Chapter 113 Pen Lingyan Xi

Ruan Junqing pushed the pen spirit away, shook his head and said, "No, you're not." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I know my Yan Xi, although you are very similar to her, but I know that you are not my Yan Xi, you are not her! Saying that, Ruan Junqing staggered to Mo Yanxi's scroll, bent down to pick up the scroll, tears on his face, and said sadly: "You are not her, she is dead and will never be there." ”

"The hosts! ~" Bi Ling screamed in a hurry, Zhang Kai was afraid that she would do something wrong again, or suck Ruan Junqing into the middle of the painting or something, so he hurriedly reached out and grabbed Bi Ling, and said sharply: "Enough!" ”

Bi Ling was startled, turned his head to look at Zhang Kai, and cried and said: "Dao Chief, what's wrong with the master, why doesn't he know me anymore, I'm really Yan Xi." ”

Zhang Kai pulled the pen spirit, although the appearance of the pen spirit was exactly the same as Mo Yanxi in the painting, but she was not her. With a long sigh, Zhang Kai said: "Bi Ling, you actually haven't understood that the scholar holds the 'Yan Xi' you chant every day is actually not you at all, but the woman on the painting." ”

"The woman in the painting?" The pen Lingleng paused, turned his head to look at the scroll in Ruan Junqing's hand, his face changed, and he immediately shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Ever since I can remember, the owner has been calling me Yan Xi, and I am Yan Xi! I am the master's Yan Xi! ”

After a slight pause, the pen spirit shouted loudly again: "By the way, the master must blame me, blame me for sucking him into the middle of the painting and trapping him for hundreds of years, it must be like this, he is angry with me!" As he spoke, the pen spirit shouted at Ruan Junqing again: "Master, master, please don't be angry with Yan Xi, it's all Yan Xi's fault, it's all Yan Xi's fault, you shouldn't be trapped in the middle of the painting!" ”

Ruan Junqing didn't seem to hear Bi Ling's words at all, his eyes were still staring at the portrait of Mo Yanxi in his hand, crying alone.

Zhang Kai sighed slightly, grabbed the pen spirit and said, "Yan Xi, you are wrong. ”

Bi Ling turned his head to look at Zhang Kai suspiciously, and said in a lost voice: "Wrong? How could I be wrong? ”

"Do you remember how your master died?" Zhang Kai looked at Bi Ling and asked in a low voice.

Bi Ling Yanxi thought about it for a while, and then said: "Ah, I remember, before the master died, he kept crying bitterly with that painting scroll, and then he couldn't afford to get sick, and he died of illness not long after, and then his soul entered the realm of painting. ”

Zhang Kai nodded, sighed softly and said, "Yan Xi, in fact, you haven't understood that it was not you who trapped your master in the middle of the painting, but he entered it by himself." ”

"How is that possible?" Bi Ling said in surprise.

Zhang Kai sighed secretly and said: "Do you know that in the middle of the painting, what your master has been thinking about is still going to Mojia Village to propose marriage to Miss Mojia, even if he was robbed by you, that is, the king of Montenegro, he has never changed this idea in his heart, otherwise after so many years, why have you not been able to successfully complete the wedding with your master in the middle of the painting?" ”

Listening to Zhang Kai's words, Bi Ling couldn't help but freeze on the spot, and only after a long time did he shout: "No, this is impossible!" I don't believe it! I don't believe it! ”

Zhang Kai shook his head helplessly and said: "Whether you believe it or not, your master left the painting realm because he also clearly realized that Mo Yanxi was dead, and then he chose to commit suicide and martyrdom, which came out of the painting realm." As he spoke, Zhang Kai stretched out his hand and patted Bi Ling's shoulder, and said, "If you have anything to say to your master, you should hurry up and say it, his time is running out." ”

"Not much? What do you mean? Bi Ling glared at Zhang Kai in surprise and said.

"You are the Spirit, and you can not care about the passage of time. And he is different, three hundred years ago, he was a human being, and some people were born, old, sick and died. Now, he is a ghost who has been dead for more than 300 years, and the underworld will immediately send a ghost to take him to the underworld to report. ”

"No, I don't! No one is allowed to take my master! The pen spirit shouted loudly.

Zhang Kai shook his head helplessly, "Yan Xi, you have to understand, you are just a little spirit, let alone the Yin God of the underworld, even me, you can't beat it, how can you fight against them?" As he was talking, Zhang Kai heard a gust of wind blowing not far away, so he whispered again: "They are here." ”

Bi Ling listened to Zhang Kai's words, suddenly broke free of Zhang Kai's right hand, rushed to Ruan Junqing's side in a few steps, and opened his hands to protect him tightly behind him. And almost at the same time, she bypassed a gust of yin wind around her, and there were already a few more inconsistencies in the costume of the public.

Several yin cha bowed to Zhang Kai with their fists, and then surrounded Bi Ling and Ruan Junqing, one of whom shouted loudly: "Ruan Junqing, your yang life is over, why don't you go to the underworld with me to report to the underworld, so as to reincarnate as soon as possible!" With that, several dukes slowly stepped forward and wanted to lock Ruan Junqing.

The pen spirit punched and kicked the yin cha, and yelled: "Go away, go away, no one is allowed to take my master, no one is allowed to take him away!" She was crying, but she heard a gentle voice behind her: "Yan Xi~" Bi Ling suddenly turned her head, but saw Ruan Junqing standing not far from her, her eyes full of gentle smiles.

"Master." The pen spirit cried softly and whispered.

"I know, you are the little paintbrush I used to paint, Yan Xi is gone, you will be called Yan Xi in the future." Ruan Junqing looked at Bi Ling gently, and said with a smile, "You have already married the Taoist Chief, you will follow him in the future, the Taoist is brave and courageous, and he will definitely treat you well." ”

"Don't, master, Yan Xi wants to follow you, wherever you go, Yan Xi will follow you wherever you go!" Pen Ling cried.

"Silly boy." Ruan Junqing smiled and reached out to touch Bi Ling's head, and said softly: "I'm going to find my Yan Xi, what are you doing with me?" Although you are also Yan Xi, you will never be the Yan Xi in my heart. Saying that, Ruan Junqing bowed to Zhang Kai from afar and said, "Dao Chief, Yan Xi will ask you." ”

Zhang Kai nodded slightly, stepped forward, and said, "Silly scholar, you don't have to be too sad, if you and Miss Mo are really fateful, we will meet again in the next life." ”

Ruan Junqing nodded with a smile, turned back to Yin Cha and said, "Brother Cha, let's go." ”

A yin cha stepped forward and put the iron chain on Ruan Junqing's body, but heard Ruan Junqing laugh and read aloud: "Lianlian, you and I agree for a hundred years, if anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, why not wait on the bridge for three years." In the middle of the words, Ruan Junqing and several yin differences turned into a yin wind at the same time, and flew around the gradually falling picture scroll three times and flew into the distance.

"The hosts! ~" Bi Lingyan Xi's eyes were in tears, and he sat on the ground, looking at the direction where the yin wind disappeared, his eyes were full of tears......