2979: C2979 Pick up Your Dreams

C2979 Pick up Your Dreams

Facing the headless corpses on the ground, Bai Shui'er was scared stiff by the sudden scene, not daring to move an inch.

Meng Fan was also stunned.

"Cough, cough …"

The artist coughed lightly and quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

These two light coughs also attracted Bai Shui'er's attention. She looked at the painter as her mind was in a mess.

Just like that, he had casually killed more than a dozen body refining fifth and sixth level experts, including Xu Xiu, who was an eighth level expert. He had killed them as easily as drinking water!

This was already terrifying enough, but at least he could understand that the handsome man in front of him was a grandmaster level expert.

However, even a Zongshi realm expert would not be able to summon the clouds with a single tree branch, and then rain, turning the rain into weapons.

This was simply a godly skill. Bai Shui'er's first thought was, "Go for three days!"

It was likely that the young man before him was simply an immortal from three days!

As smart as she was, Bai Shui'er immediately dropped to her knees and said respectfully, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life!"

The painter waved his hand but did not reply. He turned to Meng Fan and said, "The scenery is quite good and it has been dyed in blood. Let's continue on our way."

Meng Fan replied, "Yes, Master."

Bai Shui'er had not expected the man to leave so easily. Could it be that killing dozens of experts was like crushing a few ants to this man? Doesn't matter this much?

He didn't even have the interest to chat.

Bai Shui'er could not help but call out, "Senior …" "I …"

The painter still did not turn back. He only said softly, "If fate wills it, we will meet again. There is no need to impose karma."

These words immediately caused Bai Shui'er's body to stiffen. She had the nagging feeling that she was able to taste something out of the ordinary.

She looked at Meng Fan.

Bai Shui'er didn't dare to look down on this young man, so she nodded to him as she followed behind the handsome young man and addressed him as "Master".

Meng Fan also nodded. He immediately put on his backpack and followed behind the painter.

This was just a small episode.

However, it caused Meng Fan to be extremely shocked.

In his heart, he had always thought that his master was a master beyond the world.

However, he was not an expert in the Martial Dao. He was a hermit, a person who could see through the world.

But now, it seemed, it was definitely not that simple.

Meng Fan had trained hard in martial arts since he was young. It was only because of that dream-like illusion that made him become more and more dispirited. When he encountered something, he would shrink back. In fact, there was even a sense of cowardice that he had never felt before.

The Master said it was a false alarm.

Even if he closed his eyes, the world still existed. The road ahead still lay ahead.

His master also said that a man who tried, failed, cried, knelt down to others in order to survive, and struggled to stand up. His life was filled with glory, and a moment of cowardice was not eternal cowardice.

Today, Meng Fan saw his Master kill someone with a brush, which actually ignited his heart's desire and obsession for martial arts.

It also reminded him of his target, the Tianhan Sect. The Meng Family.

The current him still had nightmares every night.

Dreaming of all sorts of weird scenes, all kinds of beautiful things being destroyed in front of his eyes, and so on.

However, he was gradually losing the ability to wake up from his nightmare.

With the encouragement of the painter, Meng Fan drew out the scenes he dreamed every day and told the stories he dreamed to his master. Gradually, he started to tell the stories with some fear, and then, he started to tell them normally. Later on, for some reason, Meng Fan always felt that his master seemed to understand these stories very well, and he looked forward to telling them to his master every day.

A few days later, Meng Fan and his master finally walked out of the Azure Dragon Mountain Range and came to the Sun City.

The bustling of Sun City should have made Meng Fan excited. He had always been looking forward to seeing the outside world, but for some reason, when he saw Sun City with his own eyes, he didn't feel as excited as he had imagined.

Because the scenes in his dreams, seemed to be more real than what he saw in front of his eyes, and the worlds in his dreams, were also far, far more glorious than the Sun City.

After stepping into the Sun City, Meng Fan and his master made a living selling paintings, and sure enough, the painter was a strong person, his paintings, in just a few days, attracted some of the rich and powerful people in the Sun City, and all of the painters came to ask for paintings, and the painter was also the same as always, taking only some food, the master and disciple lived a poor and peaceful life, but were peaceful and happy.

After a month, Meng Fan also got to know many people in Sun City. Because he was always dealing with those rich and powerful people, when painters liked peace and quiet, they would let Meng Fan deal with the matter. The painter was only responsible for painting.

It was said that in the entire Great Qian Empire, he was ranked among the top, and there were many people coming and going, and they all came to ask for a painting. There was even an official who came from the capital, and had come here anonymously to ask for a painting, but in the end, the news still spread, causing the artist's reputation to increase even more.

Therefore, there were times when people begged Meng Fan to paint, after all, painters painted too few and fewer. Later on, painters would only draw one every few days, and Meng Fan, as the disciple of the painter, was asked to paint by the painter to give it a try, but the painter didn't object.

However, the result of Meng Fan's painting also surprised the people who came to ask for it. Among them, the heroic figures and the colorful world all surprised the officials and dignitaries.

Meng Fan also gradually gained some fame.

However, there was always a worried look on Meng Fan's face.

Only he knew that the reason why his master stayed in the Sun City for so long, the reason why he drew less and less after that, was because his master's body was getting worse with each passing day.

He spent twenty-four hours a day in bed for most of the time.

Every time he coughed, he had to dye the handkerchief red.

Meng Fan started to collect money from painting behind his master, and then divided the money into two parts. One of the two was brought to his mother at WuTown, while the other was used to buy medicine for his master.

On this day, the weather was good. Meng Fan went out on the streets to buy some things to use at home, as well as some medicine for his master to pick and choose on the side of the road. He wore plain clothes and was very familiar with the peddlers.

Occasionally, there would be a few carriages passing by, and when the stewards or servants saw Meng Fan, they would immediately have a steward or servant step down from the carriage and address Meng Fan as' little mister ', greet the painter, and invite Meng Fan to tea at home. All of the nobles were not angered by the fact that the painter and Meng Fan were always like this, and were even joked about how aloof and aloof they were, and then the stewards and servants would smile and leave.

This kind of scene had been occurring many times in the past few days.

While Meng Fan was holding onto a few pieces of cured meat, someone beside him suddenly called out.

"Little brother."

The voice was very light and pleasant to hear. Meng Fan couldn't help but turn his head and was stunned: "Ah, so it's a girl."

The one who spoke was none other than Bai Shui'er.

In Sun City, she was also a beauty who was renowned far and wide.

For the past month, she had always been thinking about the painter. Now that she saw the painter's disciple, she quickly went up to greet him.

"What a coincidence."

Bai Shui'erqiao smiled sweetly. She was really happy.1

"Senior said that if fate wills it, we will meet again. There is no need to impose karma. There really is such a thing as fate."

Meng Fan was very smart. He knew Bai Shui'er because he wanted to see his teacher again. However, he was in a difficult position and had no choice but to say it out loud.

"Miss, my master is not in very good health right now, and it is inconvenient for him to see anyone."

Bai Shui'er was taken aback and said unhappily, "Little brother, your excuse is too far-fetched."

Meng Fan shook his head and quickly went home. Although Bai Shui'er was pretty, he didn't want her to disturb his master.

However, Bai Shui'er continued to chase after him and refused to compromise.

Bai Shui'er finally stopped when they had chased him all the way to his residence. Meng Fan closed the door behind him. She gritted her teeth and looked for an inn to stay for the night. It looked like she had to meet the painter.

Meng Fan saw Bai Shui'er entering the tavern from the second floor. He sighed and turned to go to fry some medicine. Suddenly, he saw that his master was also looking outside.

"Master, you're up."

"Yes, I'm up." The painter gently said: "Let's go, we don't need to live in Sun City anymore."

"Ah?" Oh, yes, master. "

Meng Fan immediately agreed.

He knew that his Master really didn't like being bothered by others.

Thus, at night, Meng Fan followed the painter and left Sun City.

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