Grasping Evil

In Jianliang, everyone's girlfriends usually meet and kiss at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and can marry at the age of fifteen or thirteen. A 10-year-old girl is already quite young.

Zhao Huier is 10 years old, 10 years old girl, her body is not yet long, but she has already exhibited quality.

Today, Zhao Huier is dressed in a satin jacket with a small body wrapped under a furry fox joe and a bright face.

This year, Zhao Liang had no snow. Ningfan met Zhao Huier for the first time when there was no snow.

Ten years later, Ning Fan looked like a 30-year-old man, his eyes were deeper. The moment he saw Zhao Huier, his eyes were soft, and he smiled.

“Oh, isn't that Butterfly? ”

“Has Butterfly seen Uncle Ning Shi? Has Uncle Ning gone to see the river again? Unfortunately, the beams didn't snow this year, and the clubs didn't blossom.” I think it would be a little lonely to drink the wine of my uncle in the next life.

Zhao Huier smiled shyly and lowered his head, as the blue silk of the waterfall drooped, his voice was soft and sweet.

Zhao Huier, 10 years old, is more polite. Today, she will no longer haunt Ningfan snowman.

Zhao Huier, 10 years old, already has a few teenage thoughts... preferring the appearance to be handsome, and because of many years of cultivation, has a dusty temperament.

Though deliberately getting older, it still gave Zhao Huier the feeling of a red heartbeat...

Behind Zhao Butterfly, he followed two Zhao Fu daughters, both eighteen and nineteen years old, and his appearance was also quite delicate.

After many years of service in Zhao Mansion, Er Zhen has also met a number of Zhuang Liang Junjie, the appearance and learning excellence, they have also met some, but the temperament of Ningfan is dusty, rare...

So not only did Zhao Huier blush, even his two daughters blush, but he would peek at Ning Fan from time to time...

“Yeah, no snow this year, no blossoms, this wine is really lonely... Brother Boyang's illness, is it better? ”

Ningfan turned his head and asked.

He came to Zhao Liang for ten years. He also met Zhao Boyang for ten years. He is an old friend.

In a month, Zhao Boyang did not come to Yunzhong Academy to teach. It is said that the old disease has recurred and is quite serious...

“Daddy's leg disease occurs every year, but this year it's worse, he can't get out of bed anymore, someone has to serve in front of the bed, the famous doctor invited some, but it hasn't improved, even the brutal medicine given by the master of brutality has no effect...”

When Zhao Huier thought of his father's illness, his nose was sore and his eyes became red immediately.

“Leg disease is... don't cry, you come with me. ”

Ningfan caressed Zhao Butterfly's blue silk, then pushed the door back to the house, and the unconscious motion caused Zhao Butterfly to forget to cry, face big shame.

She's ten years old, she's a big girl, she's already begged for a few kisses... but Fan still treats her like a child and caresses her head at will...

It's a rude move, but Zhao Huier doesn't seem to reject this feeling...

Leaving Er outside, Zhao Huier entered the Ningfu courtyard alone. All the plum blossoms in the beam were unblossomed, but there was a plum tree in the courtyard, and the red plum was filled with...

“Eh? Uncle Shi's plum tree is so strange, it's different from the city of Zhao Liang...” Zhao Huier exclaimed.

“Nature is different. It's not just a plum tree...”

Ning Fan smiled and removed two plum blossoms from the plum tree. One of them was weak and worn on Zhao Huier's hair. The other, like a trick, was placed in a golden box and given to Zhao Huier.

“Take the plum flower in the box and give it to your father. The leg disease will heal... don't make a sound in the beam. Don't tell your father that I sent the plum flower. ”

Zhao Huier's cerebellum melon has been ruined. He didn't even know what Ningfan was talking about. He just instinctively took over the jade box and the ostrich drowned the cerebellum melon.

There is only one thing in my heart, that is that she was actually molested by Uncle Ning!

In the beam, a man and a woman could not relate, but Fan touched her hair and put flowers on her...

Her face was half burnt, hot and hot, and her ears were pounding with heartbeats...

“You know, butterflies are really grown up, but uncle behaved lightly...”

Fan smiled and shook his head. He was a thousand years old. Zhao Huier was always a child in front of him. He had not thought of this layer of men's and women's defence before. Now he knew to pay attention.

I repeat what I said before. After giving Zhao Butterfly a detailed order, Ning Fan let Zhao Butterfly leave.

Until he walked out of the Ningfu Gate, Zhao Huier was still in a state of shame and redness. He finally calmed his heart and looked at the brocade in his hand. His face was incredible.

“Why did Uncle give me a club flower?” She also said that these plum blossoms cure her father's leg disease... and that Butterfly has read a lot of medicine, but never heard that plum blossoms cure leg disease...

Unbelieving that plum blossoms can cure leg disease, Zhao Huier still intends to try it, bring the plum blossoms home and hand them over to his father and father.

It's also amazing, Zhao Boyang's leg disease is obviously beyond cure, but after taking the plum blossom, the leg disease actually improved every day.

Zhao Boyang asked where the plum flower came from. Zhao Huier remembered Ning Fan's instructions. He didn't say anything, but the matter was still spread in Zhongliang City.

Nobody knows what kind of plum blossoms really can cure Zhao Daju's aging leg disease.

The only person who knew the truth was Zhao Huier, 10 years old, who first saw Ning Fan incredible.

When she came to Ning's house again to thank Ning Fan for his gift, she found that Ning Fan was not at home, only ‘wife and daughter’ were at home...

After questioning Liuyan's ‘aunt' and Sin Laurie's ‘sister', Zhao Huier learned that Ning Fan, at this moment, was painting on the banks of the river.

“Uncle Ning is painting in the river?” Zhao Huier was very surprised. In her impression, Ning Fan seemed to only drink and admire plum.

When she came to the banks of the river, and found Ningfan, she saw that Ningfan was looking at an ancient painting next to a flat blue stone that was half a man tall.

Ten years of conversion, just for the sake of truth, Ningfan finally began to realize the truth. Daozhen, unable to speak to each other, preferred Daozhen to really understand, integrate into the Danqing, paint as a picture roll, thus enlightening the real.

Ning Fan is looking at an ancient painting that he obtained from Luoyun Feng demon land dust when he was in the Ninth Lu tribe.

The content of the painting is a scene in which Lu Wu, the ancient heavenly demon, drove off.

This painting is painted by a painting fairy in the ancient heavens. It can be falsified as true. Simply activate the magic to illuminate the characters in the painting.

The painting incorporates the fairy's way of realizing...

Ningfan looked at the ancient painting for a long time before putting it away, took out the paper ink pencil yarn, placed it on the blue stone, and started painting.

He knew that Zhao Huier had arrived and stood beside him, but at this moment he painted with all his heart, ignoring it, and Zhao Huier did not disturb him.

Ningfan's painting work can only be considered ordinary, and technically far from the highest realm, but his painting, with deep meaning, is close to the way. Ink painting, most importantly, is about context.

He painted the mountains and waters of the city of Qianliang, grass and wood, which had been incorporated into his heart for a decade.

But he painted the shop on Wall Street, and he couldn't paint the hustle.

He painted the river, but he couldn't get it flowing.

He painted bald plums on both sides, but couldn't get the plum blossoms on the trees...

“It's not enough...”

Ningfan slightly sighed, dropped the lake pen, and looked at the river silently.

He was still dissatisfied with the painting and was dissatisfied because of its failure to integrate it into the painting.

Zhao Huier looked at Ningfan's paintings with amazement.

Naturally, she doesn't know anything. It's not true. In her opinion, the painting of Ningfan's mountain waters has undoubtedly reached a very high level, grass by grass, with all intents...

She doesn't understand, but Fanming painted a wonderful painting. Why should she sigh?

“Uncle, are you dissatisfied with this painting?” Zhao Huier did not call Uncle Ning Fanshi. Her tone seemed to return to being as close as it was when she was a child.

“Did you see that again?” Ningfan smiled.

“Hee-hee, uncle's eyebrows are almost twisted together, can't you see Butterfly? ”

Zhao Huier smiled sweetly and suddenly gave birth to an idea. His face was red and his head was dripping. He asked Ning Fanyang.

“Can you teach Butterfly to draw? Butterfly wants to learn...”

“Your aspiration, not to be a barbarian monk, why not learn the barbarian scripture, instead come back to learn to paint with me. You don't want to be a barbarian?” I'd rather not laugh.

“No, Butterfly's ambition is still to be a barbarian monk, and Butterfly has promised a barbarian master...”

Zhao Huier spoke half the time and sighed. He did not continue to speak.

Ning Fan did not ask, but looked at Zhao Huier with interest, unraveled the wine gourd between his waist, and took a sip.

“Uncle taught Butterfly to paint. Five years, Butterfly only disturbed Uncle. Five years later, Butterfly will leave...”

Zhao Huier's eyes stared at Ning Fan with some pleading. In the face, there is a little more understanding emotion.

“Okay.”

Ningfan nodded and swept through Zhao Huier's corner of the plum blossom, but was exclaimed.

Every few days, the plum had dried up, but Zhao Huier still wore it on his head.

Growing up?

From this day on, Zhao Huier will come to Ningfan to learn painting whenever he has free time.

By the Qingshi River, Ningfan will surely be there, sometimes spilling ink, sometimes silent.

In the eleventh year, Ningfan finally painted the flowing river.

In the twelfth year, Ningfan penned bald plum branches, several red plums actually flourished.

In the thirteenth year, Ningfan painted the market, the noise of the hustle and bustle came out.

In the fourteenth year, Ningfan began to paint dragons, beasts, and spirits among the mountains and seas.

Fifteenth year, Ningfan began to paint people.

His characters, many, have red faces, relatives and enemies.

All the memories were incorporated into the path by Ningfan, painted on paper, not intentionally realistic, but gradually, the painting had a true rhyme.

It has been fifteen years since he came to the beam. The seven colored arrows have been refined by Ningfan.

The real bridge is foggy and gradually can no longer cover Ningfan's eyes. For the first time in fifteen years, Ningfan felt the call of the True Mirage River.

At night, Fan would rather stay in the room and sit on his knees.

His flesh was still at home, but the Numen suddenly rolled up their storage bags and flew into the night sky.

But seeing the shape of the Numen was tearing a gap from the night sky, stepping in one step and disappearing into the night color of the beam.

Any monk who breaks through the real bottleneck needs the Numen to leave the body and enter the Heavenly Path.

At this moment, Ningfan's Numen, just inside the Heavenly Path, in the blindfold, is a truly illusory long river.

Ningfan stood on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and the south bank was deserted. The north bank is green and grassy. If you go to the north bank, you can successfully cross the realm.

The long river is called the True Mist River, and the river is filled with mists that resemble the True Mist. Nowadays, Ningfan's eyes can see through some of the fog.

There are more than one true bridge on the True Mirage River, there are countless. Now that he's real, you can see 3,000 real bridges in the mist of the real river.

There are 3,000 real bridges, no real bridges...

“The True Bridge on the True Mirage River, which existed at the beginning of the formation of the Heavenly Path... the True Mirage River Goose Hair did not float, could not fly, could not swim, could not sail, could only cross the river on foot... if it reached the North Bank, it would be a real success." What kind of avenue is being built, what bridge is to be crossed? ”

“Today, I can see 3,000 real bridges, 3,000 real bridges, covering almost four days, most of the avenues, unfortunately, no real bridges...”

“No real monk crossing into Heavenly Path will be disturbed by the outside world, but trying to get inside Heavenly Path is extremely difficult. It took me fifteen years to enter only once...”

“There are only nine crossing opportunities for any monk... and I don't see any real bridges yet, I'm afraid I can't cross them...”

“Too bad...”

After one night, Ningfan Numen withdrew from the interior of Heaven Path and returned to his body. If you want to get inside the tunnel, you can't do it at all.

The next morning, Zhao Huier came to learn painting from Ningfan. Now she's fifteen years old, and the ceremony is just three days from now.

She came today, in addition to studying painting, one other thing is to inform Ning Fan, she is about to catch up.

For the average teenage girl, and a young girl means growing up, meaning that she will soon be married.

But for Zhao Huier, and Zhao Huier means long accompaniment green light, meaning to leave Zhaoliang City forever.

She was reluctant to marry, and her dream was to be a barbarian monk and protect the weak barbarian who had been harmed by the barbarian beast.

In the city of Zhaoliang, many of the sergeants who had asked her for relatives were rejected by Zhao Boyangtong.

Zhao Boyang is not a vulgar person. He knows that his daughter has ambitions and naturally fully supports them.

The only trouble is that in order to become a barbarian monk, you have to go to some big cities where barbarian temples thrive to learn barbarism. There is only one barbarian monk in the city of Bailiang, and this barbarian monk is weak enough to help his disciples perceive the incense of barbarism...

“Uncle, Butterfly is about to leave the beam... will you miss Butterfly...”

Zhao Huier stood beside Ning Fan and looked at the snow in front of him. He asked.

In the fifteenth year, there was a little snow under the beam, and red plums flourished in the snow.

Drinking alcohol and painting in the snow is preferred. Due to deliberate changes in appearance, there is some wind cream in the corner.

Zhao Huier looked at the familiar shadow, and looked at the familiar view of the river, his heart slightly sour, some reluctant.

She grew up, but my uncle grew old...

She finally got away with it, finally left her hometown, tried to be a barbarian monk, but why did she give a damn...

“No, Butterfly, don't worry, Uncle won't miss you.” Ningfan smiled.

“Liar! I don't believe it! ”

Zhao Huier threw up her tongue and she didn't believe Ningfan would miss her.

“... uncle, if Butterfly became a barbarian monk, he would never be able to marry anyone in his life. Uncle can you help Butterfly complete a careful wish...” Zhao Butterfly asked carefully.

“What wish? ”

“Uncle, can you wear a wedding dress with Butterfly, eat a wedding cake, ride a wedding boat, put on a wedding light... before Butterfly leaves, finish Butterfly carefully wishing...”

“No.”

“Why... uncle never refused Butterfly's request, why refuse this time...” Zhao Huier sighed lost.

Instead of answering, he drank the liquor, put down the lake pen, and glanced at a tree of plums.

“Cheap ghost..." Zhao Huier muttered softly, suddenly Xiafei's cheeks were red and faint.

Instead, Ningfan took off a red plum, inserted it gently in her horn, and smiled, “This plum flower is a gift for you and your gift.” I have some business to attend to these days, but I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you and your gift.

“Will Uncle not come to attend Butterfly's ceremony...” After listening to Ning Fan, Zhao Huier, who had been slightly shy, immediately lost.

“Might come, might not, after all, crushing the remains of a barbarian beast is not so easy to find...” than laughing helplessly.

“Crushing the brute... what a brute...” Zhao Huier's eyes were full of puzzles.

“I'll tell you later...”

For three days, Ningfan was not at home and left the city. Zhao Huier came looking for Ningfan, but did not find him. When he heard that Ningfan had left the city, he had to worry.

Buddhist monks know how to make the barbarian jade pepper. Wearing the barbarian jade pepper reduces the chances of being attacked by the barbarian beast, but it must be safe not to sleep.

Zhao Huier didn't know what Ningfan was doing out of town, and whether Ningfan had brought the barbarian Jade Pei. She was worried...

Three days later, Ning Fan still hasn't returned. Today is Zhao Huier's salute.

As the daughter of Zhao Daju, Zhao Butterfly's and Lili are extremely scenic, there are countless names of Zhao Liang who have come to attend the ceremony.

More than that, even the only barbarian monk of Zhao Liang, the master of barbarism, came to attend Zhao Huier's ceremony on an exceptional basis.

Ordinary daughters and daughters, barbaric idiots will not naturally come, but Zhao Huier is different, she has sought barbaric idiots. According to the barbaric idiot evaluation, this nun is extremely talented. If there are famous monks, she will definitely become a generation of monks in this life, for the benefit of barbaric wilderness.

Knowing that he was not enough to become a master of Zhao Huier, Zhao Huier was recommended to study barbarism in Tianbarian City.

Heavenly Barbarian City, look at the whole barbaric ancient territory, is ranked the top 10 barbaric cities!

There are plenty of barbarian monks and they are strong enough to defend themselves against any barbarian attack.

“Old Qian has practiced barbarism and told several friends of Tianbarian City that the barbarian temple there is also very interested in Zhao Huier's mastery of the day... this time, Tianbarian Temple will also send people to Jianliang, then this woman to Tianbarian City, enough to see the importance that Tianbarian Temple attaches to this woman...” the barbarian mind secretly said.

He should have been happy, but Zhao Huier was not happy and was still worried about Ning Fan's safety.

She looked at the guests, but not the one she wanted to see the most.

“Uncle, where have you been... is it more important that you do what you do than what Butterfly does and what he does to you?”

Zhao Huier sighed, suddenly, incredibly looking up, seemingly sensing something.

After her, the savage idiot also raised his head, sensed, looked out of Zhao Mansion, his face was actually a little frightened.

Outside Zhao Mansion, in the snow and wind, twelve black horses came to the snow, and each horse sat on a black monk.

“Hand over Zhao Huier, or there will be no one left to live in this house! ”

Guests sent servants to find out who was so bold that they dared to make noise outside Zhao Mansion.

But the servants sent to spy, without exception, were all killed by the twelve black monks, and the blood splashed in the snow!

“It's a black monk! A black monk who kills people without blinking! Why did they come here? ”

Some of the knowledgeable guests immediately showed their horror.

Among the barbarians, there is a special category of barbarians, who can touch the power of incense fire to shelter the creation, called barbarian monks.

The overwhelming majority of savage monks take refuge in the heavens as their own, but there are also a few savage monks, in order to kill, against all creation!

They, the black monks!

They somehow heard about Zhao Butterfly's talented talent. Today, they came here to plunder Zhao Butterfly and force him to join the black barbarity!

“On the count of ten, if Zhao Fu doesn't hand over Zhao Huier, this seat will be taken into Zhao Fu! ”

Among the twelve black monks, a wicked old man, smiled.

But I didn't see it. There was a little silver-haired Lori in the dark, and she laughed equally darkly.

Cinnamon Laurie's happy. Looks like we got another fight!