The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

When Gu Jinxiao and Zhong Qing arrived in Chang'an, they went straight to the Wenyue Tower, passed the Jiaofang, and suddenly saw many people gathered in front of the Jiaofang, talking a lot.

In the vestibule at the entrance of the teaching workshop, there is a wide stage that can accommodate a hundred people. At this moment, there is only one person on the gorgeous stage.

A self-portrait in the mirror, an indisputable beauty.

Wearing a gorgeous dance dress made of precious broken red silk and toad yarn, which is worth thousands of gold, one can tell that she is graceful at a glance.

It seems to be a drunk dance of solitude and self-admiration, and it seems to be a lonely and self-pitying.

Around the beauty, there are three crystal mirror screens of equal height.

The three mirrors refract each other, so that the beauty can appreciate the beauty of every angle.

However, when I got closer, I found that the red flowers scattered on the ground were not real flowers, but the patterns of blood coagulated on the Persian carpet on the stage.

The beauty is not really a beauty, the skin and flesh of the whole body seem to have been eaten by evil spirits, not an inch is intact from head to toe, and even the bones are exposed on the face.

And, it was a man.

At his feet, there is a broken guqin, with three words engraved on the piano - Yuewenqing.

Su Ying is dead! ?

Gu Xiangzhi's face has no waves, no sadness, no joy, no heart, no heart, just like a fairy who cultivates the way of ruthlessness outside the world of mortals.

There was no expression on Zhong Qing's face either. After seeing the tragic situation in the stands, he turned his head to look at Gu Xiangzhi's face.

A casual smile slightly curled up on his lips: "It seems to be that Su Ying, the Zuohua envoy of the coffin painting charm. I dealt with him when I was the king of Fujian. At that time, he seemed to use your face. I don't know where it came from." It was pieced together, but it doesn’t look like it. It seems that he was eaten back by his own seven soul papers, bitten by thousands of ghosts, and died an ugly death.”

Gu Jinxiao didn't speak, and was listening to Shenlong's investigation results from Nether.

[That's right, it's the person whose name is Su Ying or Su Yi.But instead of being backlashed, the reaction of the aura of heaven and earth seems to be made by humans, fluctuating with the power of yin and yang.Is it an alchemist again? 】

It's not a good time to fall asleep and return to the dream, and if it was really written by an alchemist, there will be no trace of the other party in the dream.

Gu Jinxiao kept her brows still, and said softly: "It doesn't matter how he died, please trouble Master Shenlong to find out who took his soul away."

[Wow, Gu Jinxiao, you are really amazing, how do you know that he didn't go to hell, and didn't enter the city of death in vain? 】Shenlong let out an exaggerated howl, Gu Jinxiao didn't react at all, just looked straight ahead calmly, under the crow's eyebrows, defiantly, yet awe-inspiring.

Only then did Shenlong restrain himself, and said obediently and sincerely: [Well, he ran away, uh, he was rescued. 】

Gu Jinxiao turned around, without looking sideways, and walked all the way to the carriage.

"Where are you going?" Zhong Qing followed immediately, raised his eyebrows and eyes, and was puzzled, "Isn't that plain-clothed Su Ying dead? Now that you play the piano, you can definitely cure this person. Okay." let her go."

Gu Jinxiao closed her eyes and didn't look at anyone, and said flatly: "The formation on the stage just now was a counterattack created by the alchemist. If it succeeds, Su Ying's body will not be harmed, and his soul will become that one. Appearance. If a person who locks his soul with a soul paper suffers backlash, his own soul will be locked in the mirror, and his soul will not fly away. Therefore, this is the escape of the golden cicada."

Zhong Qing's dense eyebrows and eyelashes drooped slowly, and there was a gentle smile on his lips. The light in his eyes was like peach blossom pond water illuminated by the golden warm sun, shining brightly like a dream, and no shadows under the water could be seen.

He said softly: "Young lady is really powerful, you can tell so clearly at a glance. She is indeed the legendary alchemist who can even control the astrology of the horoscope. The ancients are sincere."

Gu Xiangzhi didn't look at him, there was nothing in those clear and ethereal pupils, and the coldness between his brows never meant to be icy and snowy.I don't know why, but at this moment of silence, it makes people feel that they are thousands of miles away, like a frosty moon, inaccessible.

The long strings on the knees were plucked, and the carriage was driven by spells, as if all four hooves were volleying in the air, and the wind speeded forward.

Zhong Qing's smile was inaudible, but her cold voice was still gentle: "Where are you going?"

"Ask the Moon Tower."

Zhong Qing thought for a while: "If he runs away, I'm afraid he won't stay in Wenyuelou, why don't I ask ghosts for you?"

Gu Jinxiao looked at him and said softly, "Okay."

"See you in Yueyuelou."

Zhong Qing looked into those Qingling eyes without blinking, and his whole body was like a cloud of ink and ink, which quickly disappeared.

The man in purple on the carriage shivered slightly and curled up motionless.

……

When Su Ying was admiring his new fancy dress in the mirror, the "tailor" A Wan who made the dress suddenly ran away.

Su Ying took a deep look at the purple clothes who fled in a hurry in the mirror, and then ordered the eager soul paper to chase after her.

"Hee hee hee." From the red gauze behind her, a pair of bones-like hands protruded out, clung to his neck softly and lovingly, hugging him forward from behind, clinging to him in an inseparable posture like a ghost threatening his life.

Like scavenging vines tangled around white bones.

Su Ying was very relaxed, as if she was used to it: "Does it look good?"

It's like a gentleman puts on new clothes for the appreciation of the person he likes.

"Looks good, I've been thinking about it for so long, last time you said you didn't want it, but you suddenly did it. She is the coffin young palace master after all, and you are not afraid that Bai Wei will settle accounts with you?"

Su Ying squinted her eyes slightly, leaning against the red gauze and bones, like a drunken beauty lying on her knees: "What are you afraid of, she must be behind Bai Wei's back to die, no one knows. Such a good opportunity, It was delivered to my door, what am I afraid of?"

"But you don't want her life. As long as she lives, it's hard to guarantee that Bai Wei won't sue you."

Su Ying sneered, and looked at Bai Wei's face in the mirror expressionlessly: "She won't, because she loves Bai Wei. You don't understand, even if she dies, she won't let Bai Wei see her face. Bai Wei... is too perfect to be a real person. If you fall in love with a perfect person, you are afraid that there will be even the slightest bit of defilement. What's more, the difference between clouds and mud is not limited to Chi Yan..."

"Hee hee hee, Chi Yan, is it like me and you now?"

Reflected in the mirror, Su Ying's Bai Wei's face is naturally stunning, but the rotten face on the white bones next to her is more than a word can describe.

But Su Ying had no qualms in her heart, as if the person who was rubbing her ears and temples was a beauty who was just like him, she naturally caressed that ugly face with her backhand, closing her eyes and touching it.

"Yeah, just like you and me now."

"Hehehe, I like Gu Mowen, if you can't get him, Gu Xiangzhi is fine."

Su Ying opened her eyes, with a sudden smile in her eyes: "Don't worry, there will be a chance soon. I promise."

"Liar, how dare you really covet it, I'm very happy if I can piece together a set of fakes, show me them quickly!"

Su Ying smiled, her fingers covered his face as expected, and stroked slowly from top to bottom, the face reflected in the mirror soon changed from Bai Wei to Yue Wenqing, almost similar to Gu Xiangzhi.

"It's so beautiful." The red gauze white bone said foolishly, hugging him tightly, the red mist penetrated into his lungs with his breathing, and merged with him.

With such a cold and beautiful face, even if there is no one in his eyes, everyone will be fascinated by him wherever he goes, staring at him in a daze.

Su Ying likes to give each costume a name, and the most beautiful set is called Yuewenqing.

Yue Wenqing walked in the lively streets and alleys of Chang'an, heading for Jiaofang.

He walked very slowly, wherever there was excitement, he should not walk at night in brocade clothes, he must be admired by others.

As far as the eye can see, there are pairs of eyes full of emotions and desires, full of covetousness.

He was already used to Yue Wenqing's gorgeous attire, and almost everywhere he went, there were princes and grandsons who flattered and showed their love.Whether it's a wealthy party or a knight in the rivers and lakes.Facing a happy girl in the teaching workshop, one mouthful of a fairy, she is infatuated with no regrets.

Those people admired Yue Wenqing's face, and Yue Wenqing admired their admiring expressions, and they enjoyed each other.

The little bastard on the side of the road, with three teachings and high grades, in a few steps, someone came to tease him.

For this kind of person, he only needs to smile lightly, causing them to fight each other, and he can get away at will.

This kind of game is the most fun and interesting, and it is a game that Yuewenqing never tires of.

By the way, as Yue Wenqing, he no longer plays the pipa. Such a beauty should embrace a luxurious long piano.

The legendary Lvqi, the famous qin beauty and the two lovers, of course it is the most suitable.

With such a face, I only have to worry about how to choose, not what I want but can't.If he wanted it, someone would offer it to him naturally.

His hands are very skillful, he can mend corpses, cut souls to make clothes, and play the pipa, which is a coincidence.In fact, you can also play the piano, but you can't play it well.

But with such a face, who would care even if it was cotton?

Yue Wenqing sat in the largest and most luxurious teaching workshop, playing the piano.

As usual, surrounded by a bunch of sons and brothers vying to flatter.

And he only put on that cold and beautiful face, and ignored them coldly and arrogantly, and they were already fascinated.

The strings she plucked with her fingers suddenly went out of tune, Yue Wenqing frowned.

The obsessed young master immediately held his hand, and took a breath carefully: "Don't hurt the green onion-like jade finger of the fairy."

Yue Wenqing looked at these lustful and lustful eyes, and felt tired for a while.

He withdrew his hand, and slapped his suave face heavily with his fingers.

The young man's face was numb from the pain, but it only looked a little paler, and then reddish.

After being beaten for a moment, the young master didn't see any annoyance, and still looked at him in a fawning manner.

Yue Wenqing pursed her lips, and said lightly and coldly: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped. Don't mind if I touch your son's face."

"I don't mind, I don't mind, it's my honor that the fairy is willing to touch me."

Yue Wenqing became more and more crooked, she frowned slightly, her eyes were clear and cold, and she proudly raised her chin to the silent swordsman in the outermost circle.

So, the man who had no sense of existence all this time suddenly drew his knife into the table, and said a word coldly: "Get out."

This time, countless bees and butterflies were startled.

Although the beauties are beautiful, life is the most important thing. The princes and grandchildren who were in the crowd of blond powders suddenly scattered like birds and beasts.

All the guests left, Yue Wenqing naturally stopped the strings.

The steward of the restaurant was an elegant and modest scholar, upon seeing this, he mustered up his courage, took the teapot from the little second-hand man, and poured tea for him himself.

Yue Wen Qingyan didn't raise her eyebrows any more, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and found that this man was different from all the previous ones, he was a gentleman.

He suddenly became interested.

The Confucian scholar smiled shyly, and said softly: "Fairy has worked hard, dealing with these crazy bees and butterflies all day long. By the way, there is a person in the Jianghu who looks very similar to the fairy. Fairy should be careful not to be mistaken. It's time to offend you."

What he was talking about was actually the face-cutting and murder incident that had been raging a while ago. Although there have always been legends among the folks that ghosts steal faces, every few years there will be good-looking beauties. become ugliest.

The victim is an exception. Officials have always claimed that it is a serious disease, and scaremongering and propaganda of strange powers are not allowed.

However, in the past three months, from Chang'an to Luoyang in a short period of time, countless similar cases have occurred in a short time.

This is naturally because, in order to cut out the gorgeous costume of Yue Wenqing, Su Ying did not dare to do anything to the master, so she resorted to finding countless people to do it.

There are too many people involved in this case, and the first alliance in the south of the Yangtze River is changing its dynasty. The new leader thinks that this may be caused by heresy in the world, stealing faces to make ~human skin~masks.Therefore, during this period of time, the First League has been vigorously investigating.

This Confucian scholar didn't know much about it, and was eager to please the beauties, so he didn't speak clearly.

Yue Wenqing's eyes slanted slightly, and she smiled lightly at him, the ice melted and the snow melted, not very sweet: "Thank you, my lord."

He got up and left the teaching workshop, turned his head halfway, and took a deep look at the taciturn swordsman.

Walking through the bustling long street, I came to a narrow alley, but I saw a black-clothed policeman blocking the road not far away.

Yue Wenqing was not in a hurry, there was no accident, her face was as cold as a fairy, and she looked at the man coldly: "Why stop me?"

The policeman in black clothes is an elite dispatched by the Jiangnan First League. He is surprisingly handsome. He looks like a man and a woman. He has a heroic spirit, but his face is ruthless.

As soon as the policeman sneered, he said: "Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog. It's a pity that this face, no matter how many people have used it, it still doesn't look like it. It's pretentious, without character, and it's cold and arrogant, but it's actually coquettish. It seems that if the face-stealing Huamei cannot completely steal the victim's bones, it will always be a defective product."

Yue Wenqing's face sank, and her heart sank even more.

The reason why he deliberately went to the side road and lured this person to show up was because he found that this policeman disguised as a man had a pair of beautiful eyes that were in line with his collection preferences, and he wanted to include it in the soul paper collection.

King Min died, and Lin Zhaoyue was in power in the world in a blink of an eye. As Bai Wei's Zuo Hua envoy, he naturally knew about it.

The people from the First League have been investigating his case during this period of time. Of course, he is very clear about it with such a big fanfare, and he just doesn't take it seriously.

The first alliance in the south of the Yangtze River is in the hands of Lin Zhaoyue. Lin Zhaoyue has seen him pretending to be Gu Xiangzhi, didn't he think of him?Not to mention the people under Lin Zhaoyue's subordinates.

After all, when Su Ying pretended to be Gu Xiangzhi in Qilin Villa back then, he was just an ordinary face-changing, not like he is now a soul-cutting dress.

Comparing the two, the time of committing the crime does not match, so who can suspect him?

Taking a step back, so what if Lin Zhaoyue thought of it?Lin Zhaoyue and Bai Wei are allies, and he is the envoy of Huamei Zuohua.The reason why Bai Wei formed an alliance with Lin Zhaoyue was for him, Su Ying, how dare Lin Zhaoyue tear up the treaty without authorization?

However, this ordinary policeman was able to reveal his identity in a single word, calling out Hua Mei!

Su Ying's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth: "Why do you doubt me?"

"Your flaws are so big, if you don't doubt you, it will make people suspect that you have a problem with IQ. Waiting for a beautiful woman, if her admirer tells her that she looks very similar to someone, she will subconsciously feel unhappy and ask the other person angrily. Who is that person? Even if you don't check it yourself, you can't help asking. But you didn't, and you were even in a very funny and sweet mood. It means that you know in your heart that the other party is right. You also know him. Got that guy."

It turned out that it wasn't Lin Zhaoyue, so he was relieved.

Su Ying relaxed imperceptibly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

The catcher was eloquent, and his words cut out his heart, as if deliberately angering him: "Besides, has anyone ever told you that your current face is not worthy of your person at all. It's like an outhouse of a brothel with heavy makeup on its bones. It's ridiculous to play the role of a clean and elegant lady. You are a monster who doesn't look like a beauty, or even a woman. You can't tell what kind of ugly monster is under the mask. Why do you think I doubt you?"

"To shut up!"

Without losing his voice, Yue Wenqing, who was standing three feet away, disappeared.

Blink appeared in front of the policeman, and bit her lip.

The black-clothed policeman was a woman after all, unexpectedly he would have such a reaction, froze instantly, and immediately tried to push back, but found that starting from the opening of the lips, the whole body was paralyzed and unable to move.

Cold sweat suddenly hit the back. Oops, what kind of sorcery is this?

Almost at the same time, a three-foot-long Guan Shan Dao flew out from a distance, piercing through the chest and abdomen of the fast man in an instant, separating the two of them.

Seen from a distance, Yue Wenqing, who was weakly pushing away the black-clothed policeman with blood on her lips, seemed as if she had just been forcibly bullied by Deng Tuzi.

"Are you okay?" The silent swordsman in the shop just now appeared beside Su Ying.

Su Ying bit her lip, shook her head, raised her gaze coldly like a hook, and looked back at the policeman in black with dilated pupils.

do you died?What a waste.

"I'm fine, fortunately I have you, thank you hero for saving me for the second time..."

The swordsman was taciturn, walked over to draw the knife, and said in a hoarse voice, "This dog official is dead, I will send you back, don't worry, you will not be implicated."

The two walked side by side to Wenyue Tower, Su Ying looked back, the black-clothed policeman's body was soaked in blood, frozen and motionless.

So many things happened that day, Su Ying thought she would not be able to fall asleep, but in a flash she was already in a dream.

He couldn't even remember when he fell asleep.

In the darkness, a figure slowly rose up, walked to his bed, climbed onto his bed, and embraced him from back to front through the bed curtain.

Hugging his abdomen, tightening it bit by bit, as if trying to pull out all the internal organs and flesh, and replace the two.

That familiar voice was like a woman's sweet smile, like the hoarse malice of an old man, and like the contemptuous sarcasm of that wanton catcher during the day.

A contemptuous and mocking voice said: "Let me teach you, there are three types of cold and dust-free, one is cold, the other is clear, and the other is empty. You have an ugly and vulgar appearance, and you will be blown away by a little wind and dust. You just want to learn from others." Be a cold fairy, with a ridiculous face with no character and sticky powder, just to deceive those ordinary people who are called seductive and lustful men. How can people who really have a little knowledge be tempted by you? Don't you know?"

shut up!shut up!

The old man had a hoarse and malicious voice: "Don't you know how ugly you are? Don't you dare to think about Bai Wei, do you think that Bai Wei will take a look at you if you turn the young coffin master into a monster? Then you should at least be a woman……"

Su Ying struggled with all her strength, panting violently, her eyes were fierce, but she remained motionless as if she was stuck in mud.

Shut up, shut up, all of you!I kill you!

The girl's sweet voice: "Brother, Manager Xia saved us and didn't let us starve to death on the street. How could you avenge your kindness and even kill her?"

She asked for it, she saw me take that woman's face!

"The Great Palace Master of the Coffin took you into the charm, and Bai Wei saved your life. How could you harm Ah Wan? She is the only daughter of the Great Palace Master, and she is the person Bai Wei likes. You even hurt people who treat you well!"

so what!

"Hee hee," the soft and charming voice whispered close to his ear, "Yeah, so what? Didn't even you die at his hands? You all say, whoever treats him well, he harm anyone. But so what?"

"You guys forced Ah Ying, and he didn't want to. Everyone bullied him and treated him badly. Even you guys didn't understand him."

"He just wants a good face, just to be a human being. You raised him but didn't allow him to live a better life. Of course you deserve to die."

"You are his younger sister. You are fresh and beautiful, loved by others, and have no worries about food and clothing since childhood, but he wants to be with the grave of the corpse all day. He just doesn't want you to leave him. You gave it to him voluntarily, why did you kidnap him again?”

Su Ying closed her eyes, took a quick breath, and obediently leaned on the red gauze and white bones, just like a child leaning on its mother.

Only you love me the most, only you understand me best, I only have you.

When that soft and sweet voice sounded, all the sharp voices disappeared, only the hug of the pink skull and the rotten bones was real and warm.

It was the first soul paper he made from the pile of dead people, just like another him.

"Yes, me too, only you, we will always be together."

Su Ying didn't care about its horror, just like it never cared about Su Ying's ugliness from the beginning.

In fact, it can be very beautiful, it was Su Ying's original face after leaving the scar, the first time he saw it, he couldn't help crying.

It turned out that he might not be ugly either.

The ghost created by him caressed his scar with compassion and tenderness: "You don't have to live such a life, it's the fault of your parents who abandoned you. It's for your own good, I'm afraid you will be reduced because of that face." It is the fault of those who cannot protect you, but give you scars instead. It is the fault of those who judge people by their appearance."

"I will give you all the beauty in this world, and you can pick it up as you look up. Chi Yan is ugly and beautiful, and she repeats it casually, but it is only a skin, but a dress. There is only one thing, and you can never leave me and betray me."

Why, treat me so well?

"Hee hee hee, have you forgotten? I was created by you, and I exist because of you. I am you, and you are me. I am your ghost, and you are my bones. No separation, mutual existence and symbiosis.”

……

A lamp of flowers from the other side burned silently on the head of the bed, and three words were engraved on the body of the incense: Tiandaoliu.

In the dim room, sitting beside the table in the middle was a swordsman who was as cold and silent as a rock.

The bamboo hat was lowered, parallel to the blade-like eyes, he kept the knife in his waist with one hand, and recorded something on the paper with the other hand.

When the person in the bed tent said something, he wrote it down.

After a long time, Su Ying stopped.

The man's pen also stopped, and in a low and hoarse voice, he read word by word to the people in the reincarnation incense.

"Su Ying, he was taught by the lineage of Xuanmen's body mortuary. He killed his adoptive father, his sister, and his benefactor. There are nine people in total...stealing people's soul faces and destroying people's faces. There are more than 300 people. Can there be any injustice?"

The person who is addicted to the incense of reincarnation smiled viciously: "No, I did it, I did it, so what can you do?"

The red yarn sticks out from the scarlet jade pipa, and climbs up little by little to approach the swordsman.

In an instant, there was a sound of jade shattering.

The two-inch-thin blade cut on the pipa, and when the light of the blade came into contact with it, a seemingly invisible spell appeared, and the pipa shattered in two with a pitiful cry.

Dark and thick dirty blood oozes out, and as the sun rises, it evaporates inch by inch.

The swordsman didn't turn his head back, he didn't look at it, he stood up and walked to the bed curtain, holding the bloody knife tip.

He took Su Ying's finger with one hand, cut the blood mixed with the blade, and pressed his fingerprints on the confession he recorded.

The swordsman folded the paper with one hand and stuffed it casually into his arms.

Without blinking, the tip of the knife pressed against his face, cutting it off without hesitation, just like a butcher slaughtering livestock...