Fairyland, big problem

"Of course, I can't take things from the air, can I bring the watermelon back?"

"Wow--"

"Why are you crying again?"

Wen Jiu was full of doubts. Logically speaking, the watermelon in the red wedding dress should be very happy. Why did it feel like it violated a taboo?

do you know?

My true face cannot be seen by you.

"Why."

Wen Jiu became extremely serious again. The mystery of the blue-black mist is still unsolved. Could it be related to the watermelon in the red wedding dress.

because…

"Um."

because…

"Calm down, I'm here, it's okay."

Because... the bridegroom can only be seen by the groom on the day of the bridal chamber...

The red wedding dress wailed, and the red thread began to tremble.

I'm unclean, I can't get married!

"Hey."

Wen Jiu was angry for a long time, intending to calmly analyze the cause of the blue-black fog, but it turned out to be this matter.

"It doesn't matter, I just pretend I didn't see it."

Woo...

Tell me, am I pretty?

Wen Jiu was at a loss for words for a while, and promised to pretend he didn't see it, but now he wants me to comment on his appearance, what's the matter.

"Very beautiful, really Xiaojiabiyu, easy to bully."

It is true that the face of the red wedding dress is rather weak, a well-educated and well-educated eldest lady.

In other words, Miss An used to be like that, the red wedding dress has nothing to do with illness and weakness.

that...that...

The red line conveys follow-up inquiries.

I look better than Feihu.

"Of course it's you, can Feihu see it?"

Wen Jiu returned with Marshal Feipeng's saber on his back, feeling the hope that the tactics of the world would return home, and then thought about Feihu.

Blood pressure is up!

It is no longer a matter of objectively looking good or not.

If you travel back in time and space to more than 300 years ago, Lao Tzu hacked Fei Hu to death with a shovel, so that Marshal Fei Peng would not become an evil thing.

Based on this kind of thinking, it is useless if the other party is a fairy.

With Wen Jiu's categorical affirmation, the red wedding dress felt comforted. The red thread could only convey emotion, but there was a sweet smell of honey in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mr. Wen...

"Um?"

Am I pretty or January is pretty?

"this…"

Wen Jiu fell into deep thought, "How should I say this, it's not the same type, Yuanyue it..."

The air in the room was almost stagnant, the temperature kept dropping, and the coldness penetrated the flesh and went straight to the bone marrow.

The red wedding dress in the image of the dream image stood up and walked outside the reception room, not knowing what it was going to do.

"Stop, stop, you are beautiful, and Yuanyue is derived from you, so you can be as beautiful as you want."

Thanks to Wen Jiu's witty operation, the atmosphere has warmed up, and the image of Meimeng has also returned.

"Ha Chirp~"

Outside the small building, Yuan Yue sneezed involuntarily, followed by a shiver.

Inexplicably, it feels like walking around at the critical moment of life and death.

"Sister Yuanyue, what's the matter with you?"

Xingyue, who was at the bottom of the row, asked with concern.

Yuan Yue was also confused, "I don't know..."

Back to the reception room of the red wedding dress.

When the watermelon was handed back, it was obviously much more stable, with a sense of satisfaction without desire or desire.

Of course, if Wen Jiu leaves, he will feel lost again.

In fact, the red wedding dress broke through the Feipeng Pass a hundred years ago and saw her watermelon, and she has regained her appearance.

But this thing cannot be held by others, especially enemies.

This time Wen Jiu brought back the watermelon and killed Fei Hu again. The red wedding dress was heartbroken, and she encouraged herself silently in her heart.

After the experience of Feipengguan, this is a good husband and son-in-law with sincerity.

Ann red beans!

come on!

"I want to ask something, about the sorcery of Feipeng Pass."

As soon as Wen Jiu opened his mouth, the affectionate mentality of the red wedding dress exploded instantly.

At this time, shouldn't you ask me for some rewards? !

"Ah? Then reward me with some information, about the magic of Feipeng Pass..."

snort!

The red wedding dress, who was full of food and drink, got up and curled up on the armchair into a spicy crayfish pose.

Wen Jiu froze by the tea table, wondering why it was so angry.

Anger is anger, the red thread still conveys the message, and the red wedding dress makes Wen Jiu continue.

"That's right, Marshal Feipeng has a large lizard mount..."

Wen Jiu couldn't describe what "additional super power attributes" meant, so he could only describe it as:

The blue-black mist allowed the evil to master a type of magic that did not belong to it.

The red wedding dress huddled into a ball, angrily expressing that she had never seen it and didn't know.

While puffing up, the red wedding dress took out something that looked like a bandage, and wrapped the saber tightly, so as to seal the domineering evil nature.

Otherwise, the three seal talismans will be blown away by the sword sooner or later.

"Miss An, let me draw a pattern for you, it's very recognizable."

Ideas can be directly conveyed between the red wedding dress and the twelve red silk.

Soon, Yuanyue felt the call and went upstairs with a pen and paper, and ground it with plain hands, and the ink stick melted with the water in the inkstone.

"Mr. Wen, I have pens and inks here, as well as modern ballpoint pens."

"Yuan Yue is really thoughtful. Soft brushes are enough. What I want to draw needs soft brushstrokes."

"Okay, Mr. Wen later."

With a heart like a mirror and a dignified appearance, Yuan Yue lowered her eyes and prepared carefully.

A few minutes later, Wen Jiu picked up the brush, dipped ink into the inkstone, and scraped off the excess from the edge.

Before time-traveling, I had learned brush in elementary school art class, and I had also taken it in university as an elective. It belongs to the level of knowing how to operate and writing barely.

There is no way to compare with the ancients who wrote with a brush in size.

Fortunately, Wen Jiu didn't want to make a post, just draw a rolling curve like a blue-black mist.

That thing has no rules at all, and the changes in density, light, dry, wet, and density are relatively blunt.

mural!

right!

Wen Jiu has always wanted to give a more appropriate description, and now he wrote the pen himself, and finally thought of it.

Isn't it just a mural?

Due to the particularity of the paint used in the ancient murals, the extreme pursuit of long-lasting and non-fading, the color saturation of the murals is relatively high, and the relationship between light and shade between the transitions of color blocks is relatively rigid.

The blue-black mist is just like that...

"Huh, the painting is over."

Wen Jiushoubi asked questions, and the red wedding dress released the crayfish mode and approached.

What are you drawing?

Yuan Yue watched the whole process from the sidelines, and was deeply at a loss for words, "Mr. Wen's artistic conception is not something I can guess."

"Oh, don't interrupt, it's just like that."

Wen Jiu repeated the appearance of the blue-black mist again, it didn't look like a smoky natural air current, even if it swept out, it was still the style of the painting, with hard brushstrokes.

I also told the story of Fei Hu. It has a black jade bracelet-shaped 'turbid device' in its hand, and the carving is the engraved version of the blue-black mist.

It's a pity that after Fei Hu died, the bracelet shattered and disintegrated too quickly, and it was too late to seal it up and bring it back.

As for the distorted limbs in the blue-black mist...

It is true that the painting skills are limited and cannot be drawn.

The red wedding dress thought seriously, and Yuan Yue beside her shook her head.

The Twelve Red Ribbons are evil spirits derived from the red wedding dress. In most cases, they have the knowledge that the master probably also has;

The experience and knowledge contained in the red wedding dress may not be possessed by the Twelve Red Silks.

Unless there are special circumstances, such as going out in January and encountering the so-called blue-black mist in the wild, that is the extra knowledge gained beyond the master.

It can be called acquired knowledge.

The red wedding dress shook her head. The thoughts conveyed by the red thread showed that the pictures and descriptions given by Wen Jiu were indeed directional, but they were really beyond the scope of the red wedding dress...