. The brush has been placed in front of you two, please...
"
Demon Palace frowned, "Clan Chief, this doesn't seem very good? Miss Ji has inherited Mr. Zhou's heart-protecting formation, as well as the remnant soul of the ancient dragon. It seems unfair to ask Mr. Zhou's question."
"Demon Palace, this painting is the last work of Mr. Zhou. Gu Long was not around when he painted it. He painted it with blood. Gu Long did not know about it, and the heart-protecting formation is just a formation. How difficult is Mr. Zhou's question?
You know it in your heart. Even if Gu Long knows the answer, how can Gu Long and Mr. Zhou protect others with their feelings? Doesn't this violate Mr. Zhou's original intention?" Sui Linggui said calmly.
Hearing this, Yaodian's frown relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips, "What the Sui clan leader said is true, it is a blessing for the younger generation to see Mr. Zhou's final paintings in the Qinglian Martial Arts Center. Miss Ji
We have broken Mr. Zhou’s heart-wrenching chess game before, it seems that this time, this palace will have to take it seriously.”
The You Clan Demon Palace's talent in literature and art is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If one cultivates his literary skills to the extreme, he can also kill and injure his enemies.
In ancient times, there was a scholar who was sealed as a demon. He could imprison the world with a pen and kill thousands of people with a fan. He walked in troubled times in cloth clothes and could not be stained by a drop of blood when the breeze blew through the murderous rain.
Today there is a painting written by Sangong, which hides a mystery. The picture is a killing flower, and the storm starts from this!
Speaking of them, Qingge has almost no talent in literature and art.
At most, due to some combination of circumstances, he has some talents left behind by Feng Qi.
A light song is worth just one green lotus. If you try hard, if you win, you can have 600 green lotuses and win the first place in literature.
If he loses, the worst he can do is try martial arts again. If it doesn't work, just forget it.
"Come here, old Mr. Zhou's ancient dragon painting!" Sui Ling returned.
Naturally, Sui Linggui would not let Mr. Zhou's original work be brought to him. He would just make a rubbing, but the rubbing part was connected to the original work.
Two paintings were placed in front of Qingge and Yaodian respectively. The paintings were as tall as an adult, and their waist size...
The ancient dragon painting was suspended in front of Qingge. Qingge looked up and saw a dragon covered with blood scales reflected in his eyes.
The dragon hovers in the gray sky and earth, and in the center of the dragon is a young boy. The young boy wears a bamboo hat and black clothes, standing on one leg with his hands clasped together.
The dragon is the ancient dragon, and the young boy is Mr. Zhou.
This painting expresses the master-servant relationship between Mr. Zhou and Gu Long.
Anyone who sees this painting will be shocked by the vastness and majesty of the painting.
Such a perfect painting is not a finished product.
If you add a stroke or erase a corner casually, it will be a failure.
For a moment, Qingge and Demon Palace were in a deadlock.
On the other side, in the dark night, in the shadows, above the outline of the mountain, an old man walked out.
The elders of the seven tribes looked at Qingge from afar.
"Xiao Zhou, your heart-protecting formation was actually taken away by this girl." The elder of the Seven Clans said softly.
His voice was lost in the wind.
Jade platform.
Demon Palace put away its careless attitude and concentrated on observing the ancient dragon paintings.
Half an hour later, Yaodian held the brush in his hand and added a stroke to the painting.
In a moment, the added stroke suddenly disappeared!
Demon Palace tried to add more, but in the end it was in vain.
On the other hand, Qing Ge remained motionless as she looked at the painting in front of her, gradually falling into a trance.
She seemed to have returned to that troubled time, with the Three Tripods War, thousands of tribes in turmoil, and innocent people surviving in dire straits.
The lives were devastated and people died of hunger everywhere.
The boy with the dragon hovering around his body felt peaceful wherever he said it.
He dedicated his life to saving people and peace.
Mr. Zhou's original name is Zhou Ping'an, and the ancient dragon is of the true dragon bloodline of the Kaitian Immortal Clan.
Qing Ge pursed her lips in thought.
On the side, Demon Palace sighed, was exhausted, and put down his painting brush.
"Clan leader, this is too difficult." Demon Palace said.
Sui Linggui smiled slightly, "Miss Ji, you are the challenger. If you don't defeat the Demon Palace, I will betray you and lose."
He is obviously going to lose.
The ending will not be surprising.
The You Clan Demon Palace is helpless, what can she do?
While everyone was laughing, Qingge finally picked up the pen.
She added a touch of azure to the top of the dark, blood-red painting, from dark to light.
If you look carefully, it looks like the color of dawn, and if you look at it from a distance, it looks like a green lotus blooming on a cloudy sky.
Qingge's paintings are not good enough, but these few strokes seem to have taken a lifetime of effort.
In this world, green lotus symbolizes peace.
The painting of Gu Long is too depressing. The blood scales on Gu Long's body and the depression of the young boy do not come from himself, but from his eyes.
If you observe carefully, you will find that in Gu Long's eyes, there is a scene of life and death.
The few strokes added to the song are the dark night waiting for dawn, the hope for peace in troubled times, and the only hope.
Qing Ge was in awe. Even though she was arrogant and arrogant, she did not dare to be arrogant in front of Mr. Zhou's paintings!