After Dawn Chapter 138: The fairy in the painting (3)
Such an answer was beyond Qing Ran's expectations, but it was reasonable. It was indeed a wish that someone like Zhao Qingkong could make.
Almost the moment he said this, Qing Ran felt the change in his body.
Originally, she was only a lonely soul in the painting. Although she had the chance to become an immortal under the influence of Zhao Qingkong, she did not have any powerful abilities, not even comparable to those wild mountains. Spiritual monsters, if it is said that cultivating immortals is divided into civil and martial arts, those spirits who successfully ascend to immortals by virtue of their strength cultivation are the martial arts, and the spirits like her are the literary paths, and the spirits who follow the martial arts temper their muscles and bones. Try to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and even seize as many resources as possible by killing to improve your ability, so as to achieve the purpose of shattering the void and ascending to immortals, but there are only a few who can become immortals like this If you kill too much, you won't be able to survive the catastrophe at the time of immortality. However, it is even more difficult to cultivate on the basis of comprehension like Qingran. One is that ordinary monsters cannot find such a way, and it is impossible to have such comprehension. Without realizing it, he was buried in the battle first.
Although the woman incarnated by Qingran has a substance and can be touched, she is only an external incarnation after all. Eyes, nose, and mouth, but the eyes can't see, the nose can't smell, and the tongue can't taste, and can only perceive the existence of Zhao Qingkong by relying on his own consciousness.
But when the last word of Zhao Qingkong's words fell, Qing Ran knew that everything was different.
A golden light rose from the soles of Qingran's feet and gradually wrapped around her whole body. Seeing Zhao Qingkong's worried eyes, Qingran smiled at him.
"You don't have to worry about your son..."
"Then congratulations girl..." Zhao Qingkong cupped his hands in congratulations.
Qing Ran smiled back.
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"Feng girl, have you fulfilled Zhao Gongzi's wish?" Seeing her figure gradually emerging, the land master, who was less than three feet tall, asked with a smile, "There is still a painting fairy on the side of Sihua Fairy. , you were originally an immortal body cultivated by painting, and I arranged for you to go there."
Unexpectedly, the expression of the person who stepped on the ground seemed a little lost.
"What's wrong?" The land master came over with some worry, raised his head and asked, "Girl, what can you tell me. Don't hold it back by yourself."
"Grandpa Land, I want to know, what will be the future of Zhao Gongzi?" she asked.
"This kind of thing..." Duke Tu frowned in embarrassment and said with a serious face: "Feng girl, this kind of thing involving the fate of mortals is not something that you and me can interfere with. ."
"If you give birth to an immortal, things in the mortal world have nothing to do with you. No matter how good or bad this young master Zhao is in the future, you can't have anything to do with him." Duke Tudi reminded him, but Qing Ran had nothing to do with him. Instead of nodding as he imagined, he seemed a little absent-minded, not knowing what he was thinking.
What Qing Ran was thinking was that she and the land master had not known each other for a day or two. The official position of the land master is not big, small or big, but it also depends on ability and ability. Every year When there was a meeting in the fairyland, the land master didn't even have the qualifications to hold a meeting. Let's say it's small, but he controls the water and soil of one side. Every grass, tree, flower and tree on this land, every inch of land belongs to the land. The public office has jurisdiction, but Qing Ran knows that the scope of the land public jurisdiction is far more than that. They also manage the fate of the human race living on their land, so as to eradicate the emergence of people who may pose a threat to the heavens at any time.
Thinking of this, Qing Ran secretly made a decision.
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After Qingran left, Zhao Qingkong looked at the place where she used to sit with a bit of loss, and his heart was empty.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to laugh at why he was so selfless, but he couldn't say what he wanted her to stay, but he found that he couldn't even laugh. Fate is a very rare thing. When he saw Feng Qingran on the street three years ago, he never imagined that he would have such an experience one day, but now he feels that his wife is no other than her.
Zhao Qingkong felt strange.
"How can you have such a wishful thinking about Miss Feng, who has become a fairy now... You are just an ordinary person, and you have such a fate..."
He laughed.
There is such a fate, it is already worth cherishing.
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Zhao Qingkong blew the ink on the paper, and a beautiful woman looked back and smiled on the paper, as if she would jump down from the painting and swim with your arms if you gently call her.
He hung the painting, the wind in the woods blew in from the window, the candles flickered, and the pictures of beautiful women all over the wall seemed to come alive under the dim light.
Zhao Qingkong blew out the candle on the table, then walked to the window, closed the window, closed the door, and backed out.
A painting was swaying on the wall, and finally was blown to the ground by the wind that penetrated through the gap in the wall. Only a "click" was heard, and the painting lay quietly on the ground.
The night passed silently for another half, the moon gradually fell on the horizon, and the sky outside became darker and darker. Just when the first smear of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, the paintings on the ground gradually began to move.
On the ground, I saw a beautiful woman slowly stand up from a squatting position, stretched her waist, revealing a graceful figure, after looking around with some empty eyes, she silently packed up.
Zhao Qingkong got up in the smell of rice.
He opened the bedroom door and saw the woman who was putting the dishes on the dining table.
"Girl?" He called out subconsciously, and found that after he woke up, the living woman with the exact same face as Feng Qingran just saluted him, and then stepped back into the study.
Zhao Qingkong didn't put on his shoes, so he stepped on and chased into the study, but found that there was nothing in the study, only a few paintings he was hanging. He quickly exited the study and looked at the dining room, where there was another There are indeed tableware and breakfast, and the fragrance is real and not like a fake, so he entered the study again, but his study is only a square inch, and after the books are placed, there is only one place for him to write and draw. There is no place to hide people, so where can the girl go?
As for the window... He went to the window and pushed it. His window could only be opened from the inside, and it could only be locked from the inside, so he didn't push it. The window was still closed as he saw yesterday. Nothing has changed.
He turned his head and carefully surveyed the room, his eyes finally swiped across several pictures of beauties, and finally stopped on the last painting he completed.
He clearly remembered that when he painted, Feng Qingran in the painting, although he was looking back and smiling, his eyes were looking at the void and didn't know which direction, but in this painting, the woman in the painting was very clear. But looked at him.
"Girl Feng..."
He looked up at the portrait and called.
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Zhao Qingkong is getting used to the days when someone does laundry and cooking every day.
He also discovered that every day when he was reading and writing, in the paintings he painted for Feng Qingran, there would be a woman in the painting who came out to do chores for him at home. Feng Qingran's face is exactly the same, but it is not the real her, just like a puppet that looks exactly like Feng Qingran, who only knows to do things according to the set things.
Zhao Qingkong thought, maybe this was a gift from Qingran after he became an immortal.
"Qingkong, you are eighteen, Yingying from the next village is just sixteen this year, otherwise I will give you two a kiss."
"No need for auntie, please worry about it. Xiaosheng hasn't been admitted to the country, so how can he get married." Zhao Qingkong politely refused. An aunt pulled a hand, and the aunt gave Zhao Qingkong a grinning look, then lowered her voice and said in the aunt's ear: "People, but people who want to get the first prize and marry the princess, you are telling people about kissing now, Isn't it delaying others?"
Although she deliberately lowered her voice, her voice was not small at all. Zhao Qingkong could hear it clearly. Although he had no plans for Princess Shang, when someone said it like this, even if the other party was out of kindness and kindness, It also made him feel very embarrassed, but he didn't say much, just cupped his hands and said with a cautious smile: "Every auntie is laughing."
"I'm sorry..."
"I will marry a princess in the future, but I will take it home for us to see..."
"That's right, I'm so big, I've never seen a princess before..."
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In the blink of an eye, it was two years, and it was time for the Beijing exam.
Zhao Qingkong originally wanted to take off the painting on the wall and take it to Beijing for the exam, but found that the painting seemed to be integrated with the wall, and there was no way to take it off. He had to check the bamboo house again and again. After confirming that the doors and windows were locked, outsiders could not enter, so I left very uneasy. Along the way, all I thought about were the puppets in the painting left by Qingran, whether they would be found or hung on the wall. Will his paintings be stolen by thieves, so that when he arrived in the capital a few days later, he had bags under his eyes, and the whole person looked very sluggish.
"Sir, are you too nervous and haven't slept well? When you arrive in the capital, you should find a place to stay and have a good rest. Don't read any more books. When you enter the examination room, your body will be overwhelmed." The driver said with concern. , he does not know a few words, and is mainly responsible for the transportation of guests on the road, but he has a special respect for scholars, not to mention that Zhao Qingkong has real talents and practical learning, and is very humble, and he has no stature, and is willing to be like them. Readers who are friends with people who do hard work.
"Don't worry." Zhao Qingkong waved his hand and rejected his offer of help with a smile, "I can still walk to the inn by myself. After all, the car is bumpy and it's not very good to sleep. I'll just rest for a night."
"The gentleman pays attention to his body."
"Certainly."
"The villain is here to congratulate Mr. High School and win the championship in one fell swoop!"
"Thank you for your kind words."