Chaos Shuttles Across the Heavens

Zhiqi gently dropped the wolf hair in her hand, looked at the unfinished words, and ignored the gradually smearing ink on the rice paper. She sighed and turned around to leave. For a long time... Mi Run silently raised the rice paper, chuckled twice, looked at the gorgeous guqin on the chopping board, caressed it with her ten fingers, and exerted force. Noisy string cracks filled the whole room. When I turned around and looked again, I saw that Mi Run had left. The strings slowly fell down and stained the ink, vaguely outlining a portrait of a man. "Heh..." A chuckle rang out, and a man in Tsing Yi walked up to the chopping board, picked up the strings, and placed them on the piano together with the broken remaining strings to form a handwriting... Rhyme... He picked up the brush that Zhiqi had dropped and added the last stroke carefully yet seemingly casually. Mo... Finally, he looked at the portrait at one end of the rice paper, and then looked at himself. It was clearly a person. Oriental painting... Dongfang Hua chuckled a few times, then raised his hand and lightly picked up the pen, adding a line... The portrait painted in the East was supplemented by this strange line and turned into a full-length portrait of the three people. Zhiqi... Mirun... Oriental painting... The three of them were sitting in front of a small table, pouring tea and delicacies. Dongfang Hua studied it carefully for a moment, put down the brush in his hand, and walked out of the hut without looking back. When no one is watching, the brush gently touches the thick writing on the chopping board... Dye...