Chapter 13 Immortal Painting

For some reason, Princess Pingyang's face gradually became blurred, and Qiu Yin had a strange illusion. When she saw her master, her overflowing anger moved a little to give her grievances. She almost subconsciously approached her and buried her in the cold neck, murmured unconsciously: "Master..."

Nan Henyu's mind was not much clearer than Qiu Yin's, her bloody and fiery breath slapped her skin, penetrated through the cracks in her bones, and touched her heart.

Her spirit was almost pulled away, and she shouted as hard as she could: "Qiu Yin, wake up!"

"Master..." Qiu Yin was like a wounded animal, with her head buried lower, close to the only existence that reassured her, and refused to move her nest.

The two cuddled tightly, and smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms before their thoughts were all disconnected.

...

When Qiu Yin went out, she was dazed. Bo Yang was coated with an illusory light, and everything looked like a layer of veil. She couldn't remember why she was here, and when she looked down, she only felt that the red clothes were dazzling.

The willows on the red wall, the charming laughter from far to near, the little girl ran towards holding the kite, Qiu Yin didn't dodge, but her body was passed by the little girl like the wind, she turned her head in a daze, it was "Zuolan"Xuan".

Qiu Yin didn't know, so he followed through the door. The dilapidated abandoned palace seemed to be colored by a fairy, dizzying the four seasons and popularity. The petite princess nestled in the arms of the beautiful concubine, rubbed the peach blossoms, and painted on the kite paper. The little princess Hu paintedAfter a pass, she pointed to the yellow and black ball and said it was the emperor. The beauty smiled and watched her toss, and when she was tired from playing, she grabbed her little hand and wiped it gently with silk.

Princess Pingyang with her late biological mother.Qiu Yin looked coldly at the deep love between mother and daughter, and the magic cultivator of Xin Dao was also good at illusion.

Unable to move the sword, he remembered that he had just been stabbed in the back by the sword of life.

Qiuyin had a mouthful of blood stuck in her heart, unable to move up or down, she was angry, and sat down on the ground like a king of Hades, probably the illusion was affected by her, and no years would be born.The laughing Zhuo Lanxuan was covered with a white cloth and put into the coffin. The little princess who hadn't understood the meaning of life and death stood blankly in front of the palace, passing by her mother's big wooden box.

Qiu Yin watched gloomyly as the traces of Zhuo Lanxuan were erased little by little, while the princess grew up from a bun into a graceful girl, and won the title of "Pingyang".

Then he was suddenly given a marriage, made a big fuss in the court, quarreled with his father, didn't see his brother, cried to the queen mother, and finally fell into a coma in public under the design of the devil, and was stabbed into the heart by the husband who was already a devil——

Qiu Yin gritted her teeth: "Pretend to be a ghost, come out for me!"

The scene is like smoke, and it is a side hall again, with peach blossoms cascading down, the owner of Zhuo Lanxuan, who was carried away a long time ago, stands under the tree, her gentle motherhood fades away, her beauty becomes gloomy, like a female ghost with a lantern at midnight in a book, waitingEat people's souls.

"Sure enough, it's not a thing in the world." Qiu Yin was full of anger and had nowhere to put it. He broke off a branch and cut it roughly into a wooden sword three or two times.Don't be too weak."

Then Qiuyin, who spoke wild words, was played by the illusion again, and every time she almost touched the peach tree, the position of the scenery was changed immediately, and she immediately said angrily: "If you want to kill, kill it, can you stop messing with these mysterious people?", Didn’t you say that the Demon Dao is decisive in killing and killing, and you are very happy to play me?”

The woman in the background spoke, faintly and floatingly: "Do you think I'm a demon?"

Qiu Yin: "...you listen to yourself."

The woman was silent for a moment, then spoke again, with a sense of immortality in her air: "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"I don't care who you are, if you keep your voice down, you'll be considered as immortal? It's not ascension to heaven..." Qiuyin paused, remembering the scene of the little princess rubbed against the coffin, and changed her words, "Are all ghosts like this now?"

The woman pretended not to hear: "What do you think of that girl?"

"Which one?"

"The one you've been looking at."

"Oh, you said Princess Pingyang." Qiu Yin didn't feel any killing intent, tried to relax herself, and pretended to chat, "It's good, you should eat and drink. When you are happy, you can go to Jiewa in the room and have someone to accompany you. If you are unhappy, point outNo one dares to scold court officials, isn't it comfortable?"

"Her mother died when she was very young," the woman said.

"There are too many motherless children in the world. You don't have to go far. You can visit every corner of the capital with a 'micro-service private visit'. Some children are scolded as 'motherless bastards'." Qiu Yin smiled, "But Princess Pingyang shouldn't be too sad., don’t you know how to transform your soul, didn’t you dream back for your daughter at midnight?”

The woman is beautiful, so gorgeous that she is almost mean, but unexpectedly good-tempered, she automatically ignores all the thorny words of Qiu Yin: "All happiness has a price. For imperial power, favoring itself hides danger, just like finely crafted love.The more beautiful the carved porcelain, the more precious it is, and the more precious it is, the easier it is to sell."

Qiuyin was a little annoyed: "I said, are you really Pingyang's biological mother? This is the first time I've heard a clear price tag for my biological daughter.

I probably understand what you mean, don't you just think that Pingyang married someone he didn't like and became a victim of power?"

She was not comfortable sitting in one position for a long time, so she changed her face, as if she was leaning lazily in her own cave: "Han Shun was the quasi-champion scholar before the quasi-concubine, the emperor was afraid that the prime minister would use him to form a small group and marry him a royal beautyMother, let him obediently be a little boy, it sounds miserable... But his secret love for Pingyang is voluntary, so it is still miserable for Pingyang."

The woman thought that Qiu Yin had finally made her way, so she nodded lightly: "She..."

"So what does it have to do with me?" Qiu Yin interrupted her, "It's miserable for Pingyang to marry someone she doesn't like; it's miserable for Han Shun's official career to be cut off; it's miserable for your daughter to die before she grows up; it's miserable for the chief manager of the Palace of Compassionate Peace."It's miserable for my father-in-law to wait on the picky old lady from dawn to dusk. I defend against magic every day, and I also guard against fellow sects. I was almost stabbed to death by my natal sword. Isn't it miserable for me?

Your husband is the real dragon emperor, the man who sits in the world, and was so angry by your daughter that he passed out in the court hall, and his hair fell out. Who is not miserable?"

The spirit net weaved at some time surrounded the evil peach blossom tree in all directions, Qiu Yin held an ugly wooden sword in his mouth, and did not hide his murderous intentions at all: "I am like this, very selfish, just take care of myself.

You hurt yours, I hurt mine, everyone goes their own way, and when we meet, I can still say "connected with fate", but you put a knife on my neck and talk to me about family affairs, so don'tBlame me for being unreasonable."

After leaving the sad wind, the wooden sword actually gave birth to a sword intent, which was more bloody than the original sword intent. The woman was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Qiu Yin to be able to do this. Before Qiu Yin drew the sword, she sighed: "Look!If I don't know whether I am a fairy or a devil, I will do it, what should I do if I accidentally hurt it."

Qiu Yin was annoyed and broke down a bit: "I did it because you owe it to me. It has nothing to do with whether you are a fairy or a demon. If you hate people, there are pros and cons. Are you tired? I am also from the fairy sectWell, my fellow disciples secretly spread that I am the reincarnation of the devil."

The woman's cloud temples and brocade clothes faded away, and the beauty became the appearance of a white-haired old woman. In line with her nagging gentleness, she suddenly changed from a female ghost to a kind elder: "You child, you are very spiritual, but you don't speak very well.It sounds good, and I don't fear gods and demons."

Qiu Yin didn't believe her evil: "You have quite a lot of character material, if you want to cure me, you can just pretend to be my master."

Pretending to be my master, I can't beat you to death.

The old woman asked with a smile: "Sword Immortal's favorite student?"

Qiuyin was shocked when she heard her master, and suppressed the idea of ignoring her: "I don't know if I'm too proud, but she's been with my master for a month, and she's so angry at me...Who is it not you?"

"Hahaha." The old woman was amused, "I boiled your master's medicine, do you know now?"

Qiu Yin looked up and down, this kind of spring-like life breath, she had felt a little bit in Axi, if Axi was a young sapling that had just emerged, then the old woman in front of her was a towering giant tree that had ridden countless creatures., can accommodate all wind and rain.

The original old queen of Xiangguo, and the Baimao immortal who ascended to Miaochun Peak later.

She is in the painting of the secret realm?

Qiu Yin clenched the wooden sword tightly and questioned: "The current powerful senior still likes to pretend to be a demon to scare the junior?"

Baimao Immortal Yile: "Anyway, it is a secret treasure, and there must be some tests. The so-called immortal painting can draw the past, and can draw sentient beings. The blink of an eye is used as a warning. The immortal will suddenly realize the cross-border. What do you think?"

Although she said it was a test, she didn't say whether she was satisfied, and Qiu Yin didn't rush to make people satisfied.

"What am I looking at... Isn't this painting a dowry for Princess Pingyang?" Although the appearance of the senior is too bizarre, but it is the senior, Qiu Yin aggrieved and turned her anger back to Moxiu, "You got the wrong person in the exam, troubleLet me out, there is a demon cultivator of loach transformation outside, one of us must die today."

Immortal Baimao said in the most gentle words: "You are not her opponent, this is a chance."

"You and I have a fate called chance, and a twisted one is called evil fate. I am not only selfish, but also the most troublesome discipline. It is not suitable for this picture of being a teacher."

Immortal Baimao asked casually, "What about your master?"

Qiu Yin choked, and immediately retorted: "My master is a relative, can it be the same?"

At the mention of Nan Henyu, the evil and rogue brat instantly blew up, and finally became a little childish as a girl should be. Immortal Baimao couldn't help laughing: "If you don't want it, then don't, I won't force a junior, the devil outside,What are you going to do?"

Seeing Immortal Baimao's meaningful smile, Qiu Yin felt tense and angry being abducted by the "Master", unable to get up again, she was a little awkward, and asked tentatively, "Ask Senior for advice?"

"I'm an alchemist, and those who don't understand your swordsmanship will fight and kill. But the monks lead in, and the teachers say that you should enlighten yourself," Baimao Immortal asked, "Your master also said the same?"

"yes."

"Well, ordinary enlightenment, if you can understand it, you will understand it, but now is a special moment. If you can't understand it suddenly, you must know how to adapt." Baimao Immortal said, "Qiu Yin, Taiqingzong's generation, with you alone, I live deep in Miaochun."Feng, I have heard of your name, with your celestial appearance...do you have the confidence to imitate your master's sword?"

Qiu Yin was stunned: "Huh?"

The soul was completely dragged back to Xuanyue Peak, Nan Henyu couldn't even tell whether the bloody smell was from her mouth or from Qiu Yin's body, she didn't care about other things, Yu Jian was not dusty, and after a hundred years, she came out of Xuanyue Peak.mountain gate.

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