The mountain master never takes medicine

Break the sky

"It used to be a good job to be a 'welcoming apprentice', but now that I think about it, misfortunes never come singly."

"That's not true." The person who answered bent down and pushed the box outside the door: "A while ago, some people who went to the barren eastern region heard that they encountered some demon-slaying sword master, who died without a whole body, but that Jun Liqing is Who, why haven't I heard of it."

"Sword Master Li Qing, oh, I forgot that you are still young."

After speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

The man who was registering inside coughed heavily when he heard their conversation as if there was no one else present, but he didn't lift his head. The Langhao brush in his hand wrote down a list: "What should be said and what should not be said, I have been here for a few months. Don't you have a long memory?"

"Our place is cold all year round. There are only these treasures collected, so no one else will come here."

"Yes."

The officer in charge sneered: "Don't forget, there is still a person living there, maybe someday the suzerain will come over."

Someone sneered: "If you really want to be favored, how could the suzerain send people to corners like ours."

While speaking, there was a sound of crackling objects falling to the ground from the east of the yard.Then, the door was pushed open with a "clang" sound, and a somewhat frail figure appeared at the door.

"Where's my medicine? Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"

The person in charge of the registration thought that you, a prostitute who was sent here, why would you want to yell in front of us.How about thinking of yourself as the suzerain?

Despite the contempt in his heart, he put down his pen, got up and bowed to Shi Rong: "Mr. Shi, you have to be patient, don't you see that we are busy, why don't you sit down first, and I will remind you when I am done." .”

Shi Rong's sick face became more and more ugly, his whole body seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something, and he suddenly rushed to the box being registered like crazy, and overturned all the things inside with a wave of his sleeves.

A few people around were eager to pick it up while persuading him: "Why are you so angry with these dead things? If you want to please the suzerain, you might as well learn from those favored princes."

"Dogs, I want you to take care of it. When the suzerain comes, I will let the suzerain kill you!" He said, and wanted to overturn a few boxes next to him.

"These items have to be handed over to the suzerain for the purpose. If you break the rules, the suzerain will blame you. Don't say we didn't remind you." The registration officer looked at him madly, but couldn't help it. With a bit of sarcasm, "It's admirable that a good man doesn't concentrate on his cultivation, but only thinks about the woman lying under him all day long."

When Shi Rong heard the word "female volt", he was even more furious, and his pale face turned red in an instant.

"Master Shi, it's useless for you to lose your temper at us every now and then." One of the good-looking teenagers quietly followed him to pick up things.

This person was sent to the yard a while ago, and it is said that he lost his temper at the suzerain and offended the suzerain.But maybe one day the suzerain thinks about it and will call him back again, so his attitude towards this one can't be too bad now: "I heard that the suzerain likes to collect fans, why don't I give you one, maybe the suzerain will see you again You called it back."

Shi Rong ignored him, still venting his anger.The suzerain hasn't touched him all this time, where's the female?

A scroll was kicked over while Shi Rong was messing around, and the scroll was spread out with a clatter, revealing its true colors.

Shi Rong was stunned for a moment, and after seeing what it was, he choked it in his throat.

The man on the scroll didn't know whether the painter was unskilled or did it on purpose, his face was blurred, and his whole person looked extraordinarily hazy, except for those eyes!those eyes!

The eyes are clear and penetrating, and at the same time, there is a murderous aura soaked in blood.

As if deliberately humiliating him to endure the pain of gouging out his eyes every once in a while, there was a careless pride in the corners of his eyes and brows.

And in hand...

"Do you want to give this painting to the suzerain? Do you want to give it to someone else? I don't allow it! No!" I suddenly recalled several people who were also favored, some with noses, some with mouths, and some with mouths. Even because his hands were hidden in the backyard by the suzerain, and then these details suddenly joined together into a figure, his face turned pale, and he quickly stepped on the scroll hard.

"Shi Rong! Don't take yourself too seriously!" The man in charge of registration pointed at him with an angry look on his face.

The young man beside him tugged at him: "Forget it, just let him vent his anger with a painting."

"Have you had enough trouble!?"

Suddenly there was a roar outside the house.

In his haste, Shi Rong only had time to pick up the scroll and carried it behind his back.

Chang Jingluo who came in just glanced at Shi Rong, saw that he was shrinking aside and made no sound, snorted, and picked up the booklet on the table.

This time, Shi Rong was probably very frightened by Chang Jingluo's sudden arrival, thinking of what he had done before, he dared not breathe.

Just listen to Chang Jingluo's low and impatient order: "Bring Zhelan Shan and Qu Wushan and have a look."

Although I don't know why the suzerain has a special liking for fans every time, but since the suzerain has spoken, several people quickly responded in a hurry and began to search among the scattered magic weapons.

Chang Jingluo became more and more irritable when he saw the crowd in a mess.Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the unusually silent Shi Rong and those misty eyes, and unexpectedly calmed down.

"What are you holding? Let me see."

"No, it's not." Shi Rong took half a step back in fright, and then felt that his behavior was really suspicious, so he faced Chang Jingluo's gaze and said with numb scalp, "Seeing that this painting is quite beautiful, Shi Rong , I am happy and want to stay."

"Since you like..."

"Sect Master, I found it." The boy kneeling on the ground tremblingly interrupted the conversation between the two with his fan in his hand, and took the opportunity to glance at Shi Rong.

Chang Jingluo frowned and said nothing, weighed the fan in his hands a few times, and then opened the fan.

An extremely ordinary landscape painting...

Opened another one, still the same.

Just now, there was still some calm breath and rioted restlessly.

The person kneeling on the ground felt the anger of the superior, and immediately bent down even lower.

"A bunch of trash!"

All the instruments in the room burst under the strong pressure.

Shi Rong lost his footing, staggered and fell on the tea table behind him, and the scroll in his hand rolled to Chang Jingluo's feet.

In the deathly still air, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.

The picture scroll that has not been fully rolled out slowly reveals a corner.

Chang Jingluo bowed his head.

A pair of fair and slender hands with distinct knuckles met his eyes.

The person in the painting is holding a black folding fan in his right hand, and the folding fan is lightly resting on the palm of his left hand through his right hand.

This pose is full of provocation, but there is a natural elegance in it.

The coercion in the room suddenly stopped as if it had been cut off by someone.

Shi Rong looked up, and saw an indescribable smile on Chang Jingluo's face, as if a long-cherished wish had finally grasped the tail that passed by in a hurry, madness, shock, and joy flashed alternately on his face .

Shi Rong's heart skipped a beat, as if some danger was quietly brewing.Under the pressure, he wanted to step forward to pick up the painting first, but was swung away by Chang Jingluo, his back slammed into the cold wall behind him, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

Chang Jingluo raised his hand and drew the scroll to his eyes, and the scroll fell down.

The face of the person in the painting is slightly sideways, and the facial features are somewhat blurred, but the eyes that look at all beings are particularly bright.The painter should be a careful woman, and only a woman can draw these lifelike eyes.

Chang Jingluo stretched out his hand and instantly burned a concentric knot hanging from the scroll.

He held the scroll carefully in his hand, and gently wiped away the footprints on his face, but some remained on it.Seeing this, he vented his anger on the few people in the room: "I can't even protect the secondary painting!" He grabbed someone casually and broke his neck, only to feel more comfortable.

"Where did this painting come from?"

"Return to the suzerain, yes..." The man in charge of the registration glanced at the box that had just been turned over on the ground, "It was found by Fushan."

"Where is that man now?"

"...Subordinates don't know."

The next moment, Chang Jingluo pinned the man on top of his head.Huge suction spread from between Chang Jingluo's five fingers in all directions, the canthus of the man below was completely cracked, and dark red blood slowly flowed out from seven orifices, his complexion became paler and skinny in the blink of an eye.

Chang Jingluo let go of his hand, and the man turned into a pile of dust.

It's not the first time that Chang Jingluo regards human life like nothing in Potianzong. The whole room is silent, and no one dares to speak out, lest he will run into the flames of the suzerain at this time and end up like the person in front of him.

However, just when everyone was trembling, the young man who had thought of flattering Shi Rong before seemed to think of something, tremblingly climbed to Chang Jingluo's side, and boldly said: "Sect Master, I, I seem to remember, the Fushan area is The team led by Li Dao, but Li Dao's team met Jun Liqing and was wiped out."

"Jun, Li, Qing." Chang Jingluo chewed the name several times in his mouth, "It really lingers."

After speaking, he pointed to the painting and asked in a cold voice: "Then do you know who is in this painting?"

A group of people shook their heads in fear, their bodies trembling like a sieve, afraid that they would arouse Chang Jingluo's sensitive nerves, so they quickly asked: "Why don't you find a good painter of Danqing to copy a few copies, Scattered in the wilderness?"

Chang Jingluo smiled disdainfully: "Are you startling the snake?" After laughing, he kicked the person who had just spoken, "If I heard a word of what happened today, there is no need for you to live. "

Qingdi's demeanor is hard to match even a ten-thousandth of an ordinary person. If he just spread out like this, tsk tsk, it would be really uncomfortable to think about it.Even if this person is not Emperor Qing, just relying on these eyes alone, he would be dead!You should stay with him too!

Shi Rong saw Chang Jingluo walking towards him step by step, those steps seemed to be on his heart, he could even hear his thunderous heart beating in his ears.

However, Chang Jingluo was thinking about painting, and walked past him without noticing him at all.

Shi Rong stood up suddenly, and couldn't help but said to the figure in front of him: "The suzerain doesn't want to know who this person is?"

"You know?" Chang Jingluo finally stopped, turned around and glanced at Shi Rong, the man's unsmiling eyes and brows did have a bit of the shadow of Emperor Qing, but it's a pity...

"Shi Rong knows." He took a few steps forward, knelt down and begged to pull the hem of his clothes, "Shi Rong just wants to stay by your side to serve you in the future, and he will never make mistakes again. I hope you will allow me."

"You are very courageous? Dare to negotiate with me." Chang Jingluo bent over and pinched his chin, stroking the corner of his eyes with interest for a moment, "Don't you really want to know what I like about him?"

Shi Rong felt the cold fingertips on his eyelids and wanted to close them but was afraid that Chang Jingluo would be angry, so he had to keep his eyes open without blinking, the tears in his eye sockets could not help swirling.

He let out a cry: "Don't dare."

"Just like now, even if that person is in a desperate situation, he will never show your expression, this kind of humble and lowly look like a dog wagging its tail." Chang Jingluo patted his cheek, "But look For the sake of being so obedient, I will give you a chance, if you say it, I will let you go back to Luofu Hall."

Shi Rong tried his best to restrain his trembling voice and said: "Although, although the face of this portrait is blurred, anyone who has participated in the first door closure knows that this fan is a treasure out of the wild. As for the owner of the fan..." Shi Rong gave birth to a card at this juncture.

Chang Jingluo increased his strength and couldn't help but said: "Say!"

Seeing the obscure madness in his eyes, Shi Rong felt a bitter pleasure for some reason: "Master Yushan, oh, no, Yu Liuhua, the former owner of Yushan Mountain." Shi Rong felt that the force on his chin was much lighter, Then said, "But he is dead, he died 200 years ago."

Chang Jingluo knew about this, but he often had to recover his strength through deep sleep and retreat after waking up in Dahuang, so he only heard about this Yushan Mountain Lord, but he was not interested.

After all, it is very common for a person to die in Dahuang, so why...is it him? !

Qingdi never let him look at his fan, and he only vaguely knew that there were two characters inscribed on that fan, and the magic seal from the heavens made them almost disintegrate. Changes in body appearance are also possible.

Thinking of this result, he seemed to feel better in his heart.

Maybe the person in the painting is just somewhat similar to Qingdi's, or maybe this fan is just for him to decorate. Although he holds the idea that Yu Liuhua is not Qingdi, there is still a small cluster of flames in his heart. Ring and tell him strongly: it is him, there will be no fakes!

After Chang Jingluo left, Shi Rong walked up to the boy in the house.

"Let's go."

The boy was taken aback for a moment.

Shi Rong: "I know what's on your mind."

The young man buried the joy in his heart, and responded respectfully.

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