In a pavilion wing room in Yunxian Pavilion, a handsome young man in a green shirt has a shallow smile on his face, standing with his hands in his hands, and is looking up at a picture of a lady with strong ink.

In the painting, the woman is dressed in a light white gauze, leaning on the painting hall, with a light Luo small fan in her hand half covering her delicate face, although her appearance is slightly immature, there is a unique charm and charm hidden in it between her eyebrows and eyes.

There was a "squeak" behind him, as if someone had pushed the door in.

The young man in the green shirt moved his fingers and said softly: "Brother Bai, I have come from afar, and I have worked hard." ”

The person who came took off the hat, rubbed his shoulders with his hands and moved his muscles, squinted his eyes, and said politely: "Where is it, Kong Gongzi is hard." ”

Then, the visitor's eyes were also attracted by the picture of the lady, he only glanced at it, and then praised without hesitation: "Although he is a rough man, he can also see that this painting is really wonderful, and he has been to Yunxian Pavilion for a long time, and he didn't expect that there are such painters in this pink building." ”

The young man in the green shirt slowly stretched out his hand, carefully felt the delicate feeling and ink rhyme from the surface of the painting paper, and said with a smile: "There are many paintings like this in the Red Pink Building." ”

"Oh?" the man called Brother Bai raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "I wonder who the person in this painting is?"

"The master can't be called, it's just the writer of a pink list. The boy in the green shirt sighed lightly and said abruptly: "As for this writer, it is quite in line with his name, the surname is 'Yan', and the name is 'Xunhua', haha." When the pavilion owner heard about this name, he thought that guy was a talent, and at first glance he was a person who had a lot of experience in finding flowers and asking willows, so he handed over the most talked-about pink list to him. ”

"Yan Xunhua has never disappointed since he took up the pen, I heard that he once carried a bamboo basket stuffed with a picture scroll on his back and leaned on a pair of feet to search for people on the pink list, carefully painted a portrait for them, and brought them back to the pavilion. These portraits are these portraits of ladies. The boy in the green shirt praised him, and then laughed: "But ...... Brother Bai, you also know, not all the women on the list are willing to sell our Yunxian Pavilion a face, not to mention that Yan Xunhua is just a small writer. ”

Therefore, those girls who are only hearsay but do not have a glimpse of their true faces can only rely on imagination to sketch a face for them. ”

The white brother touched his nose, and a hint of amusement appeared in his heart, and he seemed to see the appearance of a young man running around but always hitting a wall.

It is true that it is not an ordinary and easy task to depict the strange women on the pink list one by one, counting the top ten people, the best ones to see are probably the Kyoto Oiran, Jiangnan Oiran and Langya's Xun Wushuang, and the rest of the people are not easy to mess with. If Yan Xunhua did something out of the ordinary for the sake of seeking one, it was really possible that his life would be in danger.

But...... The white brother frowned, and then looked up at the picture of the lady, and faintly could smell the faint fragrance of ink, as if it had not been too long since the painting was completed. What's more, the leader on the pink list only changed hands earlier, and now the one who occupies the title of the first beauty in the world is the third king of Tianxin Sect.

Could it be that the person in this painting is?

The boy in the green shirt turned his head sideways, as if he saw the visitor's question, showed the folding fan in his hand, and replied with a smile: "Yes, this painting is our Ming Wang, Lord Qin, girl." ”

The visitor laughed and said, "If the eldest sister sees this painting, she will definitely beat that Yan Xunhua severely!"

The young man in the green shirt was noncommittal, turned his head and continued to look at the picture of the lady, and continued to tell the story of Yan Xunhua: "A few days ago, I heard that there was another peerless beauty in the world, Qin Luofu, Yan Xunhua did not hesitate to set foot in the eventful Tai'an, and then, some regrettable things happened. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Brother Bai, you really don't know?"

The visitor was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

The young man in the green shirt froze slightly, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, his tone a little gloomy: "It seems that the Great Venerable doesn't fully trust us, he ...... I'm still hiding something. ”

"What do you mean?" the man who was called Brother Bai was confused, looking even more puzzled.

The young man in the green shirt sighed, took off the picture of the lady, gently turned it over on the table beside him, and said like this: "After Yan Xunhua came back, the whole person became a little abnormal, talking to himself for a long time, and he would let out a terrible scream at night, and he would jump around in the Yunxian Pavilion. After that, his spirit became more and more emaciated, and he became more and more crazy, and now it was difficult for him to communicate with people normally. ”

The young man in the green shirt showed an unbearable expression, and his eyes were full of pity: "In desperation, Yunxian Pavilion can only remove him from the writer's list, and this pink building will soon change hands." ”

"How did he become like this?" the man couldn't help but ask.

"Who knows?" the boy in the green shirt shook his head, pointed to the back of the picture of the lady, and said, "Brother Bai, look." ”

The man stepped forward, and when he looked closely, his eyes widened in vain, and a chill ran down his spine, and a chill followed.

It was a very obscure wolf in hiding.

Behind the heavy color and thick ink of the lady's picture, through the back of the paper, it seems to form a black trace. And the silhouette formed by this black trail is the shadow of a wolf walking in the mountains and forests, looking back at the back.

Wolf Gu said to look back and look back, and his body did not turn.

The front can be bitten, the back can be reversed, and the left and right are suspicious.

The man hurriedly turned his head away, not daring to look again.

"Brother Bai, do you understand this?" the young man in the green shirt smiled bitterly, carefully put away the scroll, and put it aside.

The man calmed down a little, but still replied in shock: "Master Kong, you mean...... Then Yan Xunhua has become like this, it has something to do with the King of Fudo Ming?"

The young man in the green shirt muttered: "I have heard that greedy wolves are good at manipulating people's hearts and eroding their minds, and when Yan Xunhua entered Beijing, it happened to be the time when the Tianxin Sect and the Sikong clan planned a big plan. Thinking about it, Yan Xunhua must have seen something that shouldn't be seen, and this will end up like this. And after he returned to Yunxian Pavilion, what he muttered in his mouth was 'wolf'. ”

The only person in the world who can be called a wolf and make people so frightened is the King of Fudo.

That white brother understood this truth, but there was one thing he still didn't understand, since Yan Xunhua saw something that shouldn't be seen, why didn't King Fudo Ming directly kill him? And what is it, King Fudo Ming even has to hide it from them?

So the man asked the question.

The boy in the green shirt just shook his head and muttered, "Who knows? Maybe it's inconvenient to do it at that time......

The man was speechless for a moment, or rather, he didn't know what to say, so he had to bow his head and remain silent.

After a while, he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, sorted out his thoughts a little, removed the frightening topic, and talked about the business he was going to do on this trip: "By the way, Gongzi Kong, before coming on this trip, I am bringing a word for King Fudo Ming, we have arranged everything properly, and then, it depends on Gongzi Kong, you ......"

The young man in the green shirt nodded, shook the folding fan lightly, and smiled: "I guessed that you would come today, it has been arranged, just wait for a time, and the wisher will take the bait." ”

"That's fine, I'll leave here and don't bother Mr. Kong. ”

The man threw his hand at him, turned around and picked up the hat on the table, and tried to push the door out.

"Brother Bai, you came from afar, don't you rest here? The fine wine here, but the fine wine sent from the Western Regions is more precious than that from the capital. The boy in the green shirt stared at the man's back and suddenly asked.

The man's footsteps froze, and he looked back and smiled: "I remember that Brother Kong has always loved tea, so he shouldn't drink alcohol, right?"

The young man in the green shirt knocked on the table, shook his head and said, "I like tea, but what are the things in these cups...... If you do something differently, you will drink differently. ”

"It makes sense, then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate. The man heard the wine, and resolutely put away his steps and walked back.

The young man in the green shirt took a wine gourd from his waist, stretched out his hand and shook it, and sighed: "This wine is actually a gift from Yan Xunhua, I wanted to drink a cup with Brother Yan, but now he is ...... I'm not in the mood to drink anymore. ”

"However, we can listen to the story told by Brother Yan. ”

The man was stunned, a little confused.

A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the young man in the green shirt, he slowly walked to the window, gently pushed the window door open, narrowed a pair of beautiful eyes, and looked at the bustling crowd at the first place, his gaze was long.

As the windows were pushed open, the rippling breeze hit and there was a burst of noise, making the originally quiet private room seem to become a bustling city in an instant.

Outside the window, there are many buildings, the sound of the piano is curling, the fragrant wind is gusting, and the petals of the sky are spinning, churning, rising and falling in the air;

The boy in the green shirt slowly closed his eyes, his face was pleasant, as if he was enjoying this hard-won truth in the world.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting, "Wolf, wolf."

Then there was another burst of laughter.

After being ridiculed, the man seemed to be angry, only to hear him scold angrily: "Do you know how Xiaoyao Tang offended the Heavenly Heart Sect?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly boiled, and people began to shout "Tell me".

......

The boy in the green shirt opened his eyes, and for some reason, the scenery in front of him became more and more hazy. His chest twitched, he froze for a moment, then sighed deeply.

Looking at the noisy crowd, he suddenly whispered: "Brother Yan, I'm sorry, if I can wait until the day you regain your senses, I will definitely invite you to have a good drink, and then ask for a painting for Xiaocha." This painting, full of camellias, red and delicate, white and pure, like fire and snow, will definitely be more beautiful and immortal than the one you left behind. ”

"But ......"

He smiled self-deprecatingly again.

"I don't think I can wait for that day......"

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