"Have you stepped on your wife's leg?"

Dongfang was shocked and subconsciously retreated.

But at this moment, the old man smiled and said, "You have stepped on my wife's favorite Qingjinghua again."

"Forehead?"

Dongfang suddenly didn't dare to move, and looked down at his feet. A flower with thorns was like a rose that Dongfang knew.

Then, Dongfang carefully raised his foot and stepped into an open space.

The so-called Qingjinghua stood up with a strong vitality, and seemed to have no concern about being stepped on by others.

But at this moment, the old man smiled and said, "You have stepped on my wife's hand again!"

Dongfang's scalp suddenly became numb. Could this old man be a psychopath?

Wouldn't you cheat yourself?

Just when Dongfang was hesitating whether to move and guessing what the old man would say.

But the old man smiled and said, "Do you understand?"

"The flowers in this mountain stream are meaningless, but in my heart every one of them is my wife's favorite flower."

"The land in this mountain stream is meaningless, but in my heart, every part of them is my wife's body!"

"Your paintings lack love and intention!"

"If you want to draw the drawing you want, first of all, you have to know what you want and understand your heart!"

"Only if you give your heart to what you paint, then it will have meaning!"

The old man stood at the top of the grave and looked at the sea of ​​flowers around him, and said with a leisurely expression: "Draw bones with your heart, freehand painting with your emotions, and express your spirit with your thoughts. My wife also liked to draw back then!"

"She often talks about this sentence. She used to be young and didn't understand it, but now she understands it but can't see the painting."

“But it doesn’t matter anymore!”

"Just like this mountain stream... it was meaningless, just because she was sleeping here forever, so in my heart, it was my wife!"

Listening to the old man's series of words, Dongfang was stunned in an instant.

"Draw bones with your heart, freehand painting with your emotions, and convey the spirit with your mind!"

This sentence seems to express everything in the painting to Dongfang.

It is generally guided to the direction in the painting.

This mountain, this water, this flower, and this grass should be everywhere.

There is also life, but when it carries a person's affection, it seems to be different.

Just like painting, what is shown is not the painting itself, but the heart of the painter and the friendship of the painter.

Only in this way can others realize your mood when they see your paintings, is it joy or anger?

Is it worry or sorrow?

Sad or happy?

Is it deep love or a little unfaithful?

"Life is nothing special...but it is wonderful because of experience!"

"There is no difference in life...but everything is born out of attachment!"

"Life should be the same...but it is different because of love!"

At this moment, countless insights flashed in Dongfang's mind.

He thought of the people he had experienced over the years, including good and bad, affection or love, but they were different.

The memories given to him are also different.

When those memories are united with those people, the figures in their minds will have life in Dongfang's heart.

A unique life.

"Old man Xiao... thank you for your advice!"

Dongfang came to his senses and his tone suddenly became natural and comfortable.

Old Man Xiao... This name may have become unique because of this mountain stream.

Perhaps, Old Man Xiao also hopes that others call him Old Man Xiao.

"Hahaha... OK! The extraordinary insight is extraordinary!"

Old Man Xiao smiled heartily, but his waist was still slightly arched and his back was still slightly hunched.

I still hold a shovel in my hand and still plant flowers and plants in flowing water.

It seems like I will never get tired of it.

"You know me?"

Hearing Old Man Xiao’s words, Dongfang was slightly surprised. Such an old man who was not in the world and only planted flowers in this mountain stream knew about him?

"I can't even think about it or not!"

Old Man Xiao shook his head and said, "Bravely and persistently pursue what he thinks, how many such women are there in the world?"

"If I had the courage to do you back then... she might..."

Old man Xiao looked down at the grave under his feet and shook his head inexplicably.

The girl in front of her is indeed likeable, and her courage to pursue what she thinks is so similar to her.

I seem to like painting...

In her, he seemed to be able to see her shadow.

But their ending is life and death apart, and even Xiao Tian, ​​the genius of the past, has now become an old man with a hunchback.

Become a gardener.

And the future of the girl in front of her... I am afraid she will not be calm.

"I hope...you have a good home!"

Old man Xiao sighed in his heart, and then carried the bamboo basket again and began to plant flowers day after day.

Looking at Old Man Xiao’s back, Dongfang felt a lot of emotion for a moment.

Although I didn’t hear the story of Old Man Xiao, the story of Old Man Xiao was written all over the mountain stream.

"Draw bones with your heart?"

Dongfang turned around and walked out of the mountain stream carefully, while admiring the flowers, plants and trees around him, while keeping his thoughts.

Only when flowers, plants and trees are given the opportunity can they become spirits in a hundred years and spirits in a thousand years.

The flowers and plants in front of us have not had that opportunity yet, not even monsters, let alone spiritual spirits.

Speaking of which,... it really doesn't have the so-called character.

But what everyone sees and feels, as their mood changes, naturally makes the flowers, plants and trees appear differently.

Someone saw bamboo, and they were standing upright and upright, as if they were not bent than sword.

Some people see hollowness, as empty as wild, and are confused and do not know the direction.

"Miss Oriental is ahead!"

Suddenly, a low voice sounded in Dongfang's ears.

The next moment, a slightly old figure came from a distance.

When he arrived in front of Dongfang, he quickly saluted respectfully, and took out a piece of the squad, which was filled with jade bottles of various colors.

"Miss Dongfang, this is a pill refined by my young master Xiao Yan. Since the young master is about to go into seclusion, I will send it to you!"

The old man bowed, held the support plate above his head, and placed it in front of Dongfang.

Looking at the bottles and jars on it, Dongfang frowned slightly and asked, "Are these refined by Xiao Yan?"

Too many.

There were more than twenty bottles, and I am afraid that Xiao Yan has not rested much since he returned to Jiuhua Immortal Sect for more than ten days.

All are used to refine pills.

"That's right! Every bottle is refined by the young master!"

The old man responded with a respectful tone.

"You said he was going to retreat?"

Dongfang spoke, his eyes looked at the pills, but it was a little heavy.

These elixirs are useless to him, but Xiao Yan still kept refining them and sent someone to deliver them.

At this moment, Dongfang seemed to feel the uniqueness of these elixirs.
To be continued...