Chapter 48

Wen Chaoyuan doesn't cover a wide area, but it is empty around, which highlights its height. In particular, the wind Pavilion is towering into the clouds, with magnificent momentum and powerful copper bell sound, which makes the Wen Chaoyuan painted on the painting unique.

Gu Guan stood at the gate of Wen Chao courtyard for a long time before knocking at the gate.

The thump sound is covered by the ringing tone.

Creak, the courtyard door opens slowly.

Magnolia waited for a long time. Without saying a word, she led Gu Guan to the top of the listening Pavilion.

On the way, as Gu Guan moved, he started to dust all over the sky.

"How long hasn't the yard been cleaned?" Gu Guan uses space power to learn magnolia to step on the void.

On the top floor of the wind Pavilion, Mo painted and sat cross legged. The incense burner in front of him lit sandalwood and the smoke went straight up.

"Here you are." The sound of Mo's painting is clear and cold, such as the bright and clean boulders knocked by the clear spring in the mountains.

Gu Guan stared at Mo Shang's painting. The woman in front of her was very beautiful. During her long life, no one could compare with Mo Shang's painting.

Black and smooth hair, curved willow eyebrows and cherry like mouth. In a word, Mo's facial features are exquisite without defects.

Especially her restless eyes, cold as snow and silent as a pool, under these illusions, it was the destructive impulse of volcanic eruption, shocking and amazing.

This is a dangerous woman.

Gu Guan's love of beauty disappeared with a bang. His hair stood up all over his body and his palms sweated, wet and sticky.

"Aunt." Gu Guan said.

"Just call me madam."

Gu Guan nodded and whispered in his heart that his wife is thousands of times better than his aunt. A beautiful woman is still a woman after all!

"Madam, I came here today for..."

"No matter why you come, you have to clean the courtyard of Wenchao court first." Don't take the painting for granted, and don't give Gu Guan the possibility to refuse.

Gu Guan loosened his fist, the cool summer wind blew and the palm was cool. "There are countless people under Gu's house. You can call anyone at will. They can clean better than me."

"But what I want is you to clean."

There is no reason. Don't move your mind on the painting, which is the reason why Gu Guan can't refuse.

Gu Guan said in a deep voice, "what if I say no?"

Mo Shang's painting still has no expression, "Gu Fu is not a good place for you, but three years later, you still come back. Others guess you are for revenge, but I don't think so."

Mo Shanghua raised his chin slightly. Obviously, Gu Guan saw the arrogance of fearless immortals, Buddhas and ghosts.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're for the box your mother left you." Don't draw on the lips, the room is full of brightness, like picking clouds to see the moon, bringing the moonlight down.

Gu Guan's hands hung down. There was a sharp silver needle hidden between his fingers. "Give it back to me."

Mo Shanghua said with a smile, "although I can't see through your accomplishments and I don't know the strength of your strength, I can still see that you have just healed from your serious injury."

Gu Guan suddenly held her breath.

Mo Shanghua continued, "the old lady around the little girl has good strength. I'm surprised that you can defeat her. In three years, you have such earth shaking changes. You really deserve to be the woman's daughter."

Gu Guan pretended to be furious, and the momentum was fully open. The white yarn was spread out layer by layer, sweeping the painting like a huge wave.

Don't draw. Don't raise your hand quickly or slowly. The index finger is slightly depressed in the void. It turns into countless sharp needles and roars away. Gu Guan's momentum is like a balloon exploding and disappearing.

Gu Guan held her chest and looked pale.

There were no gorgeous moves, earth shaking movements, just one move. Gu Guan lost to Mo Shanghua.

Mo Shang's painting did not defeat Gu Guan's joy. His expression did not change from beginning to end. It was very like an eminent monk who saw through the world of mortals and explored life and death.