Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

There are more tables and cases by the window, and that position happens to have sunlight coming in, and the light is sufficient.

Ku Jing knelt down in front of the table, spreading out the white rice paper and smoothing out every wrinkle.The ink had been ground to the concentration she wanted. She picked up the pen to fill it up with ink, but she didn't move the pen. Instead, she put the pen back on the pen holder after it was filled with ink.Then she kept looking at the plum tree outside the window, despite the ink dripping from the end of the writing brush to form a big stain on the table.

The dry mirror just looked at the plum tree quietly, with a focused look. From the moment the sky broke to the sunset on the western mountain, the sky behind the plum tree changed into different colors with time, and the dry mirror kept watching until the pen dried up. dry.

Such a situation is common for Ku Jing, if her servants in the Yan Luo Palace saw her doing this, they would have knelt on the ground in less than two hours.Because there was a precedent, in the first winter when Ku Jing was persuaded by Mozun to enter Yanluo Palace, when the first new snow fell, she stared at the snow for two whole days, waiting for her to give her what she wanted. When the snow scene was drawn, her eyes were completely burned by Bai Xue and bleeding profusely.Therefore, Mrs. Qingcheng, the hostess of the Yanluo Palace, is afraid that the withered mirror will blind her eyes for a long time, so she ordered all the servant girls in the Hall of Fenggu that if the withered mirror looks at something for more than two hours, they must try their best to persuade them. Only then did Ku Jing restrain himself and no longer weep blood.

Later, in order to repay Mrs. Qingcheng's care, Ku Jing, who never liked to appear in front of people, participated in the demon war initiated by the demon king, and used a spring breeze brush to snatch the vitality of three thousand demon spirits. After that, the four seasons are reversed, and the grass and trees are revived in autumn and spring.After this battle, everyone knew that Ku Jing was indeed Master Wu Min's great disciple, who had been taught by the saint himself.

There are a lot of affairs in Penglaimen today. Although they are not major matters, it is the accumulation of these trivial matters that makes people unable to escape.So by the time Huayan returned to her golden house, Zangjiao's courtyard, it was already the top of willows on the moon.Hua Yan thought that Ku Jing had already fallen asleep, but saw a light in the courtyard from afar.However, before Hua Yan was happy seeing the warm light, she could smell the bloody smell lurking in the air!There are barriers set up by her for several miles around, so... the source of this bloody smell can only be dry mirror.

'Aren't you afraid that I will use it to kill myself if I can't think of it for a while? '

The words of Ku Jing in the morning were recalled in Hua Yan's mind at this moment, Hua Yan's smile disappeared completely, and he rushed to the room at the fastest speed in his life.

Hua Yan knocked open the door, the debris of the door and the floating dust flew under the light, Hua Yan broke in amidst the light and dust.

"What are you doing?" Ku Jing looked at the Huayan who was stepping towards her, and took the finger on her lips, wondering.

"I..." Hua Yan looked around at the unscathed Knee Kneeling in front of the case, knowing that he was overthinking, and looking back at the doorkeeper's body, he was embarrassed and thankful that he was speechless for a while.She stepped forward, looked at the white rice paper under Ku Jing, and understood the origin of the bloody smell.On the drawing paper, Ku Jing has already painted the plum branches with ink, and the unfinished red plum is the culprit that makes Hua Yan think too much.

Hua Yan sighed, sat next to Ku Jing and put her on the table with his left hand to pick it up, and sure enough, he saw the wound bitten by his teeth on the slender fingertips, Ku Jing was painting the plum with his own blood.The wound on the finger was still fresh, Hua Yan subconsciously took the injured finger into his mouth, at first he licked the wound, and then he thought he felt a little angry, so he nibbled it lightly in retaliation.

"Hiss—what are you doing?" Ku Jing pulled out her fingers and looked at Hua Yan in shame, her lips were also stained with the unique red color of blood.Hua Yan leaned over her shoulder and kissed her lips, Ku Jing put the paintbrush aside in surprise.

After the two kissed, the dry mirror's lips naturally turned red a lot, but the blood color that made Hua Yan feel an eyesore disappeared, and it was unclear whether it was smudged on the lips or was eaten by Hua Yan.

"Senior Sister." Hua Yan looked at the dry mirror that had devoted herself to painting again, and called out with some helplessness.

"What's wrong?" With a pen, Ku Jing blurred away the blood dripping on the painting before, and stopped looking at Huayan.

"Have you finished painting?" Hua Yan asked.

"Not yet." Ku Jing shook her head, the wound on her fingertips was no longer bleeding, she subconsciously brought her finger to her mouth again.Hua Yan quickly grabbed her, and Ku Jing's movements were stopped, and he looked up at Hua Yan and blinked.

Hua Yan sighed again, and said in a low voice: "It's because I didn't think carefully, you wait until tomorrow and I will find all the paints in Penglai for you."

"But..." Ku Jing turned to his unfinished painting of red plums, frowning, "I haven't finished this one yet."

"Use mine." Hua Yan said, letting go of the withered mirror, and miraculously took out a shiny dagger, without blinking, he cut a cut in his palm, and blood immediately flowed along the line. out.Ku Jing was speechless, watching Hua Yan drop her own blood into the uncontaminated inkstone on the other side with complicated eyes, and soon a layer of fresh blood accumulated in the groove of the inkstone on the other side.After the blood filled the groove, Hua Yan stopped the blood with spiritual energy, then turned to Ku Jing and asked, "Is that enough?"

"..."

Ku Jing looked at the blood on the inkstone, and after being silent for a while, said slowly: "Just one more drawing is enough."

"Keep it if you have too much, don't hurt yourself again." Hua Yan smiled and closed her palms, and her wound disappeared after the red light.

Ku Jing couldn't help laughing, and dipped a little bit of blood in the inkstone with a new thin pen, and said to Hua Yan while spotting the plum tree: "This blood is not other things, it will condense after it can't pass. It's clumped, and it's useless if you inject so much blood."

"As long as senior sister can use a drop, it's not in vain." Hua Yan looked at Ku Jing's hand holding the pen, and said love words with incomparable proficiency and naturalness.

Ku Jing's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were lowered to focus on the painting.Hua Yan didn't want to disturb her, so she watched quietly beside her.For Yu Huayan, the dry mirror that is painting is itself a beautiful painting, nothing else can compare with her.

The lights are always jumping and shaking, which makes the shadows of the two people blend together under the lights from time to time.Once the dry mirror enters the state of painting, it is very easy to ignore other things, such as the passage of time, so Hua Yan waited for a long time for her to finish the painting, and consciously helped grind the special paint in the middle because she was afraid that the special paint would dry out.

"Okay." Ku Jing put down his brush, breaking the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the room.

Hua Yan immediately looked at the paintings on the table. She is actually not a person who knows how to paint, but no matter at her age, the first thing she said when she saw Ku Jing's paintings was: "It's so beautiful." Fortunately, she speaks sincerely every time, and her expression is not perfunctory, so Ku Jing often loves to drag her to look at the paintings when she is on Penglai Island.

Kujing's painters will not be reduced in any way because of the lack of Spring Breeze Brushes. Although her paintings no longer have the ability to invigorate people's vitality, but leaving this layer of concerns aside, you will really feel that the aura is vivid and lifelike when you look at her paintings.Hua Yan looked at the painting, and in a trance, he really smelled the cold fragrance of plum blossoms on the painting amidst the blood. This fragrance is absolutely different from the plum blossom tree outside the window, more aloof and awe-inspiring.

However, Hua Yan always felt that the plum blossoms in the painting were a bit abrupt. That was because the plum blossoms were too dark and seemed to be crushed by frost and snow in the next second, while the plum blossoms were too bright and arrogant on the blossom branches. The plum blossoms and the plum blossoms were dead and alive. Two different temperaments.

Ku Jing seemed to understand her questioning thoughts in her heart, and said with a smile: "This plum blossom is drawn with blood, you can see its changes tomorrow." After finishing speaking, Ku Jing looked at the remaining blood in the inkstone, and said : "You see there are so many left, it's a pity."

"It's not a pity." Hua Yan shook his head, and placed the spiritual energy in his hand on the inkstone. There was another dazzling red light. After the light, Hua Yan moved his hand away. Glowing blood beads.Hua Yan picked up a blood bead, held it in front of the dry mirror, and asked in a low voice: "How about I use these beads to make you a piece of jewelry?"

Ku Jing took the blood bead, looked at it, and said indifferently: "If you are happy, I don't care, you can't help me now."

"Then it's decided like this." Hua Yan put away all these blood beads, glanced at the paintings on the table, thought for a while and asked curiously: "Why does senior sister paint either landscapes or birds, beasts and insects every time she paints?" Fish, or pavilions, but never painted a person?"

"Although people have nothing to draw, who told you that I have never drawn people?" Ku Jing summed up the things on the table and said to Hua Yan with a smile. very good.

Hua Yan was surprised, "Senior Sister has actually drawn people, but I have never seen them before."

Ku Jing looked at her, tilted his head with a smile and asked, "Do you know who the only person I have ever drawn is?"

"Who?"

"You." Ku Jing said, and then stretched out his hand to Hua Yan, "I've been sitting for too long, you pull me up."

Hua Yan was stunned for a moment, pulled Ku Jing up into his arms, hugged her tightly, put his forehead on Ku Jing's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Senior Sister, you make me very distressed."

"Ok?"

"You said that the only person you have ever painted is me, so why doesn't that give me hope." Hua Yan sniffed the fragrance of the dry mirror and closed her eyes, then asked again: "If I don't lock you, will you still Are you this close to me?"

Ku Jing blinked, and said without hesitation: "Yes, do you want to try?"

Hua Yan didn't know how many times she sighed tonight, she hugged the withered mirror in her arms and murmured: "Senior Sister..."

"What do you want me to do?"

On the second day, Hua Yan still woke up in the warm fragrance of nephrite jade, and this time she put a sound transmission command talisman next to Ku Jing's pillow.

Before Hua Yan left, he had a sudden whim to take a look at the table. The painting of plum blossoms was naturally still on the table. The color of the blood had changed from bright to dark, and the brush strokes that were not obvious before were also evident.Hua Yan guessed wrong yesterday. What the dry mirror painted was not the current scene of red plum blossoms in front of the window, but the time when it was about to fall.And what Hua Yan smelled was the last, most unyielding and arrogant fragrance when the plum blossoms in this painting were about to wither.

'I would rather die with the fragrance on the branch, than blow it down in the north wind. 'Although the original sentence was written about Han Ju, Hua Yan always felt that it was suitable for this painting of Ku Jing, and it's not like she can't understand Ku Jing all the time.

As soon as Hua Yan left, Ku Jing opened his eyes, got out of bed naked, and looked at the empty wardrobe two days ahead.

"Did conscience find out?" Ku Jing whispered to himself, and pulled out a set of ultramarine clothes from the closet.And as soon as she put on her clothes, the sound transmission token on the pillow lit up red.

Like an ancient PHS mobile phone with a low configuration.

'Senior sister, I will send the paint and other things later, you wait for me. '

'No more painting with blood! 'Hua Yan emphasized this sentence.

Ku Jing smiled, put the sign aside, walked to the table and picked up the picture of red plums.

The plum blossoms outside the window are as red as blood, and the plum blossom in the dry mirror has already bloomed on the branch.

Only blood can nourish the soul.