Chapter 145: Memory of painting, change of emotion

"But Young Master You San..." Li Tieshuan said with a look of embarrassment: "The old man is aging and weak, and he can only make a hundred dolls a day. I am afraid it will be a little hasty in three days..."
"This is all your business. It has nothing to do with Ben Shao. Ben Shao only needs to get the 1,080 wishing dolls you pinched in three days."
After saying this, the Third Young Master of You Family lifted his eyelids lightly, waved his hands and turned away.
The guard named Shunzi next to him hurriedly stepped forward and bent over and smiled flatly: "San Shao, let the younger one help you mount!"
As a result, when he said that Young Master You San looked a little unhappy, he brushed his sleeves and waved his hands and said: "What? You really regard this young man as a weak and unreliable young man? Does he even have to be helped by a horse? Do not retreat yet!"
"Yes, yes!" Shunzi stooped back and laughed.
Young Master Yousan snorted softly, then walked back to his horse, turned his body on the horse skillfully, and then turned his head to the guards who came with him and said, "Let's go!"
Then he pulled on the reins and blew a short whistle, the horse under his hips threw up to the sky and hissed and ran wildly, and rushed out first.
Seeing Young Master Yousan ran away alone, the other guards quickly followed up on horseback.
"Ugh!"
After Young Master Yousan had left, Li Tieshuan sighed in frustration, and slowly walked back to his clay figurine stall with his waist, took away the things on it and slowly left.
The civilians and merchants on both sides of the street were greatly relieved when they saw Young Master Yousan had left, and then everyone dispersed and started to work on their own affairs.
At this time, Su Fan, who was standing under the big tree, frowned slightly. He had seen the storm from beginning to end clearly. To be honest, he had no liking for this Young Master You San who was exactly the same as himself.
The typical dude has a bad temper, and he can even see the shadow of Su Chen, the youngest member of the Su family, from the other party. It can be said that he is the type of person he hates most.
At this moment, Su Fan suddenly felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet. He glanced around, and all the scenes where he entered the eyes suddenly paused, and all the pictures seemed to freeze instantly.
At this time, a little colored light floated through the space, and all the people and things around Su Fan scattered like snowflakes and turned into little colorful stars flying around, slowly smearing out another completely along a specific track. Different scenarios.
"Does this... mean to change a painting?" Su Fan said thoughtfully with blinking eyes.
Soon, a new scene appeared again.
This seems to be a cliff on a high mountain, surrounded by lush vegetation. Su Fan slowly looked down along the cliff and found that the sea of ​​clouds was churning below, and there was a cloud of fog everywhere. He couldn't see anything.
"What a high mountain!" Su Fan said with emotion.
"I don't know what will happen here?" Su Fan said expectantly.
Su Fan gradually became interested in the memory of this magical painting.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road beside the cliff, and a young man in a green pigment robe rushed towards the cliff.
Su Fan raised his eyebrows, now that this person is no one else, but the young master Yousan in the previous painting.
The same person appeared in both paintings, so Su Fan couldn't help but start to speculate, is it possible that the protagonist of the memory of painting is the young master of You San?
"Huh? Why is this Young Master You San so far from the last time I saw it?"
When Young Master You San ran to the edge of the cliff, Su Fan noticed a few small details. He remembered that in the previous painting Young Master You San was wearing a gleaming silver robe, even the horse under the crotch was a goddess. , It’s not too much to describe him as Xianyi Ruma.
But now, the young master of Yousan is actually wearing a plain robe full of patches, and the whole person is not as glamorous as the previous painting. Not to mention the skin is slightly sallow, the spirit is also very weak, and the body seems to be thinner. Big circle.
Young Master You San ran to the edge of the cliff, took a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carefully took out a small clay figure the size of a palm from his arms.
This clay figure is a little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket with her hands folded and her eyes closed. It can be seen that the skill of the clay figure is quite good. The whole clay figure girl looks alive and looks like a real person.
Young Master You San looked at the little clay figure in his hand, a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of color appeared in his lifeless eyes.
At this moment, there was another footstep on the side of the mountain road, and Young Master You San was happy when he heard the sound, and hurriedly turned his head and looked towards the mountain road.
A few people walked slowly from the mountain road to the edge of the cliff. After Young Master You San saw these people clearly, his surprised expression instantly solidified, and his eyes looked at a pair of young men and women hugging each other in disbelief.
Not only was You Three Young Master daring to be unbelievable, Su Fan also dared to be unbelievable at this time, because the girls in the pair of young men and women looked exactly like Wu Linger and the of destruction.
At this time, Su Fan watched the girl hug another strange man, and somehow a nameless fire burst into his chest, and he even immediately wanted to pounce on the man with a punch.
Just as Su Fan stared at the young man displeasedly, Young Master You San also had movement.
"Sister Lingxuan, what...what's going on?" Young Master You San said with a trembling tone.
"As you can see, that's how it is!" The young girl named Lingxuan smiled faintly, rubbing her head in the young man's arms.
"It's impossible... Sister Lingxuan, you are lying to me, right? Tell me, all of this is a joke you made to me!" Young Master You San shouted in disbelief.
"Why is this impossible?" The young man holding the girl said mockingly at this moment: "Do you think you are still the third young master of the dignified and secluded family? The first genius in Huangquan City? No, you are just a battle spirit now. That’s a waste. You are destined to be an ant in your entire life!"
"Yes, You Yan, you have to recognize the reality. You who can't awaken the battle soul will always be a mortal. You are not worthy of me. Only a genius with a god-level battle soul like Ye Feng is eligible. Go hand in hand with me!" Ling Xuan said lightly.
After that, her eyes were full of fiery colors when she looked at the young man, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"No! No! Sister Lingxuan, you must be telling lies. This Jiuyou Cliff is the place where we met and knew each other and fell in love, otherwise why would you send someone to invite me here!" You Yan cried with red eyes.