Rivals don't play cards according to routine

In the middle of the night, the dawn moon was sinking to the west.

Xiao Junyue and Ye Hanqi booked a room in the tavern, and they were both lying on the bed sleeping soundly.The heavy veils fell, and the figures of the two looked unreal from the outside.

There are no lights in the room, only a little moonlight, hazy.The painting brought out by Ye Hanqi was placed on the table, and it seemed that wind was seeping in through the crack of the door.The loose picture scroll was blown to the ground and scattered, only one of the couple in the picture remained, and the other became a mass of thick black ink.

The ink was stained by the moonlight, like a wisp of blue smoke floating out of the painting, falling to the ground and turning into a human-shaped black mist, the night made him look inconspicuous, even blurred.Hei Wu lowered his body, picked up the painting on the ground, and put it into his arms like a treasure.He thought he was being careful not to disturb the people on the bed, and he was about to run when he floated to the window.

Unexpectedly, the moment he pushed the window, the room suddenly lit up, and a person in a middle coat was leaning against the window with his arms folded, looking at him with a smile.

Startled, Hei Mist quickly backed away.

"Don't run." Xiao Junyue ejected a fire spirit to stop the black mist, the burning flame made the black mist instinctively afraid, he backed up again and again, was forced to the corner by the fire spirit, trembling.

Ye Hanqi got off the bed. He was dressed neatly, but his long hair was loose and he didn't have a crown.He and Xiao Junyue walked in front of the black mist together, and with a flick of his sleeves, he broke through the blindness of the black mist, revealing the immature face underneath.

The young boy curled up in the corner, protecting the painting in his arms, staring at Xiao Junyue and Ye Hanqi viciously with red eyes.

"The technique of painting the soul is not a serious way. Are you a demon cultivator or a human cultivator? Or a demon?" Xiao Junyue asked, and when he said demon, he subconsciously glanced at Ye Hanqi.

The art of painting the soul is to trap the soul of the dead in the painting and nourish it with blood for three years, so that the person in the painting can be resurrected and reborn from the painting.This method sounds beautiful, but it is difficult to operate.

The first is blood, which must be watered with the blood of the heart every day, not even a day less.360 five days a year, at least one person a day, countless people will be killed in three years.And once there is a break in the middle, all previous efforts will be wasted, and the other party's soul can only remain in the painting forever.

The second is that the resurrected person is not strictly speaking a person, but an evil thing.The dead have no body, even if the soul remains in the painting, it is the soul that is nourished by the blood day and night.The soul has been soaked in blood for three years, and the pure soul body will also be dyed into a fierce thing.

When Xiao Junyue and the others saw the painting yesterday, they didn't think so deeply, they just felt that the people in the painting were too evil.In the tavern, I heard what the waiter said, and after they stayed, Xiao Junyue took out the painting to study again.The intuition of the beast is more sensitive than that of a human, and he soon discovered the clue.In order not to startle the snake, he and Ye Hanqi played together to see when the boy would show up.

The young man's hostility remained undiminished, and he wished he could rush up and bite Xiao Junyue.Hearing Xiao Junyue point out the technique of painting the soul, he just dodged his eyes for a while, and did not show any panic.Except for the painting in his arms, the boy didn't feel anything about anyone or anything.

Xiao Junyue smashed his iron fist on the cotton, but he couldn't do anything to the enemy, instead he vomited blood in frustration.He moved his wrist and was about to go forward to deal with this ignorant kid, but was stopped by Ye Hanqi.

Ye Hanqi looked at the picture scroll in the young man's arms and said, "You drew him on the left lapel, which shows that you know the difference between yin and yang. If that's the case, why bother to be persistent."

The young man was startled, the hatred in his eyes faded, and tears filled his eyes.He gritted his teeth to stop his crying, and scolded childishly: "If you want to take care of it, I'm happy."

The boy's voice was surprisingly crisp, like the cry of a lark, pleasant and soothing.After he finished yelling these words, the sharp spikes of the fried hair restrained a lot, and his mood gradually stabilized.

Xiao Junyue looked sad, grabbed Ye Hanqi's shoulder, leaned his head on his shoulder and whispered, "I'm still a child."

Ye Hanqi nodded, he was indeed still a child.He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. When he cursed, he showed a pair of cute little canine teeth, and his hair was soft and loose on his shoulders.Look carefully, he is somewhat similar to the person in the painting, but much smaller.

If standing in front of him was a vicious murderer, Xiao Junyue might have killed him on the spot.But the person in front of him was a pitiful child, Xiao Junyue could cover his face with his hand, and he couldn't do it even after he gestured twice.

"Let's talk, how about it?" Xiao Junyue squatted down, trying to calm him down with a calm tone.

The boy glared at him, then turned his head away while holding the painting.In his eyes, Xiao Junyue is no different from those vicious humans in the Zhu family.

Xiao Junyue laughed back in anger, and threatened in a low voice: "If you don't cooperate, I will burn the painting in your hand, and make Zhu Qingyi lose his soul."

Zhu Qingyi is the second young master of the Zhu family, the boy's Nilin.The young man looked up at Xiao Junyue contemptuously, and said with a disdainful smile: "That's just right, I will disappear with him."

"you……"

Teenagers are soft but not tough, the more hostile Xiao Junyue's attitude is, the less he will take it seriously.

Ye Hanqi walked behind Xiao Junyue, patted him on the shoulder, leaned over and said to the young man, "The smell of blood on this painting is thin, I think it's because you mixed the blood into the ink and added to him every day. But the blood The amount is far from enough for the soul drawing technique, and his soul is about to disperse, don't you want to save him?"

Of course the young man knew that Zhu Qingyi's soul was going to die, he didn't want anything extravagantly, at worst, he would go with him when Zhu Qingyi's soul disappeared.Fall into the land of darkness forever, never to be held back by death.But when Ye Hanxi clicked it out, he still couldn't help but burst into tears.He didn't want to, he didn't want Zhu Qingyi to be lost, he wanted to save him!

Obviously that person said that as long as he did this, Zhu Qingyi could be revived. He even kept Zhu Qingyi's body, but why not?

"Can you save him?" The young man asked tearfully. Once he lost control, the high wall of resistance he erected would easily collapse.

Ye Hanqi glanced at Xiao Junyue, Xiao Junyue nodded clearly and said, "I am a pharmacist, as long as you..."

Xiao Junyue wanted to say a few more words, but Ye Hanqi stopped him with a look.He wisely shut up, not talking too much, for fear of irritating the young man.

The identity of a pharmacist obviously gave Ye Hanxi and the others some convincing words. Knowing that Zhu Qingyi was still alive, the young man finally put down his guard and was willing to tell Ye Hanqi and the others the cause and effect.

The boy's name is Bai Li, and he is a flower demon in Zhu Qingyi's yard.But he didn't grow up in Zhu's house all the time, but was bought back by Zhu Qingyi.Because he didn't bloom all the time, Zhu Qingyi felt that it was rare, so he kept it by his side and cultivated it carefully.Does Zhu Qingyi have spiritual roots, but what is abnormal is that his body is full of spiritual power.After passing through his hands, Bai Li absorbed more and more energy from the essence of the sun and the moon, and finally he was able to transform into a human form.

Bai Li listened to Zhu Qingyi's talk about how exciting the outside world was every day, so he couldn't wait to wander outside on the first day of his transformation, but unfortunately fell into the hands of human traffickers.Although Bai Li is a demon, he has just transformed into a form, and his spiritual power is uncontrollable, just like an ordinary person.

Bai Li was filled with remorse, worried that he would not be able to go back to the Zhu Mansion, but he never thought that he would be bought back by Zhu Qingyi.Zhu Qingyi took him back and did not embarrass him, but taught him to read and write as the rumors outside said.At first, Bai Li just thought he was talking like an old man, but then he was gradually attracted by him, and fell into his gentle dream net.

"You are a real flower. I have raised you for two or three years. Why are you so heartless. If you don't bloom, let me see it. Why do you leave me and run away?"

One day after eating, Zhu Qingyi took Bai Li's hand to feed the fish in the back garden.Bai Li was not interested and followed Zhu Qingyi and kicked the stones. Zhu Qingyi said something abruptly, which scared him so much that he slipped and almost fell into the pool.Fortunately, Zhu Qingyi had quick hands and eyes, and pulled him into his arms.

Bai Li looked at him in surprise, pretending to be calm and said: "Second Master, what nonsense are you talking about again?"

Zhu Qingyi couldn't stop laughing at the corner of his mouth, and said: "I'm just complaining about the heartless flower in my house. After two or three years of watching it, I'm tired of looking at it. Let the servants throw it into the mountains another day, so as to save me trouble. "

"Surnamed Zhu, say it again, where are you going to throw me?" Bai Li was furious when he heard that Zhu Qingyi was going to throw him away, and he grabbed his skirt and questioned.

Zhu Qingyi was amused by him, and he didn't mind that the skirt of his clothes was still held by the other party, so he pressed him into his arms, and leaned over to kiss him.Bai Li was so frightened that he stretched out his hand to push Zhu Qingyi without thinking.Unprepared, Zhu Qingyi was pushed into the water by him, and instantly became drowned.

Bai Li never figured out how Zhu Qingyi knew his identity.Later, unable to bear the curiosity of asking, Zhu Qingyi told him frankly that he knew that he was a flower demon who was about to transform the day he bought him, because he could see it.When Bai Li heard this, he blushed immediately.He used to rely on Zhu Qingyi to not see, but he did a lot of embarrassing things.

"No wonder you often giggled alone at the beginning. It turned out that you were so annoying when you saw my ugly face." Bai Liqi had a thick face and a thick neck. At that time, the moon was in the sky. A snow-white flower came out, pure as snow.

The flower demon blooms only once, for those who like it.

What happened afterwards was logical, Bai Li gave himself to Zhu Qingyi, but the good times didn't last long, and their affairs were quickly broken by the people below.

Zhu Qingyi didn't hide it either, and openly admitted that they were together.The Zhu family has a strict family style, Master Zhu did not accept such a thing at all, angrily arrested Bai Li, and wanted to beat him to death.But Bai Li is a demon, how could a mortal hurt him?Those whips felt like they were tickling his body, and he grunted a few times pretending to be in pain, as a face to Mr. Zhu, so as not to let him down from the stage.

But it was different in Zhu Qingyi's eyes, Zhu Qingyi angrily grabbed the servant's whip, wounded two people in a row, broke face with Master Zhu, moved into the house by himself and did not see Master Zhu anymore.Rumors and rumors spread wildly among the servants, and those girls and servants were respectful on the surface, but they turned around and chewed their tongues.Bai Li heard those unsavory words several times, and he was so angry and angry that he wished to beat all those people up.

But he didn't do this because Zhu Qingyi didn't allow it.Zhu Qingyi didn't want to wrong him, and made up his mind to go far away with him and wander the world.

"Second Lord, I'm just a lowly monster, why would you give up your glory and wealth for me?"

In the end, Bai Li did not choose to ruin Zhu Qingyi's future. He made a very selfish and extremely regrettable decision - to leave while Zhu Qingyi was asleep.Bai Li thought that everything would be over if he left, but he didn't expect Zhu Qingyi to go out to look for him.

In order to trick his younger brother back, Master Zhu said that Bai Li was back.Zhu Qingyi returned home happily, but what he was imprisoned by his brother made him reflect.Those few days were the last grass that broke the camel's back for Zhu Qingyi. He chose to end his life and stick to the feelings in his heart.

Bai Li is a demon, so what?Isn't the demon also a creature like them?

The news of Zhu Qingyi's sudden death reached Bai Li's ears, and Bai Li, who was far away, rushed back immediately, and Su Bai's mourning hall greeted him.Zhu Qingyi was innocent before his death, but he was wronged for nothing after his death.Hearing the vigilante chewing their tongues, Bai Li's eyes turned red with anger.There is no one who can suppress his demonic nature and comfort him softly, so what else is he worried about?

After killing many people in a row, pulling out the roots of their tongues, and pushing away Zhu Qingyi's coffin with his hands covered in blood, Bai Li came to his senses.He looked at the mess on the ground and cried heart-rendingly.He knew that he was actually a coward, he didn't dare to face those people's sharp words, so he ran away.

Tears burst into tears, but there was no warm hand to wipe him away, no moist lips to comfort him.Bai Li wanted to leave with Zhu Qingyi, but was stopped at a critical moment.

Someone came to give him an ancient scroll about the soul of painting, and told him how to save Zhu Qingyi.Bai Li didn't believe it at first, and his spiritual power was low, so he couldn't gather Zhu Qingyi's soul at all.The person who came saw his difficulty, and even helped him gather his soul.Seeing Zhu Qingyi's soul condense in front of him, Bai Li's heart was pounding, and he finally chose the technique of painting the soul.

Xiao Junyue and Ye Hanqi already knew what happened afterwards, so Bai Li stopped repeating it.He looked at Xiao Junyue pitifully, unfolded the scroll in his hand, gently stroked Zhu Qingyi's soul, and waited for Xiao Junyue to speak.

Xiao Junyue frowned and said: "The person who helped you is very cultivated, and Zhu Qingyi's soul is very complete and full. It's okay if you want me to save him, you have to tell me who the person who helped you is."

The technique of painting souls is only spread among the Yaozu, but the technique used by Bai Li is a modified version of painting souls, which is gentler and more effective.Xiao Junyue didn't know who could be so specialized in sorcery, so he had the idea of ​​going there for a while.

Bai Li was a little embarrassed, and he promised that person not to reveal his identity.

Xiao Junyue didn't urge Bai Li either, anyway, it wasn't him who was trying to save someone.

"There is a hermit sect on the mountain three hundred miles away, that person is there." Bai Li thought for a long time, and chose to give Xiao Junyue a vague position, so that the agreement with that person would not be broken.

Xiao Junyue didn't make progress, so he stopped the topic and began to study the matter of saving lives.

In fact, this is really the first time for him, whether it will be successful or not, hang on!