Jiang Yuechu doesn’t want to take over the Tomb Mountain. You are really troublesome, but it is still the ancestor of the Tomb Mountain, and she only needs the Tomb Mountain ancestor, a good thug.

Therefore, after getting Jiang Yuechu's attitude, the ancestor of the Fenshan also ordered the young wolf to do many things. The Fenshan was her base camp and must not be left behind.

The young wolf was burdened with heavy responsibilities and had to return to the grave. He was still angry when he left.

But he didn't think about it. Jiang Yuechu didn't know what temper he was losing.

Feng Che was in a very good mood.

After that, there was nothing to say.

Jiang Yuechu adjusted her breathing for several hours and was in great spirits. She went out with Feng Che and prepared what she needed along the way, and set off at noon.

"Xichuan County is a holy place for magic weapons. In the end, I couldn't find the dwarves to forge a sword magic weapon." Jiang Yuechu said a little regretfully.

Feng Che smiled and said, "If you get Xiaohe, what else can you do to regret?"

Jiang Yuechu raised her eyebrows, "That's right."

The two were sitting in the carriage and galloping out of the city.

Jiang Yuechu has always been riding a mount, but today Feng Che paid out of his own pocket and spent a lot of money to buy this carriage. The one who pulled the carriage was eight cloud-winged horses, and they all had cultivation levels of more than 30 levels. They had wings on their backs, which not only allowed them to travel thousands of miles a day, but also could run and fly.

With such a good thing, Jiang Yuechu will naturally not suffer from the bumps.

Speaking of Xiao He, Jiang Yuechu immediately took it out and said strangely, "I drew a dead snake yesterday, and I'll try it again now."

Feng Che was closing his eyes to rest, but now he opened his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "The snake you drew yesterday was too big. If you still wanted to draw such a big snake now, our carriage would probably not be able to hold it."

Jiang Yuechu couldn't help but grab his hair, "I didn't want to draw that big... Today I won't draw snakes, I'll draw anything else."

As he said that, Jiang Yuechu focused on painting.

She activated the Qiankun Pearl, and Xiao He seemed to have sensed it, and the joyful emotion once again spread to Jiang Yuechu's consciousness! She imagined the flowers and plants, and wrote and drew pictures...

When she finished painting, the carriage was instantly filled with flowers and plants! Jiang Yuechu couldn't even see Feng Che on the opposite side!

This was completely different from what she imagined! Before she could be surprised, she heard Feng Che's voice.

"Yue'er." The tone was full of helplessness.

Jiang Yuechu was also a black line. He lifted the curtain and threw out all the flowers and plants.

But in the end, many branches and leaves were left behind. Feng Che threw away a cleaning technique and dust removal technique, and it took him a long time to restore the carriage to tidy.

Jiang Yuechu was holding a flower and a grass in his hand, but they were all wilted.

From the moment she drew it, it seemed like she had completed four seasons in an instant. She watched them survive for less than two seconds, and then quickly turned yellow. Now she was drooping and dead...

"I'm dead again." Jiang Yuechu looked at Feng Che, but he couldn't draw a snake, but he couldn't even draw flowers and plants.

Feng Che wanted to hold back his smile, but the corners of his mouth were still uncontrollably raised. Jiang Yuechu was so shocked that she was really cute...

"Yue'er doesn't have to be discouraged. At least you have drawn it, and it was alive at the beginning. It seems that Xiaohe is not something you can get started immediately. You should think carefully about how to use it." Feng Che comforted.

Jiang Yuechu wanted to say something but stopped. She wanted to say that Feng Che said the same thing yesterday, but she held it back.

Throw out the flowers and plants in your hand, and Jiang Yuechu tried again!

Yesterday’s snake died, and today’s flowers and plants are alive. Does that mean that the stronger the vitality, the harder it is to draw?

Thinking that Jiang Yuechu wouldn't draw anything else, she decided to draw a stone! The stone has no vitality, so there can't be any accidents, right?

This time it was much smoother!

However, the moment Jiang Yuechu stopped writing, a large pile of stones suddenly appeared. It was not enough to fill the carriage. Even the entire carriage was buried in it. Eight cloud-winged horses stopped and stood blankly outside the pile of stones.

The other two were also confused, so they were naturally Jiang Yuechu and Feng Che...

The moment the accident happened, the two of them quickly flew out of the carriage.

Feng Che rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the big and small “mountain” in front of him, pressing their carriages firmly underneath. He only hopes that the carriages are still good, otherwise wouldn’t he be prepared in vain? The world of the two people was ruined?

"This time it's quite successful." Jiang Yuechu said.

"... Yue'er is so smart." Feng Che said.

Jiang Yuechu also knew that the reason was wrong, so he took the initiative to clean up the pile of stones, "I will pay attention next time and draw less. In fact, I think I have only drawn a little."

Feng Che grabbed Jiang Yuechu's hand and put it in his hand and pinched it. "How can such a delicate hand do such a rough job? I'll do it. Yue'er has a lot of hard work to draw. Let's rest."

Although he let go soon, the little hand felt so good that he would never admit that he was taking advantage of it.

Delicate?

Jiang Yuechu seemed to hear some fresh words, looked at Feng Che's equally thin white fingers and said, "Your hands are delicate."

"Haha, this doesn't need to be compared, Yue'er is definitely better." Feng Che pushed Jiang Yuechu away a little longer, and it would be no trouble to clean up these stones. What he was most worried about was the carriage.

After finishing it quickly, the carriage was rescued, and Feng Che breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay..."

Just a few pieces of wood were broken and Feng Che personally repaired it. Such a small thing is not considered a refining weapon, but it is technical.

Jiang Yuechu stood aside and watched Feng Che finish the knocking and pounding, and couldn't help but think that it was useful to take Feng Che, he was even more versatile than she thought.

It will be half an hour later when the two of them set off again.

Jiang Yuechu played with Xiao He and said, "Maybe the hardest thing to grasp is 'life'. At the moment I finished painting, I was confused about how to make a painting have life. However, there should be no problem in drawing dead objects, just like those stones."

Feng Che leaned on the couch slanted and nodded in agreement when he heard this, "Yue'er is right. You can not only draw stones, but also work harder, but also draw mountains. When fighting, you will hit them one by one, and many enemies will be defeated by you."

Jiang Yuechu kicked Feng Che immediately and hit the knee, "Don't think I can't hear you're sarcastic."

"Hiss... I'm unfair. I'm very serious about giving you advice. Just focus on winning or losing in the battle. It's right to win or win." Feng Che smiled with his knees in his arms.

Jiang Yuechu didn't care about Feng Che's pretentious crying pain, she held the pen and planned to continue practicing.

Feng Che suddenly stood up, held Jiang Yuechu's hand, and smiled and said, "Yue'er, don't rush to draw. Before you use Xiaohe, I'll teach you how to use a pen."

"Hmm?" Jiang Yuechu looked at Feng Che in confusion.

Feng Che said patiently: "You think, you are thinking about drawing a little snake, but it is a python. You are thinking about drawing a little flowers and plants, but you are drawing a garden and the stone. You are drawing a hill directly. This is not just a matter of Xiaohe, but it may also have something to do with your pen tip's skill."

Jiang Yuechu's eyes lit up and he also thought in this direction, "Maybe there really is..."

"So, put this away first and practice painting skills first." Feng Che advised him again. He was really afraid that Jiang Yuechu would continue to draw like this, and the carriage would be ruined sooner or later.

Jiang Yuechu nodded and looked at Feng Che with deep agreement, "You are quite considerate... But, when will I practice painting skills?"

Since she was a child, she has disliked sitting there writing and painting the most, as if there were nails on the stool. Brother Jing Xiao could sit for several hours without moving, but she wanted to run away as soon as she sat down.

Therefore, it’s good to learn to write. Not to mention drawing, it seems that I haven’t drawn a few decent paintings.

Feng Che couldn't help but smile when he saw Jiang Yuechu's frowning look, "With me here, Yue'er doesn't have to worry. He will be able to train you a hand with superb painting skills."

Jiang Yuechu looked suspicious.

Feng Che had already taken out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed a long table between the two of them. He walked over and sat next to Jiang Yuechu. He was very satisfied with this distance.

"Xiaohe can draw real objects, so details must be very important. You need to restore everything in your mind, and the rest are lines. I will teach you how to draw simple and freehand things, which are probably not available to Xiaohe."

Feng Che's voice is always careless, but he is very serious. He has a unique charm in this way.

Jiang Yuechu was stunned for a moment before she could sound carefully.

"I'll take you to draw." As he said that, Feng Che held Jiang Yuechu's hand, and Jiang Yuechu held the pen.

"Relax yours." Feng Che said with a funny look, "You are holding a pen, not a sword."

Jiang Yuechu couldn't relax. Feng Che was too close to her. The heat in his mouth was almost in her ears when he spoke, itchy, making her unable to concentrate. There was also the fragrance that seemed to be empty on his body. How could he never know before that Feng Che still smelled fragrant?

I was a little nervous, and even if I told myself to calm down quickly, it would be useless...

"Yue'er, why are you nervous?" Feng Che suddenly asked.

Jiang Yuechu suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Shang Feng Che's slightly narrow-minded eyes.

"Is Yue'er shy? Her face is so red?" Feng Che said again, and then said in surprise: "Does Yue'er miss me?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuechu suddenly turned Feng Che. The momentum was very strong, and Feng Che wailed for a while.

"If you joke about this, I will throw you down!" Jiang Yuechu said viciously.

Feng Che leaned against the side and looked at her, covering her forehead and sighed bitterly, "Who said I don't know what to do? It's because it's you that I said that."

"Then you are just teasing me!" Jiang Yuechu concluded that this guy couldn't be idle for a moment, he was really a man who deserved to be beaten.

Feng Che was already in tears. What kind of evil did he do that made Jiang Yuechu so sure that he would not like her?

"If you don't want to teach me, then forget it, I will practice it myself." Jiang Yuechu said, drawing on it himself.

Feng Che lay down for a few seconds and cheered up again. It was okay, and the days were still long, so he didn't believe Jiang Yuechu would not understand.

"I don't know how much I want to teach you! Okay, I was just kidding to relieve the atmosphere." Feng Che said, holding Jiang Yuechu's hand again, and said before she got angry: "I will take you to draw, believe me, you must know that your brother Feng's calligraphy is hard to come by, how can anyone be as lucky as you?"

Jiang Yuechu thought he was joking and didn't take it seriously, but this time he focused on the paper.

Perhaps because of her eagerness to learn this time, or perhaps because of Feng Che's good teaching, when Feng Che took her to draw various flowers, plants and stones, she could also draw them as decently as she did.

The paintings she painted were originally described as freehand by Feng Che, but they were all raised. If they were painted on paper, they really couldn't see them, just like ghost paintings.

She thought that the reason why Xiao He was able to draw was closely related to the conception in her spiritual consciousness. Perhaps, using Xiao He was on the one hand, using the pen, and on the other hand...

Jiang Yuechu kept practicing drawing stones and flowers and plants. When she and Feng Che thought that their level was similar, she picked up Xiaohe again.
To be continued...