After Li Yunxin sat alone in the forest for an hour, he stood up and began to walk slowly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's almost late autumn outside, but here the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Xiaoyun Mountain is a weird place. Avatars are limited, and the flow of time is different from elsewhere. This is no longer something that can be explained by "supernatural" - at least not by the "supernatural" of this world. Or is this the so-called method of celestial beings?

As he walked, he reviewed in his heart everything he had experienced in a short period of time after coming to this little cloud mountain.

When I first saw Su Yusong, this false saint behaved extremely kindly. It can even be said that he is the kindest person to himself among all the forces he has seen. As a saint in name, he does not show the slightest supernatural power. Speaking and acting politely, for a moment he almost felt that this person was really ...... I want to show favor to myself.

until they came to this temple in the forest.

The eight men showed him a cold and contemptuous attitude. It's not that he's angry because of this attitude. It's because, if Su Yusong really values himself and is so friendly as he shows, why should he let himself see the appearance of those eight people?

It doesn't look like an unintentional mistake, but more like a dismount.

Then, the false saint told himself a lot of "inside information". But Li Yunxin was still vigilant in his heart, so he didn't reveal his emotions too much.

Thus...... showed himself Liu Gongzan beyond Yunshan.

If it was an unintentional mistake before, then the meaning at this time is already very obvious. Su Yusong was slightly annoyed and showed himself the hostage in his hand.

Thinking of this, Li Yunxin sighed lowly.

Now that he is in this small cloud mountain, he can be regarded as being imprisoned in disguise. The other person has plenty of time and confidence to wait for him to give in. Perhaps because of his status as a "saint", he is more generous - so it is a "prostration". If you can't do it, you have to be a soldier.

As for what they want...... The information on the demon's side is a layer. More of it, it should be a clear jade Jane. Maybe...... And yourself as a person?

Or maybe it's some secret in yourself.

When he thought of this, he had unconsciously paced a short circle in the forest, and was approaching a bush with red fruits. The fruit is only the size of a finger's belly, delicate and beautiful, red and pleasing to look at. He casually reached out to pick it up and played.

Then he suddenly heard someone say, "Be careful, the dragon king, the fruit is poisonous." ”

Then the man who spoke came out from behind the tree—it was the willow.

Li Yunxin was not surprised by her arrival. After all, Su Yusong had already said that he would call "Miss Xiaoliu" to accompany him. It's just surveillance.

Of course, Su Yusong couldn't be inseparable from him, so he sent this little girl, who was also a Danqing Taoist priest and knew more about her methods.

Li Yunxin withdrew his hand and turned his face to look at her.

I saw that she had changed her clothes and carried a wooden box inlaid with brass skin. There is a slight smile on his face, and his hair is only combed in a bun. It's like a little girl traveling in spring.

Seeing that Li Yunxin didn't speak, Xin Xiliu jumped over a few dead trees and walked over: "How did the Dragon King talk just now?"

Li Yun thought for a while: "Not good. That's why I asked you to spy on me. I'm probably going to be here for a long time. ”

Xin Xiliu smiled again: "It's also a good thing - this is a good errand I look forward to." Before, the dragon king said that he didn't have much time, but now he has it. You can think about it here slowly, and then ...... Teach me slowly. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the wooden box in his hand: "I brought painting tools." Is the Dragon King going to go one more time, or is he going to relieve his boredom now?"

-- Li Yunxin will not use any "practice painting" to relieve boredom. But just as he was about to say no, he saw Xin Xiliu winking playfully at him.

Then my heart jumped slightly, and I remembered one thing.

Su Yusong had shown him supernatural powers before. Divine powers are forbidden here, but his means are somehow available. This means...... If Su Yusong wanted to see it, maybe there was a way to see what they were doing now and hear what they were saying now.

If Xin Xiliu is indeed a person from Mu Nanju, then it is difficult to say some secret words to himself. Maybe...... She's trying to communicate with herself in this way.

So he nodded and smiled: "Okay." ”

The two of them returned to the tree-lined grove and sat down at a small table.

Xin Xiliu opened the wooden box and took out a night pearl first. When it is placed in the lampstand on the table, it emits a soft light.

Then take out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the box one by one and place them on the table. Only then did he look at Li Yunxin: "Dragon King - there is nothing to say, nothing to see?"

Li Yunxin looked at her eyes, and when she remembered what she said to herself.

She said that she wanted to use the fact that she came to Yunshan to find a legitimate reason to go around. But now that she is by her side, there will be no room for movement. She wants ......

Li Yunxin narrowed his eyes, knowing in his heart.

As a person from Mu Nanju, Xin Xiliu wants to go everywhere. As a Freemason, she came to spy on herself, to try to get some words out of her mouth, to find some weaknesses. So...... But there is one thing, he has done something that can satisfy the purpose of both identities......

So he thought about it and sighed lowly: "It's okay." You...... Help me bring a painting to someone. ”

"Grinding. ”

Listening to his instructions, Xin Xiliu became happy - she was excited because she was "finally able to see the highest cultivator in the world".

So he took a little water and added it to the inkstone. He took another ink stick, pulled his sleeve with his left hand, and slowly grinded it up.

After a while, there was a full pool of thick ink in the inkstone. And Li Yunxin took a center at this moment, wet the pen in the pen wash, and reached out to rub it on the table.

The raw rice paper on the table was so nice to the touch that it reminded him of the old days. This once upon a time refers to the appearance of this life, when I was in a mountain village with my parents in this life.

In fact...... It's only been a few months. But now that I think about the past, it's like remembering a dream I had last night.

At that time, he still had a state of mind, and he just looked at many things, but he didn't have many feelings in his heart. For example, he knew that sometimes, when he was pretending to play in the garden, his mother, Shangguan Yue, would look at him under the porch with a wooden pillar that had been round and smooth over time—often half an hour at a glance.

He was ...... Know that the woman is because of "love". Perhaps there is another reason - the fear that the good times will pass away one day.

But he only knew it before.

Now...... But I felt a slight sour feeling in my chest.

But I didn't understand many things at the time, and thinking about it afterwards was like a dream in a fog. It has passed, and the past cannot be traced, so it can only be regretted.

At that time, I used this kind of paper to practice painting. And after he escaped from there, because he had become a demon and his mana was getting stronger and stronger, he hadn't touched such a thing for a long time.

He sighed lightly, and spat out the sudden sourness in his chest on the paper—and clicked it on the inkstone with the tip of his pen.

The snow-white tip of the pen immediately inhales the ink. He casually drew a sketch of the sword.

Only half of the blade was taken—as if poking out of a burst of snow-white mist, as thin as a cicada's wings. Even after watching it for a long time, I could still feel the sword blade trembling slightly, as if the next moment was about to be handed to my eyes.

Xin Xiliu held her breath and looked at Li Yunxin's every stroke without blinking.

He hooked the sword and thought of Li Chunfeng again. Li Chunfeng...... His biological father in this world.

In fact, my impression of him is probably deeper than that of Shangguan Yue. Before he escaped from the mountain village, he was taught by that man. He was actually born to speak, but in order not to be obtrusive, he still pretended to be a period of "babbling". Then he got tired of it and stopped going on - after the night he began to speak fluently.

I remember that Li Chunfeng smiled very happily at that time, and said that if it was really a Taoist, it was destined to be extraordinary.

It was supposed to be a pleasure. However, when he said this, he was silent again.

Li Yunxin didn't understand it at the time, but now he understands.

It's the Daozi...... Talented. But they had to live in seclusion in this mountain village with them, perhaps spending their lives in a mortal way. He and Shangguan Yue are both amazing and brilliant characters, how can they be willing to be like this for their children.

Later, they finally taught themselves some methods of Danqing painting, but they didn't explain too much to themselves about the cultivation world, and they rarely talked about the sidelines...... Probably because of this ambivalent mentality.

I am not willing to be buried, but I am also very afraid that one day, these skills will be used.

Now I want to ...... These two people.

It's the first time in this world that people really care about themselves.

It's just that they're all dead. He killed Qing Quantum in Weicheng. However......

It's not over yet.

Far from it.

He sighed a second time. Turn your wrist and turn the pen up. When he washed the pen just now, he left a few drops of water on the edge. Then he used the pen to quickly turn on the edge, and sucked the few drops of water into the edge of the pen. The ink on the tip of the pen seeped into the belly of the pen with the water, turning into light ink.

So he put down the pen again, and in front of the blade, he quickly hooked two strokes sideways with the belly of the pen.

And there was -- a pale ink scale, leaping onto the paper.

But the scales, which are almost triangular, are split. Just looking at the meaning of the painting, it seems to have been cut off by the blade of the sword that is as thin as a cicada's wings.

Shin Hoshiyanagimoto watched quietly on the side. Seeing this, he frowned slightly.

It's a big piece of paper. However, Li Yunxin's sword blade and scales only occupy a small part of the right side - there is still a lot of white space.

She couldn't understand what the Weishui Dragon King was going to say with this painting.

At this moment, Li Yunxin flicked his wrist again and shook the pen. As a result, most of the ink on the pen tip was thrown out. Next, I looked into the inkstone again—this time it was full of ink.

So...... The pen is very dry, and even slightly bifurcated.

But he didn't care. With a slight frown, he began to write on the left side of the paper. Xin Xiliu was already curious, so he looked more closely at this time. Seeing that the first line is-

Drink wine and be lenient with the gentleman.

And then there's the second line.

Human feelings are overturned like waves.

After writing these ten words, the ink was already very dry—the handwriting was like the fallen grass on the rock wall in the great drought years, and you could feel the gloomy and lonely meaning at a glance. When Li Yunxin wrote these two sentences, his brows were furrowed, and the pen was fast and sharp, and from Xiao Suo's loneliness, he gave birth to a three-point fierce anger.

He seemed to be angry.

Xin Xiliu took a soft breath and leaned back slightly.

Then Li Yunxin went to the inkstone and dipped it in ink, and continued to write the third and fourth lines-

Prime Minister Bai knows how to press the sword,

Zhu Menxianda laughed at the crown!

Xin Xiliu is a Danqing Taoist, but he also knows poetry. It's not everyone, but I can finally see the good and the bad. At first, she knew that Li Yunxin was the one who had the highest cultivation in painting at that time, because she ......

Li Yunxin's realm is the highest.

He is the true realm, and the Danqing Taoist priests on Yunshan are only the highest realm.

She knew that he was high, but she didn't know how accomplished he was in the technique of painting. I knew that Li Yunxin didn't have a serious inheritance when he was a teenager, and it was impossible for him to concentrate on this after becoming a demon. Therefore, I feel ...... He should be better than himself. But this is more because of his realm.

But now......

She sat at the table and frowned slightly, pursing her lips, not knowing what to say.

Magical powers are forbidden here. The paintings he made were just ordinary paintings. But it's just something like this, and it's accompanied by these four verses......

But it made her feel that the evil qi was overflowing, as if it was about to burst out from every stroke, and she was so shocked that she even felt a slight tingling in her lungs when she breathed!

Purely based on the technique of painting......

How can he be so strong?!

But look at these four lines of his poem. Judging from her limited knowledge, these four sentences are also excellent. Even if she can't really appreciate the deep meaning of each sentence, she can only take it literally...... A glimpse of the light.

These four lines of poetry are roughly about drinking with old friends, wanting to extinguish the resentment in their hearts. But even if you have known each other for many years until you are together, you must press the hilt of your sword to prevent him from harming you. And when he soars to the top, you expect him to promote and take care of you, but it is just to make people laugh.

She recited these four sentences again in her mind. I think the poems are excellent. But this poetry, this painting......

She was slightly stunned, and said in a low voice: "Dragon King...... Do you want to give it to Liu Gongzan?"

Li Yunxin was silent first--hanging the pen at the end of the fourth sentence, as if he wanted to continue writing, but hesitated.

Hearing her ask, I just smiled.

Xin Xiliu knew that this was a tacit acquiescence.

At this time, her mind was all attracted by this painting and this poem. After thinking about it for a while, his thin eyebrows frowned slightly: "These four sentences...... Naturally good. But there is something unfinished. Dragon King...... Isn't there any more to follow?"

Li Yunxin was silent for another moment. Suddenly, he used his fingers to break the pen in his hand and threw it on the ground.

"No more. He slowly stood up, stared down at the painting and looked at it again, before turning around and flicking his sleeves, "You will give it to Liu Gongzan on my behalf." ”