I have known Qingyang for more than ten years, but Yuan Fengqing never knew that he was a character with excellent eloquence and great love for making friends with people, watching him chat with the blood painting very happily, and she didn't finish eating the cold Yangchun noodles for an hour, she was really helpless. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

said that it was a conversation, but in fact, Qing Yang was talking, and the blood painting was listening, and he occasionally commented on two sentences, both of which were very rare and classic words, which made Qing Yang show a look of surprise from time to time. However, it was only tonight that Yuan Fengqing felt that the blood painting in front of him was not the person he knew before, and the man in front of him would occasionally raise his eyebrows and smile, and his body would have a little less cold breath and a little more red dust.

But after listening to it for an hour, she still didn't understand why the blood painting appeared in front of her, and why she deliberately befriended Qingyang?

If the current ability of the blood painting is so strong that he can come and go freely after lifting the seal on him from the magic ring, he can stay away from Cangyun Mountain and stay away from himself, so why is it necessary to appear by her side? What secret did he keep behind?

From beginning to end, she was not the only one who did not speak, and the yellow-skinned spirit opposite also kept lying lazily on the table, her eyes half-open and half-closed, and she didn't say a word.

Yuan Fengqing's eyes turned black when she looked at her, her long hair was tied in a bun at random at the back of her head, and she changed into an orange cloth skirt, she really looked like a maid from a big family, no wonder Qing Yang didn't recognize her.

Back then, when the yellow-skinned spirit kidnapped Qing Yang and those disciples from the stone gate of the mountain behind Canghua Mountain, he was dressed in white like a ghost, coupled with a pair of blue eyes like mung beans, blooming a terrifying soul in the dark, and the harsh voice of yin and yang is indistinguishable, it is full of the image of a goblin, and it is indeed different from today's dress.

Finally waited until the noodle stall owner apologized and said that he wanted to close the stall, Qing Yang was still unfinished and said to the blood painting, "Daoyou, today's conversation has made me gain a lot, if you don't dislike it, you will live in this market for a few days, and after I explain it to my senior brother, I will see if I can take Daoyou to live in Cangyunmen for a few days, and it will be good to have all the Daoyou's admiration for my Cangyunmen." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Fengqing, who had just stood up, slipped under his feet and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, she held on to the corner of the table in time, and she was barely able to stabilize her body and did not fall to the ground in embarrassment in front of several people.

When she came to her senses, she found that everyone's eyes fell on her, Qingyang was a little puzzled, the blood painting was very interesting, and the yellow skin spirit was very impatient.

"I accidentally slipped a little," Yuan Fengqing explained helplessly, and when he was about to stop Qing Yang's decision to invite Blood Painting to live in Cangyun Gate, he heard Blood Painting say indifferently, "In this case, there is Lao Qingyang Daoyou who bothered." ”

His chest staggered, Yuan Fengqing almost vomited blood without breathing, and looked at the blood painting with a partial face, but he made a goodbye gesture to Qingyang, put away the folding fan in a dashing manner, put up his hands, and walked leisurely towards the dark long street.

The yellow skin spirit glanced at Yuan Fengqing, snorted softly from his nostrils, and slowly followed.

A deliberate encounter turned into a fateful acquaintance, which made Qing Yang sigh, his eyes were always fixed on the back of the blood painting, and he did not retract his gaze until he was out of sight, and said with emotion, "Little uncle, this Taoist friend has a lot of experience in cultivation, I listened to a few words of guidance from him and felt like waking up from a dream, I knew that more than 30 years ago, I was a vain cultivator." If these talents can be brought to my Cangyun Gate to communicate with my senior brothers, they will definitely benefit a lot. ”

Yuan Fengqing was silent for a moment before raising her feet and walking in the direction of Cangyun Gate, feeling a little depressed in her heart, but she didn't know how to explain the identity of the blood painting to Qing Yang, and she hadn't figured out what the purpose of the blood painting was, so she had to mention nothing for the time being, and wait for the opportunity to knock on the side again, so that Qing Yang could stay away from him.

Seeing that it was just a matter of raising his head, Uncle Xiao had already walked a long way, and Qing Yang hurriedly chased after him.

Hearing the footsteps of Qing Yang hurriedly chasing, Yuan Fengqing didn't have the heart to turn back, and his mind was full of blood paintings, only thinking that he was not mentally ill.

As a result, she only looked down and pondered, but before she knew that there was a corner in front of her, a white figure just stepped out and collided with her solidly.

The guy's force was too great, causing her body to fall to the ground uncontrollably, but fortunately she bounced back a little in time, and secretly performed a thousand pound falling spell, so she didn't really fall to the ground.

"Oops!" The screaming voice of the white-clothed young man came from the front, Yuan Fengqing stared at it, and was about to say something sorry, when he suddenly saw him jump up from the ground, pounced over and said, "Who should I be who didn't bump into Young Master Ben with long eyes, it turned out to be the little uncle of Cangyunmen?" It's disrespectful. ”

Yuan Fengqing was stunned, before he could come back to his senses, he had already grabbed his wrist, heard his surprised voice, exaggerated admiration expression, the corners of his mouth twitched twice before he pulled out his hand, and took two steps back, "I'm sorry, I was indeed distracted, I'm really sorry for bumping into Your Excellency." ”

"No need to apologize, it's my blessing to be bumped into by Uncle Junior, it's really, it's a great honor for Young Master Ben." The white-clothed young man's series of words made Yuan Fengqing very speechless, looking at the surprise that flashed in his round and dark eyes, it didn't seem to be fake, after all, it was not too ruthless, so he had to smile at him, "This son, the night is already dark and dark, it's better to go back and rest early." After speaking, regardless of whether he answered or not, don't turn around and walk with Qing Yang around him towards Cangyun Mountain.

Yuan Fengqing walked quickly, but Qing Yang turned back from time to time, looking at the young man in white standing in the dark long street, his long hair tied with a white ribbon on the top of his head, sword eyebrows and black pupils, but he was also handsome and extraordinary, but when he saw them leave quickly, his face could not hide his disappointment, and there was something unpleasant in his heart, "Little uncle, do you know that kid just now?" ”

Yuan Fengqing shook her head, her mind was now all focused on the abnormal behavior of the blood painting tonight, where did she have time to pay attention to irrelevant people? In fact, she didn't even see the face of the young man in white just now, she only remembered that his eyes were round and black, burning and glowing, which was very different.

"How do I feel a familiar smell of him?" Qing Yang reached out and scratched his hair and muttered.

Familiar? Yuan Fengqing paused when he heard him say this and glanced back.

The white-clothed young man was still standing in the middle of the long street, and the night was dark, and all the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and it was pitch black. His white clothes were particularly dazzling and bright in the darkness, and they were as eye-catching as his dark and round eyes.

For some reason, Yuan Fengqing also felt a sense of déjà vu, but she thought about it, there is absolutely no such character in the memory of this life, after all, he is not bad, he is slightly thin but very tall, and the white clothes are very clear, if he has seen it before, he will definitely not be impressed.

Retracting his gaze, Yuan Fengqing didn't think much about it, and disappeared around the corner in front of him with Qing Yang.

In the long street, although the young man in white was a little disappointed, he still smiled reluctantly, "Sister Yuan, I'm back!" ”