Chapter 43 The style of painting gradually deviates
As soon as Chao Fuyun arrived at Lingjian Peak, he smelled a sweet scent.
There was smoke in the air.
The smoke came from Ye Xingzhou's yard.
A sweet scent also emanated from there.
Surprisingly, he didn't hold his breath at first.
Chao Fuyun paused slightly.
What's that smell?
For the first time, he felt the urge to explore.
In fact, Chao Fuyun is not as cold and quiet as he appears to be. He has no desires and has extremely severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia.
All the symptoms originated from an incident that happened in childhood.
Before he was five years old, he was an innocent child named Chao Doudou.
Because of his naive kindness, he met a human trafficker who changed his life.
That day he sneaked out to play, and when he came back he met a poor old man begging a shopkeeper for a steamed bun.
He couldn't bear to see the old man suffer from hunger, so he kindly bought him a steamed bun.
But the old man tricked him into going deep into the alley and took out a candied haws to lure him.
The old man squatted down and spoke to the young Chao Fuyun face to face.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the stench hit his face. Not only was there a stench, but there were also vegetable leaves stuck on the old man's teeth.
Do you know how much psychological harm that foul breath can cause to a five-year-old child?
In particular, Chao Fuyun has been sensitive to smells since he was a child, and the bad breath made him sick for seven days.
When the young boy woke up, he looked like he had no desires at all. He didn't want to eat or be popular with others.
Whenever someone approached and spoke to him, Chao Fuyun would hold his breath frantically.
The most serious time was when I almost suffocated myself to death.
Chao Fuyun's family was at their wit's end and looked for medical treatment everywhere, and finally, they turned to Yantian Sect for help.
Immortal Venerable Wujian saw that he had a natural sword bone and was attracted to him, so he accepted him as his disciple.
I saw Chao Doudou again, who was as thin as a piece of paper. A gust of wind could blow him into the sky and hang with the clouds.
The Immortal Wujian changed Chao Doudou's name to Chao Fuyun.
When Chao Fuyun was young, he relied on fairy dew to survive. After he established his foundation, he relied on fasting pills to grow up.
Three hundred years have passed, and Chao Fuyun still hasn't gotten over this hurdle.
It even developed from mysophobia to obsessive-compulsive disorder.
There were too many irregularities, so Chao Fuyun could only look blankly and force himself to forget the irregularities.
When he taught his disciples on weekdays, he would leave as soon as he finished practicing sword skills.
If he stayed there for too long and a disciple started sweating, the smell became mixed, and his clothes became messy, he would want to turn all the irregular living things into dead things.
He wanted to cut off everyone's armpits equally.
Chao Fuyun unknowingly stopped outside Ye Xingzhou's courtyard.
Where the smoke was rising, the fire was burning brightly.
The vegetable garden was neatly fenced.
Ye Xingzhou was busy in an open space nearby. He dug the burnt firewood into a pit to stew sweet potatoes.
The aroma is that of roasted sweet potatoes.
His eyes moved towards Fuyun.
Ren Wangzhu tugged at Ye Xingzhou's sleeve and reminded him in a low voice.
"Brother, come over here."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xingzhou looked up and smiled at him politely.
"Big Brother, would you like some sweet potatoes?"
"Need not."
Shift your gaze towards the floating clouds.
It took only ten seconds before he left without a trace of regret.
"Why did you leave, Brother Chao?"
Ye Xingzhou shrugged, "I don't know either."
“This is ready to eat.”
Ye Xingzhou wrapped a sweet potato in sheepskin and handed it to Ren Wangzhu.
Ren Wangzhu peeled the sweet potato and ate it while blowing on it.
"Wow, brother, this sweet potato is so sweet."
sweet?
Chao Fuyun stood on the roof of the house, tilting his head slightly.
For three hundred years, the memory of food remained in childhood.
He watched Ren Wangzhu peel off the outer skin that was stained with firewood sparks, revealing the golden and juicy sweet potato core inside.
The aroma is stronger.
No one can resist such a sweet potato that looks ugly but is sweet inside.
Principles or sweet potatoes?
When Ye Xingzhou dug out another sweet potato from the fire, Chao Fuyun appeared outside the yard again.
"Brother, would you like to eat sweet potatoes?"
"…Need not."
Same opening line.
Same answer.
He left towards Fuyun again.
Is this for face scanning or food scanning?
Ye Xingzhou looked at the sweet potato in his hand, then looked at Chao Fuyun who was leaving again.
The figure was not stained by a trace of worldly dust, as if he had grown up drinking nectar.
Ye Xingzhou subconsciously picked out the cleanest sweet potato and placed it on the stone table in the yard.
If Chao Fuyun doesn't eat it, he can eat it himself later.
After he and Ren Wangzhu cleaned up the mess, the sweet potato was still there.
So, Ye Xingzhou could have another meal.
Chao Fuyun went to the cafeteria once that day, went in for three seconds, and then hurried out.
The smell of various foods mixed with the breath of people.
The smell goes straight to the top of my head.
In comparison, the things Ye Xingzhou roasts are simple and the smell is more acceptable.
Chao Fuyun couldn't sleep that night, and his nose was filled with the smell of sweet potatoes.
After that, the style of painting gradually deviated.
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the next day.
Ye Xingzhou and Ren Wangzhu moved from roasted sweet potatoes to roasted corn.
It tastes fragrant, sweet and sticky when you take a bite.
I passed by Chao Fuyun again inadvertently.
"Big Brother, would you like some roasted corn?"
"Need not."
As usual, Ye Xingzhou placed a piece of corn on the stone table.
As expected, the corn didn't move.
*
Day 3.
Passing by the clouds inadvertently.
"Big Brother, would you like some baked potatoes?"
"Need not."
Ye Xingzhou released it as usual.
As expected, it didn't move.
*
Day 4.
Passing by the floating clouds.
"eat?"
"No."
Ye Xingzhou as usual.
No movement.
*
Ye Xingzhou solemnly decided not to bake anything tomorrow.
Chao Fuyun didn't even know how obvious he was.
That wasn't just a casual passing by, it was obvious that he was very concerned!
Chao Fuyun's eyes were filled with food, and he stared at the food every time he passed by.
He stares at me as I pass by, refuses to eat when asked, and won't take the food when it's placed there.
What, did he really become an immortal?
Can you feel full just by looking at it and smelling it?
Isn't this a ghost?
Ye Xingzhou even wanted to light a stick of incense and offer it to the floating clouds.
Ye Xingzhou turned over, and at that moment, the candlelight in the room went out quietly.
The surroundings fell into darkness.
The sound of the heartbeat is unusually obvious.
A man in black robe was standing at the window under the moon.
It is unlucky to talk about ghosts late at night.
Now he's going to become a ghost.
Ye Xingzhou lay on the bed, covering his face with the quilt and falling asleep, as if he didn't see anyone.
"?"
It wasn't like this the last time we met.
Didn't you see him coming?
Why is there no expression of fear?
The man in black robe tried to attract Ye Xingzhou's attention.
The way to attract Ye Xingzhou's attention was to act out a scene from a horror movie and slowly pull off the blanket covering him.
It was cold, so Ye Xingzhou took out a quilt from his storage bag and continued to sleep.
The man in black continued to pull.
Ye Xingzhou took out another cloak and covered it.
The man in black did not give up and continued to act arrogantly.
One cloak is gone, but there's another one, and another one is gone, and there's also the outer coat, thick sweater, cotton trousers, woolen trousers, flannel trousers, autumn trousers, autumn clothes, inner coat, cotton jacket, cotton vest, cotton coat, large flowered jacket...
"That's enough!"
The man in black robe was taking off his clothes so hard that he was gasping for breath.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Which kind person can take out ten quilts, five mats, and dozens of long gowns from the storage...
Ye Xingzhou ignored him and continued to put on his coat.
The man in black robe was angry and hit Ye Xingzhou with a club, knocking him unconscious.
In the middle of the night, the man in black robes carried the chubby Ye Xingzhou to the abyss at the entrance of the barrier.
He poured a basin of cold water on Ye Xingzhou, woke him up, and kicked him into the abyss.
"I'll let you use cold violence, go to hell."
You see, even the black-robed people can't stand cold violence.
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