Groggy and in a trance, Xiao Xiaobai felt as if he had a dream, a dream that seemed to be composed of intermittent fragments, as if telling a story from a long time ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this story, Xiao Xiaobai saw the most pictures, which was a gentle and elegant man in a long shirt, from his youth to his middle age, in the antique study, he always liked to write, paint, and even know how to draw talismans. And the blood-colored cheongsam and gorgeous beauty always accompanied him, with red sleeves and fragrance, watching him quietly.

The blood-colored cheongsam and gorgeous beauty called the man the young master, and the man called her Yanling.

Their lives seemed to be peaceful and simple, until one day, a Taoist came to their senses. That's right, it was Ling Feng Imperial Sword, who came to their residence like an immortal.

It was a wonderful and fierce battle, in order to protect the gorgeous beauty of the blood-colored cheongsam, the man in the long robe died under the sword of the Taoist, but he also relied on the powerful spirit rune and the inkstone brush two magic weapons to severely damage the Taoist.

The gorgeous beauty of the blood-colored cheongsam was grief-stricken and indignant, and her whole body burned like blood, fused with the brush, turned into a blood-colored jade-like brush, passed through the chest of the seriously injured Taoist, and killed him.

The dream came to an abrupt end, and Xiao Xiaobai, who was full of excitement, woke up.

Yes.. Xiao Xiaobai, who instinctively wanted to get up, just sat up, he felt weak and weak, as if he was seriously ill, and the dull pain in his chest made him frown and let out a low moan of pain.

"What's going on?" Xiao Xiaobai, who was frowning and muttering in a daze, looked down at his chest, and immediately saw the torn and blood-stained clothes on his chest, and hurriedly reached out to lift the clothes, only to see that a freshly healed wound on his chest was very conspicuous.

Looking at the wound, Xiao Xiaobai's eyes couldn't help but flicker: "I remember that before I fell unconscious, there seemed to be a cool energy escaping out of my mind, surging towards my chest, it should have made the wound on my chest heal." ”

"By the way, the ghost pen." Xiao Xiaobai, who muttered in a low voice, looked up and swept his gaze, and immediately saw the brush on the ground on the side that was still stained with dark red bloodstains, and the barrel of the pen had regained black. In the dream that Xiao Xiaobai dreamed of in a daze before, the inkstone and the brush of the man in the long robe were called ghost inkstone and ghost pen respectively. Now it seems that it should be the black inkstone and the iron-like brush that I got one after another.

Xiao Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and reached out to pick up the brush on the ground, and almost at the same time, the brush flashed like a blood-colored light, and a blood light escaped and turned into a beautiful woman in a blood-colored cheongsam on the side, but at this moment her figure was already very illusory.

Syllable.. Xiao Xiaobai, who shook his hand, almost instinctively put the ghost pen in his hand on the ground.

"You.. Are you still there?" Xiao Xiaobai couldn't help but glare, looking at the beautiful woman in the blood-colored cheongsam with some anger.

Looking at Xiao Xiaobai's appearance, the beautiful woman in the blood-colored cheongsam with a slightly complicated expression smiled: "What? Do you really want me to disappear completely? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, because I am the spirit of the ghost pen, unless the ghost pen is really destroyed, I am immortal." ”

"Machine Spirit?" Xiao Xiaobai, who looked at the beautiful woman in the blood-colored cheongsam in surprise, couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What the hell is going on? Aren't you going to kill me? Why am I okay? Why don't you do it anymore?"

When the beautiful woman in the blood-colored cheongsam heard this, she was a little depressed and helpless: "Because I have already recognized you as the master, I naturally can't do anything to you anymore." ”

"Recognize the Lord?" Xiao Xiaobai was even more surprised, he recognized the Lord silently, how did he recognize it?

"Hmph, boy, if you don't have such a powerful treasure in your body, how can you let me recognize you as a weak guy?" The beautiful woman in the blood-colored cheongsam looked at Xiao Xiaobai's expression, and suddenly snorted coldly and said a little unwillingly.

"Treasure Talisman, Could it be the inheritance crystal ball of the Great Immortal?" Thinking of the cool energy he felt before he fell unconscious, Xiao Xiaobai, whose eyes flashed, slowly reacted, and couldn't help but reach out again to pick up the ghost pen on the ground, feeling the inexplicable intimate spiritual connection between himself and the ghost pen, his eyes narrowed slightly: "It seems that he should really recognize the master." ”

The beautiful woman in the blood-colored cheongsam said angrily: "Of course you really recognize the Lord, can this be fake?"

"Huh.." Looking up at Xiao Xiaobai, who was looking at the beautiful woman in the blood-colored cheongsam, he couldn't help but smile: "Yanling, you have already recognized me as the master, and it will be polite to me in the future." Otherwise, as the owner of the ghost pen, I can erase you as a machine spirit. ”

"Yan Ling, since the young master died, no one has called me by my name for a long, long time," Yan Ling, a beautiful woman in a blood-colored cheongsam, sighed with a slightly sad expression.

Xiao Xiaobai was stunned when he saw this, and then pouted: "Pretend to be pitiful with me? Do you think that I will be soft-hearted in this way? Even if I wipe you out, I should be, right?"

"If you can really die, it would be good," Yan Ling looked at Xiao Xiaobai with a bitter smile and said, "Do you know how painful it is to be trapped in the ghost pen, dark, lonely, lonely, and even the passage of time has become blurred? ”

Xiao Xiaobai, who was a little speechless for a while, really felt that Yan Ling was a little pitiful and pathetic.

Instead, Yan Ling laughed a little wantonly: "Ah.. I was finally able to come out of the ghost pen and feel the outside breath again. Even if it is wiped out immediately, there will be no regrets. ”

"It's just that, boy, with your little bit of Taoism, your soul is not as strong as mine, even if you are lucky enough to become the master of the ghost pen, can you erase me?"

Xiao Xiaobai, who was stunned when he heard the words, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "An old immortal old woman, look down on me, right? You wait, when I become strong in cultivation, and even condense the Yuan Shen in the future, I don't believe that I can't deal with your little machine spirit." ”

"You scold me for being an old woman who doesn't die?" Yan Lingmei looked at Xiao Xiaobai with beautiful eyes.

Xiao Xiaobai also glared at her back: "What? Is what I said wrong? You are an old woman who never dies, an old woman, a dead woman, an old slut who does not die, how about it?"

"Huh.. Good scolding, good scolding," the glamorous spirit, who came back to his senses, suddenly burst out laughing.

Seeing this, Xiao Xiaobai was a little dumbfounded, this woman has been crazy for too long in the ghost pen, right?

"Ahem. . . Don't laugh, it's so ugly!" Seeing that Yan Ling didn't laugh anymore, Xiao Xiaobai frowned.

"Huh.." Yan Ling, who laughed a few more times, slowly stopped laughing and turned to sit down beside Xiao Xiaobai, leaned on him and chuckled: "Are you still blaming me for making a move on you before? Don't be so stingy! Master!"

That call made Xiao Xiaobai goosebumps all over his body, and he moved to the side uncomfortably, and then frowned and looked at Yan Ling: "What are you doing?"

"I see that you don't have a good relationship with that young master, don't you and me have a good relationship? You didn't hesitate to incarnate into a machine spirit for him and killed that Taoist priest. I didn't expect it to be like this, and it was so frivolous and casual," Xiao Xiaobai continued angrily.

Yan Ling couldn't help but sneer: "For him to incarnate into a machine spirit, do you think I'm for him?"

"Isn't it?" Xiao Xiaobai asked with a frown.

"No, I'm for myself, if I don't want to kill that Taoist priest, he won't let me go," Yan Ling said with a little excitement: "You know what? I don't care about his life or death at all, it's better if he dies, he should have died a long time ago." ”

Xiao Xiaobai couldn't help frowning and said, "No, what is your relationship?

"What's the relationship?" Yan Ling looked at Xiao Xiaobai with a smile and said, "Master, do you know what I used to do? I am Sister Yao, singing and laughing to accompany men to have fun." Later, the young master took a fancy to me and helped me redeem myself. But to put it bluntly, I'm just a plaything he bought. Even when I died, he refused to let me go, restrained my soul, and turned me into a ghost to accompany him. ”

Is there such a perverted person? Xiao Xiaobai was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes flashed and said, "He should do this because he loves you too much, right?"

"Love me, he's just using me as a stand-in," Yan Ling laughed to herself, her expression full of sadness.

Stand-in? Xiao Xiaobai frowned slightly when he heard this, and he was a little disapproving. From the fragments in the dream, Xiao Xiaobai could see that the man in the long shirt maintained the Yan Ling at the end, and it can be said that he would not necessarily die if it wasn't for the protection of the Yan Ling. Yan Ling desperately incarnated into a machine spirit, and that sad and painful resolute look was not like what she said that she wished for the man in the long shirt to die.

And as the owner of the ghost pen, Xiao Xiaobai could feel that Yan Ling had obvious mood swings after talking about the man in the long shirt just now. obviously loves deeply but doesn't want to admit it, Xiao Xiaobai can't help but sigh in his heart, this relationship is really complicated!