Failed again and again, tried again and again, Qin Suluo didn't even know how many times he had done it.

Although she still failed, her persistence in the things before her never wanted to give up.

Nan Qianmo was still caring from the side. Although he didn't know what his boss was busy with, for him, the current situation was just right. Everyone in other sects also knew

No one dares to come and cause trouble for the problems in between.

Anyway, at least when the boss is here, there are not so many idle people coming to make trouble, and he happens to be more relaxed.

Qin Suluo was immersed in trying to paint again and again. Everything was good, but she quickly forgot about the people around her. For a while, everything was put aside.

I also have a deep memory of the landscape painting in front of me in my mind, and I use this memory to continue painting.

I don't know how many times it happened again, but Qin Suluo suddenly felt that his mental strength had recovered a little.

At this time, her mental power entered the world of wood carvings, surrounded by flying particles of mental power. After realizing that her mental power came in, she rushed over as if she was very excited.

A mist composed of particles formed in front of it like a drawing board.

Because these particles are actually the source of her mental power, she herself does not feel uncomfortable at all. Therefore, after coming into contact with these sources, she feels better.

Staring at the drawing board in front of her, her eyes became even more lively.

The lonely mountain peaks are arrogant. The artistic conception of the mountain peaks can touch the sun, moon and stars. Under the lonely sun and moon, the mountain peaks are also lonely. It is this kind of loneliness that gives people a kind of indifference and aloofness that is difficult to choose from.

This stone carving was originally meant to reflect the cold and hard lines of the mountain peak, so it gave me the current feeling. Suddenly, after it was shown again, it gave people an even colder feeling. For the first time, Qin Suluo really

I truly and truly felt that aloof mood.

She closed her eyes and seemed to be standing at the top of the mountain.

A strong wind blew over, and when I stood facing the wind, I felt as if I felt the supreme coldness. This kind of coldness, bone-chilling coldness, and extraordinary coolness made people's bones feel as if they were frozen.

The bright moon was shining high above her head. When she raised her head, a faint ray of moonlight fell into her pupils. At this moment, she felt an overwhelming sadness in her heart.

Where does this sadness come from?

Is it the cold weather at high places? Or is it homesickness? Or... it's the final helpless mood revealed after seeing through the prosperity of the world.

Qin Suluo didn't know how to describe this feeling. She just had an impulse to paint quietly.

She wanted to paint such a kind of sadness and coolness. It seemed that only in this way could she regain the peace of her soul.

Thinking of this, she never stopped pursuing the world in front of her, but very quickly began to describe the indescribable feeling in her heart.

Maybe it was a mistake, maybe this was the real intention of the owner of the drawing!

Qin Suluo came back to her senses. She was surprised to find that it only took her such a split second to complete the formation diagram in front of her. She failed again and again and tried again and again, but Qin Suluo couldn't do it.

I know how many times I have done it.

Although she still failed, her persistence in the things before her never wanted to give up.

Nan Qianmo was still caring from the side. Although he didn't know what his boss was busy with, for him, the current situation was just right. Everyone in other sects also knew

No one dares to come and cause trouble for the problems in between.

Anyway, at least when the boss is here, there are not so many idle people coming to make trouble, and he happens to be more relaxed.

Qin Suluo was immersed in trying to paint again and again. Everything was good, but she quickly forgot about the people around her. For a while, everything was put aside.

I also have a deep memory of the landscape painting in front of me in my mind, and I use this memory to continue painting.

I don't know how many times it happened again, but Qin Suluo suddenly felt that his mental strength had recovered a little.

At this time, her mental power entered the world of wood carvings, surrounded by flying particles of mental power. After realizing that her mental power came in, she rushed over as if she was very excited.

A mist composed of particles formed in front of it like a drawing board.

Because these particles are actually the source of her mental power, she herself does not feel uncomfortable at all. Therefore, after coming into contact with these sources, she feels better.

Staring at the drawing board in front of her, her eyes became even more lively.

The lonely mountain peaks are arrogant. The artistic conception of the mountain peaks can touch the sun, moon and stars. Under the lonely sun and moon, the mountain peaks are also lonely. It is this kind of loneliness that gives people a kind of indifference and aloofness that is difficult to choose from.

This stone carving was originally meant to reflect the cold and hard lines of the mountain peak, so it gave me the current feeling. Suddenly, after it was shown again, it gave people an even colder feeling. For the first time, Qin Suluo really

I truly and truly felt that aloof mood.

She closed her eyes and seemed to be standing at the top of the mountain.

A strong wind blew over, and when I stood facing the wind, I felt as if I felt the supreme coldness. This kind of coldness, bone-chilling coldness, and extraordinary coolness made people's bones feel as if they were frozen.

The bright moon was shining high above her head. When she raised her head, a faint ray of moonlight fell into her pupils. At this moment, she felt an overwhelming sadness in her heart.

Where does this sadness come from?

Is it the cold weather at high places? Or is it homesickness? Or... it's the final helpless mood revealed after seeing through the prosperity of the world.

Qin Suluo didn't know how to describe this feeling. She just had an impulse to paint quietly.

She wanted to paint such a kind of sadness and coolness. It seemed that only in this way could she regain the peace of her soul.

Thinking of this, she never stopped pursuing the world in front of her, but very quickly began to describe the indescribable feeling in her heart.

Maybe it was a mistake, maybe this was the real intention of the owner of the drawing!
Chapter completed!