Chapter 120: A painting as light as ink
Walking away, outside the purple bamboo building was full of disciples in blue clothes, these people should be the disciples and grandchildren of the Yuanxu Venerable! Just as I was about to approach, all the disciples put down the bowls in their hands and turned their heads to stare at me.
"Eat well, eat well, everyone!"
I smiled stiffly, raised my hand and waved at the crowd.
"Cut."
The voices of contempt in unison, and when I looked up, everyone had returned to their breakfast. I approached a blue-robed disciple and asked him in a low voice, "I don't know how I saw Master Liuying?" ”
For this disciple, the passing generation of the wind should be regarded as a master!
"Nope."
Without raising his head, he replied lightly.
"Oh!"
I'm Nunu, and I'm alone and continue to look in the crowd.
He was dressed in a plain white long robe, and his ankle-length green silk poured down his feet like flowing water, but he was simply tied with a strip of white cloth and draped over his body at will. The body is slender, like a little ink slowly dyeing on the paper, and the wind slowly walks out of the crowd.
When I saw her coming, I felt like I saw hope.
"Senior sister."
I rushed forward and stopped her, worried that she would never be seen again, reached forward and grabbed her sleeve, my hand was wet and sticky, remembering that I had accidentally spilled porridge on her sleeve just now, I felt guilty in my heart, I couldn't care much, I pulled my sleeve and was about to wipe her sleeve, but she snatched the sleeve away.
"Humph! Hypocrisy. ”
There was no wave on her face, and there was a look of disdain in her beautiful eyes, and her pale thin lips were slightly raised, revealing a sneer.
"Hypocrisy?"
I can't believe that what I did this time was so false that she was so disgusted. I felt a little aggrieved in my heart, but I still stubbornly bit my lips, pitying her for being infatuated with Fengqiao Yexue, and I couldn't bear to say a cruel word to her. Holding the slightest displeasure in her heart, she asked, "Senior sister really doesn't care what she said. Xiaoyu has been guilty for a long time because he spilled hot porridge on you early this morning, and at this moment, he came here just to apologize to you in person, hoping to get your forgiveness. But why, the senior sister would say such things to Xiaoyu, and said that Xiaoyu was hypocritical by doing this. Xiaoyu is puzzled, what is wrong with this, and where is the hypocrisy? ”
Since I was a child, I have been a treasure in the palm of my hand, and in the Demon Palace and even the entire Demon Realm, almost everyone has a respectful attitude when they speak to me. I don't know what they say about me behind my back, but on the surface, I have never seen a trace of impatience in them with a dislike for myself. When I came here today, I felt a lot of grievances in my heart.
Hearing me say this, the wind passed and the firefly didn't say anything more, reached out and shook his sleeve, turned around and walked back alone.
"Hey, Senior Sister, Senior Sister."
Without her forgiveness, I still didn't feel very good in my heart, so I dropped the food I wanted to bring to Zilian in my hand, lifted the corner of my clothes and chased after her.
Then, I heard the laughter and invective of a group of disciples from behind.
She walked slowly and slowly, seemingly slowly, but in fact, it made me chase and chase very hard.
I followed all the way, trying to take the opportunity to talk to her, but she never stopped for a while, and always left me behind.
She followed until the Louvre before she stopped, raised her hand to push open the palace door, and walked in alone.
I hesitated behind her for a moment, and then looked up at the palace plaque that had fallen off the lacquer, probably because it had been too long and had not been taken care of, but the golden paint on the plaque had lost a lot of color.
Push open the door and follow up, the hall is depressed.
"What are you doing here?"
The sound of the wind passing by fireflies sounded, and in the next moment, a cool sword was placed on my neck.
"Don't do anything, don't do anything." At this moment, the man is the chopping board, and I am the fish, and I am trying to lift my neck a little more, away from the long sword resting on my neck, afraid that I will not be careful for a while, or accidentally provoke her, and let my life here be over.
There was another sneer on her face, seemingly cold but distressing for no reason.
I stared at her, wondering what kind of woman she would be. Why did she not choose to leave with him after Fengqiao Yexue fell into the devil's path, nor did she leave alone, but was willing to kneel outside the palace gate for three days and nights, suffering the pain of the pipa piercing the bones, and getting a chance to atone for Fengqiao Yexue.
"What not to do?" A sinister ruthlessness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she said angrily, "Then why did you follow me all the way from outside the gate of the Purple Lotus Palace to come here?" ”
"I want your forgiveness."
Of course, this is not the truth, but it is not a lie, it is true to want to get her sincere forgiveness, because I sympathize with her and pity her, and I want to know that her affair with Kaedehashi Yexue is also true.
She frowned slightly, looked at me with beautiful eyes, her expression seemed to be a little ethereal, and she suddenly lowered her head and smiled bitterly, "After so many years, I thought that I was used to this kind of life, but I didn't expect that seeing a stranger approaching for no reason would make me as panicked as I am now." ”
As she spoke, she shook her head, put her sword back into its scabbard, and turned to walk towards the temple.
"Senior Sister Liuying, you ...... Are you unhappy? ”
Seeing that the faint ink was about to dissipate, I was a little worried in my heart, and I couldn't help but cry out again.
She paused slightly, but she didn't look back, and then, a faint figure disappeared around the corner.