soul repair

"Have you ever heard of Guixu Shenzong?" asked the female disciple who led her up the mountain.

Cen Muyi shook his head anxiously: "I haven't heard of it."

"Don't be afraid." The female disciple whispered beside her, "It's just doing some rough work. As long as you don't talk nonsense, senior sister will never be difficult for others - you have reached the mountain gate."

The pillars made of mountain stones are covered with moss. If you don't look carefully, they seem to be integrated with the trees in the mountain.

【Shenzong of Return to Ruins】

Cen Muyi's eyes glanced at the few wooden posts standing outside the mountain gate.

There were a few dead bodies hanging on the wooden stakes. They seemed to have been drugged, and they hadn't rotted in the hot weather, and their faces could still be seen clearly.The one in the corner was young and handsome, dressed in ragged blue clothes, swaying lifelessly in the wind.

Cen Muyi lowered his head slowly.

"You don't have to be afraid of those, they are all deserved, and they were killed for the Taoist monks to see."

The tall and slender woman leading the head in front did not turn her head back, the wide sleeves of the blue-gray Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the belt was fluttering with the bundled blue silk, as if she hadn't heard anything.The corpse gradually disappeared from sight, and Cen Muyi followed without saying a word. After a long time, the woman stopped in front of a quiet courtyard in the mountains, turned around, and her gaze fell on Cen Muyi's body. .

Cen Muyi still bowed his head, a strand of hair fell on his shoulders, lining his flushed face with sweat.

"Senior Sister, what should Guan Lingdao do?" asked the female disciple following him.

"Master said that he will go to the bottomless pit sooner or later, just wait." Liao Chen was a little absent-minded, looked at Cen Muyi again, turned around and entered the yard without saying a word to her.

The female disciple led her into the room and said, "This is where Senior Sister lives. You will be responsible for cleaning the yard from now on."

Cen Muyi panicked and said: "I think fairy, fairy doesn't like me."

"She's always like this. What are you afraid of? Just do what you should do. Just don't go to her study and bedroom."

"Yes." Cen Muyi nodded hastily.

~

The mountains are quiet, and there are not many people serving Liao Chen. She just cleans the yard, washes clothes, and spends her days quietly.Liao Chen often went in and out, so she stood in the corner like a shadow, never raised her head, just showed her a blurry profile.

One day, she picked up a book of landscape paintings that fell on the ground at the door of the study.She couldn't put it down and opened the album, looked at it greedily, and then looked into the study, but there was no one there.

Cen Muyi bit his lip, his face was flushed with nervousness, and he walked into the study lightly.There was a mahogany desk in front of the window, surrounded by bookshelves, densely packed with many books, Cen Muyi's body was trembling, fingers lightly stroked the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and sighed uncontrollably.

"what are you doing?"

The voice was cold, and when Cen Muyi raised his head, Liaochen seemed to have just come back from the outside, with his coat still on, as if he could kill her at any time.

Cen Muyi knelt on the ground in panic and lowered his head: "Fairy, fairy, spare me! I just saw a dropped book at the door, send the book, send the book in!"

"go out."

"Yes." Cen Muyi put the book on the table and walked out with his head down.

As soon as she arrived at the door, the voice behind her stopped her again: "Do you like painting?"

Cen Muyi turned around, his face paled because of panic: "My father was originally a private school teacher, he could write and draw, and I learned some calligraphy and painting from him since I was a child."

Liao Chen's eyes fell on the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table: "Where are you from?"

"The surname of a native of Guoshui Village, Lianshanliu County in the Northern Dynasties."

"What is your name?"

"My father's surname is Li, his name is Li Daoping, and I, my name is Yixiu."

Liaochen sat down quietly, picked up the painting album, did not speak for a long time, and suddenly said: "If you don't have my order, you will die if you come in again."

"Yes." Cen Muyi hurried out.

~

She didn't dare to appear in front of Liaochen for several days in a row, and even if she met, she didn't dare to talk nonsense. She was cleaning the yard one day and found an old and dirty writing brush in the corner. She couldn't help but put it away and wash it. When it is clean, take it out when you have free time, and write and draw on the ground when people are not paying attention.

Liaochen stood at the gate of the courtyard, staring at the young woman squatting beside the rock without saying a word.

"Senior sister, Yixiu's words are true. There was a private school gentleman named Li Daoping in Guoshui Village, Lianshanliu County. He died of illness. The family was too poor to treat him. The eldest daughter Yixiu went to Baihua Sell ​​yourself in the city." The disciple standing beside her whispered.

"Go."

The disciple hurried away.

Liao Chen glanced at "Yi Xiu" again.Cen Muyi seemed to sense that someone was looking at her, and turned around abruptly. Seeing that it was dust, she panicked again, her face flushed, and she wanted to put away the brush in her hand, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

Squatting down in a hurry, a gust of wind blew up around her, but Liao Chen was already standing beside her, his eyes were ice-cold, looking at her indifferently.

Cen Muyi's eyes were reddened nervously: "I picked this up, I didn't steal it from the study."

As soon as she let go of her hand, the pen fell into Chen's hand at some point. She looked at the pen that was about to lose all its hair, and snorted coldly like mocking.

Cen Muyi's face turned red with embarrassment, and a row of teeth marks were bitten on his lips.

"Like painting?"

Again.

His eyes fell on the faintly visible landscape on the bluestone under his feet. It was painted with thick grass gray water. Although the brush and ink are poor, the thickness is also appropriate.

Cen Muyi nodded in shame.

"Wash and change clothes, go to the study and show me the paintings." Liao Chen turned around, left without saying a word.

~

Cen Muyi's face was flushed with excitement, he picked up the paintbrush on the table in embarrassment, dipped it in the ink, and wrote a stroke on the flat rice paper that was spread out.

Liao Chen didn't look at the painting, but just looked at her beautiful and gentle side face.

The pen was dipped in ink and poured out the world on the paper, and Cen Muyi seemed to have forgotten her existence, holding the paintbrush and swaying on the paper. After a long time, she stopped and blushed again: "The painting is finished, I haven't painted for a long time." , the drawing is ugly..."

Liaochen turned his head immediately, as if he had been looking out the window just now, until Cen Muyi turned around, then walked to the table calmly, his eyes fell on the painting.

The painting is not bad, it can be seen that the skill is not deep, but for a young village girl, it is not bad.

Compared with the one she was back then, she was really far behind.

Liao Chen's gaze lowered: "Go."

~

Since then, Cen Muyi often draws in Liaochen's study.Liaochen was either reading a book, or sitting quietly by the window, when Cen Muyi was immersed in it and ignored the surrounding things, she would sit and watch from a distance, motionless.

As the sun was setting, Cen Muyi put down the paintbrush: "It's getting late, I'm going to clean the yard."

Liaochen ignored her and looked down at the book. She didn't dare to disturb her and went quietly.When night fell, someone knocked lightly on the door, Liaochen looked up, and saw Cen Muyi standing at the door holding a steaming bowl.

"What do you want to do?" Liao Chen's eyes darkened.

Cen Muyi smiled nervously: "For many days, I have been thanked by my senior sister for taking care of me, and let me draw..." He lowered his voice, as if he was very grateful: "I can't think of anything to repay, so Cooked a bowl of green lotus porridge..."

Liao Chen's eyes turned cold in an instant: "Where did you get Zui Qinglian?"

Zuiqinglian is a lotus seed produced only in the snow-capped mountains of the Northern Dynasties. It is difficult to survive and tastes a bit bitter, but it is very good for women's health. Only the female family members of the royal family can eat it.Cen Muyi panicked again, stumbling and said: "A few days ago, a senior sister brought it back when she went north. I don't know how to thank you, so I went to ask for some, and I want to cook porridge for you..."

"I've been inediat."

"Yes." Cen Muyi got bored, blushed and turned to leave, only to hear Chen suddenly said coldly, "Put it down."

Put it down, just want to eat.Cen Muyi's cheeks were flushed, she walked in and put the bowl on the table beside her, she was happy but didn't dare to say more, she stood aside silently.

Liaochen picked up the bowl, gently scooped up a layer of light blue water floating on the porridge with a spoon, drank it first, and then scooped up lotus seeds to hold in his mouth.

She was born extremely beautiful, and her gestures were neat and neat. Even a woman would not feel bored or jealous when she saw her. She didn't know that she was usually ruthless, but she would involuntarily feel admiration.

There are not a few female disciples in Guixu Shenzong who are willing to die for her.

After a long time, finally finished eating, Cen Muyi put away the bowls and spoons, and said softly: "Senior Sister, rest, I'm leaving."

Liaochen still didn't speak, turned his face to the side, and ignored her again.

~

Cen Muyi stood at the gate of the mountain, watching quietly.

The wind suddenly approached behind him, a few female disciples flew over from afar, Cen Muyi quickly turned around, and said with a smile: "Sister, are you going down the mountain?"

The leading female disciple said: "Not bad."

"Sister, be careful."

Her eyes fell on a small blue bird preening its feathers in the treetops.This kind of bird can recognize the way and flies very fast. Apart from the Huoyang paper, it is the most common bird for delivering messages, and there are quite a few in Guixu Shenzong.But this is only a little different, he has been following her since the early morning, never refusing to fly away, as if he knows her scent.

This is a bird sent by Tsing Yi, somehow it got mixed in.

Cen Muyi waited for the female disciples to leave, quietly took out a scroll with unknown characters written on it, and stuffed it into the small tube between the little bird's legs.

It was a secret letter unique to the Cen family. It seemed to be about trivial matters in life, but it actually contained news that she wanted to convey.

[From the capital city, after a famous family]

That porridge made her understand that Liaochen must be from the capital of the Northern Dynasty. The way of drinking green lotus porridge is different in different places, but eating the layer of light green floating on the porridge first and then eating the lotus seeds is exactly the way of drinking green lotus family members in the capital. , It is said that it can offset the coldness of Qinglianzi.

Liao Chen's aura is not like the daughter of an ordinary family, and even less like Xiao Jiabiyu, Cen Muyi tried it once, but he hit him wrongly.

She glanced at the motionless man hanging on the stump in the distance, and patted the blue bird's tail feathers lightly, and the blue bird flapped its wings and flew away.

~

"The reason why Liao Chen kept you by his side is because of your face." Cen Muyi said.

Tsing Yi nodded.

"How can I look like you?"

Tsing Yi was a little embarrassed, and gestured lightly: When using the True Qi Transforming Illusionary Pill, I kept thinking about the appearance you want to become, the appearance comes from the heart, although it can't be exactly the same, at least there are five or six points similar.

Cen Muyi nodded: "Is there anything else? Do you know her relationship with that woman?"

Tsing Yi remained silent for a long time, then gestured again: I know that girl can draw.

"draw?"

In the portrait I saw in the study, the writing and coloring were all perfect, and the inscription said that it was drawn by the woman herself.