Chapter 216
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Last year, people rarely mentioned the Divine Secret Pavilion? The pavilion master was still? Was it "an elegant gentleman, gentle and gentle?" Jade. Divine strategy, brilliant foresight, extensive knowledge. "
And now? Today, he was "arrogant and perverse, unscrupulous. His techniques are both Yin and Yang, unfathomable. "
As his brother, Chen Xianyu could see a trace of madness under his elder brother's seemingly perverse and unscrupulous appearance.
Compared to before, the current Chen Weiyuan made him feel more? So much so that he was afraid.
In the mirror, Chen Weiyuan picked up the wine cup beside him and drank leisurely. One sip. The fragrance of the plum blossoms and the sweetness of the wine slid onto the tip of his tongue. He tasted it carefully and felt that it tasted good, so he poured the remaining half of the wine into it? Did he? In the vase with the white plum blossoms.
"Tianxuan, you've been away from home for many years," he said. "It's time for you to come back."
Chen Xianyu's expression turned bitter. Tenzong was so good, and he had a group of beauties. He could draw whenever he wanted. Also, he could peacefully be a salted fish. No one would force him to watch the stars every day.
He really didn't want to return to the Chen Clan's land with strict rules.
He stammered, "Elder Brother, I? Me? Still? There are a few unfinished paintings. Can you give them to me? Give me some time? "
"You mean this one?"
Chen Weiyuan seemed to be interested. He casually tore open the space and took out a painting book.
It was a sub-book of the beauty album. It was connected to the beauty album in Chen Xianyu's hand. Whatever he drew, the sub-book would also show the same picture.
And? The picture scroll that Chen Weiyuan opened was a picture that Chen Xianyu couldn't finish after many years.
There were only a few brush strokes on the picture, vaguely outlining a person's figure. What about the face? It was blank.
But even so? It could also be seen from the outline that this must be a peerless beauty.
This was the picture that Chen Xianyu drew for Ye Yunlan.
Because he still wasn't confident that he could draw ten thousandth of her face, he could only put down the brush.
Chen Weiyuan smiled and said, "If it's just this picture, I'll help you."
He rolled up his sleeves and took out an ink brush from his space. Leaning against the soft couch, he began to draw on the scroll.
The Book of Beauties and the Book of Beauties were originally interlinked, but this was the first time his elder brother had painted on it. Chen Xian Yu's expression became more and more bitter. This was his most valuable treasure, and Ye Yunlan's painting was even considered by him to be the masterpiece that would seal off the mountain after he had mastered his art. However …
Chen Xian Yu glanced at his elder brother's excited expression, and knew that there was no way he could stop his elder brother's' refined mood 'today.
After about an hour, the brush in Chen Weiyuan's hand finally stopped. Stop.
Chen Xianyu was already standing there? Pricked by needles, he watched his elder brother scrutinize the painting in his hand.
"Still? That's right, but it's too little? Some color, "said Chen Wei. Yes, he said.
Then, Chen Xian Yu saw his elder brother raise his hand and bite the tip of his finger, directly using his blood to draw on the painting. His expression was extremely gentle.
Her gentleness made Chen Xianyu's hair stand on end.
"Done." Chen Weiyuan patted it. Clap your hands. The painting was turned around. "Tianxuan, look at the painting I've drawn for you. Are you satisfied?"
When it came to the painting, no matter how afraid Chen Xian Yu was of his elder brother, he couldn't stop himself from getting closer to take a closer look.
But he was frightened with one look? He was greatly shocked.
The figure of the person in the painting hadn't changed, but his face was extremely ferocious, like a ghost. The mask of an evil spirit was completely covered, and seeing it made one's hair stand on end.
That person held a sinister sword in his hand. The sword was covered in blood, and so was the body.
The blood was real blood.
His elder brother's own blood.
That person stood under the white plum tree.
And? The other white plum tree bloomed beside his elder brother's hand.
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