Facing the headless corpse on the ground, Bai Shui'er was frightened by this sudden sight and stiffened, and did not dare to move.

Meng Fan was also stunned.

"Ahem......"

The painter coughed lightly twice, and quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

These two light coughs also attracted Bai Shui'er's attention, and she looked at the painter with a very confused mind.

In such an understatement, he killed more than a dozen fifth- and sixth-order people who refined their bodies, and among them, Xu Xiu was an eighth-order master, and he killed them as easily as drinking water!

This was terrifying enough, but at least it was understandable, indicating that the handsome man in front of him was a grandmaster-level powerhouse.

However, it is impossible for a strong person at the level of a grandmaster to pick up a branch and call for dark clouds in the sky, and rain rain, turning it into a weapon.

This is simply a fairy method, Bai Shui'er thought of it for the first time, "Three days." ”

I'm afraid that the young man in front of him is simply an immortal for three days!

Bai Shui'er was smart and clever, and immediately bowed down, and said respectfully: "Thank you seniors for saving your life!"

The painter waved his hand, but did not respond, turned to Meng Fan and said, "It's a good scenery that is stained by blood, let's go, continue to hurry." ”

Meng Fan responded: "Yes, Master." ”

Bai Shui'er didn't expect the man in front of him to leave so easily, could it be that he killed more than a dozen masters, for this man, it was like crushing a few ants at random?

Not even interested in talking to a couple.

Bai Shui'er couldn't help but shout: "Senior...... I ......"

The painter still didn't look back, but said softly: "If you have fate, you will see you again, there is no need to impose cause and effect." ”

This sentence suddenly made Bai Shui'er's body stiffen, and he always felt that he tasted some unusual taste.

She looked at Meng Fan.

This young man seems to have an average level of talent, but following behind this handsome young man and calling him Master, Bai Shui'er didn't dare to underestimate him, so he nodded lightly at him.

Meng Fan also nodded, immediately packed his bags and followed behind the painter.

This is just a small episode.

However, it shocked Meng Fan.

In his heart, he has always thought that Master is a master in the world.

However, it is not a master in martial arts, but a kind of hermit, a spiritual loftiness that has seen through heaven and earth.

Now it seems that it is by no means so simple.

Meng Fan has been practicing martial arts hard since he was a child, just because of the dream-like, half-truth, half-truth, and nightmare he had not long ago, which made him more and more sluggish and turbid, and when he encountered things, he became withdrawn, and even in his heart, he had a kind of cowardice that he had never felt before.

Master said that it was covering his ears and stealing the bell.

Even if you close your eyes, the world is still there, and the road ahead is still to go.

Master also said that a man, who has tried, failed, cried, knelt down to others in order to survive, and then struggled to stand up, his life is full of glory, and temporary cowardice is not eternal cowardice.

Today, Meng Fan saw his master killing people with a pen, and he accidentally ignited the pursuit and persistence of martial arts in his heart.

It also reminded him of his goal, the Tianhan Sect, the Meng family.

Now, every night, he still has nightmares.

Dreaming of all kinds of bizarre scenes, all kinds of beautiful things destroying in front of your eyes, and so on.

But he was no longer awakened from the nightmare.

Because with the encouragement of the painter, Meng Fan painted the scenes he dreamed of every day, and told the story of his dream with the master, little by little, from the beginning of the fearful telling, to later, he was able to tell it normally, and later, I don't know why, Meng Fan always felt that the master seemed to understand these stories, and he looked forward to telling these stories to the master every day.

A few days later, Meng Fan and Master finally walked out of the Qinglong Mountain Range and came to Sun City.

The prosperity of Sun City should have made Meng Fan excited, he had been looking forward to seeing the outside world, but he didn't know why, seeing Sun City with his own eyes, he was not as excited as he imagined, but felt dull and boring.

Because the scene in the dream seems to be more real than what you see in front of you, and the world in the dream is much more brilliant than the city of the sun.

After stepping into the Sun City, Meng Fan and his master made a living by selling paintings, sure enough, the painter was a powerful person, and the paintings he painted attracted some dignitaries in the Sun City within a few days, all of whom came to ask for paintings, and the painter was as always, only accepting some food, and the life of the master and apprentice was poor, but peaceful and happy.

A month later, Meng Fan also met a lot of people in Sun City, because he always dealt with those dignitaries, the painter likes to be quiet, and Meng Fan will deal with everything he wants to paint, and the painter is only responsible for painting.

In particular, the painter only paints two or three paintings a day, and the city of the sun is a big city, it is said that in the entire Daqian Empire, it is ranked in the forefront, there are many people who come and go, and there are many people who come and go, and there are even a dignitaries from the capital, who also come anonymously to ask for paintings, but in the end the news still spreads, and the painter's fame is even greater.

So sometimes, some people also ask Meng Fan for paintings, after all, the painter's paintings are too few, and there are fewer and fewer, and later the painter will paint a few days, Meng Fan as the painter's apprentice, the person who comes to ask for painting also asks Meng Fan to paint with an attitude of trying, and the painter does not object.

As a result, Meng Fan's paintings made people who came to ask for paintings were also astonishing, and the heroic characters or the colorful world made those dignitaries and dignitaries amazed.

Meng Fan also gradually gained some fame.

But Meng Fan's face always had a sad face.

Only he knew that the reason why Master stayed in Sun City for a month, and then painted less and less, was because Master's body was getting worse day by day.

He spent most of the twelve hours of the day in bed.

Every time you cough, you have to dye your handkerchief red.

Meng Fan carried the master behind his back, painted for people and began to collect money, and then divided the money into two parts, one was entrusted to Wuzhen and given to his mother, and the other was used to buy medicine for the master.

On this day, the weather was good, Meng Fan went to the street to buy some medicine for the family, as well as for the master, picking and picking on the side of the road, he was dressed plainly, and those small merchants and vendors were also very familiar, and they would chat a few words.

Occasionally, there will be a few carriages passing by on the road, the carriage is not rich or expensive, driven by the housekeeper or the housekeeper, seeing Meng Fan, there will be a housekeeper or the housekeeper will immediately come down, call a little gentleman, and then greet the painter a few words, and invite Meng Fan to go to the house to drink tea, are all rejected one by one, those dignitaries and dignitaries are not annoyed, because the painter and Meng Fan have always been like this, and they are also talked about that it is the high mountains and rivers, and then these housekeepers and family members will turn around and leave with a smile.

This kind of sight has been a lot in recent days.

Meng Fan was picking up a few pieces of bacon, when suddenly someone next to him called out.

"Little brother. ”

The voice was very light and good, Meng Fan couldn't help but turn his head away, and was stunned: "Hey, it turned out to be a girl." ”

It was Bai Shui'er who spoke.

In Sun City, she is also a well-known beauty.

In the past month, she has been thinking about the painter, and when she saw the painter's apprentice, she hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

"What a coincidence. ”

Bai Shui'er smiled smartly, she was really happy.

"The predecessors said that if there is fate, you will see you again, and there is no need to impose cause and effect, this is really fate. ”

Meng Fan is so smart that he knows Bai Shui'er, this is to see the master again, but he is a little embarrassed, so he has to say it clearly.

"Girl, my master, is not in good health now, and it is inconvenient to meet people. ”

Bai Shui'er was stunned and a little unpleasant: "Little brother, your reason for this shirk is too far-fetched." ”

Meng Fan shook his head, hurriedly bought something, and went home, although Bai Shui'er was very beautiful, he really didn't want Bai Shui'er to disturb the master.

But Bai Shui'er is also chasing all the way, just uncompromising.

After chasing until she reached the residence, Bai Shui'er stopped, seeing Meng Fan close the door, she gritted her teeth, and unwillingly found an inn to live next to her, it seemed that she had to see the painter.

Meng Fan saw Bai Shui'er enter the inn from the second floor, sighed, turned around to decoct the medicine, and suddenly saw that the master was also looking out.

"Master, you are up. ”

"Well, I'm up. The painter said gently: "Let's go, let's not live in Sun City." ”

"Oh, yes, yes, Master. ”

Meng Fan immediately agreed.

He knew that Master really didn't like to be bothered.

So, in the evening, Meng Fan left Sun City with the painter.