Zijing secretly looked at Xin Yi and saw that this guy was absent-minded and peeking around. If the old painter hadn't stopped him from moving, she would have flown out of the sky long ago.
As the sun set, the boy next to the painter handed over a lamp and shone it on the portrait. Xin Yi looked up and saw that the little boy looked pink and tender, and his eyes were like two bright obsidian. Because of nervousness, She pursed her lower lip slightly, her cheeks were chubby, and she looked very pleasant.
After a while, the painter took out the painting and handed it to Xin Yi.
"The painting is pretty good, but it's a little too realistic." Xin Yi looked at himself, feeling a little embarrassed.
Zijing came up to take a look, took it over and looked at it.
"What you want is realism! If we are separated in the future, I can remember your appearance according to this portrait, right?"
The old painter smiled and stroked his beard: "If it is a girl It’s too realistic, but you can see the red jade next to the ear, and when you touch it, it turns into a smelling flower!”
“It’s so wonderful, sir, please help me change it immediately!” She will take it away Unexpectedly, Zijing dodged the drawing paper, waved his fingers to dry the drawing, immediately rolled it up and held it tightly, facing Xin Yi, he puffed up his chest and said:
"Pay! Agreed You please me, you Pay the money, I'll take the paintings, and everyone will do their job!"
Seeing his childish attitude, Lu Xinyi didn't bother to argue with him, so he pouted and took out eight dollars from his purse. The man then said goodbye to the old man.
After wandering around the city for about an hour or two, the two of them walked together on the street. After eating and drinking, Zijing touched his round belly and walked step by step.
Xin Yi thought about it for a long time and still couldn't tell her what she wanted to leave. What tone and identity should she use? Too formal and too casual would make it seem like she didn't regard the other person as a friend.
Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two of them grew longer and longer. She was the first to speak:
"I knew a big snake demon before, and he was as heartless as you. Life is very happy!"
Zijing was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Oh? You might as well tell me your name, I might still know you!"
She shook her head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed: "It's strange. This person's name was still on her lips just now, but in the blink of an eye, she couldn't remember anything. She only remembered that we were very close, and there seemed to be many memories. He has been there before."
Touching the newly framed scroll on his waist, Zijing said a little unnaturally: "Well, if it is really important. Even if you forget, you will remember it, right?” br>
"Then...how have you always felt about him?"
Lu Xinyi turned around and looked at him suddenly, his eyes full of doubts.
Zijing hurriedly laughed twice and explained in a panic: "Well, I don't think I miss you so much when you mention him. Besides, the storyteller said that the one who is near the water first gets the moon, so I am also suspicious of you..." < br>
Lu Xinyi didn't bother to listen to his explanation. He just looked at him, who was usually such an arrogant and suave person, but now he was timid, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Just as he was about to say something, he saw a flash of green light in the distance, followed by a shrill scream.
Zijing: "It's the witchcraft of the Chu Kingdom. Someone was harmed!"
The two of them couldn't help but run towards the place where the screams were coming. They ran for about a mile, and they saw a green light He flashed past, then ran away into the distance, and when he ran closer, he saw a lantern that was only burned by the fire and only a few pieces left. An old man in white fell to the ground, with blood splattering from his mouth, and a boy was holding his body. Cry loudly.
"Isn't this the painter we just met?" The two looked at each other and walked quickly to the boy. There was a blood stain on the boy's pale face, his eyes were empty, and only endless black pupils could be seen in his eyes. Not a single white spot to be seen.
Zijing hurriedly pulled Xin Yi behind him: "Be careful, he is also from Chu!"
The two stared at the boy for a long time, but saw that The boy had no intention of hurting anyone. On the contrary, there were too many wounds all over his body, which kept overflowing with spiritual power, and all that spiritual power continued to flow into the old man's body.
Zijing slowly squatted down and said: "You have been seriously injured and he is dead. Even if you give him all your spiritual power, he will not come back to life. On the contrary, you will Lost all practice.”
"I know." The boy said with difficulty, looking up at Zijing.
"I am from the Chu State. Aweng saved me and raised me, but now he died because of me. I am a sinner, you...kill me."
Xin Yi was confused. In the meantime, I just heard Zijing say: "The Chu State has been burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of evil in the surrounding countries in the past few years, especially the recent rebel army, in which there was a human being who became a witch. She often plunders some of the demon’s spiritual skills to supplement her own cultivation.”
The boy’s eyes were full of sorrow, and he was still wiping the blood on the old man’s mouth with his sleeves. Zijing took a piece of handkerchief from his arms. Hand it over:
"The person who just came to kill you is also from Chu, right? People cannot be resurrected after death, so please forgive me and obey!"
The boy did not take the handkerchief, but instead clenched his fist. After a while, as if he had made up his mind, all five claws sprouted sharp armor and stabbed his chest suddenly——
In an instant, countless spiritual energy overflowed, and a powerful force The light dazzled the two of them so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. Lu Xinyi felt that the scene was hideous and terrifying. He pulled Zijing's sleeves and heard him sigh. :
“He actually destroyed his spiritual base and went against heaven. As a result, he will never have the possibility of cultivating to become a god forever!”
Xin Yi was startled and hurriedly went up to stop him, but Before his hand touched the boy, he saw him take out a heart from his chest. The "heart" was emitting a bright green light and trembling in the dark night.
Lu Xinyi went up to stop him, knelt on the ground, and said eagerly: "Just wait, there may be other ways to save him. He just gave up his life to save you. How could you do this? Isn’t it painful to let him down?”
The boy's lips turned white and his eyes began to droop. After struggling to smile, he pushed her hand away and pressed the heart directly into the old man's body.
In an instant, the blood all over the old man's body flowed back, and the blood on the ground quickly retraced his steps, as if time had passed and destiny had changed.
The old man's face gradually turned rosy, but the boy sat slumped on the ground.
After a moment, the boy's figure dissipated and turned into a snow-white fox. The old man slowly opened his eyes and only glanced at the white mass on the ground, and he understood most of it.
But his hands were still trembling, his eyes were full of unwillingness to believe, and he looked at Zijing in disbelief.
"Ruan'er, he...he..."
"He destroyed his spiritual foundation in order to save you."
"Ruan'er! Why are you so confused! Aweng is I want you to live, Ruan Er!" The old man threw himself on that white mass, crying as if the world was collapsing and his life was over.
After crying a few times, the old man lost his mind and fell to the ground without breathing.