Her hair is as green as a waterfall, and her hands are as green as jade. If her expression at this moment were more ecstatic, it would be even more beautiful.
"Ah He, what are you doing?" Lian Sheng opened his half-closed eyes and looked at me with a half-smile.
"Hey, Lian Sheng, look, look!" I ignored the ink stains all over my body and rushed straight into Lian Sheng's arms. "Look! I painted a lot of pictures!" He said, holding up the rice paper as if asking for a reward.
Liansheng pinched a clean spot on the paper and looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"Is the round cake painted here?" Lian Sheng asked me, pointing to the head in the painting.
"This is the head of Lian Sheng."
"Then this part is painted with noodles?"
"This is continuous hair."
I pursed my lips and raised my face to look at Lian Sheng. "Liansheng, is Ah He's painting so ugly..."
Lian Sheng raised his hand and waved the rice paper away, then hugged me tightly and let out a few muffled laughs.
"Ah... Liansheng, you are indeed..."
Before I finished speaking, Lian Sheng interrupted me.
"Ahe?"
"Huh?"
"How about I teach Ah He Danqing?" Lian Sheng murmured and put his chin on top of my head.
That year, I was only a century old and had a shallow foundation in Taoism. I had just cultivated into human form, but I was eager to grow up. And for continuous life, I hope to become an immortal.