Cannon fodder beauty is reborn

Su Xiao, whose cultivation base has been crippled, will naturally not be in good spirits.

His face was sallow, his lips were pale, but within two days he had become as thin as a stick, and his whole body was out of shape. He was a completely different person from the delicate young master before.

Su Xiao was wearing coarse sackcloth, sitting on the stone pier under the plane tree and waiting.

Xie Lanshang greeted her and sat down: "What do you need from me?"

Su Xiao, who was domineering and domineering in the cafeteria before, may have been beaten by his master, but now he has become calm: "I have suffered a crushing defeat, can you let me understand?"

These words sounded like Gong Dou's heart was ashes after a tragic defeat.

Xie Lanshang: "What?"

Su Xiao: "There is no one here, why don't you be honest and tell me the truth."

Xie Lanshang knew what Su Xiao was asking: "I said it before, I don't know."

Su Xiao sneered, thinking that Xie Lanshang was still pretending: "Then let me tell you, you are a monster, you are a lotus flower spirit!"

"Whatever." Xie Lanshang said, suddenly recalling Qin Mu's usual quotations in the original book when he faced the huge harem in the later period, and he learned and sold, "I can't help you if you think so."

Su Xiao punched the cotton, blocking it enough.

"You are high up now, you just escaped this catastrophe, and you think you can rest easy, so you hang up high without any haste." Su Xiao sneered, and said, "It's a fox, and it will show its tail sooner or later, Xie Lanshang, you know Is there a reason why prosperity must decline?"

"They all regard you as a god, and bow down to you. One day, your monstrous identity is exposed. Do you think they will continue to support you, or do they feel that they have been deceived and ruthless?" Su Xiaoyou stood up, looking like she was waiting. The expression of watching the play, "The higher you stand, the harder you fall. I want to see who is the one who will be doomed in the future!"

Xie Lanshang glanced at the back of Su Xiao who left proudly, and said, "From what you mean, it seems that we are going to regroup and start all over again?"

Su Xiao stamped his feet and subconsciously turned around.

I saw the second young master sitting high under the tree, the golden sycamore leaves falling one after another, covering his whole body with a layer of blurred and broken golden light, as beautiful as a picture.

Xie Lanshang hooked her lips and smiled: "Then should I cut the weeds and root them out in advance?"

His tone is very light, and his smile is also very light, but in Su Xiao's eyes, he is inexplicably terrifying, as if he is in the jungle and is being watched by a pack of wolves. As long as there is a chance, maybe the next second, a piece of his throat will be torn off Flesh, dripping with blood.

"You, do you dare?" Su Xiao tried to make himself a little more domineering, but the words he said uncontrollably exposed his timid heart.

Xie Lanshang laughed, and supported her with one hand: "It's just a joke, Mr. Su is a dignified disciple of the Taiwei Immortal Sect, how dare I offend you."

Su Xiao was not laughed at, but felt shuddering.

joke?

Is it a joke to cut the weeds, or is this "just kidding" a joke?

Xie Lanshang left, and Su Xiao stayed where he was for a long time.

It wasn't until his fellow disciples urged him that he reacted slowly, but he didn't want to go to the lonely and desolate Siguo Peak immediately. He looked towards the Taiwei Hall, and he couldn't bear to look back after a long, long time.

The disciples sighed in their hearts, thinking that he was thinking of the master in his heart, and felt that what he had done was really sorry for Lu Wei's cultivation, and felt heartbroken and guilty.

Unexpectedly, when Su Xiao opened his mouth, what he asked was: "Where is Qin Mu, hasn't he come?"

"No."

"Have you looked for it yet?"

"I've looked for it, but Junior Brother Qin is not in the room."

"Then go and look for the places he often goes to. It will take me three years to go to Siguo Peak. He..."

"We looked everywhere and couldn't find it."

"……Is it."

"Let's go, Senior Brother Su, don't waste time."

"..." Su Xiao withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Is Qin Mu really busy with other things, or... is he deliberately avoiding himself?

Thunder and lightning, torrential rain.

When Xie Lanshang returned to the yard, her temples were moist, her body was half dry and half wet, but the hem of her clothes below the waist was completely soaked, and the light and thin fabric unique to Taiwei Xianzong was tightly adhered to her body, and the lining was exquisite and exquisite. His figure is so clear and eye-catching, it's really a bit offensive.

Ye Yu was taken aback, and after asking, she found out that Xie Lanshang accidentally fell into the lotus pond when she came back to avoid the spiritual pet on the mountain, so she was a little embarrassed.

Ye Yu saw that Xie Lanshang's upper body was clean, but her lower body was in a mess, and her snow-white boots were covered with mud, and inexplicably thought of the phrase "out of mud but not stained".

After entering the Nuan Pavilion to clean up and change clothes, Ye Yu had already lit a charcoal fire outside, and the whole room was warm, dispelling the moisture of the rainy night.

After Xie Lanshang walked to the short table, the picture scroll was still placed there, even the position of the handkerchief had not changed, he glanced suspiciously at Ye Yu: "Junliu, have you peeked at it?"

Ye Yu said honestly, "Look."

Xie Lanshang smiled unexpectedly: "I knew it."

"It was blown by the wind, and I saw it by accident." Ye Yu knew, just saw it, don't have so many reasons.But don't blame him for this matter, if you want to blame it, blame God, there is nothing wrong with it!

Ye Yu put the charcoal fire into the hand stove, and passed it to Xie Lanshang after the hand stove heated up: "Brother, does this painting have any meaning, or is it particular?"

Xie Lanshang was holding a hand stove in one hand to keep warm, and in the other hand was dipped in rouge paint on the tip of the red lotus petals. She smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing special, just... I saw it in my dream and thought it looked good."

Ye Yu was taken aback: "In a dream?"

Xie Lanshang adorned the stamens, leaned back slightly to look at the whole, and said with a little regret: "Unfortunately, there is only one glance, I can only copy the general idea, the details are..."

Hearing this, Ye Yu couldn't help picking up a brush, dipped it in ink, and filled and modified the whole scroll, filling in a few strokes of water plants in the blank places, and adding a small ink strip in the water under the lotus leaves.

Xie Lanshang was taken aback: "Tadpole?"

Ye Yu smiled mysteriously and said, "The deeper the water, the smaller what you can see on the water surface."

Xie Lanshang looked puzzled, and after a while he suddenly realized with a smile: "Snake?"

Ye Yu smiled without saying a word.

Xie Lanshang was not happy: "Put a snake in the lotus pond, it will spoil the scenery."

Ye Yu was also not happy: "The long one must be a snake, it can't be..."

Xie Lanshang: "Huh?"

Ye Yu laughed in a teasing tone: "Heaven."

Xie Lanshang didn't realize it for a while, but saw Ye Yu's skillful operation, which made the originally monotonous picture scroll vivid and rich.

Looking at it, Xie Lanshang was taken aback for a moment, his face changed in shock.

Feeling that Xie Lanshang's mood was not right, Ye Yu turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Xie Lanshang was dumbfounded, her face pale, as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight: "Junliu, tell me, have you seen this painting?"

Ye Yu stunned.

Only then did he realize that he was actually tinkering with this painting, swaying it freely, like a fish in water.

It felt as if—as if he was the original, and he was giving pointers to those who copied it!

"I, no." Ye Yu clenched the pen tightly in a daze, "I've never seen it before, but... a little familiar."

Ye Yu put down the brush, exhaled, and said with a smile, "It's as if I've painted in my previous life."

He was originally a joke with a lively atmosphere, but it made Xie Lanshang's spirit tremble, and his face turned paler.

last life?

The Pavilion Master of Shenji Pavilion once reminded him inside and outside, about past and present lives.

He firmly believed that the fate between himself and Ye Yu was more than that, maybe in the previous life, in the previous life, there was a past in the past.

His so-called dream may not necessarily be a fragment of his past.

only……

Xie Lanshang recalled the "plot" in the dream, even if he cut the beginning and the end and only looked at the middle, he felt that the past would probably not end well.

This is an obvious thing. The two of them in the dream are not mortals, but monks. The end must be dead, so there is reincarnation and reincarnation in the next life.

Could it be that one party died and the other party died for love?

Xie Lanshang recalled the past known so far.

He let Ye Yu go, but Ye Yu didn't want to go, and if he didn't go, the end would be to be wiped out.

Ye Yu is really obedient when he is obedient, but he is also stubborn when he is stubborn, and no one can shake him.If he is stubborn and would rather enjoy a moment of happiness without regrets...

The more Xie Lanshang thought about it, the angrier she became, and she really wanted to vent her anger on Ye Yu in this life and give him a slap.

The disobedient brat deserves a beating!

Seeing that Xie Lanshang's expression changed in just a quarter of an hour, Ye Yu suppressed his laughter, and finished drawing the red lotus, and handed the pen to Xie Lanshang: "Let's write the inscription!"

Xie Lanshang took it over, wrote down her name in a smooth manner, and then handed the pen to Ye Yu: "We drew it together, and you have to write your name too."

Ye Yu took it decisively, and under the three words "Xie Qinghe", wrote "Ye Junliu" stroke by stroke.

Xie Lanshang was very satisfied: "Let me see if I hang it there."

Ye Yu immediately followed suit.

It's really pleasing to the eye. Although both of them are unknown, after painting this painting, I still feel complacent that it is better than any Confucian masters in the past and present!

Early the next morning, after morning class, Yun Jin came to chat with Xie Lanshang, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the picture of a red lotus hanging in the most eye-catching position, and he said "fuck" on the spot Dian'er leaned over to look up, down, left, and right, with as exaggerated an expression as possible: "This is, which one of you made it?"

Xie Lanshang, who had long been used to Yun Jin's character, didn't take it seriously, and didn't bother to mess around with him, but Yun Jin was quite serious, her eyes glanced at the inscription in the corner, she was stunned for a moment, her eyes almost went out: " Did you draw with Junliu?"

Yun Jin is a man, although he attracts bees and butterflies from time to time, but he knows everything about poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. set up?

Seeing Yun Jin's expression, Xie Lanshang knew that the elder brother was not kidding, so she also got serious: "What's wrong?"

"You still ask me what's wrong?" Yun Jin said dumbfounded, "This style of writing, this layout, this state, your grandma's leg! Put it outside, it's worth at least this amount, no, no, it's this... "

Yun Jin held up ten fingers, and shook his head when he was done: "No, no, this is a blasphemy to this painting! It should be a priceless treasure, priceless!"

More and more exaggerated.

Xie Lanshang only said that she was a good friend to save face, but Yun Jin really felt it. After leaving, she shared it with Jian Qiu as soon as she left, and then praised Lanshang and Ye Yu's amazingness when they met, saying It's a pity that they have entered the world of self-cultivation. If they concentrate on studying calligraphy and painting, they will surely become masters of a generation.

"It's beautiful." Jian Qiu couldn't wait for a moment when she was encouraged by Yun Jin, so she came here to feast her eyes that day.

He doesn't have Yun Jin's vision, he just thinks it looks good, it's amazing, it's over.

"That's why you painted red lotus?" Jian Qiu looked at Xie Lanshang, "White lotus is suitable for you!"

Xie Lanshang laughed: "It's not me, it's just a landscape."

Jian Qiu was slightly stunned, realizing that she had made a slip of the tongue: "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that you are a lotus flower..."

"What are you anxious about? I don't mean anything else." Xie Lanshang was confused by him, looked back at the painting, and said thoughtfully, "Even if I am really a lotus flower, it doesn't matter."

Jian Qiu solemnly swore once again: "You are a lizard and centipede, and I love you too."

Xie Lanshang: "...No need."

Thanks to Yunjin, Xie Lanshang's yard has become a scenic spot, and monks come to admire the so-called priceless treasure whenever they have time.

"Is that good?" Qin Mu's sword practice was slightly off, and an old locust tree was chopped off in half.

"I'm a rough person. Although I can't understand the so-called artistic conception, the painting is really good. It is vivid on the paper."

"Isn't it? If you didn't say it, I would have thought it was a real red lotus."

"The lotus flower is lifelike and graceful. It is not a traditional lotus flower. It is a vivid one, as if it has come to life. Oh, I can't describe it. It may be because of the painting method. The closer to the tip of the petal, the more elegant it becomes. It feels like fire."

This person described it in such a way that the monks listening around were enlightened.

"Yes, yes, it seems that the whole red lotus is about to burn."

"I heard that the Second Young Master and Ye Junliu collaborated on the painting. Far from being abrupt, their styles are natural and complement each other. I'm really feasting my eyes. Junior Brother Qin should go see it when he has time."

Qin Mu tightened his grip on the sword, and asked in amazement, "Did the two of them draw it?"

"Yes."

Qin Mu felt a little panicked.

It may be an exaggeration to say that it is blocked, but it is not smooth anyway.

Not only did his plan come to nothing, but it developed in the opposite direction of what he expected.

Xie Lanshang didn't betray her relatives, but gained even more frantic support from everyone.

If Xie Lanshang hadn't fallen from the clouds to the quagmire, he, Qin Mu, would have had no chance to show off.

Speaking of it, I blame Su Xiao, that trash!

The so-called demon-subduing pagoda, the treasure of the Su family's town faction, is even more of a piece of junk that doesn't live up to its name.

What an ancient treasure, it's ridiculous!

While thinking viciously, Qin Mu unknowingly walked out of the courtyard where Xuanhumen was staying.

He froze for a moment, and his first reaction was to leave.

But after taking a step, he circled back, instinctively suppressed his breath, and avoided his eyes and ears to enter the courtyard.

He wanted to see what the red lotus that had been blown up to be miraculously looked like.

As night fell, Taiwei Immortal Sect had lit lamps everywhere, but the courtyard where Xuanhumen lived was slightly dimmed, and the lights were turned off in four of the five wing rooms, only the main room where Xie Lanshang lived could emit bursts of candlelight.

Qin Mu didn't want to make a big splash and startle people. Based on his relationship with Xie Lanshang, he was afraid that he would receive bad treatment as soon as he entered the courtyard, and he would never have the chance to see the paintings.

So he approached silently, and lifted himself up to the roof, standing on the roof just so that he could see the movement in Xie Lanshang's room through the window.

He didn't see the red lotus picture.

He saw another landscape.

A picture that is enough to make his blood spurt, and he can't wait to bleed from his seven orifices!

The young man pushed the man against the bookcase, and said something, which made the man burst out laughing, and when the laughter was enough, the man didn't know what to say back, which made the young man blushed, and hugged the man in revenge. The waist of the man, and kissed it up.

The man didn't resist, and let the young man wantonly ask for it, and even stretched out his arms to gently wrap around the young man's neck.

The moonlight casts an ambiguous color on the lingering two people.