After sending away the ghost men, Yin Fan'er and Yao Qi and his party had a good rest for two days. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the inn is remote, there are also many merchants and many mortals who have seen the world, which makes Yin Fan'er and others add a lot of fun just by listening to people chatting.

Today, there is an antique dealer in this inn, who is very rich and looks like he has made a lot of money.

The merchant saw that the people were so lively, and as soon as he came, he jumped into the crowd and told his story loudly. Yin Fan'er and the others sat at a table with a closed crowd eating tea, and they were also happy to have a pastime.

"I tell you that the business of turning antiques is the most insightful and the most interesting! No, I got a painting by chance a few days ago, and it was very good, guess what? ”

"Landscape?"

"Bodhisattva?"

"It can't be a spring palace map, right? Hahahaha! ”

The fat merchant looked proud, deliberately took a sip of tea slowly, and then said under everyone's questioning: "What this colleague said is a little interesting, although it is not a picture of the Spring Palace, but it is also a beauty." Ah! That's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! Wrong! In this heaven and earth, I don't know if there is anyone who can compare with it! ”

"What does the beauty in the painting look like?" A man in the crowd shouted.

The fat merchant touched his beard, smiled subtly, and said, "That beauty is wearing a red shirt lined with some white, and she is very gorgeous!" There is also a red feather mark on the neck of the beauty, which is very eye-catching. If you want me to say, it's nothing, but the best thing is that the beautiful woman has a fan in her hand, and it's the same big red, it's made of feathers, and it looks like a ......."

"Like what?" Everyone was fascinated and asked.

"Like a phoenix's feathers!" The fat merchant said loudly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and mocked: "Isn't it you, a seller of antiques, who has seen a living phoenix?" ”

When the fat merchant saw that everyone began to laugh at him, he was a little anxious, and hurriedly said, "Really! Seriously! When I touched the fan, I couldn't help but think of a phoenix, very real, don't believe it, I'll show you! ”

When the guests in the inn heard this, they laughed even more happily, and they scolded the fat merchant for being "demented" and scattered. provoked the fat merchant to be speechless and sat still.

And Yin Fan'er and the people at the table on the side seemed very quiet.

"Master, isn't that what the fat man said, isn't it you......" Persimmon said to Yin Fan'er secretly. It's not that it's afraid that they will hear it, but after the lesson of being caught in Ao Hongcheng last time, it has learned not to speak casually in front of people.

Yin Fan'er already felt a little strange. After persimmon's reminder, she really remembered that this was really the same as the appearance of the Holy Lord Yan Wuxin in the mouth of the persimmon.

Yin Fan'er thought for a while, got up and walked to the side of the fat merchant, saluted, and said, "I wonder if the boss can lend me the painting?" ”

The fat merchant raised his head, startled, and hurriedly said, "You, you, you...... Are you the woman in the painting? ”

"There are many similar people in the world, I'm afraid it's a coincidence." Yin Fan'er replied with a smile.

The fat merchant looked at Yin Fan'er carefully, rubbed his eyes, suddenly smiled, and said, "Yes, there are still some places that are not like it." It's just that your face, at first glance, really looks very similar to the woman in the painting! Oh yes! It's painted in my room, so if you don't like it, come with me. ”

So, Yin Fan'er hugged the persimmon and entered the fat merchant's room with Yao Qixihua.

"It's rare for anyone to believe me!" The fat merchant retrieved the painting from his luggage and repeated it before placing it on the table.

When the painting unfolded, the faces of several people changed.

The woman in this painting really has a seven-image face with Yin Fan'er.

The most excited thing was the persimmon, which excitedly said: "Look, master! This is what you looked like before, isn't it good-looking! ”

The fat merchant heard the hairball next to him suddenly speak, and he was about to scream in fright, but he was fainted by Yao Qi waving his hand and using a spell.

"Fan, is this your portrait?" Yao Qi stared at the painting on the table and asked Yin Fan'er.

"No, it's ...... It's the Holy Lord Yan Wuxin. Yin Fan'er replied word by word.

"Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord!"

Yao Qi and Xi Hua shouted out in surprise, the woman in this painting is the famous Demon Realm Holy Lord - Yan Wuxin?!

Yin Fan'er stared at the surprised two suspiciously, and asked, "You all know the Holy Lord?" ”

"As a qualified demon, shouldn't you know about the existence of the Holy Lord?" Xihua replied with a serious face.

Yin Fan'er was ashamed, okay, isn't she the only one who is not a qualified demon......

"Although the Holy Lord has been demonized for tens of thousands of years, everyone in the demon world still has respect for the Holy Lord." Yao Qi continued.

"Why do you say that my master is dead? The host is clearly standing here! Persimmon was very dissatisfied when he heard what Yao Qi said. yelled at him.

Is the Holy Lord still alive? The owner of the persimmon is the Holy Lord?

"Fan'er, are you ......?"

"No, it's just that I'm lucky enough to look like the Three-Point Holy Lord." Without waiting for Yao Qi to finish asking, Yin Fan'er replied categorically.

"The owner of the persimmon is actually ...... Holy Lord! Xihua suddenly spoke, staring at the persimmon, but asked Yin Fan'er.

"That's not bad, persimmons are indeed the spirit beasts of the Holy Lord. Because of these three images, they mistook me. Yin Fan'er replied.

"No, it's not! Master! No! That's you, that fan is what you have been carrying with you every day, have you forgotten it? Persimmon denied dissatisfied.

Fan......

Yin Fan'er noticed that the fan, the fan body was red, and the fan surface looked like it was indeed made of feathers, which complemented the woman's red clothes and imprints, and it was very charming.

Yao Qi saw that Yin Fan had been staring at the fan, and asked out loud, "What's wrong with this fan?" ”

Yin Fan'er shook her head and didn't speak.

It's familiar, it's a familiar fan!

Yin Fan couldn't help but touch the fan, and the moment he touched the painting, the whole body was burned by a strange fire, and a fragment-like picture was instantly born in his mind: a phoenix full of fire, war, corpses all over the field, and a man in front of him, and the last scene is that the fan fell into the depths of a snowy mountain.

It's all so blurry that you can't see anything clearly.

It was only at the same time that these fragments appeared, Yin Fan'er shouted: "Red Feather Fan!" ”

"Red Feather Fan?" Yao Qi wondered, "What is that?" The name of this fan? Do you recognize this fan? ”

Yin Fan'er withdrew her hand, as if she had experienced a vicious battle, weakly leaning on the table, and replied lightly: "I don't recognize it, and it is strange that I suddenly shouted out, and my whole body was drained of strength all of a sudden." ”