Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 201 The Man in the Picture

Someone walked out of the inn quickly.

This person is the entrance to the black market, the person who caught a glimpse of An Qingli's true face is also the one who painted to find An Qingli.

This person has excellent paint and excellent imagination. With only half of An Qingli's side face, he made a lifelike and graceful portrait.

And I also think that the mind is romantic, you see it as a painting to express love, the love is declared in the painting, it is clear to everyone, it is a delicate and sincere expression of love.

He also hoped that the beautiful woman would take the initiative to find her and make this marriage happen on her own initiative.

It doesn't matter if you don't take the initiative to find her. With such a beauty, if you send more people to inquire afterward, you won't have to worry about not being able to find her.

You have to ask the beautiful woman An Qingli, what she really thinks about the painter at this moment, I'm afraid you will have to complain, that person is somewhat out of his mind.

However, there are thousands of people, thousands of thoughts, those who are sick don't realize that they are sick, they just feel that there are many common things in the world, and they don't understand him at all.

You see, someone standing in front of that exquisite painting with a pair of black flowerpot shoes embroidered with black butterflies can completely understand the painter's mind.

She appreciates the courage to express her love, and appreciates the exquisite and exquisite painter. She also wants to invite this painter to draw her many beautiful pictures with different styles and bind them into a thick booklet.

Sui Zhen and Meng Xun also frowned in the crowd, thinking that the painter would open the portrait of the woman in a grand manner, and his brain might have a serious illness, but seeing Meng Die with a serious brain illness, this painter's serious illness has also become Ailment.

Shangshan Zhenjun was also standing in the crowd, he didn't intend to come to this black market, but after killing the rogues, he stopped by the black market for a walk.

He remembered the person in the painting, when he first entered the secret realm, when the qi training disciples gathered in front of the sect, he had seen An Qingli smiling at Mu Sheng with his face sideways.

"It's lively this time!"

A group of people from the Tianyin Sect gathered together, excitedly spreading their voices.

"Who is the person in the painting?" Wu Xingyun asked Xiao Chengzhi beside him.Now Wu Xingyun has reached the early stage of foundation establishment, and Xiao Chengzhi, who is nearly fifty years old and deliberately training his spiritual consciousness, has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Although separated by a black veil, Wu Xingyun could still imagine Xiao Chengzhi's eyes shining brightly.

Like most men, Xiao Chengzhi is also pretty, but he seldom takes the initiative to chase after them. It's always the pretty girls who come to his door on their own initiative, and he chooses them before he speaks.

Wu Xingyun was also one of them, but she didn't say it out loud, and she didn't pierce the window paper.There is a small black mole on the corner of her mouth, which reduces her beauty, and many people even think she is ugly.

Xiao Chengzhi is not sure who is in the painting, after all, such a beautiful young beauty is rare in his life, and the only one comparable to the person in the painting is probably the silver-haired Ye Zhilan who makes him unforgettable.

The crowd was asking each other, whispering.

After all, some people offered rewards for magic weapons and took the initiative to stir up the excitement, so what if the rest of the people didn't join in the excitement.

Tian Yunzong probably knew it in his heart, but he didn't say much.

Some people don't know An Qingli, but are interested in the person who offered the reward for the magic weapon.

"You don't know this person?" Someone proudly said, "Look at the standing posture with slanted shoulders and shaking legs, and the high-pitched voice with a bit of scorn, and dare to shout loudly in this black market, except Hua Yanzong Mr. Jiang Yiyunjiang, who else is there! His father is the ancestor of Dujie, he is of a high seniority, and the Nascent Soul of the Huayan Sect walks around him."

"No wonder, so lawless, openly inquiring about the whereabouts of others."

It is a taboo to inquire about the whereabouts of others in the black market.

After all, dragons and snakes are mixed in the black market, and one either carries a lot of treasure or a huge sum of money, and it is a relatively closed environment.

If someone inquired about other people's whereabouts, robbed treasures, or took revenge, wouldn't it be chaos.

Therefore, the inns here, from the boss to the staff, dare not disclose the slightest information about the residents. If something goes wrong, losing money is a trivial matter, and it is easy to put your own life on it.

Hua Yanzong's punishment has always been strict.

That's why the painter didn't go to the inn to inquire about An Qingli's whereabouts, but only chose to paint romance.

But Jiang Yiyun, who is equivalent to the crown prince of Hua Yanzong, naturally acted boldly in his own territory.

Xiao Wuhuo, the little evil cultivator of the Tianyin Sect, stared at Jiang Yiyun, who was slanting his shoulders and shaking his legs, with weird arcs on both sides of his mouth. After all, this Jiang Yiyun of the Huayan Sect was still his half-brother.

Brothers and sisters who are related by blood are the best, and they are perfect for practicing.

"Who is the beauty in the painting?" the painter anxiously asked.

"Now that you know it, tell me!" Jiang Yiyun disdainfully glanced at the painter, and competed with him for his beauty, which is quite courageous.

The person who originally raised his hand was about to speak, but was deterred by someone's coercion, and became dumb for a while.

"Say it!"

Jiang Yiyun patted the man's cheek with the low-grade magic weapon's flying sword, making a "slap" sound, his behavior was extremely arrogant.

That person is still in the middle of the Golden Core Stage, while Jiang Yiyun is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Yes Yes."

The man stammered, blushed, and was about to speak.

"it's me!"

Someone was one step ahead of him, lifted the black veil on his head, raised his face, and looked at Jiang Yiyun.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

The low-level monks in the crowd exclaimed, but the high-level monks were able to hold themselves.

The woman's eyebrows were affectionate, and she walked towards Jiang Yiyun slowly with her face similar to that of the woman in the painting.

"This is An Qingli." Meng Xun looked at Sui Zhen, An Qingli was in the sect, she often changed her appearance, and wandered around in the arena, but Meng Xun still knew her general appearance.Moreover, some people drew a portrait of An Qingli based on their memory, and tried their best to push her to the beauty list of Tian Yunzong.

"No." Sui Zhen shook his head, his voice was wrong, his temperament was wrong, and he felt wrong.

If the woman's cartilage is not born with this face, it is probably a treasure that can change appearance like Wanxiangzhu.

"No." The painting monk also shook his head. This woman is beautiful, with soft eyebrows and eyes, but she is not the same as when he first saw her.

The Nascent Soul follower who painted the monk also shook his head, and told his little master that he had checked with the dust-free mirror just now, and that the soft and charming woman was a demon cultivator, a thousand-faced spider who could imitate people at will.

But Jiang Yiyun didn't care about these, his eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to embrace the demon cultivator woman in his arms, and called out "beauty", through the veiled hat, he licked his lips on the spot.

"Hey, isn't this woman the apprentice of Grandmaster Mu Sheng?" Someone pretended to be surprised. The more beautiful it is. Now we are in love with this noble son, like glue, it is a good talk."

"Bastard!" Someone kicked him, kicking a dog to eat mud.

"A disciple of Grandmaster Mu Sheng?" The painter's eyes brightened.

However, Jiang Yiyun didn't care about that, pinched the woman's waist, kissed her happily, and announced loudly: "This is the woman in the painting, if I say yes, then it is."

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