Inner Demons

Li Yunxin stood up and started walking slowly after sitting alone in the forest for an hour.

It’s almost late autumn outside, but here are Birds, Speech, Flowers, Fragrances.

Xiaoyun Mountain is a weird place. Supernatural powers are limited, and the flow of time is different from elsewhere. This is no longer what “miracle” can explain-at least not the “miracle” meaning in this World. Or is this the so-called means of heaven and man?

While walking, he recounted in the heart what he had experienced in the short time since he came to this Xiaoyun Mountain.

When I first saw Su Yusong, this hypocrite was very kind. It can even be said that he is the most kind person to himself among the forces he has seen. As a Saint in name, he doesn’t show any supernatural powers. He spoke and acted politely, and for a moment he almost felt that this person really…want to show his favor.

Until I came to this palace in the forest.

The eight people showed a cold and contemptuous attitude towards him. It’s not because of this attitude that he gets angry. It’s because, if Su Yusong really values ​​himself and is so friendly as he appears, why should he let himself see the appearance of those eight people?

It doesn’t look like a careless mistake, but it’s more like a sack.

Next, the pseudo-saint told himself a lot of “inside information”. But Li Yunxin still had a sense of vigilance in his heart, so he did not express his emotions too much.

So… I showed myself Liu Gongzan outside Yunshan.

If it was an unintentional mistake before, then the meaning at this time is already very obvious. Su Yu Song was slightly angry and showed himself the hostage in his hand.

Thinking of this, Li Yunxin sighed.

Now that I am in this Xiaoyun Mountain, I am imprisoned in disguise. The opponent has plenty of time and confidence to wait for him to give in. Perhaps because of the identity of “Saint”, he showed more magnanimity-so it is “li” first. If the etiquette fails, it will be soldiers.

As for what they want… the information on the Demon side is one layer. More, it should be a bright jade slip. Maybe… there is someone else?

Or, some secrets about yourself.

When he thought of this, he unconsciously walked a small circle in the forest, and was walking to a lush bush with red fruits. The fruit is only the size of a fingertip, and it is charming and beautiful. He casually stretched out his hand to pick it up and play.

Suddenly someone said: “Be careful, the dragon king, the fruit is poisonous.”

Then the speaker walked out from behind the tree—it was Xin Xi Liu.

Li Yunxin was not surprised by her arrival. After all, Su Yusong has already said, calling “Xi Young Lady Liu” to accompany him. In fact, it is surveillance.

Su Yusong is of course impossible and inseparable from him, so he sent this little girl, who is also a Taoist priest and who understands his own methods better.

Li Yunxin retracted his hand and turned to look at her.

I saw that she changed her clothes, and she carried the wooden box with brass leather in her hand. There was a slight smile on his face, and his hair was only combed in a double bun. It was like a little maid outing in the spring.

Seeing that Li Yunxin did not speak, Xin Xiliu jumped over a few dead trees and came over: “How did the Dragon King just talk?”

Li Yunxin thought for a while: “Not very good. That’s why I called you to monitor me. I’m probably going to stay here for a long time.”

Xin Xiliu smiled again: “It’s also a good thing-this is a good job I’m looking forward to The Dragon King said that there was not much time before, but now I have it. I can think about it slowly, and then…slowly teach me.”

Speaking of raising the wooden box in his hand: “I I brought the painting tools. Will the Dragon King walk around again, or will he relieve his boredom now?”

——Li Yunxin does not use “practice painting” to relieve boredom. But when he was about to say no, he saw Xin Xiliu winking playfully at him.

So there was a slight jump in my heart and remembered one thing.

Su Yusong has shown him supernatural powers before. Supernatural powers are forbidden here, but his method is available for some reason. This means… what Su Yusong wants to see, maybe there is a way to see what they are doing and hear what they are saying now.

If Xin Xiliu is indeed from Mu Nanju, it is difficult to say secret words to himself. Maybe… She is trying to communicate with herself in this way.

So nodded laughed: “Okay.”

The two returned to the tree shed in the jungle and sat down at a small table.

Xin Xi Liu opened the wooden box and first took out a night pearl. Put it in the lampstand on the table, and it will release soft rays of light.

Take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one from the box and put them on the table. Then I saw Li Yunxin: “Dragon King-there is nothing to say, no who wants to see?”

Li Yunxin looked at her eyes, and when she remembered, she said to herself.

She said that she wanted to use herself to come to Yunshan to find a legitimate reason to travel everywhere. But now she is by her side, and there is no room for activities. She wants to…

Li Yunxin squinted her eyes, knowing it in her heart.

As a person from Mu Nanju, Xin Xiliu wants to go everywhere. As a Freemason, she came to monitor herself again, trying to get some words out of her mouth, and find some weaknesses. So… there is one thing, he did something that can satisfy the purpose of these two identities at the same time…

So he thought about it, and sighed: “No matter. You…help me take it. One painting, for one person.”

“Research ink.”

Hearing his instructions, Xin Xiliu became happy-looking at it because “I can finally see I was excited about the “Cultivation Base of the World”.

I took a little water and added it to the inkstone. He took another ink stick, pulled his sleeve with his left hand, and slowly began to study it.

In a short while, there will be a plume of thick ink in the inkstone. And Li Yunxin took a center forward at this moment, wet the pen in the brush wash, and stretched out his hand to rub it on the table.

The raw rice paper weighed on the table feels great, reminding him of the past. This formerly refers to the appearance of the parents in this life and this life in the mountain village.

Actually…that’s all months. But now I think about the past, as if I am recalling the dream I had last night.

At that time, he still had a great state of mind. He just looked at many things in his eyes, but didn’t have many feelings in his heart. For example, he knows that sometimes, he pretends to play in the garden, and his mother, Shangguanyue, will look at him under the porch with a wooden pillar that has been round and smooth over the years-often it is a little one hour.

At that time… he knew that the woman was “loving.” Maybe there are other reasons-“fear that good times will one day pass.”

But he used to just know.

Now… But I feel a little soreness in my chest.

But many things could not be realized at the time, and thinking about it later is like a dream in the mist. The past, the past cannot be pursued, only regret that’s all.

At that time, I used this kind of paper to practice painting. After he fled there, he became a Demon and his mana became stronger day by day, but he hadn’t touched this thing for a long time.

He lightly sighed, vomiting the sudden sorrow and sorrow in his chest on the paper-and tapped the inkstone with the tip of a pen.

The snow-white pen point immediately sucked in ink. He just hooked it back and forth at random—and sketched out a blade.

Only half of the blade was taken—as thin as cicada wing, as if poking out from a puff of white mist. Even after watching for a long time, I can feel the sword edge trembling slightly, as if the next moment is about to be handed to my eyes.

Xin Xiliu held his breath, staring at every stroke of Li Yunxin without blinking.

He hooked up this sword and thought of Li Chunfeng again. Li Chunfeng … his biological father in this world.

In fact, the impression of him is probably deeper than that of Shangguanyue. Before he escaped from the mountain village, he was taught by that man. In fact, he was born to speak, but in order to be unobtrusive, he played a period of “baby talk”. Afterwards, he was really annoying and stopped continuing-he began to speak fluently after one night.

I remember that Li Chunfeng smiled very happily at that time, saying that it was really Dao Child, destined to be extraordinary.

It should have been a pleasure. However, after saying this that day, he was silent again.

Li Yunxin didn’t understand at the time, but now he understands.

It’s Dao Child…exceptional talent. But they have to hide in this mountain village with them, perhaps to spend their lives in a mortal manner. He and Shangguanyue are both shocking and stunning characters, so how could they be willing to do so with their child?

Later, they eventually taught themselves some methods of red and blue painting, but they didn’t explain too much about the cultivation world to themselves, and they rarely talk aside… probably because of this contradictory mentality.

Neither reconciled to burying it, but also very afraid that one day, these skills will come into use.

Now I want to… these two people.

It is the first time in this world who really cares about themselves.

It’s just that they are all dead. He killed Qing Quan in Weicheng. However…

This matter is not over yet.

Nowhere.

He sighed a second time. Turn the wrist to make the pen point upward. When he used the pen to wash the pen just now, a few drops of water were left on the edge. He quickly turned the pen on the edge and sucked the drops of water into the tip of the pen. The ink from the nib oozes into the pen belly again with water, turning into light ink.

So I started writing again and quickly hooked up two strokes in front of sword edge with the pen belly.

There is a scale of light ink on the paper.

But the approximately triangular scales are split. Just look at the meaning in the painting, like being cut off by the blade of as thin as cicada wing.

Xin Xi Liu Ben was watching quietly. See here, slightly frowned.

It’s a big piece of paper. However, the blade and scale of Li Yunxin only occupies a small side on the right-there is still a lot of white space.

She also couldn’t understand what the Weishui Dragon King wanted to say with this painting.

At this moment, Li Yunxin turned his wrist slightly and shook the pen. So most of the ink on the pen tip was threw away. Next, I explored the inkstone again—this time I was soaked in ink.

So…the pen is very dry, even slightly branched.

But he didn’t care. eyebrows slightly frowned, starting with the inscription on the left side of the paper. Xin Xiliu was originally curious, so he looked more closely at this time. Seeing the first line is——

Zhoujiu and Junjun Zikuan.

Then comes the second line–

The favor is turned upside down like waves.

After writing these fourteen words, the ink is already very dry-the handwriting is like the weeds that fell on the rock wall in the years of the drought, and you can feel the loneliness of assaults the senses at a glance Meaning. When Li Yunxin wrote these two sentences, he brows tightly knit, and the pen is fast and profitable. From the depression and loneliness, he is 30% fierce.

He seems to be – angry.

Xin Xi Liu lightly took a deep breath and leaned back slightly.

Then Li Yunxin dipped the ink in the inkstone again, and continued to write the third and fourth lines——

The white prime minister knew that he still pressed his sword,

Zhumenxianda laughed at the crown!

Xin Xiliu is a Taoist priest, but he also knows poetry. Not everyone, but it is good or bad. At first, she knew that Li Yunxin was the highest cultivation base of painting art at that time because…

Li Yunxin had the highest realm.

He is the realm, and the Daoist priests on Yunshan, the highest is the realm that’s all.

She knows that he has a high level, but she doesn’t know how good he is in painting techniques. I knew that Li Yunxin had no serious inheritance when he was a boy. After being a demon, he was also impossible to concentrate on this. So I feel… he should be more brilliant than himself. But this brilliant, perhaps more because of his realm.

But now…

She frowned slightly at the table and pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

The magical powers are forbidden here. His paintings are just ordinary paintings that’s all. But it was something like this, with four lines of poems like this…

It made her feel that baleful qi was overflowing, as if it was about to burst out of every stroke, making her breathless. I feel a slight tingling in my lungs!

Purely speaking from the technique of painting…

Why is he so strong? !

But look at these four lines of his poem again. Judging from her limited knowledge, these four sentences are also excellent. Even though she can’t really appreciate the deep meaning of each sentence, she can only read it literally…Floating Light Sweeping Shadow.

What these four lines of poem say is about drinking with an old friend, trying to extinguish the resentment in my heart. But even with friends who have known each other for many years until the white head is together, you must press the hilt of your sword to prevent him from harming you. And waiting for him to rise to meteoric rise, and you expect him to promote and take care of you, but that’s all that makes people laugh.

She said these four sentences again in the heart. Think poetry is excellent. However, this poetry, this painting…

She was taken aback for a moment, and said in a low voice: “Dragon King…is it going to be given to Liu Gongzan?”

Li Yunxin was silent for a while—— The hanging pen is at the end of the fourth few sentences, seeming to want to continue writing, but hesitated.

Listening to her asking like this, I just smiled.

Xin Xiliu knows that this is the default.

At this time, her mind was all attracted by this painting and this poem. After thinking about it for a while, his eyebrows frowned slightly: “These four sentences…naturally good. But there are still some unfinished meanings. Dragon King…is there any more?” Li Yunxin remained silent for a while. Suddenly, with his fingers, he snapped the pen in his hand and threw it on the ground.

“No more.” He stood up slowly, looked down at the painting again, then turned around and flicked his sleeves, “You will give it to Liu Gong praise for me.”