Chapter 1915 (1/2)

After using the spiritual knowledge, Lin Feng can finally see the old fairy coming out of the painting.

I saw the old fairy with a pleasant face and a fairy like demeanor. It looked like a kind of immortal who got the Tao. It didn't eat human fireworks.

However, Lin Feng still looked at him with vigilance, and was even ready to take out his most powerful demon refining pot at any time.

At that time, whether he is an old fairy or an old monster, all will refine him.

”Young man, you don't have to be so nervous. I'm just a broken soul, no! It should be said that it is not even a wisp of residual soul, but a trace of residual spiritual consciousness, which will not pose any threat to you and the girl. ”

The old immortal stroked his beard. It was obvious that he saw Lin Feng's wariness of him.

”Yes! Lin Feng, I think this old uncle is kind-hearted and won't harm us at all! If he wants to harm us, we may not have the strength to resist at all. ”

Seeing this, Qin Yan smiled and advised Lin Feng. Because she really didn't feel any malice from the old fairy, and she also felt a special kind feeling from the old fairy, which seemed to be similar to some temperament of her grandmother.

”Good! Old fairy, I'm rude. But what is this place and where are you sacred? Can you tell the boy! ”

From the old immortal, Lin Feng didn't feel any malice and evil, so he was a little relieved. Think about it, even if there is only a trace of spiritual knowledge left, it's easy to crush him and Qin Yanran.

”Yes! Old fairy, talk to Yan Ran! Who the hell are you? How did you come out of the picture? ” Qin Yanran also asked with a smile, just like listening to her grandmother's story at the head of the bed when she was a child.

”Me! It's just a painter. It's no big deal! ”

The old fairy had an indifferent expression on her face and said with a smile.

However, Lin Feng can see from his expression that he is definitely an expert in the world, and must be a cultivator. No... not only a cultivator, but also a fairy.

However, Qin Yanran didn't think so much. When she heard that the old fairy said he was a painter, she smiled and said, ”that's really great, old fairy. My grandmother is also a painter. And I also like painting since I was a child. It's a pity. If you can get out of this painting, I'll take you to find my grandmother. I'm sure you two are both painters and will talk about it. ”

”Oh? Your grandmother paints, too? ”

Hearing Qin Yanran's crisp voice, the old immortal was also very happy and laughed. Then he asked Qin Yanran, ”so, little girl, are you willing to learn painting with me?”

”Learn to draw?”