Jing Ning put out the fire in her hand without expression, and neatly grabbed her long tongue.

The woman's face was startled and her face paled. Jing Ning's lips curved slightly, and there was a rare smile in his gentle voice: "It hurts a little bit." After saying that, he unceremoniously dragged her tongue and dragged her out of the picture.

"Ow! Ow..." The woman in huáng clothes who was dragged out curled up aggrievedly on the ground, holding her tongue that couldn't be retracted for a while, and wept secretly in pain.

Jing Ning nonchalantly wiped the saliva from his hand on the scroll, smearing the vivid weeping willow. The woman in huáng glared angrily at him with tears in her eyes, and said with a big tongue, "No way."

Chapter two

Being accused of being shameless, Jing Ning didn't care much, and asked lightly, "What do you call the painting demon?"

The banshee hummed proudly and turned her head away. Jingning flicked her index finger, and a bright flame hit the banshee's forehead, causing her to scream again. Jing Ning asked with a good temper: "What's your name?"

She put her tongue back in her mouth and swallowed bitterly. The name of the monster is like a spell. Once known, it is equivalent to being controlled. She squinted at the flame on Jingning's index finger, her lips trembled, and she choked and wiped her tears, saying: "The last painting. , it's not called the last painting."

Jingning nodded: "Why do you want to harm Miss Liu's family?" Mo Hua's eyes rolled around, not wanting to answer this question, Jing Ning called her name softly, Mo Hua's body froze slightly, and he answered with an unwilling grin. Said: "The one who drew me was a scholar. He has always admired Miss Liu's family, but last month, when he heard that Miss Liu was engaged...he jumped into the river and died. I was the last painting he painted, and he heard his words. Last wish, he always wanted to marry Miss Liu family, I have no other way, so..."

"Want to kill Miss Liu and let them accompany them in the underworld?"

Mo Hua nodded in frustration: "The scholar is so pitiful, I just want to help him fulfill his last wish."

"Although your intentions are good, life, age, illness and death are determined by heaven. How can you kill others' lives to satisfy your own selfishness." Jing Ning said, "For the sake of your integrity, I will let you go today. Practice hard in the future, and don’t do evil things again.”

The last painting nodded obediently.

Jing Ning was silent and said: "Don't stick out your tongue if you don't move, it's easy to be caught."

Mo Hua tilted his head and thought for a while: "But this trick is very useful. Miss Liu family was so scared by me..."

Jing Ning was silent for a while at the right time, and then he looked at the general

He looked at her watery eyes and red nose from crying, Jing Ning suddenly softened and asked softly, "If you want to cultivate the Tao sincerely, I can teach you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Hua's eyes lit up with radiance. She rushed to Jing Ning's feet, hugged his thighs and shouted, "Master is on top, apprentice... apprentice is on the bottom! Let Master play!"

Jing Ning was silent for a while, and he gently pulled Mo Hua's hand away: "I see, you still have to learn culture."

"I can learn anything." Mo Hua looked up at him, "What is the name of Master?"

"Mirror Ning."

"Mirror Ning."

"Call Master."

"The name Jingning is very stable."

"You still have to call Master."

"Master Jingning."

Jing Ning looked at the last painting with her face raised, and felt that she might have just raised her tail and shook it at him. He patted her head in response to the occasion: "I haven't taken any apprentices before, and your qualifications are rather stupid, but I believe that God rewards hard work, I teach hard, you study hard, one day you can at least learn to pretend to be smart It came like this."

Mo Hua nodded happily: "I will definitely live up to Master's trust!"

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Mo Hua's demon power was low, and she never left the scroll for more than three hours. This time, in order to follow Jing Ning's practice, she cruelly left her real body in Liu Mansion, but who would have expected her to be so sleepy after a day's effort, and her steps started. Staggering left to right.

Jing Ning narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this: "I thought there was no one with the worst aptitude in the world than you, but I didn't expect you to be lower than the lower limit of the teacher's extreme imagination..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Hua slumped down like mud with a soft "squeak", and she began to cry aggrievedly: "Master dislikes me."

"Yes, I hate you."

Jing Ning deserves to be so brittle, but the tears on Mo Hua's face don't know whether to continue to fall or roll back in despair. After thinking about it for a while, she decided that she should cry more and more desolately: "I thought Master Jing Ning was a kind-hearted Taoist priest, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect... Oh, the last painting is really wrong Xu Liangyuan, the entrustment is inhuman, I've been wrong all my life..."

Jing Ning squinted at her: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Mo Hua shook his head, just crying desolately.

Jing Ning was silent for a while before taking out a blue and white porcelain vase from his arms. Pulling off the red cork, the fragrant fragrance flowed out immediately, Jing Ning said softly, "This is the medicinal pill condensed by the blood red lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, which can help you condense ten years of cultivation within three days, and practice within fifty years is faster than usual. 100%. This bento is for you..." Before he could finish speaking, his hands that had been white and tender quickly grabbed the porcelain bottle in his hand.

She raised her head and suffocated all the pills in the bottle.

Jing Ning narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of danger in his light voice: "I think you should thank the teacher first."

Mo Hua took a mouthful of medicine, and while chewing, opened his innocent eyes and asked vaguely, "Isn't it a matter of course that Master gives the apprentice a gift?"

Jingning nodded clearly: "So, where is the apprentice's apprenticeship ceremony now?"

A pair of round eyes rolled around, Mo Hua swallowed what was in her mouth, and said happily, "Here and here." She jumped up, jumped to Jing Ning's side, and kissed the mirror with lightning speed. Ning's face.

This sudden shock caused the indifferent heart to beat out of rhythm. Mo Hua's face filled with a dazzling smile in front of his eyes: "Don't those monsters who repay their gratitude say that the biggest gift is to promise each other, how about I promise myself to Master?"

Jingning was silent for a long time, he forced himself to look away and sighed: "You really should learn culture first."

Mo Hua looked at him expectantly: "Master, teach me."

Jing Ning turned his head back involuntarily, and suddenly had the urge to escape. Let the end

The painting stared at him for a long time before he pretended to be indifferent: "It's better to teach you spells first as a teacher."

"I learn everything Master teaches, and I am also Master's person."

This might sound a bit strange, but Jing Ning thought about it with a very righteous mind. The last painting was her apprentice, so it wasn't too strange for her to say this. He nodded and said, "Remember, teaching you spells for your teacher is for you to use it to clear your way, and don't hurt others. If you violate my rules, I will accept you in person."

Mo Hua blinked at him, but made no statement.

"Do you understand?"

Mo Hua scratched his head: "I don't quite understand. You haven't made it clear yet. What are you going to do with me in person? Auntie?"

Jing Ning took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes: "I have to find a master to teach you culture first."

Mo Hua lowered his head, but there was a hidden smile under his aggrieved eyebrows. Master didn't know that the scholar who drew her was a very good teacher.

Chapter Four

In March, the alleys of Jincheng are full of flying flowers, the weeping willows and catkins on the river embankment are scattered all over the river, and the girl in the huáng clothes sings an infatuated song on the bow of the boat: "The mountains have trees and trees have branches, and the heart is happy. Jun Xi, you don't know."

The boatman shook the oars, laughed after hearing this sentence, and said to Jing Ning, who was drinking tea alone: ​​"This brother, you are very lucky."

Jing Ning said calmly: "She is just learning to sing, and she doesn't know what it means." After a pause in the song, Mo Hua said with dissatisfaction: "I still understand the meaning of these words, not only do I understand this, but I can also sing Cang Cang and Bai Lu. Weishuang, the so-called Yiren, is, in..."

Jing Ning raised his head in a funny way: "Where is it?"

Mo Hua stared blankly at the river bank, Jing Ning followed her gaze, and saw a woman in white standing quietly under the willow tree on the river bank. Even if the weeping willow made people unable to see her truly, her stunning appearance was hard to hide. At a glance, you can see the beauty of the city.

Jing Ning moved the compass in his sleeve, his eyebrows darkened slightly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Fox demon." He jumped up. Mo Hua didn't know why, so he was going to pull his sleeves, but Jing Ningli couldn't hold back his strength for a while, and swept Mo Hua Shengsheng into the river, the boat moved forward, slammed her head into the water Down.

Not even a single blister was spit out, and there was no movement under the boat.

The boat's family turned pale in shock, and he didn't think that the shock was not over yet, and the young master Qing Jun left the word "save people" lightly, then he lifted his breath and jumped away, chasing the beautiful lady on the shore. Upon seeing this, the boatman yelled, "Hey, the heartless man!" The boatman jumped into the water, and hurriedly salvaged the woman in the hooded shirt who fell into the water.

At the end of the painting, she heard someone calling her "little girl" in a daze. She opened her eyes and softly called "Jing Ning".

Master," but saw the wet boatman shaking his head and sighing at her: "Girl, that's a thin man, you'd better find another sweetheart. "

Mo Hua's heart froze, and her mind became much clearer. She opened her mouth and asked, "He went after that beautiful woman."

The boatman kept sighing. At the end of the painting, the eyelids are drooping, and the heart is full of mixed feelings.

When Jing Ning came back, three bloodstains were scratched on his neck. The boatman took his money and glared at him very dissatisfied, but he couldn't say anything else.

Mo Hua sat on the rough green slope by the shore, crying with swollen eyes. Jing Ning was very puzzled. He was just catching monsters as usual, why after he came back, it seemed that the whole world was spurning him. He glanced at the big bag on Mo Hua's forehead that was knocked out by the boat, and asked, "But is it so painful?"

"I..." Mo Hua glanced at him and choked up as soon as he opened his mouth, "My heart hurts! Very heartache!"

Jing Ning squatted and helped her gently rub the bag on her forehead: "Why?"

"I fell into the river like that..." she said while sobbing, her hand kept gesturing that she was struggling, "I fell in like that, you don't care, I'll run after other women It's gone." Her nasal voice was very strong, and the snoring made it more and more inaudible, only the sentence "Actually, you wanted to kill me" was particularly clear.

Jing Ning was puzzled: "I see you cry so hard."

As if to confirm his words, Mo Hua honestly cried even more.

Jing Ning is not good at comforting people, so he squatted in front of her and looked at her for a long time before sighing, and said helplessly: "I'll pick you up first for the next time, you monster, don't cry too much."

Mo Hua choked and couldn't stop, and his head rubbed against Jing Ning's shoulder as if he had no strength. Jing Ning froze slightly, but did not push her away.

Mo Hua saw the bloodstains on his neck in the hazy eyes of tears. At such a close distance, she realized that the wound was ferocious, thin and deep, and it seemed that a little further inward could cut his throat. Mo Hua wiped his tears back and forth on his shoulder, and whispered, "My heart hurts, my heart hurts! You can't leave me next time."

"Well, I won't leave you."