What made Liu Jian panic was nothing else, but a colorful painting of a lady appeared on the first page of the "Hundred Flowers Book", which should have been as empty as a blank piece of paper.

The light light and shadow paint a light color ink, with three points of hazy and five points of realism, a palm-sized picture, but the woman's posture curve is vividly interpreted. There is also a small poem on the side, but the fly-sized text is not real.

The content of the painting is a woman sitting in a lotus pond and taking a bath, the smooth and flawless jade back, Liu Jian's eyes wandered on it, but he forgot his anxiety for a while.

Zi is silent...... What's going on? Who has nothing to do with this painting on it? Butterfly Dance? No, she hasn't studied painting for a few days.

What the hell is this?

Liu Jian swallowed and spit, looked at the sun outside the window that was dying and struggling but still not set, and his heart settled down a little. He reached out and tried to tear the page off, but he dragged it so hard that he couldn't even leave a wrinkle on the page.

What the hell!

Yes, since I can borrow a corpse to return my soul, it is reasonable that there are ghosts in this world. Liu Jian's hand trembled, and the book of flowers fell on the bed. The page was opened, and the beautiful green silk jade back made his heart sway and tremble, but it was difficult to look at it a few times.

"Who's kidding!"

No, it's not a joke, he's seen this woman, he's seen ...... When have you seen it, and where have you seen it?

Liu Jian staggered a few steps to the door, wanting to pull the two wooden doors open, but his hand was slightly stunned when he put his hand on the latch. A vague scene came to mind, it was a spring dream a few years ago, and the woman also said a word to herself:

Just a kid.

By the way, it's this woman! The woman in the spring dream actually appeared in this painting again!

Liu Jian suddenly felt cold all over his body, standing at the door and not daring to move for a while, he couldn't help but look at the hundred flowers album again.

The album of flowers shone a little in the sunlight, and Liu Jian couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. I was reincarnated as a little guy in the Qinglou, and I naturally knew that there should be ghosts and gods in the world, so this book that came with my dream was not a fairy thing.

As long as it is not a ghost thing, it is enough to make him feel gratified.

Reaching out and feeling a dagger with a sheath in his arms, he pulled out the dagger made of cold iron and walked up slowly. If someone else is here, you can see that his face is pale and there is cold sweat condensing on the tip of his chin, which is about to drip down.

I had the courage to pick up the album of flowers, and the sound of my heart beating beat in the quiet room. But he was soon attracted to the woman in the painting, and looked at the album in a stunned manner for a while.

She seems to still have this thin gauze on her body, and she is beside the hot spring pool where the mist lingers, no matter how beautiful the surrounding scenery is, no matter how hazy the painting is, it is difficult to hide the main body of the picture - the beauty.

But Liu Jian didn't have any blasphemy towards this woman with a bare jade back, as if he was just admiring the flawless work of art, and the internal breath in his body was still cool, and there was no heat and dryness. In addition to the inexplicable fear of the unknown, the heart is also completely impressed by her beauty.

Just wearing a smooth jade back, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

Who is she? How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world?

This became the only question in Liu Jian's mind at this time, and the dagger in his hand was compared for a while, but after all, he couldn't bear to tear the painting. Therefore, he carefully pressed the sharp spikes of the dagger against the inside of the page, and gently pressed the wooden handle of the dagger, trying to cut the painting out of the book of flowers.

But the thin paper was of some unknown texture, and there was no trace of the dagger cutting through it. Or maybe the blacksmith had deceived him that the dagger was not made of metal at all...... No, this is really the treasure of the fairy family? It's right to think so, how can this kind of woman appear in the world, she must be a fairy in the sky, so that he can be so difficult to hold himself.

But no matter what it is, Liu Jian has a strong temper at this time, if he can't cut this painting down, then he won't dare to sleep alone in the future.

Liu Jian was ruthless in his heart, and directly scraped it down, but he couldn't control his strength for a while, and the dagger left no traces on the thin paper, but it left a blood mark in his palm.

The pain in his palm made him gasp, and he didn't care to think about anything else, so he threw the book of flowers there, rushed out of the house, and trotted to Miss Suisi's courtyard.

He didn't see it when he left, but the "Hundred Flowers Book" was stained with a few drops of his blood and seeped into the back of the book, but the green cover was still so clean and did not leave the slightest trace......

With his thoughts, he stroked the piano and stroked the leisurely afternoon, while Zhang Qing drank alone, tasting the sound of the piano and the craftsmanship of the chef of Fengmanlou.

Liu Jian ran in a little embarrassed, which made the two people in the room somewhat dissatisfied.

Zhang Qing was dissatisfied with his recklessness, while Casualty was dissatisfied with him for breaking the realm of piano sound that he had managed to find. But these dissatisfaction quickly turned into some anxious greetings, and casually stood up, took a few steps forward to meet Liu Jian, and reached out to hold Liu Jian's wrist.

"You're hurt? The wound wasn't poisonous, it just scratched the fur. ”

"Who hurt you?" Zhang Qing took a few steps to Liu Jian's side, and when he saw Sui Si holding his wrist, he took it back stupidly.

"I made it myself," Liu Jian said with a bitter face, pointing to the dagger pinned to his waist, "I accidentally cut something just now, sister, give me some gold sore medicine, it hurts me to death." ”

"I'm afraid of this pain when I'm old," casually flicked his forehead, but trotted out of the door in a hurry. "Wait here, I'll go get the medicine box. ”

Zhang Qing scolded with a smile: "Why are you so careless? I am also a person who practices martial arts and swords, and I will be caught by myself." ”

"That, senior brother," Liu Jian turned his head to look outside the house, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Do you think there are ghosts and immortals in the world?"

"Ghost?" Zhang Qing was slightly stunned, then frowned his heroic sword eyebrows, and said in a serious tone: "Why did you suddenly ask this, where are the ghosts and gods in the world, even if you practice martial arts to the highest level, you can only prolong your life, but you can also be regarded as a land immortal like the master." ”

Liu Jian glared: "Master turned out to be an immortal?"

Don't dare to connect the image of the old flower with the immortals, the land immortals? This is too unbelievable. The book of flowers that appeared out of thin air with a picture of a beauty and a sword that could not be destroyed could really be a treasure of the gods.

"It's just a realm of martial arts, how can there be immortals who can turn stones into gold and beans into soldiers? You have heard people talk too much! I don't think about how to improve my martial arts all day long, I just think about things like gods and ghosts, men and women! You ......?"

"What's wrong with men and women?" A soft snort from outside the house interrupted Zhang Qing's teaching, and Sui Si walked in with the medicine box.

"Ahem, the things of men and women are the way of nature, in line with the ethics of heaven, and they are naturally excellent. ”

Seeing a slight dry smile on Zhang Qing's handsome face, Liu Jian couldn't help but pout, his heart said that his sister's aura was invincible, and his senior brother was really difficult to parry.

"Sister, do you say there are any fairies and ghosts in the world?"

"There are naturally immortals and bodhisattvas, and this demon is ......" Ancient people were a little superstitious, but they were no exception to read hundreds of schools of thought, especially some research on Buddhist classics. "Demons are born from the heart, ghosts are also the evolution of the mind, and those who practice martial arts are called demons. Are you obsessed today?"

"No, I'll just ask. ”

Liu Jian's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, which was the pain of being touched when he was cleaning the wound with random thoughts. "Sister light, it hurts. ”

casually glanced at him, and the amorous expression between his eyebrows made Liu Jian temporarily forget the picture scroll of the beautiful jade back in his mind.

Carefully bandaged him, but still didn't forget to count him a few words on the side. "How can you practice martial arts without getting hurt? The last time I saw the wound on your waist, I didn't hum half a sentence, why did this martial arts become more and more weak the more you practice?"

"Hehe, my senior brother taught me. ”

Zhang Qing, who sat back to eat vegetables in the distance, coughed lightly: "When did I teach you that you have to shout out when you hurt? ”

"Senior brother, can I rest for half a day tomorrow, my hand hurts. ”

Zhang Qing snorted: "You are practicing a right-handed sword, and you are hurting your left hand." ”

"Senior brother...... All right. ”

Liu Jian sighed, sighing that there is no holiday for martial arts training, the senior brother is too strict, when will the "Forging Jade Jue" become a great weapon.

I also saw that Sui Si bandaged his wounds, and carefully tied a bow, and for a while I felt that having a woman's gentle care can always make people feel happy. The wound was warm and itchy, and it seemed that it should have begun to recover, and since it was fine, then he would not disturb the good things of the man and woman here, and took his own leave.

After saying a few words here, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, but this incident still made him a little uneasy. Looking at his room in the twilight, he didn't dare to go back to the house to rest.

Attracting and receiving guests, reciting poems, and arranging for the Qing people to sing lyrics and songs, and a few guests were drunk and making trouble, clamoring to tie the little girl's hair tonight, so that the first three hours of the night would be busy for a while.

After finishing his busy work, Liu Jian began to feel uneasy in his heart, and he was not in the mood to practice again tonight. I guess even if it's a beautiful thing to see the Oiran, I won't be able to arouse the slightest interest tonight.

Duan An came back at the same time as him, Liu Jian wanted to squeeze with Duan An or Wang Hao tonight, but he didn't know how to speak. I can't say that I was scared by a painting and didn't dare to go back to the house.

What are you afraid of!

Liu Jian took a deep breath and stood at the foot of the steps in front of his house, constantly muttering in his heart that he didn't do bad things on weekdays, he was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, he was an upright husband, and he was doing it straight!

Passing by fairy aunts, demons and monsters, don't recruit me for nothing, I'm a good person......

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed with manifolds! The lower ones are the rivers! The upper ones are the sun and the stars!"

Liu Jian shouted, and suddenly summoned Duan An on the side to poke his head out in the room, and sighed in his heart that he was worthy of being a genius, and he could still make such a righteous and majestic poem when he slept in the middle of the night.

What are you afraid of! With a scholarly spirit, the evil demon will be easy and will last forever! Liu Jian kicked in the door directly, the fire fold in his hand blowing, and he looked around the room with an angry face. The quiet and unremarkable inner and outer rooms finally gave him some comfort.

Light all three or four candles, and sleep like this tonight. The album of flowers was still thrown on the bed, Liu Jian glanced at the picture scroll of the beauty again, and his heart was calm for a while, and he no longer had any fear.

This book is just out of thin air, so why care about multiple pictures. Thinking of this, Liu Jian simply lay on the bed, put the album in front of his eyes and rummaged through, but he didn't find any other beauties.

What is written in this little print?

Liu Jian brought the book in front of him, and then read the sentences on it by candlelight on the side, and before he finished reading two sentences, he tilted his head but fell asleep in a drowsy ......

"Wu Liu does not fight for a red-faced woman, how can 100,000 Qing soldiers enter the customs. ”

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