Li Yunxin threw his pen away, walked to a giant tree outside the forest house and stood down, his hands behind his back, as if he was looking into the distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, the light of the dome tilted slightly, shining through the gaps in the leaves, and was enveloping him in it.

So I saw the distance of greenery and mist. And this Li Yunxin's slender and upright figure was alone bathed in the pale golden skylight, lined with the tall and thick giant wood beside him that looked like the pillars of the giant god's palace...... The solemnity and grandeur formed a strong contrast with his personal sadness and gloom, as if a painting with strong colors was fixed in Xin Xiliu's heart.

At this moment, she suddenly felt ......

This so-called Weishui Dragon King, the demon of the world...... Perhaps better than most people, they know what love is.

But she hurriedly took a deep breath and shook her head gently, trying to expel this sudden feeling from her chest and focus only on the painting.

But I remembered the previous ...... When I first saw Li Yunxin, the devil's actions and smiles. A strange emotion crept through her heart. The reason why I say it is strange is because ...... Xin Xiliu knows very well that this feeling has nothing to do with "love". But since it has nothing to do with love, it's just that I have only met with this Li Yunxin for a few hours.

Why did you start slowly...... It's easy to be stirred up by him?

It's as if he's cursed!

She frowned at the thought in her heart. I feel that I may be thinking too much. After all...... For the first time, I saw a cultivator of the painting path outside the cloud mountain. And the skill is so profound. Therefore, it is reasonable to be shocked and amazed. Li Yunxin is extremely dangerous. He's—

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and whispered as if she had remembered something and was chatting inadvertently, "Dragon King...... Do you remember something sad?"

Although he doesn't have supernatural powers, after all, the cultivation of the physical body is still there. There was no sound in the forest except for the chirping of insects and birds, so Rao spoke softly and heard it clearly.

After listening to her words, Li Yunxin turned his face slightly to look at her after a while: "What can I be sad about." ”

He turned his face sideways, and a pale golden light hit his side face—well-defined and layered. It's so beautiful that it looks like a painting by the most brilliant Danqing Taoist priest - it looks like a mess.

This scene made Xin Xiliu's heart jump slightly. But she suppressed the jump again, took a deep breath, and hurriedly smiled to herself: "I thought the dragon king remembered the girls around him in the past." What Yin Xueruo, Bai Yunxin, Red Lady...... The dragon king played with them and made them sad—wouldn't he be sad when he thought about it?"

-- She didn't know why. When I said these words, I felt a little unhappy in my heart. He almost sat in silence with his mouth shut and never saw his face again.

I can't put it down!

After saying these words, she regretted it, and a heart suddenly lifted, as if it had not landed on the ground—but for a moment, she did not know why.

So, when I saw Li Yunxin's side face, a smile suddenly appeared.

Obviously, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. I don't know if it's because of his long, thick eyelashes that droop slightly, casting a faint shadow on his cheeks...... Suddenly, he felt that his smile was a little dim.

Bleak and ...... It's very lonely to look at.

"What do you mean by play? He smiled, but his voice was slightly sad. He squinted his eyes, looked at the sky, and sighed lightly, "The word lonely, take it apart...... The boy played in the shade of the melon field, and the small dogs in the alley chased the insects and butterflies. But this lively scene is someone else's, and it has nothing to do with me. This is loneliness. Nobody understands me...... No one accompanied. At times like these...... I'm really tempted to grab something. ”

His voice was light and clear. Like the sound of green leaves falling in the bright summer sunshine in the long summer...... It's like the crackling sound of a warm winter fire. It sounds gentle and sad, as if he will be shocked when he breathes heavily.

"Many people say heartfelt things and make vows on many occasions. Then the years passed, the words were forgotten, the oaths were broken...... The world said he was playing. Li Yunxin said as he slowly turned around. His cheeks were hidden in the shadows, glowing with cold. The other half of his cheeks were bathed in golden light, warm and soft to the heartbreak, "But when those mountain alliances and sea oaths are spoken...... How can others know that it is not sincere? ”

"O lonely man, like a drowning man. He would be tempted to grab everyone around him and tell him to break free. He'd be tempted to find someone to share with him - whether that person would be a good fit or not...... It's not something that a drowning dying person would think about. ”

"Will such a thing ...... Say it's playing. Don't you think it's cruel to say? ”

Xin Xiliu's hanging heart suddenly fell. This fall...... It seems that it has been falling in the sea of snowy mountains, stirring up something. Soft emotions slowly surged through her chest. She took a deep breath and forced them down again.

But after all, some kind of subtle emotion reappeared in my heart - as if a slight surprise and relief were mixed together. It's a little soft and sour.

It was this emotion that drove her to say a word: "In this way, the dragon king treats them sincerely...... It only then decided that it was not appropriate and separated? Sounds like ...... There is affection and righteousness. ”

Li Yunxin smiled again, and there was sadness in his smile: "Then Yin Xueruo...... When I met her, I had just arrived in Weicheng, so I was lonely. ”

"She fell in love with me and came to be there for me every day. Why don't I love her? Can...... Later, he died tragically. Do you know who it is?"

Xin Xiliu opened her mouth. But after a pause, he just said, "Know something." ”

"So you know what happened to the man. Li Yunxin sighed, "Killing him, whether it's for myself or her, who can tell." There is the red lady again...... And with sincerity to me. ”

He smiled sadly: "I am a lonely person. Why don't you want to be sincere to her? However, I was with her monarch Dongtingjun...... There are still grudges. I'm ...... again. I can't bear to put her in a dilemma!"

"So you know there's another sentence...... Letting go is the last tenderness I give you. ”

When Li Yunxin said this, his brows furrowed slightly. In Xin Xiliu's eyes, this slightly frowning brow seemed to mean a painful emotion.

Because of this, she was stunned for a moment - the first time she heard such words, she was a little stupid for a while. I just think this is a clever and beautiful thing to say, but it is indeed sad and helpless. Would love to ...... Listen again.

But they don't know what to say. I actually regretted asking about Li Yunxin's sad things.

However, Li Yunxin closed his eyes slightly and let out a sigh: "Bai Yunxin...... Who do you think she is? ”

"The proud daughter of the King of Jinpeng has walked the world for thousands of years. Is this my ...... A lonely soul and a ghost-like person can be matched. She gave me the emotion that I ...... Don't dare to ask for it. ”

His eyelashes trembled slightly as he said this, and he suddenly turned his back.

There was silence for a while before he shook his head and laughed. It's just that at this time, the voice is already hearty and crisp, and there is no longer half a point of desolation.

"Hah...... Just talking and playing. It's all play—" he laughed, but didn't look back, "I'll scare you." ”

But Xin Xiliu didn't smile.

Instead, he sighed even more.

Miserable, desolate, and lonely people are pitiful. But...... is sad and desolate, but even these emotions are not easy to express, and people who have to hide them with laughter seem to be more pitiful.

Li Yunxin...... What kind of person is it?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look down at the four lines of poetry that Li Yunxin had inscribed on the painting before-

Drink wine and be lenient with the king,

Human feelings are overturned like waves.

Prime Minister Bai knows how to press the sword,

Zhu Men Xianda laughed and played the crown.

The strong emotions hidden in these four lines are almost breaking through the page! Who can write such a poem...... What kind of perception and what kind of emotions should there be!

Li Yunxin...... What kind of person is it??

She finally couldn't help but ask, "These four sentences...... Was it the Dragon King's work?"

Li Yunxin was silent for a while, and did not look back: "Oh." ”

He answered first. After a full three breaths, he wrote lightly: "The poetry of others." I copied it. ”

Xin Xiliu pursed her lips.

Such verses should be quite famous in the world. Xuanmen accepts the worship of the world. This offering is not only gold and silver utensils, but also delicacies. There are also poetic articles.

Poetry and essays are one of the most brilliant treasures of the secular world. When humanity prospers, the country is prosperous, and the people are safe, there will be magnificent articles handed down to the world -- this is enough to show the great achievements of Xuanmen in shepherding the world. Therefore, the secular dynasty will make every effort to collect the best poems and articles in the world and offer them together.

Practitioners live a long life. Such things are naturally one of the few useful pastimes for them, so they have more time and leisure to appreciate them.

However...... Xin Xiliu has never heard of such an excellent four sentences.

He...... Before, he hid the pain in his heart with a sudden smile. Now he has consistently thrown these four straightforward sentences to a non-existent "bystander".

...... He is such a Li Yunxin.

So she stopped talking. Sitting at the small table, he slowly put away the scroll, and put it into the wooden box preciously, before he was silent for a while: "Dragon King...... Tell me something else. ”

"Tell me something about how you learned to draw?"

-- So in the next hour, Li Yunxin told her a lot of things about her "learning to paint".

His language and demeanor were flat. However, this blandness, if you observe it with your heart and look at it carefully, you can see that it is the result of deliberate repression.

And what he said was also bland and uneventful. However, a smart person like Xin Xiliu can also hear that it has actually been through the vicissitudes of life, and then slowly flooded onto the beach like the tide after a storm. It seems to be a kind of calmness after a vigorous explosion -- it is impossible for a person who does not have fiery emotions in his chest to have such a sense and calmness.

After such an hour, this Danqing Taoist priest's heart seemed to be full of entanglements and doubts.

The Li Yunxin in front of him is indeed very different from the Li Yunxin in the world.

He actually ...... He is a person who attaches great importance to affection and cherishes his feelings. The tragic fate and the rough world made him have to bury a lot of emotions deep in his heart and cover himself up with a cold and cunning mask.

There is actually evidence.

For example, he praised Liu Gongzan - the people around him came and went, but Liu Gongzan, who was not surprising, always occupied a place in his heart. This has long been illustrated...... He was indeed a man of heart. It's just that many people ignore this.

――When Xin Xiliu left with the wooden box and the picture scroll in the box, he thought so.

Her figure eventually disappeared into the forest. And the sky slowly dimmed.

Li Yunxin was still sitting alone in the forest house, and through a little gap in the dense canopy in front of him, he could see that the dome of this space was slowly turning from blue to orange.

After looking at it for a quarter of an hour, he suddenly shook his head and chuckled.

These people. It's weird.

Always...... Be confident in yourself.

For example, this spicy willow.

Li Yunxin couldn't see it--after seeing this Xin Xiliu and slightly confirming her identity, he decided to slowly break through her mental defenses and get something from her mouth. This should have been a little tougher. No matter how clever his methods are and how powerful his charm is, it is difficult to make a person who is sane and already vigilant lose his mind in a short period of time.

He may be able to use more radical means to get the person to reveal his heart for a short time, but that is not a long-term solution, and will be noticed later, and the consequences will be endless.

But the magic thing is that - no matter who this Xin Xiliu is - she is also trying to play her own mind.

When Li Yunxin saw her for the first time, he noticed a strange emotion in his heart. Then he quickly found the source of the strangeness. This Xin Xiliu is actually very much like a person.

-- The low-profile version of the painting is saint.

Legend has it that the appearance of the painting saint is beautiful and unparalleled in the world. And the appearance of this spicy willow can be regarded as a flower and a moon.

Painting saint is the supreme painting of the Tao, and it is one of the "fellow Taoists" that Li Yunxin can count in this world. And this Xin Xiliu is also a Danqing Taoist, and he showed "cordial" to him when they met him for the first time.

Legend has it that the temperament of the painting saint is quite strong, but Li Yunxin is looking for the clues she left in the world, and realizes that this strong painting saint actually has a lively and jumping side in his personality. And this Xin Xiliu, when dealing with the withered cicadas, is also the same, calling herself a "demon girl" and not caring about it.

Such a smart and beautiful, righteous and evil little girl, and has a lot of connections with Li Yunxin...... Isn't it just a low-profile version of the painting saint!

Her appearance in front of her in such a face was by no means a coincidence, but the result of intentional arrangement.

The purpose is clear - someone once designed to use the painting saint to break his own forgetfulness. Now...... I also plan to use this spicy willow to make myself give birth to other emotions. This woman, in fact, was quietly luring him into the urn.

So...... In the case that the woman also took the initiative to cooperate half-pushed and half-on-the-spot.

If he can't do anything more......

What kind of devil is Li Yunxin.

I really hope that this Xin Xiliu will meet a good talent when he meets his opponent in chess. "Fake drama is really done" such a thing...... It can also be joyful and comforting.

Li Yunxin repeated these words three more times in his heart. I directly felt that I suppressed the last bit of uneasiness in my heart, and then closed my eyes.

The forest grew darker and darker—his first night in Xiaoyun Mountain had arrived.