After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"Ah-"

In the dilapidated small courtyard across the street from the antenna building, Lin Mao sniffled, endured and endured, and still couldn't help but sneezed a little.

The straw and chicken feathers thrown to them by the dog old man no longer knew that they were things from a few winters ago. Even though Chang Xiaoqing carefully made the bed neatly, as long as people moved a little on it, fine dust would be thrown up.

Across the somewhat cold night, the loud and clear voices of people in Tianxian Pavilion, full of wine, sex and wealth, floated over.

The glazed lamps burning on the pavilion have a beautiful red halo, and the water ripples over the wall where weeds have grown, and the sparkling reflection is reflected in the small muddy courtyard.

Lin Mao rubbed the cold tip of his nose and squeezed it into the straw pile.

Things are a little bit off.

he thought.

The symptom that seemed to have a large invisible hole in the body and the continuous loss of energy reappeared after many days.

In fact, Lin Mao had discovered this symptom a few days ago, but at that time he still had high hopes, so he felt so tired because of running around for days.But today, after finally settling down, Lin Mao can no longer deceive himself or others.

Lin Mao was a little flustered.

He didn't know whether the lack of blood that the unknown old man said before was reliable, but there was no doubt that if he and Chang Xiaoqing continued to run exhaustedly with Zhang Qiong like this, there would be no way to spare any time along the way. Filling the blood.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, Lin Mao always had a premonition that as the days went by, his symptoms of needing to drink blood to replenish his strength would only get worse and worse. One day, he could only rely on hares and deer It is completely impossible to satisfy his needs with his son's blood...

What he really longed for was another scarlet liquid that was thicker and sweeter...

Lin Mao suddenly covered his mouth with his hands, and the strong sense of hunger, thirst and emptiness in his body became more serious.

At this moment, it seemed that someone's eyes fell on him.

Lin Mao raised his head suddenly, and saw the straw bed not far away. The young man who had been unconscious before did not know when he had woken up. Own.

"Master Zhang?"

Lin Mao couldn't help being a little surprised.

It has to be said that Zhang Qiong's eyes are so focused at this time, so focused... a little scary.

"Young Master Lin..."

Zhang Qiong coughed weakly and softly. After noticing that Lin Mao saw him, the young man quickly looked away as if he was frightened.

It could be seen that Zhang Qiong didn't want to alarm Lin Mao, but after a while, he couldn't help vomiting blood from sideways.

The wounds on his body were all open, and the foul-smelling dirty blood dripped out, directly soaking the straw covered under him.

Lin Mao hurried forward and tapped several hemostatic acupoints on his body, but with little effect.

In the night, Zhang Qiong's gray face seemed to have a little lifelessness. Lin Mao was unavoidably flustered. While pressing the wound on Zhang Qiong's body, he kept looking at the wall, hoping that Chang Xiaoqing would step on it in the next second. The wall was broken, and he came back to him with the medicine.

Zhang Qiong's injury was really serious beyond Lin Mao's expectation.

"I'm dying."

After a while, Lin Mao suddenly heard Zhang Qiong whispering.

The young man lowered his head, breathing weakly, like a ghost, a new ghost.

"It's not that serious," Lin Mao couldn't help but sighed, and said again, "Does Mr. Zhang feel uncomfortable? Does the wound still feel painful? Don't worry, Xiaoqing has already gone to the city to find medicine for you Yes, once you take the medicine, your condition will improve soon."

Lin Mao repeatedly comforted Zhang Qiong.

He had the experience of lingering in bed for many years, so he naturally understood that Zhang Qiong's illness was far from a terminal illness, as long as he could find a clean place and find a famous doctor to treat him with good medicine, there would be no danger of his life.

It's just that in the current situation, where can there be famous doctors and good medicines?Of course, Lin Mao would never say these things.

But that Zhang Qiong was definitely not from an ordinary family, so she couldn't detect Lin Mao's unfinished words.

In that chapter, Joan paused for a long while, and actually struggled to sit up with his body propped up.

"Wait, Mr. Zhang, you are—"

"I want to thank you." Zhang Qiong's face was pale, and she said very weakly, "I'm dragging you two too much."

Lin Mao was stunned, and vaguely noticed that the noble son in front of him, who seemed to be skinny and tender, and had not suffered any pain at all, seemed to have realized his and Chang Xiaoqing's identities that needed to be hidden.

Lin Mao's heart beat suddenly.

It's just that at the moment he was thinking this way, Zhang Qiong changed the topic again: "I thought you would leave me somewhere... After all, my identity is really a big trouble. And now I Seriously injured so far, taking me is just a burden."

While talking, Zhang Qiong laughed at himself.

When he spoke, he touched the wound, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell on the dirty straw.

"Mr. Zhang, why did you say that, you are so young, how can I see death without saving you, and let you fend for yourself..."

Looking at Zhang Qiong like this, Lin Mao's mind was blank.

The rusty smell of blood and the sweet smell hooked his soul like a small hook.

The feeling of hunger and thirst was like an invisible flame, scorching his throat hot.

"Gudong..."

Lin Mao didn't even notice, his eyes were glued to the small piece of dirty blood on the straw unconsciously, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He felt as if he had grown weaker and thirstier.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Qiong said it several times in a row before Lin Mao noticed what the other party was saying in a trance.

"...If I really can't hold on anymore, the two of you can actually leave me behind in order to save your life. However, if the situation is really that bad, please do me a favor and burn this give it to me, that I may receive it in Sheol."

Zhang Qiong probably really felt that his time was numbered.Suddenly waking up in the middle of the night like this is a bit like explaining the funeral.

As he spoke, he slowly took out a thin bamboo tube from his pocket.

I don't know how many days the bamboo tube has been rubbed by this person, it's obviously just the kind of ordinary bamboo tube used to convey letters, but the dark green tube body has been rubbed to become crystal smooth, like jade.

"what is this?"

Lin Mao looked at Zhang Qiong's expression of cherishing the bamboo tube, and asked involuntarily.

Zhang Qiong quickly raised her eyes to look at Lin Mao again, with complicated thoughts in her eyes.

After pausing for a while, he thought about it, and then slowly said: "This is the portrait of the person I... like."

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Lin Mao to react, he added something abruptly.

"Do you want to see what he looks like?"

"what?"

Lin Mao didn't understand why Zhang Qiong said this at all, but while speaking, Zhang Qiong had already opened the bamboo tube on his own, took out a thin tissue paper from it, and unfolded it carefully in the palm of his hand. Then, he opened the bamboo tube The silk paper was shown to Lin Mao.

If you don't watch it, you can still feel at ease, but after watching it, Lin Mao is really stunned.

"This is……"

On that piece of tissue paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, was a small portrait of a person.

The person who drew the painting was extremely skilled, but it was only sketched in light ink, but he had already depicted the facial features of that person vividly.

It is precisely because of this that even with a casual glance, one can easily see that the person in the small portrait is Lin Mao himself!

Lin Mao was so frightened that his back was sweating coldly. He really didn't know when he had provoked Zhang Qiong and became the lover of the other party.

But after the initial shock, Lin Mao soon realized something was wrong.

The silk paper that Zhang Qiong handed him was extremely fragile (so that Zhang Qiong was almost too careful when she took it out earlier), and the color had already turned yellow and discolored. Obviously, this paper was at least a hundred years ago thing.

If you are painting on old paper, it is inevitable that the pen and ink will seep into the texture of the paper and leave traces, but now Lin Mao sees the ink marks on the small portrait, but there are no such lines.

That is to say, the small portrait is probably left over from a long time ago...

If this portrait was really painted a hundred years ago, then the person on it could not be Lin Mao anyway.

Who is this person?How could it be so similar to him?

And as if she had sensed the doubts in Lin Mao's heart, Zhang Qiong opened her mouth weakly and explained.

"This is the portrait I tore out from the ancient books collected by my father... I am afraid it is the only portrait left by that person. The person in this portrait is called Jiang Yingxue."

Zhang Qiong said.

"Jiang Yingxue?!"

Lin Mao opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhang Qiong in disbelief.

Zhang Qiong was also looking at Lin Mao, but although his eyes fell on Lin Mao's face, what he was really looking at was obviously not Lin Mao himself.

"That's right, he is Jiang Yingxue... Jiang Yingxue, the demon concubine Jiang Yingxue who caused the six kingdoms to fight each other in turmoil and bloodshed a hundred years ago."

With Zhang Qiong's almost gloomy reply, the blood on Lin Mao's face faded little by little.

"How is this possible...Jiang Yingxue...how is it possible..."

"Jiang Yingxue is a man, and this matter is a government secret, so very few people know about it." Zhang Qiong said.

"...When I opened my eyes and saw you for the first time, I also thought I was dreaming."

That Zhang Qiong looked back at the small portrait of the figure in her hand, and her eyes became blurred a little bit due to weakness and blood loss.

"I have always liked him...although, he is just a portrait, a legendary figure who lived a hundred years ago. It is said in the history books that he was a man who was punished by everyone and was sent by heaven to cut off the fate of the six dynasties. But, the moment I saw him, I felt that I could only like him in my life... just like my father..."

Perhaps the wound burst open in the action just now, and the blood lingering around Zhang Qiong became more and more intense.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the palaces and palaces a few years ago.Unhappy with Emperor Yun, in order to avoid the traps and eyeliners who are always there in the palace, when he has nothing to do, he will secretly hide in the Tuoluo Abode where Emperor Yun used to cultivate his body and mind and practice Zen.

Of course, there are always people coming and going, and Zhang Qiong dare not set foot in the main building of the jingshe, which is rich in sandalwood. It was built with donations from concubines favored by Emperor Yun in order to show their faces in front of the emperor.Probably because of this, the immortal who is said to have supernatural powers seldom set foot there, and there was a shortage of manpower in the abode, so the Sutra Pavilion naturally became inaccessible.

Zhang Qiong often hides in the Sutra Pavilion, where the intricate bookcases and attic mezzanines allow Zhang Qiong to hide easily even if someone comes.

As a result, Zhang Qiong inadvertently got a glimpse of the deepest secret hidden by her frail, sickly, and even crazy father——

Emperor Yun is obsessed with the stunning beauty who passed away more than 130 years ago, the beauty who was described as a ghost in the history books and market legends... that face and gender were deeply concealed, and she was thrown into the river after being tortured to death Among them, the man with no bones left...

That person was Jiang Yingxue.

No one knew the origin of that person, and no one could tell his true identity.Since he was killed by the rebel army, almost all the kings of the six countries either went mad, committed suicide, or died in depression within a year or two.

Everyone kept tight-lipped about Jiang Yingxue's charming past with those kings, and in the historical materials handed down in the end, there were only some deliberately released rumors.

And even among the cipher texts left in the palace, there were only some fragments scribbled down.

There are rumors that Jiang Yingxue is the descendant of the No. 1 martial arts master Qianji who was said to have no one before, no one since, and the world's most intelligent martial arts master. Ten years later, he came out of the mountains with a girl with the appearance of a fairy.

The beauty of that Mrs. Qianji's wife is so beautiful that people can't help bowing down and worshiping her as a fairy...

But according to what Zhang Qiong saw, these rumors were really illusory.

Not to mention whether there is really anyone in this world who can walk on the rocks as described in the storybook, flowers will grow in the rocks, and birds and beasts will gather. It is said that when the young master Qianji was active in the world, it was already 200 years old. Years ago——if that Jiang Yingxue was really a descendant of Old Man Qianji, wouldn't he be a child born after Old Man Qianji turned [-]?This is really a bit too far-fetched.

However, whether it was Mr. Qianji, the unnamed and stunning lady, or Jiang Yingxue, they were all figures who had disappeared in the long river of time.

At the very beginning, Zhang Qiong just inadvertently caught a glimpse of her father's insane and ugly behavior in a place where no one was around, and her mind was shaken sharply, wanting to understand the ins and outs of that person.

But he didn't expect that the person named Jiang Yingxue was like a layer upon layer of puzzles. No matter how hard Zhang Qiong tried to explore, the stunning young man still stood securely on the other side of time, leaving only a hazy shadow.

And even the shadow...is so moving.

I'm afraid even Emperor Yun himself didn't expect that the son he hated the most had inherited his sickness and eccentricity.It was as if there was some kind of destiny in the dark, and when Zhang Qiong realized it, he, like his father, fell in love with the ancients who had long since died.

Of course, Zhang Qiong vowed that he would not be reduced to the current end of Emperor Yun.He won't do the kind of ugly and defiled things like his father and king.He just secretly cut off a page with a small portrait of Jiang Yingxue's face in the priceless ancient book, and then put the small portrait on his chest day and night.

It is said that the small portrait was painted by one of the kings of the Six Kingdoms. That person was known as a generation of Danqing masters and had three thousand beauties in the harem, but he cut his own throat and died after painting this portrait. A little bit of black and red stain remained, which was said to be caused by the splash of blood from the emperor's throat.

In fact, Yunhuang later became aware of Zhang Qiong's infatuation. Of course, Zhang Qiong was not reckless enough to leave evidence, but even the shadowy suspicion made Yunhuang's dislike of Zhang Qiong reach its peak.

And Zhang Qiong's relationship with Emperor Yun...is actually the same.

In fact, in front of other people, Zhang Qiong is definitely not as gentle, polite and innocent as Lin Mao sees now.

But just seeing Lin Mao's appearance, Zhang Qiong couldn't control his words and deeds unconsciously.

Just like at this moment, it was just a serious injury, but he became restless, as if he was drunk, and told Lin Mao the biggest secret without reservation.

"Guzhu Lin, I'm afraid you are the descendant of Jiang Yingxue back then... God is so partial to me that I am lucky enough to see you."

Zhang Qiong raised her head, her eyes gradually becoming fanatical.

When Lin Mao heard the words "Lin Guzhu", his body shook suddenly.

"You know I'm..."

"Lin Mao, the owner of Wangyou Valley, and Chang Xiaoqing, Chang Daxia..." Zhang Qiong suddenly smiled, "I'm sorry to say it bluntly, but the owner Lin and the disciples are really not good pretenders."

Lin Mao lowered his eyes and didn't say a word.

Zhang Qiong said again: "However, Guzhu Lin didn't think about hiding too much from me, did he?"

"Prince Qiong is indeed extremely intelligent."

Finally, Lin Maoqian sighed softly with a hoarse voice.

"This description sounds quite familiar. I have heard that Uncle Gong Shi is familiar with you, the owner of the valley. Presumably he said something..." After finishing speaking, before Lin Mao could reply, Zhang Qiong tilted her head again. With a wry smile, "However, it's actually absurd praise. The elixir of Wangyougu was released, and the people who went to explore the way to grab the medicine more or less collected some information about Wangyougu. Guzhu Lin, you met the evil spirit many years ago. Jian Changqing roamed on Jianhu Lake, and it became a blockbuster at that time, causing a lot of turmoil..."

The author has something to say: =L= I feel that if I continue writing, I will soon become Fu Jiangshou...

PS Zhang Qiong doesn't like the current Lin Mao, he actually likes Jiang Yingxue in his heart.

That is the peerless beauty that he imagined...

Jiang Yingxue's life was too miserable.