1797: C1797 The Painter Had Spoken in the past

C1797 The Painter Had Spoken in the past

The first thing Silver-Brush Painter did when he woke up was to ask Ye Hong to see him.

For some reason, he even chased Diwu Qinglan out of the room, leaving only Ye Hong.

Under Diwu Qinglan's nagging, the door was slammed shut.

Ye Hong came to the bed and stretched out his hand to check Silver-Brush Painter's injuries.

He found that his heart and blood vessels had basically healed, so he should be able to keep his old life.

However, his cultivation might be greatly affected.

Even without medicinal Qi Restraining Pills, it would still take a very long time to recover.

Silver-Brush Painter leaned against the headboard. There was still a trace of weakness on his face that had just recovered from a serious illness.

He sighed quietly. "Your medical skills are really better than ghosts and gods. You can even treat this kind of injury. I thought I was hopeless."

Ye Hong did not say anything. He just quietly waited for Silver-Brush Painter's follow-up.

After a period of contact, Ye Hong found Silver-Brush Painter. A very conflicted person.

It was as if two completely opposite beliefs were colliding in his head.

Under his elegant and easy-going appearance, Ye Hong could sense that Silver-Brush Painter was a very well-hidden wise man.

Most of the time, he was just pretending to be crazy and hiding his true strength.

Ye Hong did not believe that such a person would call him here seriously just to praise his medical skills and express his gratitude.

Sure enough, after saying a few useless words, Silver-Brush Painter took out an object from the pocket of his shirt, which was hanging by the side, trembling.

Ye Hong looked closely and found that it was two pieces of silver brush that had been cut off from the middle.

If they were connected together, it could be said that they were exactly the same as the brush and weapon Silver-Brush Painter usually used.

Silver-Brush Painter stared at the two pieces of brush. His eyes were filled with sadness and longing.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"This is the silver brush from Hui Province, the hometown of my wife, Hui Province City. It is a token of love that she gave to me.

" Back then, I was young and poor. I was just a village youth who helped people chop firewood and deliver firewood.

"However, she was born in a cultured family, the Fang family. Her family was noble.

An accident caused me to meet her, know her, and fall in love with her...

What happened after that was roughly the same as those melodramatic TV dramas.

"Her family didn't agree to let us be together, and we eloped together as expected."

Silver-Brush Painter looked at Ye Hong and laughed at himself. "You don't know my real name, do you?

My real name is Ge Dan, and my wife is Fang Qin.

In the years after we eloped, we didn't dare to use these two names. In order to escape the pursuit of the Fang family, we had to hide our names.

As a result, in all these years, not many people know my real name. "

Silver-Brush Painter, No. Ge Dan looked at the silver hair in his hand and sighed." The days of elopement are tough.1

In order to subsidize my family, Fang Qin taught me some painting knowledge. She wanted me to be an ordinary Dan Qing sir in the countryside.

However, I was stupid and could not teach him no matter how hard I tried. Fang Qin was often so angry that she could not eat.

However, literature doesn't work, and martial arts bloom.

By chance, I came into contact with the ancient martial arts path and continuously broke through until I comprehended the Cang Mo Pen Dao. ...

However, after becoming Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts, I had no way of protecting Fang Qin...

Because of the [Great Tribulation]. Here it comes."

Ye Hong's eyes shook as he held his breath and focused.

He knew that the most important part was finally here.

"That was a catastrophe that swept across the entire Ancient Martial Realm. Ancient Fighters had suffered countless casualties and blood flowed like a river.

Silver-Brush Painter looked out the window, his eyes heavy.

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