Yan Xiao's Strange Records

The surroundings were filled with a strong smell of blood, which almost made Yi Xingyun almost out of breath.

The feet are even more vain, like falling into the clouds.Now he could see the surrounding environment clearly. There were red sand grains all around, and the sky was dyed scarlet by the afterglow of the setting sun. There were also huge birds hovering above. Those birds were so huge that they were almost unheard of.

Yi Xingyun went down to his feet, and the three of them stood on a cliff, and there was a huge monster underneath.

"What is this place? Why are the beasts here so strange?" Yi Xingyun was dumbfounded, his eyes widened.

"Demon Swamp, the creatures here are not in the Three Realms, and they live forever. Those who have committed heinous crimes in the past will be exiled here, and endure being swallowed by the beasts here at any time. Let's kill here now, Ah Yin! "

Hundreds of bamboo hats fluttered in the wind, looking at A Yin behind him, A Yin nodded and waved his ten fingers, Yi Xingyun felt his whole body being comfortable by the steel wire, and moved to the bottom of the cliff in a blink of an eye.

Accompanied by the roar of a beast, Yi Xingyun shuddered suddenly, only then did he realize that they were already standing in the middle of the group of beasts.He looked at the magic weapon in his hand, dumbfounded, a well-cast blue bow, but no arrows.

"Ayin, why is there no arrow in this bow?" Yi Xingyun approached Ayin and asked anxiously.

Ah Yin didn't look sideways, his whole body was tense and straight, ready to fight.Countless silk threads shot out from both hands, instantly strangling the oncoming beast into pieces, and the blood of the beast poured all over Yi Xingyun's body.

"Use your mind to draw the bow, and you can shoot arrows at the enemy." After saying this, Ah Yin threw himself into the battle, ignoring Yi Xingyun.

Yi Xingyuan saw the bloody beast approaching him, pulled the bow and arrow, but there was no response at all, so he could only curl up under the cliff.

Yi Xingyun's cuffs gleamed with golden light, and one person attached his hand to the back of Yi Xingyun's hand.

"Master, this bow is not an ordinary thing, but a divine tool, which condenses your will."

Yi Xingyun aimed at the oncoming beast, concentrated his attention, and the two of them pulled the bow into the shape of a full moon, and an ice arrow condensed in mid-air. ——

Jiangdu and Suburbs;

The willows are soft, the grass is luxuriant, and the drizzle falls like threads. The surrounding scenes reflected are dreamlike and unspeakable.

It also wetted Su Heng's sleeves, fogged his eyebrows and eyes, and a yellowed tung leaf fell on his shoulder. Su Heng gently took it off, and spread his palms. One leaf knows autumn, and autumn is approaching. I don't know Yi Xingyun Whether added clothes.

The rain began to fall more and more heavily, pattering, louder than louder, mixed with a little anxiety and uneasiness.

"Su Heng, there is a ruined temple in front of us, why don't we take shelter from the rain?" Seeing that the autumn rain was getting denser, Xiao Qi pointed to the ruined temple not far away.

Su Heng nodded, and was about to go while leading Taying, when Cao Cong didn't know when, a thin figure of a person flashed, stumbling, not looking at the pedestrians on the road, and collided with Su Heng.The man was weak and was knocked on the stone slab by Su Heng.

"Brother is fine, I didn't see brother just now, I'm really sorry." Su Heng hurriedly helped the man who fell to the ground.

But the man ignored Su Heng, hurriedly picked up the scroll on the ground, wiped it carefully with his sleeve, and then hid it in his wide cuff, very carefully.

Without raising his head, he said softly: "It's not in the way." Then he went into the ruined temple and ignored Xiao Qi and Su Heng.

Su Heng and Xiao Qi looked at each other, feeling that the scholar's temper was really weird, but they couldn't say anything.However, the wind and rain were precarious, and the two of them had no choice but to sneak into the ruined temple.

The ruins of the temple are broken, the spider webs are everywhere, the vermilion lacquer pillars are mottled, and the statues enshrined are also destroyed, and the whole picture cannot be seen clearly.

Su Heng bowed to the statue, and then stepped into the temple gate with Xiaoqi.The down-and-out scholar stood in front of the window, still holding the scroll in his arms, not saying a word.

Su Heng and Xiao Qi didn't dare to disturb the scholar, they cleaned up a clean place and lit a charcoal fire to keep warm.

Su Heng took out the scroll from his arms, and the positions of the two of them were clearly shown on the scroll. Su Heng made up his mind and put the scroll back into his arms.

Xiao Qi rested her chin in one hand, and held the portrait of Young Master Yu in the other hand, muttering: "Young Master Yu, Mr. Yu, you old man, please show your spirit quickly, so that the two of us can find you earlier, and you will suffer all day long!"

Seeing this, Su Heng shook his head helplessly. Xiao Qi was still a child at heart. Young Master Yu had evaded King Shu's pursuit many times, and he was definitely hiding in perfect clothes. It was just a pain for future generations to pursue like this.

The wind blew the window curtain rustling, and the scholar stood against the wind, his face was pale from the cold, but he remained indifferent, standing in front of the window like a wooden stake.

Su Heng poked Xiao Qi, and said in a low voice: "Should we ask him to warm up together? You can see that his face is pale and he is very cold."

"Hey, scholar, do you want to warm up together? It's fate to meet each other, so why stand aside cautiously."

Xiao Qi greeted the scholar, the scholar looked at Xiao Qi with dim eyes and shook his head.A gust of wind blew, and the charcoal fire flickered, rolled up the portrait in Xiao Qi's hand, and fell into the hand of the scholar. When the scholar saw the portrait, his gloomy eyes suddenly brightened.

"This painting is very charming, but the people in the painting are frowning, as if they are preoccupied." The scholar carefully copied the painting, while commenting thoughtfully.

"Mr. Yu had a miserable life experience, and what happened caught him off guard. He must have never had a peaceful day, so he was so frowning. Then, can you take a look at the painting in the son's arms? As the saying goes, come and go is indecent." Su Heng looked at the picture scroll in the arms of the weird scholar, such a treasure must be top grade.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: "If you read it, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." With a wave of his sleeve, the picture scroll slowly unfolded, and it was a blank sheet of paper. There was no masterpiece there.

"Why is there nothing in the picture scroll? Did it rain and get wet, but I didn't see any traces of ink smudges." Xiao Qi looked up and down, puzzled.The scholar walked slowly towards the charcoal fire, sat on the straw, with a smile on his lips.

"Would you like to listen to me tell an illusory story. This picture scroll was not blank at first. I remember that it was raining that day. I passed by this dilapidated temple by chance. The painting was hung on that wall, covered with Dust, if you are not careful, you will miss—"

In the early spring, the plum blossoms spit out their fragrant pistils, and the rain is pattering.The entire Jiangdu was foggy, and the clothes of passers-by were all wet.

Covering her sleeves, Chu Ke sneaked into an old dilapidated temple to avoid the rain.The ruined temple was covered with cobwebs and dust.

Chu Ke coughed a few times and fanned the dust with her sleeve.He caught a glimpse of a picture scroll hanging in the center of the hall. The picture scroll was covered with dust, and the picture could not be seen anymore. He wiped the picture scroll gently with his cuff.

A handsome young man leaped into view, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, dressed in black and satin, holding a jade Xiao.

The whole body is misty and misty, like a god-man.Chu Ke loves painting and ink, but she couldn't take her eyes off for a while.

He also saw a row of small characters next to him: "Qi Sheng met Mr. Xuan Ran by chance, Mr. Xuanran has a clear charm, handsome appearance, and a special painting to express the kindness of knowing you." He didn't think much about stuffing the scroll into his sleeve.

After the rain stopped, I returned home, unfolded the scroll carefully, and repeatedly stroked the boy who was infatuated with the painting.

Chu Ke only felt the biting cold wind and thin clothes.I couldn't open my eyes because of the mist.

In the distance, there was a stalwart figure walking towards him.When the man approached, Chu Ke was taken aback.

She is exactly the same as the person in the painting, with starry eyes and light brows, handsome and graceful.The ten fingers are as white as jade, holding a jade handle, and the whole body is emerald green.

The man seemed to be stepping on the moon, his whole body was flowing, and the belt of his robe was tumbling.He stood there, not showing the mountains and dews, as if he was one with the heaven and the earth.

"I'm Ling Xuanran, I've met you, Young Master." Ling Xuanran held on to Yu Xiao and bowed to Chu Ke.

"Are you? Are you the fairy in the painting?" Chu Ke asked stammeringly, out of tune.

"I'm not a painting fairy. I'm a banished fairy. I'm attached to this picture scroll. Seeing you looking at my portrait repeatedly, you must be someone who knows how to paint. I'm paying a special visit to you." Ling Xuanran smiled, his clothes fluttering , Dust like snow.

"I just think that the style of painting is unique, and the young master is so elegant..." Chu Ke couldn't help but blush at Ling Xuanran's words, not knowing how to deal with herself.

"In this way, Mr. Chu must know the art of painting like the palm of his hand?"

"Don't dare, the person who painted for you is superb in painting, and the painting is done with ink. At first glance, the picture is cold and obscure, but the prince's robe is loose and his demeanor is calm, as if he has stepped on the moon and jumped out of the picture." Chu Ke explained with a red face. with.

"Wonderful, Mr. Chu really knows how to paint. The painters are the three kings of the current dynasty. Although they met once, they talked very happily. Give me a painting." Ling Xuanran clapped his hands and applauded.

"Then why did your portrait appear in that ruined temple?" Chu Ke looked at Ling Xuanran with clear eyes.

"I was expelled from the heavens and hid in the picture scroll. The picture scroll was bought by a rich businessman. I didn't want the rich businessman to offend the officials, and his family would be imprisoned.

This temple was originally under the protection of a wealthy businessman, and it was also full of incense. After the wealthy businessman left, it was abandoned. Before I knew it, ten years had passed. I saw you repeatedly looking at my portrait, and I was awakened by you! "Ling Xuanran picked up Yu Xiao and told the whole story.

"So that's the case, the fairy is so twists and turns, seeing that the jade Xiao is held in the fairy's hand, it must not be a mortal weapon, can you play it?" Chu Ke suggested.

"It's such a show of shame." Ling Xuanran held up Yu Xiao's fingers and opened them like a calyx.Xiao's voice was long and clear, with a thousand twists and turns, a kind of resentment and sadness emerged spontaneously.

Chu Ke was in a trance when he heard it, closed his eyes to witness the festival, and indulged in it.

Su Heng and the others heard this, and it turned out that this down-and-out scholar turned out to be Chu Ke, the number one painter in Daqi, who became famous at a young age, and it was hard for everyone to find him for a piece of calligraphy.

A picture of the Dragon King in Jingchuan that he painted in Guanglu Temple is lifelike and widely circulated.

Unexpectedly, standing in front of the two of them at this moment, it was a scene of poverty and desolation.

Where did they still look like a heroic, romantic and talented scholar back then, the two couldn't help but sigh, what kind of accident made Chu Ke fall down here.

The sound of the rain was breaking, and the osmanthus shadow was helping, only listening to Chu Ke's eloquence...