Qingying Jinghong

"I'll take you to a good place today."

Ouyang Yi took Qingzhao to a pharmacy, which was right.

Usually no one comes to care about it, but some patients often rush away.Regardless of Hua Tuo's genius doctor, there are medicines to save children.

The road connects to the golden section, Qingzhao was still confused, but saw Ouyang Yi had already walked in.

Faint medicinal fragrance.

I thought there were not many people inside, but I heard bursts of noisy voices, all of which were chatter.

As soon as he entered the door, he was led in by a man dressed as a junior, and found a wing room, which only had some herbal teas, but no medicine cabinet.

But it's not like a place to grab medicine, but it's similar to her Zuifeng Tower, with people coming and going.

Ouyang Yi sat down, feeling at ease.

Following Ouyang Yi's example, he picked up the cup of herbal tea beside him and drank it, but was stopped by Ouyang Yi, "Kids, don't drink it."

Pointing to the teapot on one side of the stove, "You pour some water yourself."

baffling.

"Isn't this a pharmacy?" Qingzhao asked.

"Yes."

"Why are there so many people?" Don't ordinary pharmacies only have the function of picking up medicines, but this pharmacy not only has a side room but also has bitter-smelling herbal teas.

"You'll know when the time comes." The god said mysteriously.

Qingzhao looked at the surrounding furnishings, various tea sets, and the wafting fragrance of tea surrounded her, like a timid elf.

Not long after, Xiao Er led two people in, a middle-aged man, about the same age as Ouyang Yi.

He is tall and strong, as strong as a tiger.Swallowing thousands of miles, peerless hero.Steady steps, strong bones.

Then look at a young son who is about the same age as Qingzhao.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, sparse brows, Xiaoxiao solemn, hearty and clear.

It is as solemn as the wind under the pine, high and slow.

"You're here." Ouyang Yi happily stood up and hugged the middle-aged man.

"Qingzhao, I met your Uncle Xu Jiang."

"Hello, Uncle Xu."

"Old Yi, this is the girl from your family, ah, she looks really pretty, she's no worse than her siblings when they were younger." The man's voice was rich and imposing.

Qingzhao smiled, this Uncle Xu is really good at complimenting others, and now he praised himself and his mother all over the place.

"This is the child, Jun Xian." Xu Jiang pointed to the man beside him and said.

Xu Junxian nodded and smiled.

"Everyone is here, let's go." Ouyang Yi said.

The two fathers chatted happily in the front, hooking shoulders and backs for a while, forgetting the two children behind, speechless all the way.

Follow Xiaoer through a hallway, then through a corridor, walk dozens of steps, and finally come to a door.

Everyone issued a sign, tied it in front of them, and walked in.

No, there's nothing wrong with it.

It was the first time for Qingzhao to come to this place.

"This is your first time here." Xu Junxian looked at Qingzhao's cautious look and asked.

Qingzhao nodded, but did not speak.

Xu Jiang glanced at the two children behind him, and said to Xu Junxian, "Xian'er, your Uncle Yi and I will go first, and you will take Qingzhao for a walk later."

The sound was loud, like thunder in the mountains.

Ouyang Yi looked at Qingzhao with a smile, "I'll go out with your Uncle Xu, you two young people are playing."

Before Qingzhao nodded, the two of them had already disappeared.

"I thought my father was very relieved of me, but I never thought that Uncle Yi would be the same." Xu Junxian said with a smile.

"That's right, he's always been like this, handing me over to a few older brothers." Qingzhao chuckled.

Qingzhao's eyebrows and eyes were similar to Ren Qianyue's, and she was born with a cool and radiant temperament. This smile was even more charming than the thousand-year-old Chang Minghua.

Xu Junxian was stunned for a moment.

"Do you come here often?" Qingzhao asked.

"Yes, my father and Uncle Yi are old acquaintances. They often bring me here, but just like now, they leave me here and enjoy themselves." Xu Junxian shook his head helplessly.

"Then I'll follow you."

"it is good."

When I first entered this place and walked on the wide road, the sycamore trees on both sides were tall and gorgeous. The ancients said that the phoenix does not live in the sycamore.

The trunk of the sycamore tree beside the road is as thick as two people hugging each other, and the straight extension is tens of meters high.

There are hundreds of such phoenix trees extending from here. When you look up, there are often phoenixes flying in the sky. If you are lucky, you can see two phoenixes with their necks together and happy.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, and there is no going.Halfway through, they all made a detour, as if avoiding something.

"There is a painting spirit in front of it, who has been painting here all year round, and needs to go around in front." Xu Junxian explained.

Qingzhao had never seen the world, so she could only let him manipulate her.

I'm curious about what a painting spirit is, can someone draw it with my second brother?

After walking for a long time, Qingzhao didn't see the painting spirit, so he asked.

"When I just passed by, I already went around."

Qingzhao didn't believe it, so Xu Junxian took her back.

At one point, he stopped.

"No, this is it." Xu Junxian raised his head and looked at the middle of the road.

Still nothing.

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" Qingzhao questioned.

"Young lady doesn't know that this painting spirit uses heaven and earth as its canvas, and what you are seeing now is the scene she just finished. We came here just in time. If it had been earlier, we would have seen the whole process of painting by the painting spirit."

After all, the scene in front of me is slowly fading, and the details can be detected. Gradually, the scene on the right in the middle of the road disappears, leaving only the one-person-wide road on the left.

This place is directly classified as emptiness, it is empty, there is nothing, even the colorful clouds that can be seen when looking up are gone.

It seems to be a forgotten corner, full of confusion and helplessness.

Qingzhao felt that something was affecting her, she felt that the world was crying, helpless and lonely.

Such a special treatment, it would rather be the same color as heaven and earth.

Unbelievable.

I've never seen anything with heaven and earth as a canvas.

After a while, a little girl appeared in the white scene bouncing around, with two ponytails on her head dragging to the ground, staggering, and tying a knot behind her from time to time.

Close contact, entanglement.

Holding a paintbrush in his hand, he went back and forth in the nothingness, and the places he went gradually became colored.

Xu Junxian pulled Qingzhao to prevent her from going forward, "Only Hualing can enter that place, ordinary people will disappear if they step in."

"When you come here in the future, remember to avoid it." Xu Junxian added.

Qingzhao nodded to express her understanding.

The two continued to walk forward.

"Hua Ling has been here for many years. This place may be a place that has been missed. Hua Ling has been painting here since he was discovered."

Just to draw that side of the world, day and night, will not stop.

It's like a natural calling.

"Won't she be tired?"

"I don't know, it's like a mission. After the painting is finished, the painting spirit will disappear, and it will continue to appear after the place returns to its original state."

With her company, that piece of land should not be so lonely.