The time-traveling villain wants to escape from Feng Aotian's Shura Field

Qin Yangjun picked up the painting.

If you look closely at this painting, you'll see it's just a bunch of unrelated blocks of color.

But if you look at it roughly, you can vaguely see that these blocks of color form a painting.

Under the crescent moon, a small house stands on the mountain.

A feeling of loneliness and coldness emanates from the painting.

"Amazing..."

Qin Yangjun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

I wasn’t an artist in my previous life.

But for some reason, when he saw this painting for the first time, he fell in love with this kind of painting within a painting and inexplicably felt that this painting was amazing.

But the masked girl was stunned.

A hint of shock flashed in those originally cold eyes.

Then Qin Yangjun looked at the masked girl.

Qin Yangjun looked carefully at the words on the girl's mask. The dark colors hidden in the irregular blocks of color seemed to form a crying face.

This also made Qin Yangjun immediately confirm that the girl in front of him was the author of this painting.

"Did you draw this?"

The masked girl didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly.

The surprise in her eyes gradually faded.

Because she remembered the reactions of the elders in the holy land when they saw her paintings.

They also praised their own paintings.

But if you ask them to describe what's good about that place, they all look embarrassed.

From then on, she knew a word.

flatter.

The Chaos God Pearl that he had just thrown out was no ordinary thing. There were only a handful of forces in the entire Dongzhou that could possess that thing.

I guess this person also recognized the Chaos God Pearl and wanted to curry favor with me.

"Those great masters of Taoism can't understand my paintings, how can the person in front of me understand me..."

As she thought so, the light in her eyes dimmed a lot.

"I don't know if my feeling is right, but this painting gives me a feeling of loneliness and coldness..."

Qin Yangjun looked at the words in his hand and gave his own thoughts.

Generally speaking, the painting scene symbolizes the artist's state of mind.

Is this girl in front of me... lonely?

These words made the girl's body tremble, and she looked at Qin Yangjun with a gleam in her eyes.

"Can you tell?"

The girl finally uttered her first words, her clear and cool voice like Huang Ling's, mixed with a hint of strange excitement.

"It seems that my feeling is correct. However, the color, composition, and the face on your mask...how did you come up with the combination of colors?"

To be honest, before Qin Yangjun saw this painting, he thought that the only paintings in this world were in ink and wash.

"I... tuned in with that... and... came out."

The girl spoke haltingly, but she didn't seem to know how to describe what was in her mind.

Because she figured these out based on her feelings.

The girl talked for a long time but couldn't make sense, then she lowered her head.

"Wow - what should I do? What should I say? He will definitely think I'm a weird person."

However, Qin Yangjun showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said to the girl:

"Oh - I see. You mean you don't know how to describe it, right? You just figured it out based on your feelings."

The girl's body trembled, and she looked at Qin Yangjun and nodded rapidly.

The girl was extremely excited at this moment.

After so many years, finally someone can understand my paintings.

As she became more and more excited, a golden spiritual power emanated from the girl's body.

The moment it came into contact with the spiritual power, the Golden Crow Banner in Qin Yangjun's sea of ​​consciousness actually trembled.

Qin Yangjun's face changed slightly and he suddenly raised his head.

At this time, the girl also came close to Qin Yangjun. Seeing Qin Yangjun suddenly raised his head, the girl thought that she was too close.

He quickly took two steps back.

She finally met someone who understood her, and she didn't want to scare him away.

"you..."

"This woman is a fairy body"

Ming suddenly spoke.

Qin Yangjun also swallowed the words in his throat.

Immortal bodies are secrets to cultivators, and most people are unwilling to reveal them unless it is absolutely necessary.

If I suddenly burst out, it might arouse the other party's hostility.

"how..."

The girl looked at Qin Yangjun without a trace of emotion in her tone.

I am very anxious...

"I'm not a weirdo! I mean no harm, I just want to chat with you."

Qin Yangjun coughed twice to ease the embarrassment and chose to change the subject.

So he put down the painting in his hand and asked:

"Why did you come into conflict with the Qiu family?"

The masked girl did not hide anything and stretched out her hand, and the clay doll she had been holding before appeared in her hand.

Qin Yangjun observed it carefully and showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"I see. A puppet at the Nascent Soul stage. These patterns must be from ancient times."

The masked girl nodded slightly, then responded quietly.

"I saw it first. She came across it and tried to grab it."

Qin Yangjun discovered this when he was watching the battle before.

The person in front of him didn't want to fight at all, it was the Qiu family who was being aggressive.

So Qin Yangjun guessed at that time that what the woman in red skirt said about going back to get the spirit stones was nonsense.

If the Di family and the Qiu family are like this, then the Geng family is probably about the same.

They will definitely grab the stuff this time, so...

Qin Yangjun was thinking about what to do after the auction.

The masked girl in front of him suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts.

"What do you think of this painting?"

The girl took out another painting from somewhere.

Qin Yangjun was not sure what the intention was, but after observing carefully, he expressed his own thoughts.

Then several more paintings were taken out.

Qin Yangjun expressed his views one by one.

The girl became more and more excited.

After so many years, she actually met someone who could understand her!

The 33rd Saint Girl Does Not Understand Love

Because the girl in front of me was wearing a mask, the only thing I could see was her cold eyes.

So Qin Yangjun didn't know what the person in front of him felt when he recommended a painting to him.

However, during this period, the immortal energy in her body dissipated and filled the entire room.

During this period of time, the Golden Crow Banner has been responding, but that's all it was.

Qin Yangjun knew that this amount of dissipated immortal power was not enough to awaken the Golden Crow Banner.

So he still had to go to the auction to get the Yuntian Spirit Stone.

Not long after, Qin Yangjun took a look at the sky.

It was already dusk.

The auction was about to begin, and Qin Yangjun knew that he no longer had time to "exchange art" with the person in front of him.

So he said goodbye to the girl.

The masked girl did not stop him, but just nodded.

And after Qin Yangjun left.

There was a hint of loneliness in the masked girl's eyes.

Then she seemed to remember something.

He raised his head suddenly.

Oh, I don’t even know his name?!

The masked girl was just about to turn around and chase Qin Yangjun.

A golden light burst out.

A woman in a golden dress and a veil appeared in front of her.

Behind her were four people dressed similarly. After they appeared, they all stood aside.

As soon as she appeared, the woman walked forward eagerly and asked:

"Saint! What is going on? Why are you wanted?!"

The masked girl was silent for a while.

Then a brief sentence explained what had happened.

After hearing what happened, the woman frowned slightly.

"I didn't expect something like this to happen. How does the Yuqian Sect manage the cities under its jurisdiction..."

"What about your business?"

Hearing the masked girl's words, the woman sighed.

"I haven't seen Lin Yuzhou. According to the servants of the City Lord's Mansion, their City Lord went on a long journey a few months ago. After returning, he locked himself in a secret room and has never come out since then."

"He must have run into some problems. I originally wanted him to help introduce someone to me, but now it seems that's not possible. He still has to keep the favor he owes us."

"profound"

The masked girl responded calmly, with no hint of joy in her tone, and then began to organize her paintings without saying a word.

The woman looked at the girl with helplessness in her eyes.

They all said that this saint was difficult to get along with, but she understood it now.