Elf Archer of Life in Another World

There is a restaurant in Bagua City called Ganlifang.

This was originally just a small workshop for making home-made rice wine. The owner is good at making wine and adjusts the taste according to the season and the needs of customers. Good drinkers like the mellowness of his wine, women and children like the sweetness of his sweet wine, and the elderly like it.

He also likes to use his rice wine to make soup for nourishing. As the business gets better and better, he slowly expands the store and invites several master chefs from nearby villages and towns who are good at home-cooked game to build two more floors. Now it is

An exquisite three-story restaurant.

The first floor still has the old counter and benches and long tables, which is convenient for guests to drink and for passers-by to rest and have a drink. The stairs outside the door go up to the lobby on the second floor, and then you get to the place where you can order and eat. The third floor is the usual place for some restaurants.

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The second-floor lobby, which had been noisy since the restaurant opened, was now silent. The waiters tiptoed to the counter and put down the big copper teapots in their hands. The old shopkeeper who had just clicked the abacus pressed his palms on the beads and held them steady.

A little sound leaked out.

The guests who had already finished eating half put down their chopsticks, but did not bring the tea to their mouths, but just hung it in the air; the people who had just waited for the food to be served were about to pick up their chopsticks, and the wooden chopsticks lightly touched the white porcelain plate, which attracted the same attention.

In response to the angry looks of the other people at the table, the person holding the chopsticks quickly separated the chopsticks and held them in his hands; the table of five people who had already paid and were about to leave sat back again, stretching their necks and looking at the two people in the center of the lobby.

Although everyone's eyes were on the two people in the center of the lobby, no one came to them obnoxiously. On the contrary, the people at the tables who were close to each other quietly stood up and stepped back.

I was afraid that my close gaze would blaspheme the two people who were concentrating on painting, as well as the paintings they created that were filled with fairy spirit.

Some well-informed guests had already recognized the origins of these two people's teachings, and they were ecstatic in their hearts. They lamented that they must have burned high incense today, so that they could just come to have a meal and meet the two immortals from Shanse Painting Hall.

I also witnessed the painting by the immortal with my own eyes. As expected, the painting was vivid, the silver hooks were fragrant, and the tenderness and affection spread in just a few strokes, which made people reluctant to leave.

The two people who painted the painting were naturally Su Ze and Gongzi Yan.

And the content and themes of their paintings are also the same.

They paint the same person, year after year.

The Nian Nian painted by Su Ze is like an elf in the mountains.

She sat lazily on a branch, and the golden sunlight fell, coating the entire painting with a layer of light yellow. It reminded people of the color of the bowl of egg drop soup in her mother's hand when she was a child. She felt warm from her palms to her heart.

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Nian Nian is the goddess of stars painted by Gongzi Yan.

It was the Milky Way they had seen in Mingtang Tianlao. The dazzling stars were all the backdrop. The girl standing with a bow was like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky. The rumbling thunder was stepped on by her feet, like a spear.

A purple electric light condensed on her fingertips.

She is laughing, wanton, arrogant, and a little crazy. Her eyes are as green as the forest sea, which is the color of life and the color of time. The rich dark green color is the cedar needles standing in the cold wind of the north, and is also the color of swaying in the cold wind of the north.

Brilliant Aurora in the polar sky.

"You're still good at painting." The two of them put down their brushes at the same time and walked around to take a look at each other's painting desk. Su Ze said lonelyly.

"After all, I have been in contact with her a lot recently, and I have seen her various expressions. The characters are more realistic when drawn, unlike you, who can only use background colors to render emotions. It is definitely much worse." Young Master Yan also finished reading Su Ze

's work, replied without humility.

"Alas~" Su Ze also knew this. After meeting him in Chang'an, he never saw Nian Nian again. He heard a lot of news about her on weekdays. Unfortunately, the content of the news was so confusing that it only made him feel irritable.

I can't feel the beauty at all, and I can't understand the emotions.

"I think Su Ze's paintings are pretty good too!"

The two of them were gathering around Gongzi Yan's painting desk to appreciate it, when they heard a familiar girl's voice from the other side.

Su Ze and Young Master Yan looked up and saw Niannian standing in front of Su Ze's painting, looking at them with a smile.

"Okay, okay, that's because you didn't see me! Come on, come on, come and see this." Young Master Yan raised his fan, and the Luo Shen on the fan was flowing elegantly by the water, looking forward to the glory.

"I never thought you could paint. I always thought you just wandered around." He obediently walked around to look at the paintings every year.

Gongzi Yan wanted to roll his eyes, but he immediately realized that there were many spectators at the scene. In the end, he just snorted coldly, took two steps back, and asked Niannian to get closer and look at the painting.

"Is this me?" She was stunned and asked in disbelief.

"Who else could it be?"

"Why do you think this person is older than me every year?" After taking a closer look every year, I found that the figure in the painting was different from her now, both in body shape and demeanor. It felt more like her five years later.

"You are still too young now. The image of the goddess needs to be more mature." Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows and gestured to Nian Nian's height.

Nian Nian had no scruples and gave Young Master Yan a big roll of his eyes without any grace.

"Niannian, do you have nothing else to do recently?" Su Ze approached Niannian and asked in a flattering manner, "Can I follow you?"

"Okay, master and Tang Qingli have left. Before they leave, let me take care of you."

Jiang Jinse sat with Nian Nian for half a day, carefully telling Nian Nian what happened in the past few days, and repeatedly told her to be careful. Finally, she left Ganlifang with Tang Qingli and Gu Yu and went straight to Nian Nian.

At the ship port in the south, I plan to use preliminary tasks to accumulate a little while waiting for the next storm.

Su Ze was not surprised either. It seemed that Jiang Jinse had communicated with him a long time ago and knew that he was not yet qualified to participate in world missions.

"Then I will follow you, and I promise to paint you a better painting than Young Master Yan within three days!" Su Ze patted his chest.

"Really?! Then you have to let me observe it live!" Gongzi Yan was much more excited than Nian Nian, and he immediately answered the conversation, his face full of expectation and admiration.

I originally thought that Young Master Yan would express his disbelief arrogantly, but Nian Nian stared at him with eyes, but found that he was definitely not flattering or lying.

"What are you thinking about?" Young Master Yan noticed the look in Nian Nian's eyes and said angrily.

"Nothing." Nian Nian shook his head.

"Don't think I can't guess it." Young Master Yan said, "You don't know Su Ze's talent. He said he could draw a better one in three days, so he can definitely do it."

"So powerful?" Nian Nian turned his head and looked at Su Ze who was embarrassed to scratch his head and asked.

"It's not that great," Su Ze's face turned a little red, as if he was a little shy after being praised, "Just let me observe you more, and it would be better if you could let me touch you."

"Touch, touch?" Nian Nian stared, thinking he heard wrongly.

"You can't touch it," Young Master Yan said lazily, "someone will chop your hand off with two knives."

"Oh." Su Ze was a little disappointed and didn't insist anymore.

"What's going on?" Niannian suddenly remembered Su Ze's field of fame and asked Young Master Yan cautiously.

"Don't get me wrong, this kid doesn't have bad intentions." Young Master Yan comforted him, "He just wants to understand your skeleton structure. After all, this thing is basically fixed in the game."

"What do you do if you know this?" asked Su Ze every year.

"In order to draw more like you, and in this way, I can draw more of you."

"More of me?" Nian Nian was confused.

"People say that painting skin is difficult to paint bones, but Su Ze can paint both skin and bones." It was still Gongzi Yan who provided the explanation. He looked down at his painting, "He can not only paint you five years later, but also

You will look like you fifty years from now, the old you, the young you, the round and plump you, and the skinny you. I guarantee that every one of them will be you, and every one of them will be as real as what he saw with his own eyes."

"This is Su Ze's unique talent. No one can learn it." Young Master Yan sighed.

He once asked Su Ze to draw a thousand-faced picture for him. It took ten days. There were thousands of people with thousands of faces. They were all him, but the faces were all different. When he got the finished product, he felt as if he was looking at countless parallel worlds in the universe.

Even though some of them no longer have the "human" form, he still recognizes that they are himself.

"Nian Nian," Young Master Yan suddenly suggested, "let Su Ze draw a thousand-faceted picture for you, so that you can feel the infinite possibilities of life. At least let you see with your own eyes your own life as an ordinary little girl.

A life from birth to death.”