Li Yiqing passed through the three courtyards, and the suffocating breath was gently exhaled from her lungs, and the pressure brought to her by this person was even worse than that of "Mr. Zhang" in Bixiao Pavilion.

"Did he just keep following us?" The girl said softly.

"I don't know." The black cat's blue eyes stared straight ahead.

“.” It was the first time Li Yiqing heard such an answer from this kitten.

All the way back, and there was no one to see, and those wrestlers who had unloaded before didn't know where they went, Li Yiqing suddenly felt that she was not the special one who was probing around, and in this house, there were more people doing things she didn't know about in places she couldn't see.

Lunch.

Yi Chengxin and Yi Nandai still didn't show up, and a silent servant brought the food.

"Excuse me." The girl smiled and asked clearly, "I see that your house is quiet, and I really want to go around, but I can't see people and I'm afraid that I won't be abrupt - dare to ask if there are any places that are inconvenient to go?" ”

The servant paused, closed the door and retreated, "Don't enter the locked place, don't come to the backyard." ”

Li Yiqing took the rice drawer, and was about to nod with a smile, when the calm voice of the black cat suddenly sounded in her ears, the girl's eyes froze, and she reached out and grabbed the servant's arm: "Please stay!" ”

Then she let go of her hand a little embarrassed: "That, I don't know what Sister Yi is busy with. Dressing up, cleaning up the incense, etc., I can also help. ”

"Thank you, I won't bother."

"Oh well." Li Yiqing watched the door close in front of him, and slowly raised his index finger in front of him.

The complexion gradually condensed.

This finger is slender, straight, and delicate, and the soft belly is very clean, and there is nothing visible to the naked eye.

Only the girl clearly felt a bit of gelatinous coldness falling on it, and it was she who rubbed it under the servant's sleeve at the kitten's instructions, and it felt like a melted colorless jade.

"What is this?"

The black cat squatted on her shoulder: "The material that contains the spirit is extremely strong." ”

".Shuiyang Yuke?"

The black cat was silent for a while: "Maybe." ”

Li Yiqing frowned.

The materials that have just arrived are forced to be dismantled and used in a hurry, not because of their preciousness, but because of their own value.

"What the hell can this thing do?"

The black cat pondered for a while: "Generally speaking, there are two characteristics of spiritual materials, one is that it can be used as a touchable heaven and earth spirit mystery, so that people who have not yet held the spirit can also use it; The second is that Lingxuan often has a special structure in it, if the heaven and earth Lingxuan is iron, these materials are swords, shields, and mirrors, in short, there are some miracles that are difficult to reproduce. ”

Li Yiqing gently closed his fingers and twisted it: "What's so wonderful about this thing?" ”

The black cat stretched out a sharp little claw, lightly touched the jade, the blue flame ignited silently, and with just one breath, the black cat annihilated it, and looked at the girl's fingers in silence.

After a while, it stretched out its claws again, cutting the little jade into two smaller pieces. Then it tilted its head, cut off a strand of her hair in Li Yiqing's slightly open eyes, and gently stuffed it into one of them.

Why don't you pluck your own hair?" The girl is much bolder now.

"I'm growing my body."

“.”

The black cat asked the girl to hold the unstuffed hair in her other hand, and the one wrapped in a ball of black hair, which was held up like a small ball, remained on the girl's index finger.

Then its blue eyes looked at it, and the spiritual fire was quietly lit under it.

Li Yiqing suddenly tightened her pupils!

Motionless, he looked at his fingers.

At that moment, this small ball-like jade ke disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of its existence, and at the same time, a small coldness fell on the girl's fingers.

Li Yiqing slowly moved his gaze to his other hand, opened it slightly, and the small ball wrapped in black hair lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

"Like water melting, as long as they are in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Xuan, they can travel freely without hindrance, and as long as the connection between the two Lingxuan levels is established, they will run towards each other." The black cat's calm voice sounded in the girl's ears, "This is the magical property naturally constructed by Xuan Qi, after dismantling this material thoroughly enough, the warlock can also use the most basic spirit Xuan to reproduce the same effect - of course, you have to be very talented." ”

"What are these materials used for?"

"Generally speaking, the Qi Dan Array is commonly used."

Li Yiqing was still a little silent: "Burning the Dan Refiner. When it takes time. ”

The black cat nodded: "Yes, array." ”

There is only one girl in the sect who is a Grandmaster Wu Xuan, and she is really a little unfamiliar with these spiritual things: "This material is very light to the touch, eighty catties of water Yang Yuke. It must be a big formation, where can it be deployed-"

She quickly remembered the question and answer she had just made - "Don't go to the backyard." ”

"I'll go to the back," said the black cat, "and stay at your lodgings, and don't move around until I return." ”

Li Yiqing opened his eyes: "You one. Are cats safe? I'll be with you. ”

The black cat was silent for a moment: "Thank you, but I want to try to ensure your safety before I see Pei Li." ”

“.” The girl's mood seemed to have been cut off at once.

She was quiet for a moment: "Then I just went to Yi Danjun's old residence to have a look, if the old servant comes to stop me, it will be easier for you to do it, and on the contrary, I can find something here." ”

“.”

The black cat looked at her without saying a word, and the girl also looked back without evasion, two pairs of different colors, but the same clear eyes reflected each other's reflections.

"Okay, then you can move in a quarter of an hour, and I'll try to keep him on my side." The black cat said, turned around and jumped out of the courtyard wall.

Li Yiqing pursed her lower lip and smiled lightly, but quickly retracted. Only then did she remember something, sat in the courtyard and pulled two mouthfuls of food, and then calmly rinsed her mouth and washed her hands, and went out with a small drawer.

In autumn, the big acacia is empty, and the mansion is empty and silent.

The girl put the drawer at the door, pressed the sword and went to the east courtyard again.

The rusty old wood, as always, is like a portal to the past in the quiet air.

The girl gently reached out and pressed it on the lock, then turned her head to look at the backyard.

I don't know what the black cat did, but there was really no more sound from behind.

Li Yiqing jumped in.

The courtyard is old and inside and out, and this small courtyard seems to have been forgotten here forever, and there is no trace of people entering and leaving. The furnishings in the courtyard have long been out of the habit of the old owner, and the girl walked under the eaves, and the cracked and faded pillars were solidified loess.

An old lock hung on the door again.

Li Yiqing came to the window and pushed it, and it had been latched from the inside, and she gently pressed her hand and shook it, breaking the thin wood that had already cracked inside. A house that no one keeps is always aging at a rapid rate.

The girl leaped in lightly and looked around.

Surprisingly, it was not a mess, but as neat and empty as a well-dressed room—the house had been carefully retracted after the owner's departure.

Different from the room where the clothes ended, this place is the same inside and out, not only there is no debris on the surface, but even there is nothing in the inner drawer of the cabinet, the emptiness does not look like it has been abandoned, but as if it has just been repaired.

There really is nothing.

In the bedroom, the table and cabinet can be seen at a glance, the bed is only a wooden shelf, and the other rooms are even less furniture.

The girl didn't expect that the old house with layers of padlocks turned out to be just an empty room, not to mention Yi Danjun, just based on the current appearance of this house, she couldn't even guess whether its old owner was a man or a woman.

Li Yiqing moved away from the last table with some disappointment and looked at the blocked ground.

This was the southernmost room, and beyond that was the courtyard of Yi Nandai, and the girl could not tell what it had been used for—perhaps it was a study, but now there was only one table left.

Nothing.

The ground was flat, and the girl even stepped on it in imitation of the script, and all she got was a heavy muffled sound.

I wanted to laugh for a while, although I have experienced a lot, but from a little junior sister who has done everything to become today's Jade Fei Shaozhang, in fact, it has only been half a year, and innocence always overflows from strange cracks - obviously I am the source of those stories, but I will still learn to be a "Jianghu person" like when I was a child.

But just as she was about to move back to the table, her gaze suddenly fell on the wall and froze.

The wall blocked by the table has a fresher color, so that the small difference is not covered by the dust of thirty years, but in the middle of the withered yellow wall, there is a piece that is not yellow, but not dry.

It's like twenty years less than the paint around.

Li Yiqing slowly squatted down and knocked lightly.

The empty voice fed back into her ears.

Li Yiqing was really stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect this method to really appear here, it was like a trick that a stupid kid who had read a martial arts script came up with, and even this quiet mansion seemed to be a little kind for a while.

She tapped lightly again, this time the soft and undispersed true qi penetrated into her fingers, and with a "bang", the rotten wall collapsed.

A dusty box was revealed.

Li Yiqing took it out, stroked the dust, put it on the table and slowly opened it.

Another pile of paper and ink.

It's just that it's not a book like the one in the drawer, but a series of notes of different sizes and shapes, and there are two books underneath, as if there is a scroll buried in it.

Li Yiqing picked up the floating one, was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what was in this box.

Love letters.

A lot of love letters.

"The eyebrows of the mountains and the eyes of the sea are as new at first sight; People say that I am Luoshen. ”

In such a short note, this relationship began with two subtle and decent submissions.

Li Yiqing looked at them one by one, these letters lasted nearly two years from the spring of Chilong Xinhai to the winter of Chilong Renzi, and gradually pieced together the beginning and end of this relationship.

In the spring of Chilong Xinhai, the chief shopkeeper of the Qiyun Chamber of Commerce of the Yijia family retired from illness, and a young woman temporarily came up to participate in the largest gathering in Xiangzhou City on his behalf.

No one has ever seen this woman, no one has ever seen such a cold temperament, in this gathering that has nothing to do with it, this female shopkeeper almost won the attention of the audience.

In the next ten days, Yi Danjun was still in charge of the Chamber of Commerce, ushered in many people, and received dozens of submissions, there were generous invitations, love poems to show off talents, and long pouring in these paper and ink.

Yi Danjun glanced at it a little more, but also ignored it.

Converts who did not receive a reply were never handed back again.

About a month later, Yi Danjun inspected the warehouse, and several paintings full of aura deeply attracted her eyes. She dug out the paintings that the person had come from for sale, looked at them one by one, and wrote down the name "Xitian".

So the next time, when the painter came to sell the paintings, Yi Danjun saw his true face.

Neither old nor spicy, nor juvenile, the man looks handsome, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is always ready to be pursed and looks sincere and gentle.

The two chatted for a long time, different from Yi Chengxin, who is hot on the outside and cold on the inside, Yi Danjun is actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside, at the end of this pleasant conversation, she finally couldn't help but smile and care about what good things happened to this newly made friend, why she always kept her mouth shut after a long time.

So the man was a little embarrassed to tell her the note he had handed her.

Yi Danjun was surprised and a little confused: "Mr. West, you have so many paintings. I didn't see that fasting either. ”

"Oh, I didn't take that thing, I took it at the time." The man was a little embarrassed, "Well, I think there's a fast. It's more elegant. ”

So Yi Danjun knew that what was mixed with the aura on the man's body was not so much old-fashioned as stupid.

After that, Yi Danjun did not mention this matter again, and the frequency of the West Tian came to hand over the painting more, and the two chatted for a while each time, and finally on the day of the beginning of autumn in the Xinhai year, the two talked about the autumn color painting skills, and the West Tian had the courage to invite the woman to the edge of the Xincang Mountain to watch him copy the autumn scene.

Yi Danjun agreed with a smile.

When he arrived on the mountain, Xi Tian laid paper and ink, and Yi Danjun watched from the side, but the man drew two strokes, but said that he had never moved the brush under people's noses, which was really uncomfortable, so Yi Danjun sat aside understandingly.

However, the man who looked like a dumb gentleman suddenly showed his clever ambition at this time—half an hour later, when the woman answered the call, the early autumn scene painted on it was only a background, and his really careful brushstrokes fell on the woman who was sitting and reading.

The man's exquisite painting skills do not need to be explained in any language, and all the colors and scenes in the painting are pouring into the woman's figure, which is not an autumn scene at all, it is clearly his careful premeditation.

Yi Danjun looked at the painting, looked down for the first time, and gently pursed his lips.

Xitian looked at the woman with a smile and inscribed the name of this painting on the painting - "Xinhai Autumn for Danjun".

(End of chapter)