Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!

The body is nothing more than ordinary coarse cloth, but it shows a special temperament.

There was a piece of drawing paper on the drawing table. The man held a pen in his hand and sketched carefully, occasionally looking at the boy sitting in front of him.The young man wore heavy makeup, his slender eyebrows were outlined with eyebrow pencil, and the eyes under the eyebrows were long and narrow, exuding a charming aura amidst the wind and dust.

When the man looked at him, the young man looked straight at him, his misty eyes could make people indulge in it at any time.The man didn't notice it, and continued to paint seriously.

After a stick of incense, the man put down his pen and said, "My lord, your drawing is finished."

The young man walked slowly to the painting table, a scent wafted through him, and he lowered his body slightly, with his loose robe hanging on the young man's shoulders.The boy took the painting, but suddenly froze.

The people in the painting are like him, but not like him.There was an indifferent temperament on that body, completely different from him now, but somewhat familiar.

"You like to be quiet, so why walk in the chaotic world?" the man said.

The young man walked around the painting table, and suddenly approached the man. He leaned on the man's arms softly and bonelessly, as if being hugged by him: "Young master seems to be different from that bunch of stinky men. You actually came up with such a way to provoke me?" I pay attention."

The man covered his lips and smiled lightly. He put his right hand on the man's hand and stroked it lightly. The bright red nails looked particularly glaring.

The man looked at him blankly.

The young man's smile gradually stiffened, and his face became paler. The young man stood up suddenly, took two steps back, and ran away from the man as if fleeing. He couldn't stand on his feet, and fell to the ground in panic.

Jie Bei was supposed to be an ordinary person, the young man was trying to test it out, and it seemed ambiguous just now, but it was actually a fight, it's just that the young man's thousand years of cultivation could not match the man in front of him.

The boy lay on the ground for a while, then got up, patted the dust off his body, turned around and was about to leave.

"My lord, your painting." The young man paused, and went to pick up the painting on the ground, but just as he picked it up, his hand shook again, and the painting fell to the ground again, completely spread out.

The boy in the painting disappeared, and turned into a snow-white fox.The boy wanted to leave, but his feet seemed to be stuck on the ground, and he couldn't move.

"What the hell are you!" The whole street suddenly became silent, and there seemed to be only the person in front of him around. The young man was panicked, and his originally beautiful face became a little hideous.

There was a smile on the man's face, and the white clothes on his body became ethereal: "I am naturally a human being, and for the sake of taking care of my business every day, I will help you."

The boy's face changed a few times: "Painter...you are an illusionist! I don't need help, let me out!"

"You are not human, so why do you need to be popular? You want to cultivate immortality, so why absorb people's energy and increase your sins?" The man leisurely approached, "I painted you, not just the current you, the future is all about you. It is a secret, so what it contains is the past and the present.”

"The fox family is originally a psychic family. I am a white fox who cultivated to become a demon. The mountains are cold and lonely. I can't bear the life in the mountains, so I came to the world. I suck people's energy, but I don't kill people, so why do you need your help?" The boy sneered.

In a blink of an eye, the two got very close. The man stared closely at the young man's eyes, but the young man kept his eyes down, as if he was dodging.

The man suddenly stretched out his hand, and drew a strand of red thread from the boy's neck. The boy's face changed suddenly, and the man dodged it with a surge of true energy in his hand.

"This is my fantasy, you can't hurt me." The man said.

But the young man seemed to be insane, his move was fatal, the man was unstoppable in the back, the move fell on him, and it instantly became necessary.

Suddenly there was a cry, and the man threw the red rope to the young man, who took it and held it tightly.

The surrounding scenery disappeared, and turned into the street scene again. The boy stood in front of the painting table, the man sat behind the painting table, and the street was full of people coming and going.

"In short, you made it easy for me to find it!" The young man in white waved his fan, and hugged the boy into his arms, fanning her fanningly.

Bai Zizi nestled in the man's arms, suddenly turned to look at the man, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Qing'er." A person stood in front of the painting table, wearing a huge cloak that almost covered his entire face, only the loose white hair showed his age.

The two people beside the painting table, one is sitting and the other is standing, no one can guess that these two people are actually the Xuanzun and Dharma protector of the demon world back then.

In a hundred years, many changes have taken place in both the fairy and demon realms.

The immortal has married someone, and the person with the evil spirit of the earth disappeared without a trace.

The elder Emperor Humai has been in retreat for a hundred years, he was seriously injured, and he is still in retreat now. The temporary elder Humai is a child with a height of two feet, but it is rumored that the young boy is also a full 200 years old.

The Demon Eliminator captured a ghost cultivator, and it is said that he was tortured every day, and there were endless screams in the Diyuan Mansion.

These changes in the fairy world are normal, but the changes in the magic cultivator have turned the world upside down.

The Ghost Venerable and the Evil Venerable intend to murder the Holy Venerable, and open the gate of the underworld privately. Many ghost cultivators flood into the human world, and the Holy Venerable has already dealt with the two villains with his own hands.

During the fierce battle, Xuanzun unfortunately died, and was buried in Qianyun Mountain in the demon world by Shengzun.

Today, there is only one venerable saint in the demon world, who commands the 48 cities in the four realms of demon cultivation.

"The Holy One is saving face for you." Ziyou found a stool and sat down by herself, with the cloak covering her face, so she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Everyone knows my fate. Even if I had to go back that day because of poverty, no one would believe that I was still alive. Is the Holy One kind, or is it a trap?" Zi Qing smiled softly, opened Zi Qing For the dim sum that You sent, I twisted a piece of crystal clear pastry and put it in my mouth.

The pastries melted in your mouth and were delicious.

"Why do you think of him so badly?" Zi You said.

"I don't care about him." Ziqing suddenly moved closer to Ziyou, and said softly, "Today, the white one came again."

"Bai Zhizhi? That fox demon? Could it be that he's taken a fancy to you, so he looks for your portrait every day?" Zi You asked, "It's not a rumor that almost half of the young masters who can pass the hundred famous cities are that fox." The demon's guest? Qing'er, it's not surprising that your appearance has attracted his attention."

"No, he seems to be looking for something, but what he is looking for is related to me, but not me." Zi Qing said, suddenly looking at Zi You, "Master, how did you get the injury on your face?"

Ziyou's body seemed to be a little stiff, and it took a long time before she said, "It happened many years ago."

"Master, where is the red string around your neck?"

Ziyou touched her neck subconsciously.

"It's already gone."

Ziqing put away the brushes and ink on the table, put them in the wooden box, and carefully folded the drawing paper.

Suddenly someone came to the painting table: "I want a portrait."

Ziqing didn't even raise her head: "I only draw one painting a day, if you want, come tomorrow."

Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!Chapter [-] I don't know what to say

The man stood straight in front of Ziqing, like a statue, motionless.

Zi Qing packed up her things, kicked Zi You who was stunned by her side, then walked around the man and walked to the place where she lived.

Ziyou is a demon cultivator, so they live in the north of the Hundred Famous City, among low-rise houses. On the left is the old man who makes clay figurines, and on the right is the little brother who sells kites.

"Brother Qing, closing the stall so early today?" A ten-year-old child walked out of the room on the right, and shouted happily when he saw Ziqing.

Having been neighbors for decades, everyone is used to Ziqing and Ziyou, and they would occasionally say hello.In the past, Ziqing would answer him a few words, but today she seemed not to hear him, and walked directly to the house.

"Ah Qing, there is a threshold!" Ziyou shouted, but it was too late, Ziqing fell directly to the ground, kicking up dust all over the place.

Ziqing got up expressionlessly, wiped off the dust on her body, put the painting utensils on the shelf, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

Ziyou took off the cloak on her head, revealing a hideous face full of scars.

Zi Qing turned her head and took a look at Zi You: "Master, take a closer look now, the scars on your face are not like knife wounds, but rather sharp claws."

Ziyou showed a helpless smile: "You just stared at the wound on my face today?"

"Pure curiosity." Ziqing said innocently.

"He was so clever in the past, but today he tripped over the threshold, and he is very curious as a teacher!" Zi You said with a smile.

Ziqing drank tea with downcast eyes and ignored Ziyou. Ziyou opened the door and sat down in the corridor. The breeze ruffled her white hair, as if she had thought of something, her eyes gradually became distant.

Ziqing, who stayed in the room, walked directly to the cabinet, opened it, and there was a book inside, which recorded some strange things.

There are four worlds in the world: the human world, the ghost world, and the fairy world, and the other world is the demon world.The demon world and the human world are not connected, and there are monsters who occasionally stray into it, so there are many stories.

When she was young, Master loved to take that book and tell some stories to herself. Ziqing had listened to many of the stories in it more than ten times. There was only one story that Master never told.

In the demon world, there is the country of Qingqiu, where the fox clan lives. The demon king is a white fox with nine tails, and he is born as a fairy.Bai Zhi, the youngest son of the demon king, has only one tail, and cannot be favored by the demon king, so he lives alone in the south of the demon world.Because there is no one to educate her, she spends her days among the flowers, so her temperament becomes more weird, and the demon king doesn't like her even more.However, no one knows that Bai Zhi's act of self-destruction and self-abandonment actually wants to be favored by the Fox King.One day, a Shangxian passed by and saw a white fox playing with its tail. He fell in love with it and made a wish. Finally, the white fox gave birth to nine tails and returned to the country of Qingqiu. As expected, he was favored by the fox king.

Ziqing turned to that page, and a red string was caught in it.

Ziqing recalled someone telling him in the past that his master, Ziyou, was supposed to sit in the position of the sage, but when he came back one day, his cultivation suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly became old, but no one knew what happened.