"Knock knock~"

"Come in. Pei Zhuo replied without raising his head.

Qianyue pushed open the door, and was stumped by the drawing paper all over the ground at the first step, "This ...... You painted it?"

Pei Zhuo put down the pen, moved his wrist and told her, "The first time I touched painting, I didn't have enough talent to make up for it." Don't worry, give me a little more time, and I'll be able to copy an identical picture soon. ”

Qianyue endured it and said as tactfully as possible, "So many abstract and freehand little heads, it's really hard for you." ”

"No, I've already found my senses. ”

"But it's been three months before you find the feeling, isn't it a little delayed?"

"Really?" Pei Zhuo took the pen for a moment, thought for a while and said, "Then you go and rest for a while, you must be very tired just out of the customs, don't worry about me, okay, I'll call you." ”

"Alas!" Qianyue sighed heavily, raised her feet and walked into the room, her heart moved, and the drawing paper all over the ground was suddenly rolled up by flames.

"Oh, what are you doing!" Pei Zhuo was angry and anxious, "This is all my hard work, my artwork!"

"Let me come, and you can practice in private when you have time. She snatched the paintbrush, pushed the person to the side, pulled out a clean piece of paper, and quickly copied it.

Pei Zhuo stood unhappily on the sidelines, still immersed in the accident and pain of the destruction of the artwork, until the portrait on her painting paper gradually took shape.

"it, have you practiced?"

Qian Yue's eyes dimmed, and she sighed softly, "A long time ago. ”

In the days before the moon of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge flowers, it was rare to reconcile the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but it was a pity that the heart was wrongly paid and finally stained with blood.

"Tut-tut...... Good people are always better than you think. ”

"Less nonsense, is the lantern ready?"

"I'm good at that, and I've already tied it up. Pei Zhuo took out a lantern woven of bamboo strips from the house, "Look, is it exactly the same?"

Qian Yue glanced at it distractedly and questioned, "This seems to be an ordinary bamboo strip, is it flame-resistant?"

"It should be fine, just carve a few more runes on it. Pei Zhuo put down the lantern and complained, "You don't know, I don't have the right materials for wearing lanterns. I found a large circle nearby, and only ordinary bamboo can be cut and used. ”

"Okay. She let it go gently, dropped the last stroke, straightened up, and said, "Put the paint on it." ”

"Okay~"

The two of them prepared the lanterns and left the Flower Realm to return to the foot of Xibi Mountain.

Shanxiafang City is still lively, and Confucian cultivators in green shirts or holding scrolls can be seen everywhere, but I didn't see those two demon cultivators after looking for a big circle.

"Isn't it already gone?"

Qianyue shook her head, "You can still sense the prohibition, it must be nearby." ”

"Maybe I'm tired of playing and going crazy elsewhere. ”

"Quite possibly. Qianyue put away her thoughts and said to Pei Zhuo, "Do business first, and then look for the two of them later." ”

"Good!"

So, the two waited until it was dark in Shanxiafang City before detouring to the mountain again.

"This is it, let's put the lanterns. ”

"Okay. Pei Zhuo immediately took out the lantern, and according to Cen Ling's original appearance, he lit it with real fire and slowly released it, "Do you think he will come?"

"Definitely. Qianyue said confidently, "Maybe he thought it was haunted." ”

"Hahaha. Thinking of the spiritual cultivator's stunned look, Pei Zhuo couldn't help laughing, "Maybe I thought it was a ghost." ”

"You restrain a little, after all, people are powerful and powerful, be careful of being jealous. ”

Someone instantly restrained his smile and asked cautiously, "Judging from the attitude that night, Xie Yu is indeed not very easy to speak. Are you sure what to do if you can't run later?"

"Don't worry, we're just here to ask him the truth, what can we do?" Qian Yue waved her hand calmly, "By the way, have you prepared the Shadow Stone?"

"Hide in a tree, just the right angle!"

"Well, that's good. Turning back and recording the words of his killing of the Cen family's father and daughter and the disciples of the Xingtian Sect, the future will have nothing to do with us. ”

"Hey!" Pei Zhuo said a few more words, and a cold wind suddenly blew in the forest, and he immediately raised his vigilance and became vigilant.

Today's Xie Yu is also wearing a cyan cloth shirt, even if his eyebrows and eyes are a little resentful, he can't hide the strong smell of pen and ink and books.

"I took the liberty of inviting my seniors over, because I wanted to ask for advice. Qianyue smiled and spoke, and went straight to the point without unnecessary nonsense.

"Is that you?" Xie Yu's eyes darkened slightly, remembering that when the fool asked him three months ago, there were exactly these two people in the portrait.

"Huh?" The sudden questioning made the two of them slightly stunned, what is the situation?

"Heh! It's a disciple of Xingtian Sect again. Xie Yu sneered, "It's really looking for death!"

"We're not!" the two played the tacit understanding of their teammates, and denied it in unison at the critical moment.

"Hmph, don't quibble, aren't the snake demon and the rabbit demon your spirit beasts?"

"Fuyu?"

"Fuyu?"

"What happened to them?" Qianyue's face turned cold, and she asked in a solemn voice.

"Not dead yet. Xie Yu seemed to suddenly think of something, his face darkened suddenly, the scroll quickly unfolded, and he said viciously, "I accepted you first, I don't believe that I can't handle that snake demon!"

"Hey, wait a minute—"

The accident happened too quickly, and before the two had time to complete their original plan, they were swept into a pure white world by Xie Yu.

It was a dazzling white light that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes, and it wasn't until a few moments later that the surrounding scenery became clear again.

Flowers, rockeries, clear springs, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions are all unfolded in front of your eyes, and you can't smell the fragrance of pen and ink in the garden until your consciousness is fully restored.

"Where is this?" Pei Zhuo asked vigilantly.

Qian Yue thought about the scroll used by spiritual cultivation and guessed, "Maybe it's his scroll, the spiritual treasure of Confucian cultivation is different, not to mention that the other party is from a spiritual cultivation background." ”

"So what do we do now?"

"Let's go around first, I don't know what he got us in. Qianyue pondered for a moment, and then said, "But before you figure out the situation, don't destroy every grass or tree here." ”

"Hmm!" Pei Zhuo responded cautiously.

However, in the next moment, a loud smashing sound came from next door.

The two of them looked at each other, "What is it?"

"Let's go and have a look. Qianyue licked the corners of her mouth, and I have to say that she was a little nervous.

The two men walked cautiously in the direction from which the sound came, and after passing through two arches, they came to the front of an extraordinarily spacious room.

Countless broken Xuan pens, smashed inkstones, and torn scrolls were scattered at the door, and there was a "pop" sound, and the fine blue and white porcelain was shattered at the feet of the two.

"Hmph, if you want to lock the soul of this king, you are a well-fitting spiritual monster and a little tender. If I can't get out, I'm going to ruin your hard work and make you miserable!"

"Fuyou !!"

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