Jiang Wang tensed, controlled his body, and landed steadily on the high platform of the second floor.

Shirakawa Aya's Taoism is indeed stronger than Wuhou, although Jiang Wang always felt that Wuhou did not use all his skills, but at least he also played seventy percent, even if there is a gap between the two, it should not be big.

But Shirakawa Ayakatsu has a strong explosive power.

He raised his eyes and saw Zhao Yan, and was about to speak, when he saw Shirakawa Aya walking out of the room.

The maid outside the door had been knocked unconscious by the falling lantern.

Shirakawa Aya's hand grabbed the back of Zhao Yan's neck directly.

Jiang Wang was calm on the surface, but he was a little panicked in his heart, and he miscalculated.

Before coming, I didn't expect that Shirakawa Aya's identity would be completely exposed, which led to a slight change in the battle situation, directly covering the entire Chunyi Pavilion.

Zhao Yan was afraid that he was scared to pee at the moment.

But soon Jiang Wang found that something was not quite right.

Because he was suddenly grabbed by the back of fate, Zhao Yan subconsciously turned around, and Shirakawa Aya suddenly changed her face.

"Girl, what is this for?"

Zhao Yan was a little twisted.

Shirakawa Aya's face changed several times, and she slowly let go of the back of Zhao Yan's neck.

Seeing this, Jiang Wang didn't understand it, but he also swept up the three floors for the first time, stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Yan, and then kicked Shirakawa Aya away.

Zhao Yan was shocked: "Vulgar, too vulgar, surnamed Jiang, you are simply not a son of man!" ”

He made a gesture to support Aya Shirakawa.

Jiang Wang also grabbed the back of his neck and said, "Don't be carried away by beauty, this is a charm, a big demon who kills living beings." ”

Zhao Yan said blankly: "The monster is so good-looking? ”

Jiang Wang said: "Ao Yin is actually very good-looking, but it's a pity that it's a male. ”

Zhao Yan had never seen Aoyin, so he couldn't imagine it, but the girl in front of him was so delicate, how could she be a monster?

Shirakawa Aya got up silently, patted the dirt on her dress, and said softly: "The charms in the eyes of the monks are all pink skeletons, but there is not only one way to achieve charm. ”

"If you can find your true self and strengthen your remnant soul, you can use the Taoism of the former great demon to get rid of the ancient artifacts, but this kind of charm will be weaker, and the probability of success is extremely low."

Jiang Wang frowned and said, "You want to say that you haven't harmed living beings?" ”

Shirakawa Aya said: "When I was a great demon, I killed countless creatures, but since I fell from the Battle of Mozhang and lived as a ghost, I have only harmed a few people. ”

Her eyes swept over Zhao Yan, then on Jiang Wang, and said, "Although the dragon spirit is transformed by the remnant soul of the great demon, not all the remnant souls can be left behind when the great demon falls. ”

"Because it's a remnant soul, there is no previous Taoism, and the memory is also missing, and even many dragons don't remember that they were once big demons, and I'm the lucky one."

"Although I don't have all the memories I once had, but there are some intermittent pictures after all, which also gives me the opportunity to achieve charm, this remark is not a quibble, just to explain the facts."

Jiang Wang was silent.

The voice of the Night Wanderer sounded in his head, "This is indeed the case. ”

Jiang Wang looked at Shirakawa Aya and asked, "Then what is the purpose of your stay in the Chunyi Pavilion?" ”

Aya Shirakawa stared at Zhao Yan.

Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows, he faintly smelled the smell of dog blood.

Aya Shirakawa said flatly, "I have a story. ”

Jiang Wang refused to listen.

Shirakawa Aya said to herself: "I only remember the sporadic fragments of the Battle of Mozhang, it seems that in order to kill Mozhang, the monks at the peak of the whole world worked together, and that battle was very tragic, so many of the so-called big demons are just soldiers." ”

"I died at the hands of a martial artist, but I can't remember his face."

Jiang Wang thought to himself, is the beginning of this story too long?

"When my soul was scattered, there was a wisp of remnant soul that escaped, and it was surrounded by either great demons or great monks, and it was difficult for me to attach to them."

"Fortunately, there are undestroyed artifacts in the ruins of the battlefield, but it also made me look for a long time, and when the remnant soul was about to completely dissipate, I saw a pen."

"I spent a long time in a deep sleep, until one day I regained consciousness. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a mansion, and someone was holding a pen and writing a note. ”

"The man was an official of the court, and he was facing a desperate situation, and I just looked at him, like a doll on the ground, and everything had to be learned again, and he 'taught' me a lot, until he was chained, and countless eyes were watching, and I witnessed his death."

"I was sealed in a box with only darkness for a long time, and after seeing the light of day again, I went to the hands of a certain rich man, a certain scholar, or even a certain girl who hooked the bar, and I watched the world through the eyes of one person after another."

"In the spring of the seventh year of Changping, a poor scholar got the pen, he was very sick, his home was very broken, and he was alone day and night."

"He can write poetry, he can write lyrics, he has a lot of ambition, but his articles end up being a ladder to fame for others."

"He was depressed every day, he cried at night, and one day, he went out, and it took a long time for him to come back, and on that day, someone broke in, and he lost his life, but he held the pen tightly in his hand, and the color of the blood was very dazzling."

"That pen was finally filled with anger, but I had no way to leave, but fortunately, the town guard government soon heard about it, and I also saw the person who killed the scholar, he was standing behind a noble son, and even the town guard government was very polite to that noble son."

"Your son is more knowledgeable than a scholar, he took the pen, my chance has come......"

"But I didn't expect that the noble son was followed by the Heavenly Master, the pen was broken, and I was also facing the end of dissipation, fortunately, there was a person nearby, who was watching the landscape and painting."

......

Jiang Wang was always looking for an opportunity to interrupt Bai Chuan Aya, but this sentence made him subconsciously look at Zhao Yan, who was listening to the story intently.

And Zhao Yan is an idiot.

He seemed to be there, and tears flowed down his face.

Aya Shirakawa only paused for a moment, which also made Jiang Wang miss the opportunity to interrupt the story, although he didn't really want to interrupt anymore at the moment.

"The pen in his hand is very ordinary, but for some reason, it is very spiritual, I escaped with that pen, without being noticed by the heavenly master, due to serious injuries, I tried to absorb people's essence for the first time, but I didn't dare to be greedy."

"The painter was like a poor scholar, his home was very shabby, and he had no second person, and he had nothing else to do but paint every day, but in fact he painted very badly."

Jiang Wang pursed his lips.

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows, it is indeed rare in the world to have such a talented painter as himself.

Aya Shirakawa was still talking, "He's painting, I'm watching him paint, day after day, he's getting haggard, I'm getting more and more energetic." ”

"He cherished that pen very much, he had to wipe it three times a day, he used to only paint landscapes, the first time he began to draw people, but he had high requirements, so he wandered around the fence, vowing to find the most beautiful oiran."

"But he had no money, so he could only squat at the door and watch, being driven away, and he didn't care, he was always happy to do it."

Jiang Wang looked at Zhao Yan with disdain on his face.

I subconsciously thought that I was just casually saying in the restaurant at that time, and my arm wouldn't really be interrupted because of the hook bar listening to music, right?

And Zhao Yan's expression also changed a little.

Why does the story of the artist feel familiar?

"Until one day, I saw that noble boy in the hook column, as if the forgotten memory resurfaced, and even remembered the picture of the Battle of Mozhang, and the opportunity to achieve the charm appeared."

"I left the pen for a short time, and the painter was still painting in the house by the moonlight, and I didn't speak to him, I just wanted to leave quietly, but perhaps he saw me, and when I went to take revenge, I was defeated again because I had not really achieved the charm."

"When he was dying, he appeared."

"I don't know what he was thinking, but he tore up the celestial master's talisman, and I was able to escape again, and when I found the painter's home, I saw him lying on the couch, missing an arm."

Zhao Yan's body was trembling.

He stared at Aya Shirakawa closely.

And Shirakawa Aya was also looking at him, and said softly: "The painter is very poor, I was also seriously injured, and I was desperate to completely dissipate the danger, so I used demonic qi to help him stop the bleeding so that he could survive, because the heavenly master was still searching for my traces, in order to prevent the painter from being implicated, I chose to leave." ”

"It took six years to finally achieve the charm, but the noble prince is not from Huncheng, I walked through half of the bitter sandalwood, and finally stabbed it, compared to killing the noble son, I am more eager to see the painter again."

"But when I came to Huncheng, the painter's original home was empty, and at this moment, I saw the heavenly master again."

"His ability to draw talismans is stronger, although he can't help the charm, but his luck is very good, or he has met a more powerful celestial master, and he has a talisman that can balance the charm."

"I didn't kill him, but I was injured, so I hid in the Chunyi Pavilion, waiting for the opportunity to move, and I also thought that I could see the figure squatting at the door again, but I haven't found a chance yet, and there will be a stream of immortal seekers coming soon."

Shirakawa Aya stared into Zhao Yan's eyes and said, "Because the painter's drawing paper is very white, his haggard face is also very white, and his character is even more pure, so I gave myself the surname Bai." ”

Paper is a very common thing in the Sui Kingdom, sometimes you don't even need to spend money to buy it, and the shops will give it away for the event, even if the paper of the best material is also very cheap, so no matter how poor the reader is, there will be no shortage of paper, what they lack is only opportunities.

Zhao Yan's face was very pale at the moment.

He looked at Aya Shirakawa in disbelief.

This is a story of a monster and a lot of people.

It's also a story with a painter.

But in Zhao's perspective, this is not the case.

Because of his obsession with painting, no one appreciates him, but he still firmly believes that he will definitely achieve something in the future.

Until one day, he was painting portraits, and he was painting a very beautiful girl.

When he inadvertently raised his eyes, he saw the back in the moonlight.

Just like the figure in his painting.

Although it may be idiotic.

But his first thought at that time was that he had made his own paintings to live.

The girl in the painting really came out.

He felt that he was truly gifted.

But the girl went straight away.

Zhao Yan naturally disagreed.

This will be an opportunity for me to make a name for myself.

Without hesitation, he chased after him.

It's like it's predestined in the dark.

Although Zhao Yan lost it.

But it was only the time to pee, and he saw the girl again.

He hurried over, suddenly felt abrupt, tore off the paper stuck to the girl's body, wiped his hands, but before he could say anything, the girl disappeared inexplicably.

I didn't even see the girl's face clearly.

Immediately after that, his hand was broken.

Crawled home like a dog.

Although he woke up the next morning, there was no pain in the wound in his arm, as if he had never had a left hand, but he only felt that such an unfortunate thing had happened, and it was clear that he was jealous of his talent.

As a result, I firmly believe that I am a genius at drawing.

He dreams of being able to bring the people in his paintings back to life.

Therefore, his subsequent paintings are basically people-oriented.

Until he painted a portrait of Jiang Wang, he entered the Hou Mansion.

At first glance, I heard that the girl was not the person in the painting, but a monster, and Zhao Yan was hit by five thunders.

Am I not a genius?!

Shirakawa Aya looked at Zhao Yan with affectionate eyes.

And Zhao Yan is deep in the abyss of genius.

He jerked his head up, stared at Aya Shirakawa, and said loudly, "Impossible! When pigs fly! ”

Then he hid his face and walked away angrily.

Shirakawa Aya showed a lonely expression and muttered, "Maybe he can't accept my identity as a monster." ”

Jiang Wang thought about where Zhao Gou would care about any monsters, afraid that there was some reversal in the story.

It is extremely normal to say that Zhao Yan paints day and night, and even runs outside the hook fence to see the girl, but if you want to say that in order to save Shirakawa Aya and show her heroic skills, it is definitely not Zhao Yan!

He sighed lightly: "The white girl is affectionate, but she fed the dog. ”

Aya Shirakawa frowned and said, "How can you insult him!" ”

Jiang Wang: "......"

So you're the dog!

Thinking that Zhao Yan entered the Hou Mansion by himself, he either hid in the room to paint, or did laundry and cooking, and rarely showed up again.

On the tenth day of the Chenghuang Temple Fair, Zhao Yan was in the restaurant, and Bai Chuanya was in the painting boat, and the two were obviously facing each other, but no one saw anyone.

As for the movement on the second floor of the Chunyi Pavilion, Shirakawa Aya noticed it, but Xu didn't watch it directly, or Zhao Yan's voice was a little different from before, so she didn't recognize Zhao Yan for the first time.

But Jiang Wang quickly realized a problem.

Shirakawa Aya's story is obviously not made up, she is indeed a very special charm, and it involves Zhao Yan, I am afraid that it will be difficult to continue to fight for life and death.

He came to the Chunyi Pavilion in a hurry, but he was just beaten and listened to a story?

Pain!

It hurts so much!

Jiang Wang was very unwilling, and discussed: "You look for the state well, let's fight again?" ”

Aya Shirakawa ignored it and went back to her room lonely.

Jiang Wang was depressed and walked out of the Chunyi Pavilion dejectedly.

Some of the guests did not leave directly, but blocked outside, the people guarding the palace had just arrived, Zhou Zhutou saw Jiang Wang, was slightly stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Why is the little marquis here?" ”

Jiang Wang didn't even raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Since I was listening to the music, I didn't want to make a bunch of bad things." ”

Seeing Jiang Wang's faltering steps, Zhou Zhutou looked inexplicable.

Although I know that the little marquis is extraordinary, I didn't expect that he would be different from ordinary people in this regard, and make such a big move!

He looked envious.

The little marquis is really a model for my generation.