"Wow--"
Suddenly a cry came from the pen, causing Yun Feimiao to open his eyes wide in surprise.
It is worthy of being the world of cultivation where all things are spiritual. Even a paintbrush can cry.
Although Yun Feimiao was shocked, his hands dipped in paint did not stop, and he was carefully creating his last painting.
He wanted to paint the most beautiful Canglan, but unfortunately he was still young and had not even traveled all over Zhongzhou, let alone the entire Canglan continent.
So he drew a map of the Canglan Continent, showing all the iconic mountains, rivers, and the specific locations of the seven major sects and eight major clans.
Although it is just a map, you can still see the thriving scenery.
This is his greatest hope. He hopes that Canglan Continent will always be this beautiful.
This is also the hope of thousands of heroic predecessors, for whom they can give everything.
He sacrificed his life for his cause and even after his death he still cared about this land, willing to pay the price of a damaged soul to leave his legacy for future generations.
Yun Feimiao thought that if there really came a day when he had to die, he would do it without hesitation.
But if you can live, you should choose to live.
He hopes that he can live, that his friends around him can live, and that the Canglan Continent can live forever.
With the last finger, all the scrolls were completed. They suddenly glowed with golden light and transformed into vivid images that were played in front of Yun Feimiao.
Yun Feimiao thought the scenes were so beautiful that he couldn't help but take out the photo stone to record them all.
“Wow wow wow—”
The crying of Huabi ruined these beautiful paintings. Yun Feimiao frowned and decided to ignore Huabi and continue recording.
These are all his hard work! I'm not sure if I can bring them out, so of course I'll record them first.
Although that paintbrush is extraordinary, it is like a naughty child and cannot be given too much respect.
Just like Shuishui back then, she never said anything he liked to hear. But after being ignored, she slowly learned to coax people.
Although sometimes it is better not to coax your child, it is good to have that intention. The most important thing is attitude!
"Why are you ignoring me!" The paintbrush suddenly enlarged and became taller than Yun Feimiao, so high that Yun Feimiao needed to look up.
Its voice sounded extremely aggrieved, but Yun Feimiao had no intention of coaxing it at all. There was only one thought left in his mind.
Even a pen is taller than him!
Yun Feimiao felt like her heart was about to break.
It was impossible to get him to look up at the pen. He looked left and right, sideways and vertically, but he just wouldn't look at the pen. The pen suddenly felt even more aggrieved.
"Wow, you're a bad person! You actually ignored me!"
Yun Feimiao curled her lips: "When I pay attention to you, you ignore me. Then when you pay attention to me, I will naturally ignore you. This is called reciprocity."
"But I only ignored you ten times, but you ignored me a hundred times. You're too much." The brush continued to twitch.
Yun Feimiao shrugged: "Haven't you heard of repaying a hundredfold? This is what happens when you meet a petty person. I just happen to be that petty person."
The brush was both angry and aggrieved: "You are too much. You are so narrow-minded and yet you are so self-righteous."
"Since it is the fact, it is naturally justified." Yun Feimiao said indifferently.
Of course he was stingy with the paintbrushes he had seen the day before, and he would definitely keep them for his own people.
"Hahaha, you are worthy of being a member of the Yun family. You really have the style of me back then."
A handsome figure suddenly appeared in front of Yun Feimiao, and it was obvious at first glance that it was Mo Cannian.
But this remnant of memory was well preserved, and one could clearly see that he looked 70% similar to Yun Feimiao, and very much like Yun Feimiao as an adult.
Yun Feimiao has always known that the Yun family members have several fixed templates for appearance. If you take all the people in the main branch out, you can find several similarities. But this is the first time he has seen someone who looks so much like himself. He can't help but feel a little surprised and a little excited.
“Could it be that the ancestor is the Sage Lord of Talismans, Yun Wuya?”
He remembered his grandfather saying that his portrait and that of Old Ancestor Wu Ya were almost carved from the same mold.
His grandfather also said that since he looked so much like the Holy Lord of Talismans, he would definitely achieve great things in the field of Talismans in the future. Then he stuffed a pile of talisman books in his hand, which he had been reading for ten years but still hadn't finished.
"I never thought that after more than 7,000 years, there are still some young people who can remember me. I guess my portrait must be well preserved."
"Of course. We have preserved the portraits of every ancestor of the Yun family."
Their Yun family had never produced anyone who had committed a crime, and everyone's portraits were kept in the ancestral hall. At most, the ancestors with more fame would receive more incense.
Those who are unknown and just waiting to die can only wait for the annual ancestor worship to have a meal with other ancestors.
For someone like Yun Wuya, his grandfather had a copy of his portrait made and hung it in his bedroom so that he could look up at it every day.
Yun Feimiao often saw the other person's portrait when he was a child. At that time, he didn't think he looked very similar to him, but now when he saw him again, he felt that they looked ridiculously similar.
Isn't the difference in his inheritance from the previous generation too severe?
No wonder his grandfather put the portrait away after he turned ten. It must have looked awkward.
Yun Wuya admired Yun Feimiao's paintings again and sighed with satisfaction: "More than seven thousand years have passed, and our Yun family is still so beautiful."
Yun Feimiao nodded in agreement. As a person who loves looks, it was such a blessing to be born in the Yun family.
"The boy next to you, is he from the Xie family?"
"How did you know this, senior?" Yun Feimiao asked curiously.
Yun Wuya smiled and said, "The appearances of the eight ancient clans all follow a few fixed templates, and most of them can be recognized at a glance."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
