Chapter 2869

In the face of a headless corpse on the ground, baishui'er is so scared by the sudden scene that he is stiff and dare not move.

Meng fan is also stunned.

"Cough..."

The painter coughed twice again and covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

These two light cough, also attracted the attention of Bai Shui Er, she looked at the painter, the mind is very confused.

In such a light way, he killed more than a dozen people of level 5 and level 6, and Xu Xiu, one of them, was a master of level 8. He killed him as simply as drinking water!

This is terrible enough, but at least it can be understood that the handsome man in front of him is a master level strong man.

However, it is impossible for a strong master to pick up a branch of a tree and call for the clouds all over the sky and rain water to turn the rain into weapons.

This is simply the fairy means, white water son the first time, thought of "three days."

I'm afraid that the young man in front of me is a fairy for three days!

Bai shui'er was clever, and immediately fell down and said respectfully, "thank you for saving your life."

The painter waved his hand and didn't respond. He turned to Meng fan and said, "it's very nice. The scenery is stained with blood. Let's go. Keep on going."

Meng fan answered: "yes, master."

Bai shui'er didn't expect that the man in front of him would leave so easily. Did he kill more than a dozen experts? For this man, it was like killing a few ants at will? That doesn't matter?

I don't even have the interest to talk about it.

White water son can't help but shout: "elder I... "

The painter still didn't look back, but said in a soft voice: "fate will see you again. There is no need to impose cause and effect."

This sentence, let white water son body a stiff, always feel, taste out of some unusual taste.

She looks at Meng fan.

This young man seems to have a very ordinary talent, but following the handsome young man and calling him master, baishui'er did not dare to look down upon him, so he nodded to him gently.

Meng fan also nodded his head and immediately put on his luggage and followed the painter behind him.

This is just an episode.

However, Meng fan was shocked.

In his heart, he always thought that master was a master of the world.

However, he is not an expert in martial arts, but a hermit, a spiritual tall man who can see through heaven and earth.

Now, it is definitely not so simple.

Meng fan practiced martial arts hard since he was a child, only because of the dreamlike, half true and half false illusions and nightmares not long ago, which made him more and more listless. When he met with things, he became withdrawn. Even in his heart, he had a kind of cowardice that he had never had before.

The master said, "it's stealing the bell.".

Even if you close your eyes, the world is still there, the road to the future, or to go.

The master also said that a man who had tried hard, failed, cried, knelt down to others for survival, and then struggled to stand up. His life was full of glory. For a moment, he was cowardly, not forever.

Today, Meng fan saw his master killing people with a pen. He was careless, which ignited his pursuit and persistence in martial arts.

It also reminds him of his goal, tianhanzong and Mengjia.

Now he still has nightmares every night.

Dream of all kinds of strange scenes, all kinds of beautiful things in front of the destruction, and so on.

But he gradually did not wake up from the nightmare.

Because with the encouragement of the painter, Meng fan painted his dream scenes every day and told his master the stories he dreamed. Little by little, from the beginning, he was afraid to tell them. Later, he could tell them normally. Later, he didn't know why. Master seemed to understand these stories very well. He was looking forward to telling these stories with his master every day.

A few days later, Meng fan and his master finally walked out of the Qinglong mountains and came to the sun city.

Meng fan, who was excited to see the sun outside, did not feel excited to see the sun.

Because the scene in the dream seems to be more real than what you see in front of you, and the world in the dream is much more brilliant than the sun city.

After stepping into the Sun City, Meng fan and his master made a living by selling paintings. Sure enough, the painter was a powerful figure. His paintings attracted some dignitaries in the sun city and all came to seek paintings. As always, the painters only took some food. They lived a poor life, but they were peaceful and happy.

A month later, Meng fan met a lot of people in the Sun City, because he always dealt with those dignitaries. The painter liked to be quiet, and Meng fan was responsible for all the painting matters. The painter was only responsible for painting.

In particular, the painters only paint two or three paintings a day, and the sun city is a big city. It is said that in the whole empire of the great Qian Dynasty, there are many people coming and going, and many people come to ask for paintings. Even a high-ranking official from the capital city also came to ask for paintings anonymously. But finally, the news spread, and the painter's fame became even greater.So sometimes, some people also ask Meng fan's paintings. After all, the painters' paintings are too few, and they are less and less. Later, the painters will only paint one painting in a few days. As the apprentice of the painter, Meng fan's people who come to seek paintings from Meng fan hold the attitude of trying, and the painter has no objection.

As a result, Meng fan's paintings were astonished by the people who came to ask for paintings. Among them, the heroic figures or the colorful world surprised those high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

Meng fan also gradually has some reputation.

But Meng fan's face is always sad.

Only he knew that the reason why master stayed in Sun City for a month, and then he painted less and less, was that his body was getting worse and worse.

He spent most of his twelve hours a day in bed.

Every time I cough, I dye my handkerchief red.

Meng fan carried his master behind his back and began to collect money for painting. Then he divided the money into two parts. One was sent to Wuzhen to give it to his mother, and the other was used to buy medicine for his master.

On this day, the weather was fine. Meng fan went to the street to buy some for home use and medicine for his master. He was picking and picking on the roadside. He was dressed in simple clothes. He was familiar with the peddlers. He would chat a little.

Occasionally, there will be a few carriages on the road. The carriages are either rich or expensive. When a housekeeper or a housekeeper drives a car and sees Meng fan, a housekeeper or servant will come down to call him Mr. Xiao, and then greet the painter with a few words and ask Meng fan to go to his house for tea. All of them are not angry, because the painter and Meng fan have always been like this It is said with relish that the mountains and rivers are pure and thin, and then these housekeepers and servants will turn around and leave with a smile.

There have been many such scenes in recent days.

Meng fan is carrying a few bacon, suddenly someone around called.

"Little brother."

The voice is very light, very good to hear, Meng fan can not help but turn his head, a Zheng: "ah, it is a girl."

The one who talks is white water.

In Sun City, she is also a famous beauty.

For a month, she had been thinking about the painter. She saw the painter's apprentice and went to say hello.

"What a coincidence."

White water son Qiao smile Yan Ran, she is really happy.

"Predecessors said that fate will see you again. There is no need to impose cause and effect. This is really predestined."

Meng fan is so smart that he knows Bai shui'er. He wants to see his master again. But he is in a dilemma, so he has to say it clearly.

"Girl, my master is not very well now. It's not convenient to meet people."

White water son a Zheng, some unhappy: "little brother, you push off like this, the reason is too far fetched."

Meng fan shook his head, quickly bought something, and went home. Although baishui'er was very beautiful, he really didn't want baishui'er to disturb his master.

But white water son is also chasing all the way, that is, uncompromising.

When she got to her residence, Bai shui'er stopped and watched Meng fan close the door. She bit her teeth and found an inn nearby. It seemed that she had to see the painter.

Meng fan from the second floor to see white water son into the inn, sighed, turned to go to decoction, suddenly saw the master is also looking out.

"Master, you are up."

"Well, I'm up." The painter said gently, "let's go. We don't live in the sun city."

"Ah? Oh, yes, master

Meng fan immediately agreed.

He knew that master really didn't like being nagged.

Therefore, in the evening, Meng fan left the sun city with the painter.

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