wait until the fireworks cool off

I realized that Ying Yun would ask him directly like this.He looked at him, and after a while he wrote lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm tired of cultivating immortals and returning to the mortal world."

Although the tone was normal, there was a sense of sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Is it because the disciple has troubled the master..."

"At that time, everyone thought you were dead, so how could you be involved as a teacher?"

"Then why doesn't Master even see Aunt Yu?"

"Why? Are you going to blame Master for Ning Yu?" Qing Yu laughed deliberately.

"How dare my disciple..." Ying Yun lowered his head.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Qing Yu really laughed: "Okay, don't ask around, you don't even have a physical body yet, and you still have to meddle in Master's business, you should take care of yourself first."

Ying Yun stuck out his tongue, and then said: "Master, since you are not cultivating immortality anymore, let's eat steamed fresh fish after landing, um...and glutinous rice balls..." When talking about Chudi's unique Food, he immediately showed a very greedy expression.

"OK."

At night, the wind picked up, watching her master fall asleep quietly, Ying Yun took the outer shirt and gently covered him, and exited the cabin carefully.

Silently landed on the shore, Ying Yun stretched out his hand, and a cold light flew out from his palm.Not long after, two crows flew towards him against the cold moonlight and flew all the way to his side. Their black feathers fluttered down and turned into two men in black.

"What is the Lord's order?" The two bowed down obediently, unable to see their faces clearly.

"How about a long stay?"

"Back to the Lord, the soul of the demon god Hua Qiangu was taken away by Sha Qianmo. I heard that Bai Zihua, the head of Changliu, has gone crazy, and he is looking for Sha Qianmo everywhere; Mo Yan has also retreated. Now the new head is the original three. Sheng Xiaomo, one of the honorable ones."

"Sheng Xiaomo? I've never heard of this person..." Ying Yun frowned slightly, "Go find out about him."

"Yes."

"That old guy Zhengde, how's it doing recently?"

"He is still the head of the Discipline Pavilion, but maybe the new head wants to touch him."

"Oh?" Ying Yun smiled evilly, "It seems that he has made a lot of enemies, it seems that we can sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight."

"The Lord is wise."

"One more thing, I don't care what method you use, you must find out why my master left Changliu back then."

"I obey. My lord, this subordinate thinks that the current new leader has not been in office for a long time, so why don't we take advantage of his unstable foundation and directly attack Changliu?"

Ying Yun sneered and sneered: "Idiot! What do you think Changliu is? You can come in and out as you please?"

"Subordinate made a slip of the tongue."

"I just found Master now, and I don't want to alarm him. You are closely monitoring, and report to me at any time if there is any change."

"Don't worry, my lord."

Ying Yun waved his hand, and the two black shadows turned into two crows and gradually disappeared.He floated back into the boat, looked at Qing Yu's sleeping face, moved the nearby candle far away, and swept away the shadow just now in his eyes, gentle like ripples.

Master, all the grievances and sufferings you have endured, I will help you get them back ten times and a hundred times!

The night was getting dark, in the Hall of Ecstasy, Huo Xi was searching in Sheng Xiaomo's study.

"On the third shelf from the left of the bookshelf... there are only a few... Did Master remember it wrong..." Huo Xi said to herself while digging on the shelf with her feet on her feet.

Suddenly a black lacquered wooden box in the corner came into his sight.Although the box had a lock, the lock was open.

Huo Xi knew that he ordered the prisoner to die, but he really couldn't help it. He must have been a cat in his previous life.

He gently opened the box, and there were six or seven rolled scrolls neatly lying in the box, each of which was carefully tied with a red ribbon, but one scroll seemed to have been opened not long ago, only with red ribbons. Silk tied it casually.

Huo Xi picked up the scroll, curiously spread it on the table, and slowly unfolded it.

The painting is about three feet long, with exquisite brushwork, careful outline, and lifelike painting, with only one stroke and one ink, there is a huge amount of information.

In the painting is a strange man standing standing holding a bamboo flute.The angle of view is cut from the front side. The man's hair is tied with a ribbon. He has a gentle expression and a handsome face. His clothes are colored with stone blue mixed with a little stone green.

He opened several other scrolls, all of which were the same person, reading a book, concentrating on writing, pouring tea gracefully, smiling, calm, or concentrating. Like a soul.

Such delicacy and vividness cannot be described by just a few glances. Presumably the painter and the person in the painting must have spent a long time together day and night.

Although there is no signature of the painter on each painting, only a date is written, but the little scribe with the silkworm head and swallow tail can be seen as the handwriting of his master.What puzzled Huo Xi even more was that the small objects in the background of those paintings—tables, pen holders, and round stools—all resembled the objects in the Palace of Ecstasy, and even the stubborn stone on that side could find almost the same prototype in the back mountain.

Could it be that the person in this painting once lived in the Palace of Ecstasy?

While thinking this way, Huo Xi opened the last one, but was so shocked that she almost dropped the painting on the ground.

The person in the painting is lazily lying on his stomach in obscene clothes, his lotus eyes are half-closed as if he is taking a nap, and the brows are clear and undiminished, but with a trace of unruly and wanton.And the obscene clothes were not properly put on, half of them hung loosely on the elbows, and the black hair was disheveled and loose, covering the exposed half of the snowy shoulders just right, but the looming silhouette of the body in the hair showed a certain kind of taboo The charming style makes people can't help gushing blood.

Huoxi was completely petrified!

Just as he was feeling overwhelmed by the painting, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Huo Xi screamed in fright, and took several steps back.

"Qing Luo, can you please make a sound before you make a move?"

"Huo Xi, what are you doing?" Wu Qingluo didn't expect Huo Xi to react so suddenly, with an expression like looking at a monster, "No way, you are still stealing things from Master's study at such a late night, you really want money and life ah?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm helping Master with things..." Huo Xi hurriedly defended.

"Really?" Wu Qingluo smirked, took the scroll from his hand while he was not paying attention, and opened it with a swipe.

"Ah!" She screamed after only one glance, quickly closed the scroll and stuffed it back to Huo Xi, hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands, and said in panic, "You...you actually look at the erotic pictures..."

Huo Xi was about to cry: "What erotic pictures...there is only one person, and they are all the same person!"

He opened all the scrolls: "Look."

Seeing the person in the painting clearly, Wu Qingluo instantly turned on the nympho mode, her eyes lit up: "Wow... who is this senior, so beautiful... tsk tsk, it's on par with Master..."

"Hey, saliva dripped on the painting..." Huo Xi wiped the corner of her mouth for her in disgust.

Wu Qingluo stared at Huoxi: "Where did this come from?"

Huo Xi pointed to the place where the year was signed: "Of course it was painted by Master."

After saying this sentence, both of them were stunned tacitly.

No matter how stupid they are, they will never fail to understand the meaning of these paintings, especially the last one, which can be drawn so meticulously from such an angle, the relationship between the painter and the person in the painting may have already exceeded the usual intimacy.

"Qingluo, you said that if Master knew...we peeked at this, would he silence us?" Huo Xihan came out.

Wu Qingluo shook her head, and said with some melancholy: "Huo Xi, I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that Master is actually quite pitiful..."

"Eh?"

"Do you still remember that Master has a scar on his hand?"

"Of course I remember... You don't mean to say..."

"Your Majesty and Qiangu have come to this point, Master...didn't know how difficult it was..." Wu Qingluo said quietly.

"Qingluo, do you think this senior...could have passed away..."

"You crow mouth!" Wu Qingluo patted his head.

Both of them suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

It took a while for Wu Qingluo to come back to her senses: "Huo Xi, how did you dig out these things? Master will definitely not let these things go casually."

"Oh, Master is still waiting for me to get the scrolls in the main hall," Huo Xi woke up like a dream, just remembered Sheng Xiaomo's previous instructions, and quickly put the few scrolls he found under his arm, "Qingluo, quickly Put these paintings away, and don't let Master find out!"

After speaking, this guy disappeared in a flash.

"Hey, Huo Xi!" Wu Qingluo didn't have time to stop him: "Where should I receive these paintings?"

Sheng Xiaomo was sitting on the side of the Changliu hall, writing something on the scroll, the candle in front of the desk was flickering lightly, like a complete dream.

Four months ago, on the third day after Bai Zihua left Changliu, the elders of Jiuge followed the rules of Changliu's sect and through a special procedure, jointly elected Sheng Xiaomo as the new head.Although Sheng Xiaomo couldn't dodge in time, the elder Jiuge was really very patient. If he didn't take over the head Gong Yu, the nine of them would kneel outside the Hall of Ecstasy. The name was petition but it was actually coercion, almost forcing him into As the head of the sect, he shoulders the important task of rebuilding the sect after the war.

You see, life is like this, always pushing you forward in some special way, without asking if you want to.

A gust of wind blew, the door opened gently, and the wind blew the candles and flickered.

Sheng Xiaomo looked up inadvertently, but when he saw that familiar figure, he froze for a moment.

"Uncle..."

The man stood there smiling gently, just like before.

Sheng Xiaomo only felt a surge of heat hit his chest, he dashed forward and hugged him tightly, the extremely familiar breath rushed towards his face, he found himself crying without warning.

"Uncle Master..." He muttered vaguely, his nose and tears rubbing against his shoulder.If someone else is around,