Reality and Games of Ancient Swords

Dragging the rattan chair to a position near the door of the compound, Ji Yan lay on it, holding a roll of older bamboo slips in his hand.Carefully flipping through the scrolls that Yu Qi brought out from the library, Ji Yan looked for ways to fix and replenish the soul.

There is a library in Ji's mansion. The library has two floors. It is not high, but there are more books than anyone can imagine, not to mention the real value of these books.

Yu Qi sat cross-legged among the piles of books next to Ji Yan, picked up a scroll, threw it to Ji Yan who was lazily sitting on the wicker chair, and said, "Look at this, it records how Xiangyuan made swords back then."

An old scroll was thrown in his arms. Ji Yan lowered his head, put down the bamboo slips in his hand, picked up the scroll, and opened it to see that there were slightly abstract pictures drawn on it.To be honest, with the painting skills of the ancients, it is still a bit difficult for her brain to understand the meaning.

After all, she wasn't majoring in archeology back then.

There is a person painted on the scroll, which should be a young man. The young man is squatting on the ground and drawing a formation. The decoration of the formation is very strange. In order to highlight the strangeness of the formation, the artist specially used red paint to paint this formation. Array.Red, speaking of which, this red is quite unique, with a bit of dark brown.

Frowning slightly, as if thinking of something, Ji Yan leaned close to the scroll and smelled it, the faint smell of blood made her complexion very bad.Throwing the scroll back to Yu Qi in distaste, Ji Yan said, "Did people at that time like to use human blood to draw pictures?"

Being hit by the scroll, Yu Qi took the scroll off his head, stared at the pictures on the scroll, and said, "Generally, no one has such a hobby." Drawing pictures with human blood is basically the same as that of the sacrificial priest. Related, normal painting will not take human blood.

However, this scroll is really weird, someone actually used human blood to paint it on the scroll in order to depict Xiangyuan's sword-making method back then.

Putting away the scroll, Yu Qi lowered his head and rummaged through the pile of books for useful documents and formation diagrams.

Flipping through, suddenly, Yu Qi raised his head and looked towards the closed door. "Someone's coming," he said.

There is an enchantment covering a hundred miles around Ji's mansion, and ordinary people cannot enter.In order to prevent the people in Qinglong Town from being suspicious of the two of them, a hundred years ago, Yu Qi and Ji Yan had covered Ji Mansion in a layer of enchantment to prevent ordinary people from intruding here at will.

Putting the bamboo slips aside, Ji Yan said to Yu Qi: "Yu Qi, you should go back to the sword casting room first."

Yu Qi frowned and said, "I'll accompany you."

Ji Yan looked directly at the closed door and said, "It doesn't matter, I know who is coming."

Yu Qi was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions. He nodded, and his figure disappeared from the spot.As soon as he left, Ji Yan raised his hand and waved forward, and the closed door slowly opened from the inside, making a 'squeak' sound.

As soon as the door opened, a person walked slowly around the corner.The man was wearing a light yellow gown, and his long hair was simply tied and hung down on his chest.Stepping on the steps in front of the door, he stood in front of the door without walking in.Those bottomless black eyes looked straight at the woman sitting lazily on the rattan chair directly in front of the gate.

Expecting him to come, Ji Yan lowered his eyes and said, "You are here, Shaogong."

He stood in front of the door, with a slight smile on his lips, and said, "Panpan is really easy for me to find." The enchantment laid by Ji Yan and Yu Qi needs a little skill to enter, if he didn't study it thoroughly It is really difficult to enter here by breaking the prohibition and enchantment.

"What are you doing standing at the door? Are you afraid that I will hurt you?" Ouyang Shaogong was standing at the door. He had already arrived, but he hadn't stepped into the door for a long time.

Ouyang Shaogong said with a slight smile: "I'm just thinking about one thing. Danpan, I don't seem surprised by my arrival."

Ji Yan looked at him and said, "I'm confident that I know you very well." There's only one person for thousands of years, how could he not understand you?

"When a guest comes from afar, Ji Yan should greet her well." She got up from the rattan chair and said, "Please come in, Shaogong." As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the inner room.

Ouyang Shaogong walked in slowly, looking at this well-furnished small courtyard, he felt a sense of familiarity.The layout here is unfamiliar to him, but this place makes him very familiar, as if he has lived here for a while before.

Ji Yan went into the inner room and made a pot of tea. She held the tray and two cups in her hand, came under the bamboo vines erected in the courtyard, and said to Ouyang Shaogong, "Shaogong, please sit here." Under the bamboo vines There is a stone table, and there are four stools around the stone table, which are convenient for people to sit on.

Ouyang Shaogong came over, sat on the stone bench, and watched Ji Yan pour him and himself a cup of tea each with a celadon teapot in his hand.

Pushing the teacup in front of Ouyang Shaogong, Ji Yan said, "Please."

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, he said, "Good tea."

His eyes were half downcast, and his face was gentle.

Such a person, who would have thought that he was almost crazy?

Ji Yan looked at him, carefully sizing up his appearance.Thick black eyebrows, a straight bridge of nose, cool but slightly shallow lips, it is really a rare good-looking face.However, it is quite different from Prince Changqin.Perhaps the only similarity between Ouyang Shaogong and Prince Changqin is his elegant temperament, and the rest... there is no half similarity at all.

In this long floating world, walking and stopping, people around her come and go, she has met many people, and she has seen many outstanding people.But none of them can be as memorable as Ouyang Shaogong.

"Heh." Ouyang Shaogong smiled and said, "Is it so good-looking?" Being stared at by Ji Yan, Ouyang Shaogong almost couldn't help touching his face.

Ji Yan said indifferently: "It's pretty, but it's just good-looking." There are many good-looking people in this world.After staying in this world for so long, she has become immune to good-looking men.Fei Lian, Yan Luo, Xie Yi, Xia Yize, Le Wuyi, Qinghe Zhenren, Ziyin Zhenren, Lingyue, etc... There are so many outstanding men in this world that I can't even break them with my fingers.

His eyes darkened slightly, Ouyang Shaogong put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "Young Hero Baili has entered the Tiezhu Temple."

Ji Yan let out a low laugh, and said: "I remember you should be trapped in the Qingyu Altar by Lei Yan, who would have thought that Shao Gong escaped so easily, it really impressed Ji Yan."

Ouyang Shaogong looked at her, the corners of his slightly hooked lips slowly pulled down, and said: "Panpan really knows a lot of things."

Ji Yan smiled and said: "Not much, not much, just happen to know about Shaogong."

Ouyang Shaogong stared at the teacup in front of him, it was a small one, the tea color in the cup was light, imprinting his face.It's cold, without the slightest warmth, and it's not at all like the gentle him who treats people on weekdays.

Ji Yan rested her chin with one hand, and her eyes happened to fall on a wisteria flower that fell from above. "Shaogong came to look for me this time, there must be something wrong."

Ouyang Shaogong looked up at Ji Yan and said, "Can't you come if you have nothing to do?"

Her expression was startled, and after a while, she came back to her senses, put down her hand resting on her chin, and said, "Yes." This is also his home, and she would be happy if he wanted to come back.But Ouyang Shaogong came here not to go home, but for other reasons, she knew it very well.

Ouyang Shaogong smiled lightly, it was really as bright as the sun.

Looking at the sky above his head, Ji Yan stood up and said, "Young Master, do as you please." The yard was full of stacks of books, scrolls, bamboo slips, and books.Now that Ouyang Shaogong is here, it is not a good time to read a book.When she came to the pile of books, she used magic to transport them all back to the library.In an instant, the compound was clean, except for a rattan chair, there was nothing.

Ouyang Shaogong got up when she performed the spell to transport the book away, and slowly came behind her.As soon as Ji Yan turned around, he almost bumped into him.When you are about to bump into it, keep your feet firmly to avoid embarrassing yourself and bumping into it immediately.Staring at the chest that was only [-] mm away from her, Ji Yan suddenly became nervous.

Seeing that she was a little nervous, Ouyang Shaogong had the idea of ​​teasing her, so he asked with a half-smile, "Why are you so nervous?"

Ji Yan quickly raised her head and denied it, saying: "No." This was very unfounded.

"Really?" He took a step closer, which forced Ji Yan to take a step back. "Then why did Dandang hide?"

Ji Yan said: "It's too close."

"Is it close?" He took another step closer. This time, Ji Yan really had nowhere to retreat. There was a rattan chair behind him. When his legs kicked the rattan chair, Ji Yan panicked and fell to the seat on the rattan chair.As soon as she fell, she fell right into Ouyang Shaogong's arms, and he bent over and approached her, shackled her between his arms, and said: "Remember, Judging is my wife, right? Since I'm a wife, why do I need to avoid it?"

Ji Yan turned his head away, not looking at his face, and said, "That's Dongfang Qing."

Ouyang Shaogong said: "Isn't Dongfang Qing the subordinate? Now that he has changed his body, Danpan doesn't intend to admit it anymore? Or, is Danpan planning to abandon the subordinate?"

To tell the truth, hearing these four words from Ouyang Shaogong's mouth, it really made Ji Yan tremble.

Ji Yan twitched the corners of her mouth, she wanted to smile but couldn't. Facing this person in front of her, she suddenly didn't know how to get along with him.The two were so close that she could feel each other's breath.Ouyang Shaogong in this life is a doctor. Although he is a little 'sanctuary', his medical skills are genuine.Because of his years of research on elixir, he has always had a faint medicinal fragrance on his body, which smells very nice.

"Shao Gong, can we have a good talk?" It seems that they are not right now, their postures are too ambiguous, if they let other people see, she probably won't be able to clean up by jumping into the Yellow River.

"Isn't it just talking nicely now?" He squinted his eyes, staring straight at her face.

Ji Yan: "..." They are not talking at all right now! !

At this time, Yu Qi, who should have returned to the sword casting room, happened to come back again. He was suspended in mid-air, and when he floated into the courtyard, he saw the two people in the courtyard at a glance.

Yu Qi's expression was dull: "..."

Sensing Yu Qi's aura, she turned to look at Ji Yan: "..."

Ouyang Shaogong, who also felt Yu Qi's breath, raised his head and looked forward: "..."

Yu Qi stared at the two of them for a long while, then suddenly came up with a phrase, and said, "I just want to go to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, you and him...continue..."

With that said, Yu Qi was about to float away.

Ji Yan really wanted to die now.

So, she closed her eyes, her heart froze, and she said coquettishly, "Sir, I'll get it for you, just wait for me."

As soon as this remark came out, Yu Qi, who was suspended in mid-air, stood back to the ground in shock, while Ouyang Shaogong in front of her was also stunned for a long while.

While Ouyang Shaogong was in a daze, Ji Yan hurriedly pushed him away, jumped off the rattan chair, rushed to Yu Qi, dragged Yu Qi and ran to the kitchen.

That posture was really embarrassing, and he had never lost his composure in his entire life.