Holding the pen and painting, the power of the people's painting on the pen is turbulent.

The first thing Lu Nianli drew was his second sister standing on the left side of her mother.

The painting is divided into two, one is virtual and one is real.

In fact, it is Lu Changle, who is standing in front of him at this moment, a generation of empresses who emerged from the secular world, with his eyebrows filled with the majesty of the emperor.

A bright red imperial robe stained with fire was dazzling.

The dragon and phoenix roared together, surrounding her.

The whole body is snow-white, with red patterns flashing, the magic gun, the phoenix prisoner, and the power of the emperor, runs through the sky.

Xu is the second sister I remembered in childhood.

Cute and arrogant, with a stern appearance and a soft heart.

One stroke after another, you can see different scenes from different angles.

The first scene was when Lu Changle, who was only six years old, sat in front of the gate, holding his knees with his hands, feeling sad after his elder sister left.

The second scene is when the second sister chases him and beats him all over the yard.

The third scene is that the second sister is drunk by him and is half asleep and half awake.

Every painting is a precious memory.

The combination of virtual and real represents the growth of second sister Lu Changle along the way, and also represents the hardships of their family reunion.

They have experienced too many separations until now, and the father has not returned yet, and they have not truly reunited with their family.

"Stinky brother."

Looking at this painting, a smile appeared on Lu Changle's face. No wonder in the secular world, my younger brother always asked her to drink.

It seems that some of her worries were heard while she was drunk.

After so long time passed, she naturally no longer felt shy and embarrassed. She just felt a little emotional and occasionally missed herself in the past.

After painting his second sister, Lu Nianli breathed a long sigh.

The pen of the Cangsheng falls to the right of the scroll.

Next is my elder sister Lu Qingxue, who still has the skills of painting with virtual and real.

In fact, he is the magnificent witch of the Blue Lou, the unparalleled swordsman genius today, and the absolute leader of the younger generation.

The blue green fairy sword, the sword is frozen for thousands of miles, making countless geniuses tremble in the distance.

The White Bone Yellow Spring Demon Sword with evil spirits is redemption and killing.

The sword is divided on both sides, and Lu Qingxue’s magic fairy is half each.

Half charming, half cold.

The void is still the memory of the past and is divided into three scenes.

The first scene, which corresponds to the first scene of Lu Changle on the left, is Lu Qingxue's first time leaving home, embarking on a fairy journey alone, and walking away from home with the heavy responsibility of finding her mother.

Above the resolute and determined footsteps, there was a silent cry filled with tears.

The second scene still corresponds.

Hou Lu Nianli took the pillow to her elder sister's room and cried, yelling to sleep with her elder sister.

Of course, Lu Nianli in the painting is just a back view.

Adhering to the principle of painting women but not men, he even refused to draw himself, and at most he was represented by vague phantoms or objects.

The third scene is the scene when they first met in the secret realm of the Ancestral Dragon. The outside world mistakenly thought that the first collision between the "Soul of Huangquan" and the "Fairy of Biluo". The two brothers hugged each other tightly.

weep.

Along the way, my elder sister has also endured a lot.

Standing alone on the distant fairy path to find your mother is something that most young girls dare not do.

"It's still my childhood cuteness."

Lu Qingxue sighed that the days at home were always her happiest days.

She will always remember that every time her younger brother was beaten by Changle, she felt wronged and hugged her pillow to find her cute appearance.

Every time she had to tell several short stories to make her sleep.

"call!"

After painting, Lu Nianli breathed a long sigh again, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Next is the top priority.

When painting mothers, they need to protect the emperors of the world by the way of heaven and earth. They can be said to be against the will of heaven and will always be eroded by the power of cause and effect.

Although he just said one word, his mother would leave traces on her painting, but that also lost the meaning of the painting.

He has to carve his mother's Wanyan into the painting by himself.

Taking a deep breath again, Lu Nianli gathered all his energy and did not dare to slack off at all. The pen of the people turned to the center of the scroll.

Point the tip of the pen.

Before the ink fell on the scroll, it began to dissipate rapidly.

Lu Nianli shouted softly, suppressed cause and effect, and forcibly sealed it.

But the cause and effect of the emperors of the time were too terrifying. Even if they were barely stamped, they were still dissipating in an irreversible manner.

"This is too difficult." Lu Nianli complained in his heart.

After many twists and turns and repeated attempts, he was difficult to even outline the prototype of his mother on the scroll.

"Nianli, why don't you let Wei Mother help you this time?" Nangong Liuli sent a message.

"No! I will carve your divine face by myself."

Lu Nianli couldn't relax in his heart in one breath. Any tricks of drawing and drawing were an insult to his mother's face.

"It seems that we can only try the supreme Taoist method of eternal freedom."

After trying every effortlessly, Lu Nianli could think of only one way, which was to use the power of the supreme Taoist Dharma of Eternal Freedom.

After all, it was left by immortals.

Even if he is just getting started, he may still play some role.

On the ancient and mottled pens of the people, golden light spreads from the tip of the pen, and then gathers into a page of calligraphy.

A vivid woman in green robe walked out of the scriptures.

Her body exudes endless spiritual power of life, and just a glance makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

The woman floated behind Lu Nianli and gently pinched her shoulders.

The infinite spiritual power of life is poured into its body.

Lu Changle was shocked, "Is this the woman I painted? It's too real, and the healing ability of the woman in the painting is really incredible."

Lu Qingxue was also surprised, "What level has my talent for painting reached? This is already the method of painting!"

The appearance of the woman in green robe completely broke the Lu sisters' perception.

In their eyes, Painting Tao is always a minor path. Can it really be so strong?

Nangong Liuli smiled, "Nianli borrowed the power of the supreme Taoist Dharma of Eternal Freedom to be so great. No wonder he has the confidence to reverse the Tao of Heaven and Earth to protect me, the great emperor of the world."

Lu Changle was happy, "It turns out that I have already realized this level of the supreme Taoist Dharma of Eternal Freedom, which is far beyond my reach. If this guy was not lazy, he might have realized it long ago."

Nangong Liuli smiled but said nothing.

Some things are too mysterious and hard to say.

With the protection of a woman in green robe transformed into the supreme scriptures, Lu Nianli finally made a lot of smooth work in his hand.

He can ignore the backlash and burn the painting path wildly to reverse the cause and effect of heaven and earth.

With every stroke and a stroke, the outline of Nangong Liuli gradually took shape.

It is still both virtual and real.

In fact, it is the highest heaven of the nine heavens and ten earths, the only powerful emperor after the end of ancient times, and the absolute darling of today's great world.

He is a demon lord who has been arrogant all his life and regards the world as chess in his hands.

It is still divided into three scenarios.
Chapter completed!