His palm was as cold as ice, Ning Xuemo was shivering from the cold, and was about to withdraw with a frown, but the other party had already withdrawn his hand before her, and wiped it with the snow-white silk handkerchief next to him.

Ning Xuemo: "She didn't move, and slowly took out a silk handkerchief from her arms and wiped the back of her hand that had been touched by him.

Han Shanyue glanced at her and didn't say anything else. Start painting.

His tone was light, and he replied to Ning Xuemo's question before: "Since you can get the best, why bother that flawed seat." ”

This is clearly a perfectionist.

Ning Xuemo looked at his dust-free robe, and then looked at his hand that was moving the pen to paint.

The fingers are clean and slender, the bones are distinct, the skin is as white as a jade carving, the wolf in his hand is running as expected, the mountains and rocks, the big trees, and the lake gradually appear in his pen

Ning Xuemo suddenly held her breath, this scene was also familiar to her, it was the scenery she saw in the illusion

The leaves like the palms of the hands, the vast lakes that shimmer with sparkling waves

Ning Xuemo was in a trance, as if she had walked into the ninth illusion again

The green leaf platform, the little ginseng dolls meditating on the stage, flashed in my mind one by one like a movie

The two painting boys who were standing next to them suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Ning Xuemo

She looked at the drawing paper with straight eyes, and the cold mountain moon moved the pen like flying, and the scenes jumped like flying under his pen

What's even more bizarre is that the scenery on the painting flashes and then disappears quickly

Hey, there's something wrong with this ink

The two painting boys opened their eyes wide and were about to speak, when Han Shanyue suddenly glanced at them lightly, and as soon as these two people's minds were clouded, the whole person was a little dizzy, and they couldn't remember what to ask, so they started almost mechanically

Ning Xuemo's eyes seemed to be drunk, and he followed his paintbrush, and the past about Jiufeng in his mind was like a painting by Han Shanyue, and the scenes began to disappear

Ji Yunhuang stood at the door and watched from afar, he was still on guard at the beginning, lest Han Shanyue would be unfavorable to Ning Xuemo.

Later, seeing that Ning Xuemo was just sharing the work of grinding ink, he breathed a sigh of relief again.

He also knew a lot about painting, and he was also very curious about what this master of Hanshan Yue had painted.

He wanted to go up and take a look, but he was afraid of offending the painter again

He stood there and kept paying attention to Ning Xuemo's movements, and when he saw her standing beside Han Shanyue, her eyes staring at the drawing paper, looking like she was fascinated, he was even more itchy.

Finally, Han Shanyue stopped the pen and threw the wolf in his hand into the pen holder: "Okay"

Ning Xuemo's body was shocked, like waking up from a dream. Her feet seemed to be numb from standing, and her body shook violently

"Be careful" Ji Yunhuang subconsciously wanted to rush over in one step, wanting to help her.

But unexpectedly, I didn't know what I stepped on, my toes hurt, my legs were numb, I almost fell on the spot, and I hurriedly held on to the railing next to me.

When he stood firm and looked at Ning Xuemo again, he found that Han Shanyue half-wrapped one arm around her and put her on a chair next to her.

Ji Yunhuang: "Is he dazzled?"

Usually the gods and ghosts are difficult to approach, the painting of the holy cold mountain moon will actually help a girl with his own hands

However, seeing that he was above board, and Ning Xuemo did almost fall, Ji Yunhuang didn't have much to say.

The numbness in his leg had disappeared, and he walked up to Ning Xuemo in a few steps and looked at her face: "Xue Mo, are you okay?"

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