Chapter 46: Old things

It was a coincidence that the meeting of the year and the acquaintance with the Painted Demon were also coincidental.
When I saw it, I was just a young man who had not reached the weak championship. The youth is full of spirits, it is the age of being curious about everything, but also the honesty and discipline of practicing in the Zongmen for so many years, it is rare to see such a bustling and noisy place ...
The thought of trying to make fun is even more unbearable.
It coincided with the city where the footsteps were built along the river. On the spacious river, there were several exquisite paintings, brightly lit, decorated with colorful lanterns, and all kinds of beauties stood by the railings.
Sui Jian, with a sense of insight, randomly picked a boat painting to enter.
At that time, I did n’t know too much about it. What I entered was a picture lantern with a lantern, so as soon as I entered, it was difficult for everyone to get involved.
His true appearance is so outstanding that he has slightly modified it. Although it is still clear, at least he will not be noticed at first glance.
But his temperament was not deliberately hidden. Ordinary mortals could not see through his illusions, and were first convinced by his noble temperament. All the girls and teenagers felt that he was a big guest, and they all came over, trying their best to attract his attention.
Sui Jian was in a slice of rouge gouache and was almost smoked.
The reason why he didn't say goodbye was because he was attracted by the movement by the picture window.
At the table next to the window were a few young men who were gorgeous and richly dressed, and were teasing a girl who was here to accompany the guests. They were not polite and their hands were not very honest.
The pink-shirted girl was trapped in a wolf's den, and she could not avoid it. Liu Mei frowned slightly and refused softly: "When the slaves came, they said they only sang songs."
One of the brother-in-laws was drunk and drunk. She pulled her, pulled her a puppet, and fell to his own thigh and sat down.
The girl in pink shirt was struggling to get away, but she was stunned and refused to move: "What do you count? Grandpa is here to have fun, grandpa has money, you dare to refuse ..."
The hands did not move very honestly. The face of the girl in a pink shirt was dripping like a peach flower, and her face was cold for a moment. Then she smiled slightly and asked, "Is the customer so insistent?"
The brother-in-law is probably not low in status, usually indulged in unrestrained. At this time, he was coaxed by several companions, his head was hot, but he did not realize the hidden danger at all, and still laughed wildly: "You Stay with Grandpa, Grandpa— "
Before he finished speaking, he was thrown aside a tea. The tea dripped down the corner of his forehead, and a few slices of tea were affixed to his cheeks.
"Who!" Brother Gong was furious. The cold tea did not sober him, but poured oil on the fire, picking up all his anger. He shoved the pink-shirted girl aside and stood up, Full of anger: "Who dares to splash Lao Tzu!"
Seeing that she pulled a piece of colored silk next to it, she made a clever effort, rolled one end onto the pink shirt girl's wrist, and gently pulled it away from the wolf's den.
The brother-in-law saw that it was a good-looking boy who was doing bad things to him. He snorted and yelled, but the next instant he felt that his mouth was hot, and then the sound of scolding turned into a duck yelling.
Frightened, he touched his mouth in disbelief and opened his mouth: "quack-quack!"
After a brief moment, the people around burst into laughter.
In the midst of this chaos, I left quietly with the Pink Girl.
There are vacancies everywhere in the paintings, which makes it easy for unbearable guests to enter and act. Sui Jian pushed open a vacant room at will, holding the colored silk wrist slightly, and the pink-shirt girl was flung into the room delicately and weakly.
"My son is so rude." The girl in pink shirt stood firm on the table and chair. The colored silk tied to her hand not only was not taken down, but also wrapped in a circle. The colorful satin lined her skin like cream, she seemed to be sloppy. He resentfully said, "It hurts the slave's hands."
Sui seeing his backhand closed the door and turned a blind eye to her weak and poor expression, only asked softly, "What do you want to do to that man?"
The girl in the pink shirt was silent for a moment, covering her lips and chuckling, her voice was weak: "What can you do with a weak woman?"
When Sui looked at her, she followed with a chuckle, and casually touched the long sword around her waist, and gently played the white jade tied to the sword spike. The jade hit the hilt of the sword, and said with a soft sound, "Although I can't see what kind of demon you are, but if you are harmful, I can still draw a sword."
The girl in pink shirt froze for a moment, then opened her eyes wide, and said innocently: "The slave just watched him drunk and not too calm, and wanted him to cool down in the river ..."
This is the first encounter between a young man and a painted skin demon.
On the surface, the old-fashioned girl rescued a girl who was almost bullied. In fact, he saved the life of the unspeakable grandfather-in-law. At that time, a group of evil spirits in the hands of the painted skin monster were ready to go. If the shot is late for a moment, the son-in-law really wants to be a duck in the river for a while.
The memories ended hurriedly, and Shen Zhixian returned to her mind. The weak and poor peach blossom on the other side was like the memory, and the pink tender mouth was like that year--
"The son-in-law didn't say goodbye in that year, but it was sad for the slave. Thanks to the son-in-law's rescue, the slave wanted to make a promise of himself, not for the wealth and favor, but only to be able to stay with the son and spend time grinding tea. It makes it for me. "
It's just like that year ... It's a headache.
The teenager saw that Ben was worried that she was a demon, and was worried that she would hurt others, so she intervened in the incident, and got into trouble.
He stayed in this city for three days, and the painted demon entangled him for three days. He changed his appearance, temperament, and even gender to entangle him. He could hear that his head was a full circle, and finally he couldn't take it anymore. On the fourth day, he left quietly before dawn.
Unexpectedly, after many years, Shen Zhixian would see her here again.
The Painted Skin Demon can change thousands of eyes, and can see many illusions with one eye. Only when she looked up, Shen Zhixian knew that her simple illusion had been broken.
Tao Huaer was still talking, Shen Zhixian squeezed her brows with a headache, and said helplessly: "Well, don't say it, my little apprentice is going to be angry."
The cold air from the little hedgehog beside him would freeze him, and the thorns were quietly erected. The painted demon continued to meditate. Shen Zhixian had no doubt that she would be holed up by the little hedgehog.
The Painted Devil looked at him, and then looked at Yan Jin, but he stopped the topic with an endless smile, and said with a smile: "It hasn't been seen for a long time, it should be recounted. The old man and this ..." She paused. .
Shen Zhixian only spoke the word "Yan", and did not speak. The tender skinned eyes of the painted skin blinked, and he went from kind to good: "Sudden son and Yan son, let's go into the house."
Shen Zhixuan returned to the house helplessly, sat back to her original position, and picked up the folding fan that had fallen before, and held it in her hand.
This time Yan Jin was sitting next to him tightly, with one arm still resting on his waist, silently proclaiming sovereignty.
Peach blossoms cooked the wine for them in a sophisticated and elegant manner.
Shen Zhixian reached Yan Jin's ear and whispered: "Painted skin monsters can change thousands of looks, and they are best at imitating. If you are curious, you can provoke her to change."
Although the voice was lowered, Shen Zhixian was not too guarded against the painted demon in the opposite direction. After all, the monster, Er Congmu was obviously different from ordinary people, how could he not hear him whisper.
Taohuaer did hear her. She put down the jug, and she touched her face with her hands, and smiled quietly, "Which one does Yan Gongzi like?"
Yan Jin looked down at the wine, but did not speak.
Tao Huaer didn't mind his indifference. She stood up, pushed the door and called for a pen and ink, rolled it out on the table, and studied ink and painting with ease.
She drew very quickly, and quickly brushed off her pen, and soon she finished. Putting down her pen, she gathered up a piece of paper almost waiting for her.
Shen Zhixian glanced at it, only vaguely seeing a beautiful woman, and was obscured by the mist raised by the painted skin demon raising his hand.
Changing the appearance of a painted demon is like changing clothes for an ordinary person, and naturally it is necessary to cover one or two.
After a while, the mist disappeared, and before that the weak and poor peach blossom disappeared, replaced by a graceful and wealthy beauty.
There is a peony flower crease between her brows, and a decent and precious smile on her lips. She is full of dignity and dresses a beautiful woman with a graceful gift. ? "
Shen Zhixian sipped with a smile, Yan Jin glanced at her with an expressionless expression, unmoved.
The Painted Demon saw that the two did not respond, and his eyes rolled around, and a new sheet of paper was rolled out.
There are tens of thousands of beauties. As long as the painted demon has a pen and paper, he can imitate the tens of thousands of face gestures.
Not long afterwards, she changed her pen to another four or five beautiful faces, each corresponding to a flower name.
Shen Zhixian smiled and groaned slowly, holding the wine slowly, Yan Jin simply no longer looked at her, and concentrated on pouring wine for Shen Zhixian. When Shen Zhixian was empty, Yan Jin poured another glass for him.
Painted Demon: "..."
The son-in-law Bai had a good-looking face, but he held a stone heart. She had known it many years ago, but he never expected that his apprentice and him were also a virtue.
It's not fun, it's worthy of being an apprentice.
She frowned, groaned for a moment, and raised her pen again.
This time it was a red makeup beauty with a scarlet dress. Taohua's eyes were full of Qiubo, full of charming, raising her hands and throwing her feet, all styles.
The beautiful woman in Feiyi caressed her face and confirmed that it was properly replaced. She hooked her lips and looked at it with a smile.
Her voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, and the poison was hidden in the honey. If she didn't realize it, she would melt into her softness and be upset for her, even if she died.
She glanced at Yan Jin with a pair of peach eyes, tempted, "Yan Gongzi is so boring and uninteresting. Although my face is not the best in the world, but it is also awesome. Yan Gongzi is so cold-hearted and hopeless Will you give me a glance? "
For such a puzzling person, Painted Skin Demon has only seen two people over the years. Yan Jin is the second one, and his former one is a teenager.
The Painted Devil pondered for a while, and thought that maybe Yan Jin hadn't understood Fengyue yet, if he had opened up and understood the happiness, maybe ...
She walked slightly in lotus pose, came over with her skirt, and leaned next to Yan Jin: "Although my painting is not as lively as the opposite, it is still a place of wind and moon. Some things are quite interesting. Gongzi Yan has to take a look Give it a try? "
As soon as she turned her wrists, a stack of thin booklets appeared in her hands out of thin air, and then she shook. The booklet opened a page. The painting on it spread out a little bit of light, floated in the air, and gradually became imaginary. Images, subtle sounds came.
Yan Jin finally reacted somewhat. He looked at the images with a little confusion, but just after seeing the appearance of the villains, Shen Zhixian poured a glass of sake and spilled all the pictures.
"... Don't take my apprentice badly. A Jin, don't look at these messy things."
The Painted Demon whispered: "The son-in-law saw a lot of things that year, why now ..."
"I ..." As soon as Shen Zhixian opened her mouth, Yan Jin tilted her head to look at him, her eyes clear.
Shen Zhixuan's denial blurted out like flowing water: "I'm not me without you, don't talk nonsense--"
The painted skin demon covered her lips and smiled, and her eyes flowed, as if she caught Shen Zhixian's little braid. The more Shen Zhixian cared, the more she used these words to make fun of Yan Jin.
She has been through the wind and the moon for a long time, and she has seen all kinds of people in the world. What about Shen Zhixuan and Yan Jin who are so high? In this matter of wind and moon, the two of them are a piece of white paper, pure and flawless. See through at a glance.
The Painted Demon has been gathering next to Yan Jin. Shen Zhixian frowned when she saw the rough waves. She raised her hand to protect Yan Jin from touching the Painted Demon. After several times, he finally couldn't take it anymore. I took a few shots in the previous case, and said coldly, "If you are Menglang again, I will draw a sword."
The beauty in the clothing clothing stopped for a moment on the sword, took a few steps back calmly, and sat back gracefully to her original position.
Knowing current affairs is a good demon. She is just a weak painted skin demon. In addition to her ability to change her appearance and look at her combat ability ... she is still far away from these irritable swords that threaten to draw swords.
Shen Zhixian saw that she was finally far away, and she let out a secret sigh of relief, and unconsciously dragged Yan Jin's sleeve hand, and sat up a little straighter: "Although it is also a bustling place, it is not as good as it was then. How come you're here? "
The Painted Devil laughed: "The demon is old and can't be lively anymore. Find a small place to support the elderly ... and save some things that shouldn't be caused."
Shen Zhixian's heart moved, and this should not provoke ordinary humans. Although the Painted Demon is a monster with weak combat power among the monsters, it is not weak enough to solve the problem of human beings.
If he asked casually, Painted Demon did not hide: "Soon after you left, an angel from the Undead City came to persuade me to leave and let me enter the Undead City ..."
She smiled a little, with a hint of sarcasm: "What is the place of the immortal city, so I don't want to go in ..."
-Undead City.
The eyes of Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin stared at them with a stun, and looked at her for a moment: "What's wrong?"
What Shen Zhixian was about to say, there was a sudden commotion outside, with the sound of the jade pot porcelain cup being broken, and the sound of quarreling.
Painted Skin Frow raised his eyebrows slightly. Without continuing to speak, he got up and said "indecent assault," and pushed out the door.
As soon as he opened the door, the noise became clearer. Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin looked at each other and followed.
I don't know which grandfather's lady in the main room, with two nieces and four servants, went to the painting to find the prodigal son who was unwilling to return home.
The dignified and elegant lady crossed her hands gracefully in front of her, calmly staring at the man who was embarrassed in front of him: "The husband has been here for several days, but should he go home?"
"What are you doing here again?" What she asked was a handsome man who looked very elegant, at this moment stood up from a pile of jade porcelain fragments, angrily: "What's wrong here again? ! "
He ignored his wife, and apologized to the frightened painting girl next to him: "I will double pay for these damaged objects ..."
The girl Huayi looked at him with a pair of wonderful eyes, and looked at all the noble ladies who looked at all this coldly, smiled slightly, did not speak, picked up her lute, and walked smartly to the side.
The movement was not small, and the songs and dances on the stage stopped. The dancers stepped off their skirts and softly soothed other shocked guests.
Staring at all kinds of eyes, the man felt his face burned, annoyed, "I just came here to enjoy a few drinks for singing and dancing, and you came here several times to make trouble, do you want me to lose face? "
His tone of voice was resentful, but Madame looked pale, raised his hand and stroked his sleeves, his tone was flat: "I have come here to seek you, husband, for several days, isn't it normal? "
The two of them talked one by one. Seeing that there was no intention to fight, the Painted Demon was not in a hurry. They looked at the railing and suddenly screamed, "People in the Undead City?"
I heard the word again and again in a short period of time. Shen Zhixian walked to the railing, bowed her head, and glanced at everything below: "Who?"
This is not a secret that cannot be said, and the Painted Demon answered quickly: "That lady-see? No, her wrists."
Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin both stared at each other. The lady only touched her sleeves when she touched her sleeves. With their eyesight, she could see the mark on that wrist.
It was a small white flower with layers of buds half-closed and not yet in full bloom. Shen Zhixian has never seen this kind of flower, and can't name it, but instinctively thinks that if it blooms, it must be beautiful.
"What flower is that?" Shen Zhixian asked in a low voice.
"It is said that there is a sea of ​​flowers outside the city of Undead. That flower blooms only on the full moon night. When it is full of moonlight, it is full of sights," said the Painted Demon slowly. "That flower is called forgetfulness." Everyone who enters the Undead City has this mark. "
Shen Zhixian had never heard of the Undead City before, and it was the first time to forget about returning flowers, but there was no response, but Yan Jin stunned and repeated subconsciously: "Forget to return?"
Shen Zhixian tilted his head and looked at him: "Ajin ever?"
There seemed to be some memories struggling to pop up in the back of my mind, and a blurry picture flashed past, fleeting and unable to capture. Yan Jin shook her head: "Never."
Shen Zhixian didn't pay much attention to his reaction. He was thinking carefully about what the Undead City is. He didn't know that the rare painted skin demon seemed to know much about it ...
He was pondering how to set more words from the Painted Skin Demon. Suddenly there was a sound of surprise. Shen Zhixian looked subconsciously, but after seeing the lady looking around, she went straight up to the second floor.
"... In this case, then I must invite some guests back to the house, and the husband does not mind."
She walked in front of the two of Shen Zhixuan and bowed to them gently and politely: "I and the two sons saw each other as before, I wonder if I can invite the two sons to go back to the house for a drink?"
There was an uproar all around. Although this dynasty was relatively open and did not restrain women as much as the previous dynasty, it was so blatant to invite men back to their homes in the land of fireworks ...
The Painted Demon stepped back a little, raised his eyebrows, and set foot to the theater.
Yan Jin, one of the invited objects, gave a cold glance at Mrs. Gui, and refused to speak.
Shen Zhixuan was settled, and the budding and forgetfulness flower flickered in front of him. At the moment of the moment, he stepped forward and held Yan Jin's hand calmly, stopping Yan Jin from wanting to refuse Then, she smiled and said, "It's a great honor for a beautiful woman to invite you. We are naturally more respectful than obliged."
The author has something to say: Ah long time no see! There will be one more after changing the list tomorrow, it should be in the afternoon, the time is uncertain.
Originally wanted to be more direct, but the second half ... afraid of lock (confused jpg)

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