"What are you thinking?" Su Yi frowned, "This is just a normal situation for the Qi in your body to discharge impurities. You don't think you have a terminal illness, do you?"
"Huh?" Ye Xiaxuan looked confused at first, then asked, "Is this normal?"
"It's normal! If you don't believe it, look at yourself in the mirror. Your complexion and skin are much better." Su Yi simply doesn't know what to say. A cultivator Xiao Bai really doesn't understand anything.
"Really?" Ye Xiaxuan took out a small mirror from his bag and looked around. His face was still so red, but his skin seemed to be better than before.
"You're not afraid now, are you? If you're not afraid, just watch it carefully." Su Yi pretended to be fierce and said, "If your handwriting is still so bad later, I will break your hand."
"..."
Ye Xiaxuan was so scared that his whole body froze.
If someone else said such a thing, she thought it might be a joke, but when Su Yi said such a thing, she thought it was really possible.
Interrupted and reconnected, interrupted and reconnected...
Oh my god, it's so scary.
Su Yi picked up the pen and swung it again.
This time, he polished it himself and put a little more effort into it. The moment he put pen to paper, Ye Xiaxuan was brought into a wonderful realm again.
Su Yi still painted Golden-Winged Great Peng.
One stroke is so heroic that it seems as if the tip of the pen contains the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.
Ye Xiaxuan saw everything during the Primordial World period, which was all influenced by Su Yi's mind.
It was a memory from ancient times, with a desolate and primitive atmosphere, a Golden-Winged Great Peng soaring into the sky and earth, devouring all things.
Endless ferocious beasts roared, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky were overwhelmed by this Golden-Winged Great Peng.
Su Yi also inexplicably recalled the palm that ended the entire era of immortals and demons, and couldn't help but mention the next line.
Ninety thousand miles were stained with blood, and corpses were buried in ten hell halls.
Ye Xiaxuan The scene in his eyes changed, and he saw the great god covered in golden armor looking at the sky with despair on his face.
I saw the hundred-foot-tall Primordial World ferocious beast again, with endless despair in its eyes, and its desolate roar could be heard in my ears.
All things screamed, and the earth collapsed.
Everything is just because of someone's anger, and the world is full of sadness.
When Su Yi finished writing, Ye Xiaxuan was still immersed in the artistic conception of Su Yi. His pupils shrank, his whole body was trembling, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
"Something almost happened." Su Yi picked up the brush and crossed out the mentioned line with one stroke.
Only then did Ye Xiaxuan come back to his senses. Looking at the picture of Painting of Kunpeng Soaring on the paper, he was still in panic all day long, and he could not suppress the fear in his heart.
"Alas." Su Yi's hand fell on the painting, forcibly suppressing the Daoist rhyme in it.
Ye Xiaxuan looked at Su Yi in disbelief. "Master, what did I just see?"
"Hallucination." Su Yi could only tell her this.
He never told anyone about the fact that he had lived for a hundred thousand years.
It is impossible for this painting to help Ye Xiaxuan make any progress in his cultivation.
If Su Yi had not suppressed the Daoist rhyme in the painting, Ye Xiaxuan would have fallen into endless fear forever. Now, after completely suppressing it, apart from the painting skills, there is probably only a weak Daoist rhyme mixed in.
Su Yi pondered for a moment, picked up the pen again, and wrote - A gift to disciple Ye Xiaxuan.
At this moment, Ye Xiaxuan vaguely felt that he had some kind of connection with this painting, as if it had a blood connection with him.
"This painting is given to you. I also wrote your name just now. You can write your name on that painting yourself." Su Yi said, "Sell it after you write it. It only costs 180,000. I will return it to the man named Qin."
For Su Yi, the small sculpture he drew just now is purely graffiti. It is not a big deal if this kind of thing spreads.
"Oh! Thank you, Master!" Ye Xiaxuan beamed, Su Yi actually gave her a painting, which must be kept well.
As for selling this pair...
Only children make choices, she wants them all!
Who dares to argue with her, she will be jealous of.
"Write." Su Yi walked aside and looked at Ye Xiaxuan.
Ye Xiaxuan also noticed that the cursive writing of Su Yi just now was okay. She could only be glad that her master didn't just write a line of wild cursive script, because she really wouldn't be able to learn it.
In fact, the handwriting of Ye Xiaxuan is not too bad. After all, he was born into a wealthy family, and his education since childhood is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
I can only say that compared with people like Su Yi, it is a bit far behind.
Ye Xiaxuan took a deep breath, looked down, and couldn't help but think of that busty woman Bai Miaomiao.
Why is she so hot?
When Su Yi saw her Soul Splitting, he couldn't help but said angrily, "What do you want? Let you write!"
"Oh." Ye Xiaxuan was so frightened that he shrank his head, picked up the pen, and with a sigh of relief, imitated Su Yi's handwriting just now and wrote his name.
Su Yi took a quick look and saw that it was really just an imitation of his handwriting, with a few resemblances, but no momentum of his own.
It's just a show.
"After I go back, write my name a thousand times every day." Su Yi is really disappointed. This apprentice is really too stupid.
"Oh." Ye Xiaxuan puffed out his cheeks and nodded sadly, not daring to question anything.
"Okay, let's go out and take the painting with us." Su Yi picked up the book "Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind" and walked out.
Ye Xiaxuan ding-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dongdonged to the table and ran to it, took a look, and said, "Master, the ink is not dry yet. Should I have it framed and then take it out?"
"Whatever you want." Su Yi said and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Liu Hongyun and others came forward.
Before Liu Hongyun could say anything, Liu Shi sneered and said, "You really dare to draw!"
Su Yi ignored him and walked directly over the crowd to the sofa nearby, reading his book, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Liu Shi was even more furious. He wanted to prevent Su Yi from getting off stage, but this guy just ignored him.
It was as if he had gathered all his strength to punch, but ended up hitting the air and dislocating his hand.
The painters nearby were even talking about it. Some said Su Yi was arrogant, while others secretly laughed at Liu Shi.
Su Yi is indeed a madman. He even dares to criticize Liu Hongyun's paintings. Isn't his Liu Shi jumping out the same as putting his face under someone's slap and begging for abuse?
Liu Hongyun didn't have an attack on the spot, and he hadn't seen the painting yet, so he naturally didn't dare to make any judgments. If Su Yi really has a super high level, the more powerful he pretends now, the more embarrassing he will be later.
A group of them entered the studio, and Ye Xiaxuan stood in front of the table and said, "You asked people to frame the painting. The ink is not dry yet."
Liu Hongyun saw the small carving drawn by Su Yi at first sight.
Then he froze there, saying nothing for a long time.
Liu Shi rushed faster than Laozi. When he saw the small carving, he couldn't help laughing, "That's it? That's it? It's just a little bird with no background next to it. What is it?"