After a long time of separation, although there is sadness, today is finally reunited, Xiao Huiming is more joyful, he is satisfied in his heart, with tears and smiles on his face, at this moment, he finally feels the strong family affection that has been separated for a long time.

"Don't blame your father, it's amazing that he can leave the world behind and unite with me!"

Dongfang Ruoling stroked Xiao Huiming's head and muttered.

"Hmm!"

Xiao Huiming looked at her mother, who was a little tired, and nodded fiercely.

He knew that everything about his life experience, everything about his mother, and the death of Nahe Qingmeng, etc., were all big conspiracies, and now his mother didn't say it, because he was afraid that the burden on him would be too great, and in the future, he would understand little by little.

Among the Three Realms, since ancient times, the Heavenly Realm has been respected, and the other two Realms have all acted according to the orders of the Heavenly Realm, but in the past 1,000 years, the rulers of the Heavenly Realm have intensified, ignoring the life and death of the human realm and the demon realm, imposing taxes and tyrannical expropriation, which has also made the Three Realms full of complaints.

Thanks to Dongfang Ruoling, regardless of his own safety, he rose up against the sky for the sake of those who had been oppressed for a long time, but he was outnumbered and the people around him rebelled, so he ended up like this.

But since Dongfang Ruoling stepped forward and sounded the clarion call against the heavenly realm, people with lofty ideals in the human world and the demon world have also prepared, although there is no anti-heaven sword again, but in the entire Three Realms, there is already an undercurrent, and the final explosion is not far away.

"That Tongtian Sect Master Xiahou Yinxi, is it my father?"

Xiao Huiming paused for a long time, but also mustered up the courage to ask her mother a question buried in her heart.

"No, he's your father's friend, a friend of life and death!"

Dongfang Ruoling replied very seriously.

"That's the Void Painting God?"

Xiao Huiming continued to ask.

"It's not, it's not. ”

Dongfang Ruoling muttered back, somehow, her eyes were already full of tears.

"Why?"

Xiao Huiming stood up abruptly and asked in surprise.

Looking at the mother's expression, she was very sad, could it be that her father was in danger?

"Child, have you ever heard of the Reincarnation Moat?"

Dongfang Ruoling suddenly stood up, his eyes were unusually bright and clear, and he asked very seriously.

Xiao Huiming shook his head indifferently, he had a very limited understanding of the things in the Three Realms, and he had indeed never heard of the reincarnation moat that his mother talked about.

"Do you know that you originally did not belong to this world......

Dongfang Ruoling looked at Xiao Huiming with an ignorant face and muttered.

"I think back then, when I was still in the Sin State, because I liked to paint, but at that time, the Sin State, internal and external troubles, plus most of the harvest, were handed over to the heavenly realm, so although I was the Holy Maiden of the Imperial Capital at that time, there was no decent paintbrush and inkstone, as well as rice paper, and the ink was also the juice squeezed out of the leaves of various grasses picked by the guards in the deep mountains, and it was not professional to draw on paper. ”

"But even then, I still like to paint, I always imagine that one day, I can use the brush in my hand to draw a tall house, a warm stove, and the firewood is burning very strongly, and then, on top of it, there is a big pot, and the pot is boiling, and there are round and full grains of spiritual rice......"

"And the beautiful clothes, the herds of takin and demon sheep, in the morning light, by a few honest old men from the state of sin, or strong young men, drove them, scattered on the green and boundless grassland, carefree to gnaw on the green grass and spiritual fluid......"

"The girls painted them beautiful clothes, golden headdresses, and flying dancing belts, so that they could dance and sing carefree on the grassland......"

Dongfang Ruoling said slowly, her eyes were filled with tears, and her fair face was flushed with a little blush, obviously, under her own narration, she seemed to have returned to the girlhood where her dreams took root in her heart.

"Although the dream is very beautiful, but the reality is very cruel, the ink squeezed from the blades of grass, the inkstone made of iron, and the simple animal hair brush, it is impossible to paint a picture scroll that can be painted like the heavenly spirit painting, not only the tools are too poor, but also, there is no painter's guidance, so even if I sympathize with the hunger and cold of the people of Sinzhou, I can't make the dot painting come true and bring them a truly happy life, for which I have been very distressed......

"At that time, your grandfather often said to me, girl, I know that you have a high spirit, and you don't want to be like other saints in the past, just sit on the sacred mountain step by step, be worshiped by all the people, and do nothing for the rest of your life, but you must know that in the Three Realms, our Sin State belongs to the inferior region, and the taxes we pay are several times that of the Demon State on the other side of the Human Continent and the mountain, so we don't have the strength and strength to lead the people to live the life you want to draw, so you don't want to be strong......"

"However, I have never believed in fate, I know that according to the rules of the Great Dao, everyone's fate is controlled by himself, just like the picture scroll of my pen, where my heart goes, I will draw there, and the picture of my life must be filled with the color I want, not a gloomy and drifting with the tide. ”

"Moreover, why should we millions of people in the Sin State be oppressed, living a life of misery and displacement, and why do those lords of the Heavenly Realm ride on our heads, trample on us, and oppress us from generation to generation, as a saint who symbolizes the good fortune and auspiciousness of the Sin State, I have the responsibility to change all this. ”

"So, though I pay lip service to it. But in private, I still didn't listen to my father, as soon as I had time, I took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to concentrate on painting, painting the landscape in my heart, painting the happy prospects of the people of my sin, hoping that under such tireless persistence, one day, I can truly depict a spiritual painting that can be painted into a real one, for the benefit of the people, and also to complete their dreams. ”

"In the dead of night, fearing my father's reproach, I jumped alone on the roof of the palace, where I meditated on my knees and drew in the moonlight. Time passed quickly, unconsciously, it was the middle of the night, just when I was engrossed in painting alone, suddenly, high in the sky, began to gradually swing a circle of bright whirlpools, a very heroic and sassy majestic man figure, in that circle of bright whirlpools, slowly flashed, and then gently fell...... "Still worried about the latest chapter I can't find? Amway One Or search for heat/degree/net/text "Remember to remove "/"Otherwise you won't be able to find it" , here is a young lady to help you find books and chat with you!