Someone asked: "Question Queen, I heard that your name was Li Cuihua, is this true?"
Ye Ge's eyes flashed violently, and he was faintly congested. This was the hatred in her heart, the scar that could not be revealed.
It’s not that this name is unacceptable, but Li Cuihua symbolizes her former identity and lives in a remote mountain village with humility and hopelessness.
Origin is her eternal pain.
But she didn't understand why she was bound by her background for the rest of her life. Ye Qingge, who came from a low-level plane, could be so confident.
Ye Qingge's confidence and ostentatiousness are something she can't imitate no matter what.
Since you cannot imitate and surpass it, you can only destroy and kill!
"I--"
Ye Ge wanted to speak, and planned to speak tactfully.
She would never admit the name of Li Cuihua, let alone the humiliating identity she once was.
Now she is noble and proud. There is only night song in the world, and there is no Li Cuihua.
"You are well-informed and even know the real name of Miss Cuihua." Dongling Ge interrupted Ye Ge and said it first.
Ye Ge's face was as dark as ink, especially ugly.
Ye Ge suddenly looked at Dongling Cod, who sighed: "The name of Cuihua is very vulgar and elegant, but it sounds nice."
"So that's it." The man who asked just now nodded and suddenly realized.
"Sorry, Master, everyone, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'll go back first." Ye Ge ran away with a glass of wine. If he hadn't tried his best to endure it, he would have been afraid that tears would have flowed all over his face.
Ye Ge stumbled away, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"What's wrong with the quasi-Queen?" the man asked.
Dongling Cod suddenly said, "I went to the toilet."
Everyone: "..."
Ye Ge almost fell down after a strait. She looked back and saw that the green lotus king who was high above was as cold as jade, like an unpredictable and ethereal wind. Ye Ge bit his silver teeth and the apricot eyes were filled with a rich and horrifying hatred!
Let’s talk about Qingge standing opposite the Demon Palace on the jade platform.
Sui Linggui stood in front, smiled slightly, and said, "Mr. Zhou is a genius in chess and a literati with the unique charm of thousands of years. Mr. Zhou once left a painting, which is an ancient dragon painting, and there is a mystery in it. Mr. Zhou once said that this painting is not a finished product, and it is still the last step away from the finished product. As for the last step, he will wait for future generations to explain it. The brush has been placed in front of you two, please..."
The Demon Palace frowned, "Class leader, this seems not good? Miss Ji has inherited Mr. Zhou's heart-protecting formation and the ancient dragon's remnant soul. It seems unfair to ask Mr. Zhou's question."
"Demon Palace, this painting is Mr. Zhou's last stroke. When the painting was painted, Gu Long was not by his side. He painted it with blood. Gu Long didn't know it. Moreover, the heart-protecting formation was just a formation. You know how difficult Mr. Zhou's question is. Even if Gu Long knows the answer, how can he protect people with the feelings between Gu Long and Mr. Zhou? In this way, isn't it against Mr. Zhou's original intention?" Sui Linggui said lightly.
Hearing this, the Demon Palace frowned and stretched out, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "What the Sui tribe leader said is that it is a blessing for the younger generation to be able to view Mr. Zhou's last strokes in the Qinglian Wushu Temple. Miss Ji had previously broken Mr. Zhou's chess game. It seems that this time, this palace must be serious."
The talent of the You Clan Demon Palace in literary and Taoism is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If you practice Wendao to the extreme, you can also kill people and hurt enemies.
There was a scholar who had a demon-confiscated scholar who had a pen that imprisoned the world, a fan that destroyed ten thousand people, and a clothed man walked in troubled times. The breeze passed by the rain and killed him without staining a drop of blood.
There are three masters of ink paintings, hidden mystery, and the storm begins!
Speaking of them, Qingge has almost no talent in literary and artistic aspects.
At most, by accident, there are some talents left by Fengqi.
Qingge is just one green lotus, and if you win, you can get six hundred green lotus and win the first place in Wendao.
If you lose, at worst, you can try martial arts again. If it really doesn't work, forget it.
"Come on, Mr. Zhou's ancient dragon painting last year!" Sui Ling said.
Sui Linggui naturally would not let someone bring Mr. Zhou’s original works, but only the rubbings, but the rubbings are connected to the original works.
The two paintings are placed in front of Qingge and Demon Hall respectively, with adult height and waist style...
The ancient dragon painting floated in front of Qingge. Qingge looked up and saw a dragon covered with blood scales reflected in her eyes.
The dragon hovered in the dark world, and in the center of the dragon, there was a little boy. The little boy wore a hat and black clothes, stood with one leg, and his hands were folded together.
The dragon is an ancient dragon, and the young man is Mr. Zhou.
This painting embodies the master-servant relationship between Mr. Zhou and Gu Long.
Those who see this painting will be shocked by the vastness and magnitude of the painting.
Such a perfect painting is not a finished product.
Any addition or erasing a corner will be a failure.
For a moment, Qingge and the 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 seven clans looked at Qingge from afar.
"Xiao Zhou, your heart-protecting formation was taken away by this girl." The old man of the seven clan said softly.
His voice was destroyed in the wind.
Yutai.
The Demon Palace put away his sloppy posture and focused on observing the ancient dragon paintings.
Half an hour later, the Demon Palace held a brush in his hand and added a stroke to the painting.
In a moment, the added stroke suddenly disappeared!
The Demon Palace tried to add it again, but it was in vain.
On the other hand, Qingge was still motionless. She looked at the painting in front of her and was gradually immersed in her mind.
She seemed to have returned to that chaotic world, the battle between the Three Tribes, the turmoil of thousands of tribes, and the innocent people survived in dire straits.
The creatures were suffering and hungered everywhere.
The boy with a dragon circling on his body, wherever he said, there was peace.
He devoted his life to saving people and peace.
Mr. Zhou’s original name is Zhou Ping'an, and the ancient dragon is the true dragon bloodline of the Kaitian Immortal Clan.
Qingge pursed her lips and felt thoughtful.
On the side, the Demon Palace was already sighing, suffocating, and put down his brush.
"Class leader, this is too difficult." The Demon Palace said.
Sui Linggui smiled slightly, "Miss Ji, you are the challenger. If you don't defeat the Demon Palace, you will betray you and lose."
Obviously I'm going to lose.
The ending will not be unexpected.
The demon palace of the You Clan is helpless, so what can she do?
Just as everyone was laughing at him, Qingge finally picked up the pen.
She added a blue color to the top of the dark and blood-red painting, and the color from dark to light.
Looking closely, it looked like a color that was about to dawn, but from a distance, it looked like a green lotus full of cloudy days.
Qingge's paintings are not good enough, but these strokes seem to have used the power of a lifetime.
In this world, the green lotus symbolizes peace.
The paintings of Gu Long are too depressed. The blood scales on Gu Long's body and the depression of the young boy, and the future comes from his own eyes.
If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a scene of life suffering in Gu Long's eyes.
The few strokes added by Qingge are waiting for dawn in the dark, looking forward to peace in troubled times, and the only hope.
Qingge holds a sense of awe. Even though she is arrogant and frivolous, she dares not be arrogant in front of Mr. Zhou’s paintings! (To be continued)