When Ye Zhiqiu looked at Wang Lin, Wang Lin looked at the rain.

"It's raining. ”

Wang Lin frowned and looked at the sudden rain.

The weather changes these days, it's really unusual.

As soon as the Snowy Country Monk came, it snowed, and the Snow Country Monk retreated and began to rain again.

He looked at the pouring rain outside the door, and did not feel the fluctuation of mana.

This rain should be in the sky, it must be raining.

He sat in front of a chair, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was in the Hengyue faction, he and Zhang Hu watched the rain outside in the room.

The same lightning and thunder, the same downpour.

It's just that he's not that teenager anymore.

"It's good to sleep on rainy weather, and it's good to wake up and hurry. ”

It was raining heavily outside, and Wang Lin was a little sleepy inside.

He simply lay down on the bed, ready to sleep.

"It's good to sleep on a rainy day, but I'm going to give it to you, it's not good if you're asleep. ”

In the Great Chu Palace, Ye Zhiqiu looked at the disciples who were about to sleep, and felt that this enlightenment really needed the right time and place, and also had a state of mind.

When people have a house, they are comfortable, regardless of the winter, summer, spring and autumn outside, and hide in a small building to become a unity.

Then the house should be broken.

In August and autumn, the wind roared, rolling up the triple thatch on my roof.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness.

There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken.

The roof is broken.

There were raindrops hitting Wang Lin's face.

It's cold, but it's sober.

Wang Lin sat up and looked at the raindrops that hit his face, and was a little stunned for a while.

The rain fell from the sky, walked on his face, and it was considered to have completed its life, and as soon as the temperature of his face evaporated, it disappeared without a trace.

"This rain, born in the sky, died in my face. In the middle, it is the life of the rain. ”

Wang Lin groaned softly, and there seemed to be a flash of thunder and lightning in his mind.

In this moment, he saw life and death.

His heart suddenly froze, and he vaguely grasped a pulse.

A pulse of life and death.

His state of mind of transforming into a god suddenly grew rapidly, and with his understanding of the artistic conception of life and death, almost instantly, he reached the requirements of transforming into a god.

"Thanks, this rain. ”

Wang Lin stood up and bowed his hand to the rain.

"Good apprentice, no thanks. ”

As soon as Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand, the heavy rain covering the capital gradually weakened until it dispersed.

"It turned out that the master was ordering me. ”

Wang Lin listened to the familiar voice and bowed again.

Although he didn't know why Master would make a rain for him like this, this rain did make him understand a lot.

Transformation is just around the corner.

"Well, the children are teachable. ”

Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

Wang Lin's comprehension is really extraordinary, and he has comprehended a trace of the artistic conception of life and death.

"Actually, my perception is not bad. ”

Ye Zhiqiu retracted his gaze and stretched out his hand.

His hands were still white, with a little fluorescent.

This fluorescence exudes the appearance of reincarnation.

There is reincarnation between life and death.

From life to death, it is life and death.

From death to life, it is reincarnation.

Life and death, reincarnation.

Rain.

Ye Zhiqiu felt that this rain was at the right time, and the benefits he got were far greater than he imagined.

"Luck comes, even if you drink water, you can drink the truth. ”

Ye Zhiqiu smiled a little and was in a good mood.

"This rain, it's so beautiful, Zhiqiu, I want to ......"

Su Lingyu looked at the rain that gradually dissipated, and felt that the palace was very beautiful when it rained, and the palace was also beautiful after the rain.

She wanted to draw them.

"Your body is too fragile to want. ”

Ye Zhiqiu said quietly.

“......”

“......”

Su Lingyu's face turned red all of a sudden, and he said, "I mean I want to draw them, not ......."

"Ahem, if you want to paint, then paint. ”

Ye Zhiqiu coughed, and wanted to paint in the middle of the night.

"Paper comes. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's face regained his calmness, and with a gesture of his hand, a roll of paper flew outside.

"Molai. ”

Ye Zhiqiu said again, and a cloud of ink flew outside.

"Come on. ”

Ye Zhiqiu said again, and a pen flew outside.

"What is not enough, I give it to you. ”

Ye Zhiqiu thought about it, the world says that pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, there should be an inkstone.

"Inkstone. ”

Ye Zhiqiu still stretched out his hand and made a move, and there was an inkstone.

"It should be enough, Zhiqiu, I can draw. ”

Su Lingyu's face was still a little red.

The white is red, like a peach.

"Let's draw. I watched you draw. ”

Ye Zhiqiu smiled.

The night was long, and there was nothing to do.

Absorbing ordinary aura is no longer enough to make his cultivation change qualitatively, but it is okay to comprehend common truths.

"You look at me, how do I draw?"

Su Lingyu was about to put down the pen, but she always felt a gaze looking at her face, looking at her body, looking at all parts of her body, which made her difficult to write.

"Then you draw yours, and I will draw too. ”

Ye Zhiqiu stretched out his hand this time, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone came.

"Hmm. ”

Su Lingyu nodded and drew the palace in front of him.

"I want to understand some truths through painting, but I am a fool's dream. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the palace, brick wall, and sky in his pen, all of which were a few strokes, and many scenes had already jumped on the paper.

He didn't grasp some of the truth.

"In that case, let's draw a sword. ”

Ye Zhiqiu remembered the sword he had learned in the past years.

Nine Palace Serial Sword, Fifteen Swords of Death, Dugu Swordsmanship, Drawing Sword and Slashing Stars.

That's a lot of swords.

There are sword moves, there is sword intent.

"The meaning of the sword, falling into the rain, is the rain sword. ”

Ye Zhiqiu put pen to paper.

In the stars and rain of this painting, there is a lot of sword intent.

"The meaning of the sword fell on the brick wall, and it was the Fan Cage Sword Array. ”

Ye Zhiqiu painted again, and when his mind moved, the brick wall also changed.

From the ordinary brick wall, it turned into a sword array.

This array can kill.

"The meaning of the sword fell in the sky, and it was a sword sky. ”

There was nothing in the sky, but when Ye Zhiqiu thought about it, the sword intent contained in this sky was the most.

It looks empty there, but it's full.

It's going to overflow when it's full.

"This painting is really beautiful, and it needs a sword man, so it's even more beautiful. ”

Ye Zhiqiu drew a person with a few strokes.

And so the painting was really finished.

It's a painting, but it's also a big killer.

If the monk can sacrifice this painting, it will not be a problem to kill a few god-transforming monks.

"This is alive and alive, it is getting more and more powerful, and the things that are created casually are also priceless in the world, this painting, at least 500 beauties, are the kind that captivate the country and the city. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at this painting and praised it.

Draw at will to make a big killer.

He's strong!

"The paintings you make are delicate. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Su Lingyu, what she painted was very delicate.

Even the slightest flaw on the brick wall, she painted it.

"Your cultivation is also getting deeper day by day. ”

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