Chapter 223 I have a friend

Tiesai stood on the city wall, holding a charcoal pencil, and finished the last stroke on the easel set up.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and felt a little bit reluctant.

On the sheepskin canvas, a crystal city is drawn from an oblique overlooking perspective.

The city is surrounded by tall walls on four sides, and a tall and straight obelisk is built on each wall. This is the totem left by the old gods. God Yao did not destroy it, but gave it the responsibility to continue guarding the city.

As long as the killing locust gets close to the city wall, it will be burned by the fire from the totem.

The road extends along the city gate all the way, and divides to the left and right, forming the first circular main road around Crystal City.

The main road branched off in the west, and cobweb-like paths spread around this ancient and magnificent city, but the source all came from here.

After the fall of the empire, the villages located on the side of the road were completely deserted. Coupled with the raging locust swarms, wooden houses and farmland were destroyed. Today, only the remains of some stone walls and stone houses remain, as well as sand and gravel everywhere.

The wind blows the dust into the air, and these dilapidated villages appear and disappear like illusions.

The local ghost said that it wasn't like this before, the war changed everything. The ghosts of the empire hate the killing of locusts, and curse these monsters, saying that the swarms have completely destroyed their homeland.

Tiesai was puzzled at first.

The real reason, isn't Boshen launching a divine war?

War is the driving force and firewood for the fifth fearless empire to continue to move forward. The history of the empire is the process of participating in one war after another.

It's just that the empire was defeated this time, so everything disappeared.

It seems that the ghosts don't hate war, they just hate defeat.

Tiesai thought so.

After three years in Crystal City, he realized that such thinking was arrogant and frivolous.

The old people of the empire cannot talk about the gods they believe in.

Boshen's will is the will of the empire.

They dare not and cannot hate Bo God who used them as funeral objects. They can only curse and hate the locust swarm, and vent all their unwillingness and pain by killing the migratory locusts.

After Tiesai became friends with many ghosts, he gradually came into contact with this contradictory and depressed mood.

Some words cannot be said.

It will take a long time to get rid of the imprint that the glass nerve has carved in this world for many years.

In the capital of the old empire, more than half of the houses collapsed, and the ground became potholed.

It was as if a giant palm fell from the sky, rolling over the buildings in the city that were originally arranged in an orderly manner, causing many of them to be deformed, either collapsed or crooked.

The center of the imperial capital was originally the emperor's palace, and the dome of the palace was connected to the holy shrine. The tall and majestic palace stands tall, surrounded by circular stairs and inner walls on all sides, like a giant sword inserted into the ground, only the long hilt is exposed.

The top of the hilt is a shrine that is as high as a jewel and shines.

Its brick wall is made of pieces of glass and is enclosed in a spherical shape. On the top is a huge green crystal carved into a vertical eye, representing the gods gazing at the world.

In the past, commoners could not approach the palace, let alone the shrine.

All the decrees of the gods are announced through the holy emperor Soter.

Today, this place has been transformed into a ghost lighthouse.

Anyone can enter and visit.

The local civilians were finally able to enter their dream place after death.

Tiesai often went to the lighthouse to consult Yaopu. He felt that there was nothing magical about this place. There was no luxurious decoration inside. It was more about showing majesty and deepening the emperor's posture above everyone.

So even if there are many steps inside, the places on the steps are basically areas and rooms that only emperors can set foot on. To him, it looked like a maze.

Under the power of the old gods, the local ghosts not only condensed their bodies into glass, but also suffered a lot of damage to their bodies. There are very few physicians who can treat ghosts, and Yaopu is one of them. As a ghost doctor, she chose to stay.

Looking away, Tiesai looked at his painting.

For this work, he stayed in Crystal City for three years, and he went to observe and measure all the scenes in the painting. However, due to the variety of content in this painting, there are many detailed outlines, and the charcoal drawing is not enough, and it is easy to fade.

So after Tiesai finished the first draft, he had to go to Saniro in the south to ask Mr. Pava to borrow his quill pen and smoky ink. Only by redrawing this copy of Crystal City can it be better preserved in the world.

Before leaving, Tiesai finds Yaopu.

"I'm leaving for Saniro in the south."

"Oh, come back?"

"have no idea."

"Then... I wish you good luck."

"This is for you."

Tiesai took out a sheepskin scroll from his backpack and handed it to the other party.

The ghost doctor spread out the sheepskin and found a portrait painted on it. It was a young girl in armor, her long hair was tied back, her eyes were tough and sharp, and there was a smile on her mouth.

She was stroking an illusory ghost with her hand, and was treating him.

"How do you know what I look like?"

Yao Pu's voice was full of surprise: "Do you know psychics?"

"Won't."

Tiesai smiled and said: "I am a painter, and painters can always see the models they want to paint."

"See you by fate."

The artist puts his luggage on his back, walks out of the tower, and comes to an underground arch cave. He sat on the ground and sailed through the ground all the way, avoiding the killing of migratory locusts, and rushed to the south.

Yao Pu watched his friend leave through the window on the tower.

She turned over the parchment again.

There is a line of small characters on the back of the painting.

For the most beautiful woman in my heart.

Yao Pu sighed: "What a fool."

After repeated ups and downs, Tiesai finally arrived at the destination.

In the inner city of Sanilo City, the Pava mansion directly opposite the fountain.

The legendary travel storyteller Pava, who is not young now, has half-white hair, sitting on a rattan chair, drinking a glass of honey water in front of the fire.

What made Tiesai envious was that the lady standing next to himPava's wife, Jodi, still looked young, as if she was only in her twenties. She had a beautiful face and aura.

"finished."

Tiesai handed the sketch he had drawn to the couple.

On the drawing paper, Pava and Jyoti are snuggling together, plain but warm.

"The drawing is really good, Mr. Tiesai, thank you."

Jodi looked happy, she sealed the painting with resin and fixed it on the wall.

Pava squinted his eyes, raised his legs and said, "Tiesai, you seem to have something on your mind. Why don't you tell me."

Tiesai smiled and said no.

Jodi handed him a glass of honey water and said with a smile, "If anyone needs help, we will help you."

After hesitating for a moment, Tiesai said: "I have a friend who likes a beautiful girl..."

After listening, Pava said coldly: "Are you a fool?"

"Do you think you are romantic, free and easy, and stylish?"

"Leave a painting for a beloved woman, then make her sad and emotional, and then go to another man, and wait for another man to comfort and hug her. Is this what you want?"

"No, it's not..." Tiesai panicked.

"Then what are you doing this for?"

"I just don't know what to say..."

"Tell me the truth."

Pava interrupted him: "Remember, tell the truth."

Jodi also smiled and agreed: "My husband is right."

"Go. While there is still the last chance." Pava waved impatiently: "I don't want to watch tragedies and stupid dramas, so do what you can do."

"I see"

Tiesai put on his backpack and ran out all the way.

Jodi reminded: "Don't drop your quill and smoky ink."

She pointed her finger, and a bundle flew towards the man at the door.

"Oh, ok, thanks."

Tiesai flew all the way on a bucket armor, and returned to the tower of Crystal City after half a month, rushing all the way to the ghost doctor.

"Come back so soon?" Yao Pu was a little surprised.

"I"

Tiesai summoned up his courage and said, "I want you to marry me!"

"Eh?"

Yao Pu froze for a moment, as if he didn't react.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"So you like my past appearance."

Tiesai said honestly: "Well. Ever since I saw your face in the sketch, I can't forget that I fell in love with you. In fact, it will take less than three years to draw this city. I just want to see more of you."

"I see."

Yao Put paused, and whispered cautiously: "But, I am a married woman."

"Huh?? What?"

Tiesai felt as if struck by lightning, his smile froze completely: "No, no...why didn't you say it?"

"You didn't ask either."

"You lied to me! You lied to me!"

"I did not lie to you."

Yao Pu spread his hands: "My husband's name is Fabiani, and he is an archaeologist. Although he has no money and is a bit stubborn, he is a very nice person."

"I've never heard that Mr. Fabiani has a wife!" Tiesai exploded, his face pale.

"Because he said that he didn't have the money to hold the wedding, and he said he would make up for it later." Yaopu patiently explained: "The archaeologist doesn't have much money, and it's not easy for him to be out in the wind and rain all day. So I also applied to become a A martial artist can save a little more money so he can get married."

Tiesai clenched his fists, unwilling to initiate a final question: "Why did you marry him?"

Yao Pu raised his helmet slightly, as if thinking seriously for a while.

"forgotten."

"We had known each other for two days, and he proposed to me. I also thought he was pretty good, so that's how it was."

"No...I don't believe..."

"That's the truth. We have registered at the YC City Hall. At that time, the mayor, Mr. Tonghai, and the commander, Mr. Botu, all came to congratulate us."

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!"

Tiesai ran out yelling, tore his painting to pieces, and cried loudly in the rain.

On this night, Tiesai drew his peak work "Lying".

Since then, the style of the painter Tiesai has changed greatly, changing from the previous realistic and heavy painting style.

His paintings became gloomy and abstract, and most of the themes depicted and praised the tragedy of love between men and women.

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