A bad thought [rebirth]

On the day of Situ Tiangan's death, the news of his death by Yin Jiuxiao was rampant.In this regard, not long ago, after Shangguan Yiming bluntly stated that he and Yin Jiuxiao were incompatible, the Situ family also threatened that they would never let Yin Jiuxiao go.

Many people in Jianghu are laughing and saying that it is unique that Yin Jiuxiao can offend two famous martial arts families at once.

However, it wasn't long before some people stopped laughing.

Some people who claimed to have seen Situ Tianqian's death described the death of Master Situ as extremely tragic, and people couldn't bear to look directly at it. They all criticized Yin Jiuxiao for his cruel methods, which were comparable to several big demons in the past.

As for the fact that Yin Jiuxiao stated in the letter that he was the head of Samsara Valley, Situ Xian did not disclose it to the outside world, which surprised Yin Jiuxiao and was also a little dissatisfied.

Yin Jiuxiao sat by the window of the inn, looking at the street scene downstairs, shaking the wine bag.Two taels of fine wine from Yuefeng Tower were put in it, and Qianye Jiulin given by Xue Yu was also put in.

The name sounds elegant at first glance, but it is actually a colorless, odorless poison that blends with wine.

If you drink a small amount of alcohol, you will have a splitting headache, and if you drink alcohol afterwards, the headache will worsen, and you will die from a split-brain a few days later.And if you take an overdose at one time, you will die from a split brain within two hours.

Xue Yu said that the name of the poison was Yin Baimei's idea, and Situ Xian would probably tell Lin Yun everything that happened in detail in the obituary. Once Lin Yun knew it, Yin Baimei would not be far away.

But Yin Jiuxiao wanted more than that.

Three days had passed since Situ Tiangan's death, and it was time for his burial.

In the past few days, there have been many outsiders in Anxiang City, and most of them came to attend Situ Tiangan's funeral today.

Longbai County is more than a thousand miles away from Anxiang City, and even if it is a fast horse, it will not be able to catch up in three days.

It's a pity that Lin Yun couldn't be killed here.

Yin Jiuxiao saw white papers flying all over the sky, and the funeral procession of Situ's family appeared on the street. Many people from Anxiang City also followed the procession. Some of them had sad faces, perhaps lamenting the loss of a proud man.

Yin Jiuxiao silently nodded to Ji Yuanhan, and when Ji Yuanhan left first, he tied the wine bag around his waist and went downstairs.

Fortunately, when he broke up with Shangguan Yiming last time, although some people paid attention to his appearance after changing his appearance, there was no movement, and after revealing his true appearance, everyone also focused on his original face.The ordinary appearance after the disguise can still allow Yin Jiuxiao to move freely.

With his unremarkable appearance after changing his appearance, he mixed in the crowd, put away the faint smile that had been hanging on his face before, mixed in with the people in the city in twos and threes, and left the city with the Situ family.

An hour later, they came to the ancestral grave of Situ's family.

The place belonging to Situ Tianqian had already been dug. When the servants put the coffin on the ground, countless white linen papers suddenly fell from the sky. There was a sound of exclamation, and several pieces of paper had already fallen into the hands of the people.

When Situ Xian saw the writing on the paper at a glance, his eyes were shattered. When he yelled "no one move", a deep voice suddenly sounded: "Man, I killed. Revenge, I'm not done. What Ling Zi said Zhongqianye Jiulin, who knows a thing or two about Long Bolin Mansion's stepmother."

"I would like to ask Master Situ to help me with a few words, I wonder if it is possible?"

"It's been 23 years, and I still remember Bai Meixue. If you want people to know, you have to do nothing."

"It was written by Yin Jiuxiao, head of Samsara Valley."

When the person who signed the name said it, some martial arts practitioners in the room secretly gasped.

This air-conditioning is not for Yin Jiuxiao's name, but for the word "Reincarnation Valley".

Looking at the chaotic and arguing crowd, Yin Jiuxiao casually dropped the white linen paper in his hand, cleared his uncomfortable voice after changing his voice just now, turned around and left gracefully.

At this time, who would care about him, an ordinary commoner at first glance.

Halfway through the journey, Yin Jiuxiao sensed the familiar aura. He couldn't help but curl his mouth, and looked back at the figure jumping down from the tree trunk. He was in a good mood: "This matter is over. Let's go to Longbai County. We won't take a carriage anymore. , ride over."

Ji Yuanhan replied "Okay" and saw the smile on Yin Jiuxiao's face, but he was a little worried that Yin Jiuxiao's revealing his identity would cause trouble to his master.

In a few days, news spread that Yin Jiuxiao was the head of Samsara Valley who had reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the evidence was only countless white hemp papers that fell above the ancestral grave of Situ's family.

Many people believe that Yin Jiuxiao killed Situ Tiangan with a poison named "Qianye Jiulin", but they don't believe the above-mentioned identity of the signature.

But there are also some who believe.

After receiving the news, most of the Jianghu people who coveted the Valley of Reincarnation did not move. They were like wolves, tigers and leopards, always paying attention to the wind and grass in the martial arts, just waiting for the opportunity to move.

Yin Jiuxiao could more or less guess these things, but what he didn't expect was that not long after, besides saying that he was a murderous devil, the most popular rumors in the world began to spread various portraits of him.

Just like this time, he and Ji Yuanhan were sitting in a tea shop to rest, and heard a traveling merchant talking about the best-selling things recently.

"It is the portrait of Yin Jiuxiao, a famous martial artist."

The traveler took out a scroll and opened it up a little bit to display it.

"Let's take a look, take a look, this is the rubbings of the famous painters of the present generation who saw Yin Jiuxiao in the restaurant next to the city wall of Anxiang, and directly took out their brushes to paint. It can be described as vivid and lifelike."

I saw a young man in a white gown and a white jade hairpin on his head.

When Yin Jiuxiao saw this painting while drinking tea, he almost spit out a mouthful of tea. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he whispered to Ji Yuanhan, "Do I look like this?"

Ji Yuanhan looked intently, then shook his head quickly: "It's not like that at all."

It is true to say that the person in this painting is very handsome, but the appearance of this painting is not manly at all, and the smile on the face is only artificial.Yin Jiuxiao's bright and bright fox eyes were painted as charming and affectionate peach blossom eyes. It is not so much a youth as a woman disguised as a man, which has no resemblance to Yin Jiuxiao's real appearance.

Ji Yuanhan looked at the painting, his brows were slightly frowned, and suddenly there was a light wipe between his brows.

Yin Jiuxiao put away his fingers as if nothing had happened, and drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp: "Why are you frowning, isn't it just a painting."

He originally wanted to pull Ji Yuanhan away from the tea shop, but he heard a man say something flirty and flirtatious: "I used to laugh at this little-known Yin Jiuxiao, how can he be called a 'thousand taels of silver'? I call him 'thousand taels of gold' and I am willing. I will buy it!"

"I want to buy it too!"

People in twos and threes started looting the scrolls in the hands of the peddlers.

"I've seen Yin Jiuxiao himself, how could he be so male and female." Yin Jiuxiao raised his head slightly, with a look of disgust.

Immediately, the people who were going to buy the painting stopped, and a few menacing eyes cast on Yin Jiuxiao.

He stroked the saber on his waist with one hand, slowly poured tea into the cup with the other hand, then picked up the tea bowl with one hand, stood up, and offered a cup of tea to a group of tea drinkers around him: "To be honest, I consider myself a bit of a painter, not long ago I really saw the elegant demeanor of a thousand taels of silver on the city wall, if you don’t dislike it, I can paint a picture now, so that everyone can see what the real Yin Jiuxiao looks like.”

Some Jianghu tea drinkers who didn't think it was a big deal hurriedly shouted: "Boy, don't speak wild words, just paint if you want to paint."

Ji Yuanhan's eyes widened, and he looked at him in surprise.

Yin Jiuxiao blinked his right eye at Ji Yuanhan, then went to the peddler and asked if there was any paper and pen.

How could the traveling merchant's business be disturbed by Yin Jiuxiao would give him a pen and paper, but after hearing Yin Jiuxiao's whispered words, he rolled his eyes, and then generously took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the box.

All eyes in the teahouse were focused on the swordsman in white and blue.

At the beginning of the painting, one or two people sneered, thinking that the swordsman was just talking nonsense, and originally wanted to laugh at him.However, in the middle of the painting, when a young man in shabby clothes and holding a wine cup began to appear on the rice paper, everyone began to hold their breath.

Although there is only one brush, but under the sway of the swordsman, a young man in black with unparalleled appearance, glaring cold eyes, and thin lips with a contemptuous smile appears on the paper.

After two sticks of incense passed, Yin Jiuxiao finished the last stroke, put away the pen gracefully, took down the paperweight, turned to look at Ji Yuanhan who had been sitting beside him, and asked with a smile, "Does it look like it?"

Ji Yuanhan's eyes moved from Yin Jiuxiao's face to the painting, as if seeing Yin Jiuxiao's original face through the mask, and then nodded.Such a serious demeanor coupled with a stern temperament is really convincing.

Yin Jiuxiao put the rice paper on the table, looked at the peddlers who had been huddled beside him: "It is agreed to lend me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone as a thank you."

The traveler took it with both hands in ecstasy, and next to him, a knight-errant approached the traveler, whispering in his ear how much money he would have to give to sell it to him.Of course the traveler doesn't sell it, this is the cornerstone of his big business in the future.

Yin Jiuxiao could naturally see what the traveler was thinking: "If you draw the picture, remember not to miss a single word."

The traveler nodded again and again.

"This young man, don't you know his name?" The traveling merchant shouted behind them.

Yin Jiuxiao pulled Ji Yuanhan out of the tea shop, and waved his back to the people inside: "Just a junior in the rivers and lakes, his name is not worth mentioning."

A few tea lovers saw the charming and affectionate picture scroll before and only thought they bought it back for viewing. They didn't think that the person in the picture would be Yin Jiuxiao, a murderous and unblinking demon, but when the swordsman painted the so-called real After Yin Jiuxiao, they suddenly believed.

This is a character with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, but also a person who feels cold.

The person in the painting is looking straight ahead, as if gazing at the person watching the painting, holding a wine cup in his hand, and slightly pouring it on the ground, his temperament is full of chic and wanton.

It was just a painting, but they couldn't help but start to look squarely at this martial arts rookie who was famous far and wide for his reputation of "a thousand taels of silver".

At this moment, the wandering merchant's eyes moved away from the figure in the painting. Thinking of the words left by the swordsman before he left, he saw the words written in the lower left corner at a glance, and then recited word by word: "23 years have passed, I still remember Bai Meixue. If you want people not to know, you must do nothing yourself."

These two sentences are the words that have been spread along with Yin Jiuxiao's name.

Half a month later, there were beggar children on the streets of some cities and counties eating a bunch of candied haws while singing a doggerel.

People who don't know what it means just feel that the tune of this doggerel is catchy, and they also sing along without knowing it.

People who know what it means, such as the plump woman sitting in the gazebo admiring the flowers in Linfu Bieyuan, Longbai County, holding a painting on the street, silently reading twenty words on the painting, a charming woman with beautiful eyes and peach cheeks Her face seemed to be as graceful as ever, but in reality it was turbulent and dark.

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Thanks to the little angel Jessica for throwing a landmine, the irrigation nutrient solution +1, what a chirp!