The figure of the beautiful woman gradually condensed, but her eyes were still full of sadness, she held the demon's hand and gently hugged it into her arms. Then the condensed body dissolved into specks of light and merged into the demon's body.

The demon felt as if it had turned into a bird and began to fly endlessly.

She flew over the lush forests, over the winding rivers, over the thousands of miles of frozen snow-capped mountains, and over the desert where the sun sets.

She never seemed to feel tired.

She stopped at the spring stream of the green mountains to groom her feathers, and she had seven pure white tails, so the world called her the seven-tailed bird.

The demon was very surprised, he was obviously a peach, but why did he become a seven-tailed bird again.

But before she could think about it, she was shot through her wing by an arrow that flew from nowhere.

The pain caused the demon to fall into the water, and the cool spring water covered her body, and she struggled desperately, splashing a lot of water.

"I must be looking like a word that Pu Jia once taught herself-Soup Chicken." The demon thought in embarrassment.

It was at this time that someone grabbed her tail feather and carried her out of the spring.

She was carried upside down by the man and hung in the air, and all she could see was the hem of the other party's pure white clothes.

"I wonder if you can return to me the spirit bird I just shot?" Voices came from the woods, and footsteps came from far and near.

"You can know that this is the ancient strange beast seven-tailed luan bird, up to the nine heavens, down to the blue and yellow springs, only this one." The man carrying the demon spoke unhurriedly, and the demon felt as if he had heard the voice somewhere.

"This ...... I don't know. The man who released the arrow stopped and spoke truthfully.

"You're an inner disciple of the Lingxiao Sect?"

"That's right, I came from Lingxiao Peak and traveled to Qingzhou on the order of my master, I don't know who your Excellency is?"

"I am the painter of the Falling Star Cliff in Qingzhou."

The demon finally remembered where he had heard this voice, and it was the voice he had heard outside the Dream Pavilion.

"It turned out to be the seniors of the Falling Star Cliff, and the juniors have a lot of offenses here, I hope the seniors will forgive me." The man said respectfully.

"That's it, I'll take this seven-tailed bird with me."

“……”

"I don't like to owe others in my life, this is for you, it counts as compensation."

The demon hung upside down, and saw the man carrying himself conjure a white jade bottle with his empty hand and threw it out casually.

"This is the Star Essence Pill of the Falling Star Cliff."

"Thank you...... Thank you, seniors! ”

Even if the demon didn't hear the surprise in the man's tone, just by the name of the Star Marrow Pill, the demon knew that this must be a good thing.

The man took the demon back to the place where he lived, which was a high pavilion built between the cliffs, and to the demon's surprise, it was still early when he came, but after stepping into the high pavilion, he only saw the sky full of stars, and did not see the bright sun and clear sky.

The demon wanted to ask why, but suddenly found that he didn't seem to be in control of the body. She was like a piece of consciousness that dwelt in this body, or maybe she was just peering through this body into a memory of its original owner.

"Do you have a name?" The man helped the "demon" bandage his wound and asked quietly.

The seven-tailed bird let out a low cry, and the demon actually understood what she meant—there was no name. In this way, the second explanation seems more plausible.

"I'll call you Luan'er, do you like this name?"

The seven-tailed bird nestled its head into his arm and rubbed it gently to show satisfaction, before letting out a low chirp.

"You're asking for my name?" The man asked.

Luan Er nodded.

"Ink painting."

Naturally, the demon has heard this name, Luan'er was imprisoned in the Dream Pavilion, and the person who was waiting for him was Mo Hua, that is, the man in front of him.

From this point of view, what I am experiencing at this moment should be a memory of Luan'er's first acquaintance with ink painting.

As for why she was able to spy on Luan'er's memory, it must be related to the fact that she shared half of her heart and soul with her.

In this way, it seems that what he has done should have worked, and Luan'er should have helped herself save Pujia.

Thinking of this, the demon breathed a sigh of relief. I just don't know how long I'm stuck in this memory.

In Luan'er's memory, the demon lost the concept of time, and only felt that Luan'er and Mohua's daily life was extremely boring and boring.

Ink painting is a painter of falling star cliffs, but he does not paint landscapes, plants, insects, birds, and people in the traditional sense, but he paints a map of the Nine Heavens Star.

Watching the heavens with star charts, looking at the rise and fall of the world for a hundred years, seeing through it without saying it.

Compared with painting, ink painting prefers to play against oneself.

Just as he can spy on the heavens and cannot be controlled, life is like chess, the world is a game, he plays with himself, he knows the ending but does not know, and he never gets tired of it.

I don't know when, the demon found that Luan'er seemed to like this ink painting that was either painting or playing chess every day.

Luan Er seems to be aware of her indescribable emotions towards ink paintings.

She would often look at Mo Hua, who was playing chess by herself, and Mo Hua was racking her brains for the next step of the layout, Luan'er just looked at his focused expression, trying her best to hide the throbbing of the deer in her heart.

One man and one bird stayed all day without saying a word.

Mo Hua seemed to sense Luan'er's strange thoughts, and he told her: "My wife is the most beautiful girl in the world. ”

As if to prove his words, Mo Hua painted a figure painting for the first time in his life, and the painting was a girl who had fallen into the country and the city.

The ink painting also told her the girl's name - Yu Qi.

Not birds, but fish.

It's just that the ink painting didn't tell Luan Eryuqi where he is now. He didn't want to talk, she didn't want to ask.

I don't know how long it took, Luan'er's cultivation reached the incarnation stage, and she could finally become a woman, if she was beautiful enough, could she also capture his heart.

There is no need to be a wife, and the concubine is willing.

On that day, the ink painting went to paint the star map, and Luan'er secretly took out the painting with Yuqi, and according to the appearance of the characters in the painting, she transformed her own body.

originally thought that she would be happy to see her appearance after drawing the Nine Heavens Star Map with ink painting, but she never thought that for the first time in her life, she would be angry with herself when she saw ink painting.

"Do you think that if you are in her form, it is her?"

"But a pair of skins, do you think that the bird has turned into a fish by replacing its feathers with the scales of a fish? It's really a joke in the world! ”

During the conversation, the ink painting tore the painting to shreds in front of Luan'er, and even threatened to find a day to burn these fragments clean, so as to save the annoyance.

Luan Er secretly hid a fragment that had fallen in front of her, on which was the name of the ink painting.

After all, it's a bird, not a fish.