Chapter 115 All the way to the North Road
After a long period of silence in the Shangguan government, the maids stood respectfully on the side of the room and were always on standby.
In the courtyard, there were crowds of people. Officials and eunuchs were fascinated by the painting. Talented women couldn't take their eyes off. They looked at the painting with beautiful women and were silent for a long time.
Lu Xiaokui has an extremely handsome face, with good facial features and rich as jade. However, at this moment, his clear eyes always stayed in the eyes of the woman in the painting.
Looking at her holy eyes and her almost divine beauty, Lu Xiaokui couldn't help but give Xu Xu comments to the painter.
"What a good means!" Lu Xiaokui said secretly in his heart.
He has woken up from intoxication, because he is a time comparable to Zhu Moyang.
Lu Xiaokui was originally obsessed with calligraphy and was an extremely outstanding Taoist. He was just worse than Lin Yi. Even if Tang Feifei fought in front of him at this moment, he would be gloomy.
So, he was able to persist for 17 days under the shadow of the golden cicada pen. Although he was defeated in the end, it was enough to be proud of these long days alone.
"People full of secrets are more and more worth killing, so that they will be meaningful!" Lu Xiaokui was fierce in his heart.
He glanced around casually and found no trace of Lin Yi. He knew that the other party had left the courtyard, but it didn't matter. The important thing was that he was ready to kill the other party's plot.
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Lin Yi looked at the Shangguan Yan in front of him, who was as painted by himself, looked at her white Ruodongxue's skin, and saw how blushed her face was shy. In an eye, she became a little dull and stunned.
The other party's face is very beautiful, as beautiful as the beauty of the world, peerless beauty.
A head of green silk falls like a waterfall, and its eyes are as clear as a lake. Its eyes are not stained with dust in the world, and its delicate face is better than white lotus.
is such a beautiful woman, but Shangguan Yan's reputation in Liaocheng is not even as good as the rich family of official eunuchs.
Lin Yi doesn't know the reason, and he doesn't know that the other party is actually infected with a stubborn disease, which is difficult to cure. Because at this time, he had already been intoxicated, as if he were looking at the woman he had drawn.
As Shangguan Yan, who was staring at by the other party, finally couldn't stand the other party's eyes after a long time, and then she whispered, "Who is the woman who followed you before?"
seemed to be awakened by the other party's words. Lin Yi withdrew his eyes and saw the other party blushing. He couldn't help but feel a little rude. Then he grabbed his head awkwardly and replied, "She is my senior sister and a student in the painting workshop!"
"Oh, that's it!" Shangguan Yan replied softly, but in his beautiful eyes, a doubt that even Lin Yi was unaware of flashed. She continued, "Listen to your accent, it doesn't seem to be a local. I don't know where you are from?"
When Lin Yi heard the other party's words, a trace of bitterness flashed in his heart, but he did not show some emotions hidden in his heart, but smiled and said, "The wanderer is home all over the world. I come from the world, and the world is naturally my source!"
"So, did you pass by Laocheng and were accepted as a student by your husband?" Shangguan Yan asked curiously.
"I believe that Haotian has a fixed number!" Lin Yi did not answer her questions, but looked up at the wide blue sky.
He quietly watched the white clouds in the sky move slowly, watched the golden sunset light fall, and finally sank under the edge of the distant western mountain and turned into a dark blue when the night fell.
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Lin Yi said goodbye to Shangguan Yan, Shangguan Mode, and also said goodbye to Shangguan.
The beautiful picture scroll has been left in the Shangguan Mansion and collected by Shangguan Mode himself.
Before, the son of the Lu family wanted to buy the painting with silver, but Shangguan Mode did not allow it; then Prince Xiaode wanted to buy it with gold, but Shangguan Mode still did not allow it.
This is a beautiful painting. People can't imagine how much it is worth. Maybe it can't be measured by money. Because of this, Shangguan Moder will desperately keep it and let others offer sky-high prices and be indifferent.
The painting is from Lin Yi, who is now widely spread.
Who is Lin Yi?
In the eyes of unwitting people, he is a plain and even ugly camel teenager; and for those who know him well, he is Mr. Chang Wei's personal student and a famous Taoist.
Before Lin Yi left the Shangguan government, he chatted a lot with Shangguan Yan's father and daughter, so he also came out from Shangguan Mode's mouth that Shangguan Yan had been ill since he was a child, so his son could only stay at home. She did not have the happy childhood to play, nor did she have the opportunity to study in a private school with others. Except for the private school teacher in the family who often taught her, she was isolated from the world. However, Shangguan Yansheng's beauty is said to look like his mother.
Lin Yi walked on the dark street and recalled that she had stroked the piano and recited poems alone when she was a child. When she was a child, she was crazy about learning literature alone. In her heart, she couldn't help but secretly began to have an inexplicable pity and admiration for her.
"Compared with her closed doors, my childhood in this life is much more wonderful." Lin Yi whispered, and his face smiled unnaturally, and in his mind, he began to sound his childhood life with Zili again.
"Zi Li, how are you doing now?" Lin Yi walked alone on the ancient street and gradually walked to the thirteenth lane. He said to himself, but no one answered him. There was silence around him, and there was only an old candlelight shining in the city.
The sky is wide and starry, but there is no light. And the moonlight is still not there!
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"Ao!!"
A loud sneeze spewed out of a young man's nose, shaking the air in the room. Even the ancient house, which had stood for ten thousand years, almost collapsed under the turbulence of this sneeze.
Outside the ancient house, the wood-carved door creaked, and in the courtyard surrounded by the ancient house, the strange flowers and grass are still flourishing, and even more lush.
This is a brand-new morning, which is an unstepable place under the Cangming Mountain. The ten-thousand-year-old trees outside the courtyard are swaying in the wind, and the sun shines directly, passing through the cracks in the leaves.
"Young master, you are finally out of the customs!" The ten-thousand-year-old tree growing in an unreachable place spoke slowly.
"I rubbed him to look at it. It really choked me!" Zili ran out of the house in confusion, and his dust seemed to have been trapped for ten years. He had no time to answer the words of the ancient tree and quickly ran to the stream in the courtyard.
The grass was growing by the stream. Zili took a look at the clear bottom of the stream and jumped straight forward without any scruples, regardless of the coolness in the morning.
With a crash!
Zi Li's burly body fell into the stream and splashed sporadic drops of water. The water drops scattered on the green grass beside the stream, bringing a tremor and swaying, and the water beads hung on the branches of the grass, and couldn't help flashing straight sunlight.
The light is continuous, with a trace of warmth, but for Zili at this moment, he has no time to bask in the sun.
A dirty dust suddenly detached from its body, and the dust flowed downstream along the stream. At this time, the clear stream could not help becoming dirty.
"It's really time to wash it well, and I don't know how long it will take to feel this feeling!" Zi Li wiped the skin on his body with his hand and said with emotion.
For nearly three months, Zili has completely inherited the power in the ancient house. That power is not harmful to him, and even has great benefits, because it is the memory of the origin of the demon clan and the memory left by men thousands of years ago.
There are records of thousands of demons in memory, and there are also ways for demons to practice. From flying dragons and phoenixes to termites in the world, as long as they exist in this world, they are all in that memory.
Is Zili a demon?
This is not true. He is just born with a demon charm pasted on his chest, and in the demon charm, it seals an extremely pure power of the original demon elixir.
In the past, he did not know what the power of the demon elixir was, nor did he know how evil the practice of the demon clan was. However, after he completely realized that memory, Zili seemed to feel his future practice.
"Lin Yi, when I reach the demon king, I will step into the world to find you. At that time, we will go to the underworld together and kill those who should be killed!" Zi Li said to himself, and his tone was full of domineering.
He lay naked in the stream, staring straight at the blue sky, and his heart was clear. At his chest, the old rune was not soaked by the stream and did not flow away, but on the extremely complex rune, there was a trace of black light scattered around Zili's body.
Zili, lying flat in the stream, could not feel cold, as if the stream itself had no coolness and temperature. If it hadn't been for the gentle push of the stream at this moment, the latter would not even feel the existence of water.
The stream is actually very cold, cool enough to freeze to death, but he is not afraid, because there is a continuous black soft light on his chest. These black soft lights are produced by the power of the elixir hidden in Zili's body. Although it does not look strong on the surface, it is enough to make it not afraid of all the cold and heat in the world.
All the dust on his body was washed away by the stream, and Zi Li got up from the stream. He took out a brand-new robe from the storage bag and put it on, and then walked to the inner courtyard.
"How long have I been in the house?" Zi Li returned to the courtyard, looked up at the ancient tree standing outside the courtyard, and asked.
"It's been three months since I returned to the young master's words." The ancient tree replied.
"March, has it been this long?" Zi Li never thought that it would take so much time for his perception. He slowly frowned and thought, and continued to say, "Please send me away!"
"Is the young master insisting on leaving? Why don't you improve your strength..."
"I have made up my mind. There is no need to say more. Moreover, no matter how high the cultivation is, what's the use if there is no practical training?" Zili interrupted the ancient tree and said directly.
Hearing this, the ancient tree did not refute Zi Li's words. It was silent for a long time and then said, "In this case, the old man will send the young master away. The young master just needs to walk to the wasteland in the courtyard!"
When Zi Li heard this, he bowed respectfully to the ancient tree in front of him, and then walked to the wasteland without any hesitation.
The white light flashed, and the great wasteland located in the small courtyard suddenly started, and a strong atmosphere of heaven and earth surged, and the figure of Zili directly dissipated between heaven and earth.
This way, all the way north.
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