shut up, shameless old thief

A long black sword with no scabbard was hanging from A Ya's waist. He walked over without looking sideways, and said, "Come with me to the 'painting'."

Ji Bingzhu was going to grab Bian Ling and ask him where Xue Xue went, but he curled his lips and said, "Now?"

A Ya flicked his fingers again, and a strong wind hit Ji Bingzhu's eyebrows, without turning his head, he said, "immediately, immediately."

Ji Bingzhu touched the brows that were flushed red from the beating, and reluctantly let out an "oh".

Then, Ah Ya walked to the center of the yard, swayed slightly, and disappeared in place in an instant.

At this time, Bian Ling noticed that there was a screen painting full of landscape ink marks in the center of the courtyard. A small black shadow unexpectedly appeared, still moving slightly among the mountains and forests.

A Ya's voice came from the screen, saying: "Get out of here."

Ji Bingzhu curled his lips, grabbed Bian Ling and asked, "You wait for me here first, and I will take you out to see the snow later. Let me tell you, looking down at the snow scene from the top of Luomo Mountain, is it The most beautiful thing in the whole ancient thorn..."

Before he finished speaking, Ah Ya's voice came again: "Ji Bingzhu!"

Ji Bingzhu closed one eye and shrank his shoulders, then stopped chattering, let go of Bian Ling's hand and walked towards the screen.

Then Bian Ling watched helplessly as Ji Bingzhu stepped into the screen painting, and the painting made a circle of ripples, enveloping his whole body like an unknown void.

Afterwards, the painting returned to its original state, and two figures appeared in the landscape full of ink marks, one black and one green, they looked like Ji Bingzhu and A Ya.

Bian Ling was stunned for a while before he realized in shock that this was probably a painting of the city in the middle of the painting.

In the entire Gujing, Huazhongcheng is the most secluded from the world. It is rumored that the owner of Huazhongcheng, Mr. He Que, is hard to find calligraphy and paintings.He Que-jun's paintings can be called the most bizarre scenery in Gujing. It is obviously just a painting, but there is something else in it.

Just like this painting, it has been standing here for more than 700 years without a trace of wear and elegance. It looks like it has just been painted, and even the ink marks are not completely dry.

And the environment in the painting is a separate world, with many lush evergreen trees planted in it, and a wide lake in the center where you can’t see the other side. There are a few rockeries next to it. It looks very quiet and pleasant, really. picturesque.

Just after Ji Bingzhu entered the painting, Aya was sitting next to a rockery and kicking the tip of the sword with his feet. When he saw him coming, Aya narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Ji Bing..."

Ji Bingzhu hugged his head immediately, knowing that A Ya was starting to scold him again, he rushed forward and pressed A Ya's eyebrows with one hand, and said: "You are so noisy, shut up! Don't talk Come on, go back, go back!"

A Ya was poked between the eyebrows by him, and still rolled his eyes regardless of his image, thinking that Ji Bingzhu still had the face to say that others were noisy, he waved Ji Bingzhu's hand away with a palm, and leaned back, making a gesture As if intending to ask questions until dark, he said, "Sit there."

Unwillingly, Ji Bingzhu sat down on the shore, put his feet into the lake water, and started to flop around.

A Ya said: "If I'm not around for a day, you can do something to reshape Yuan Dan for him. Have you ever forgotten how you ended up in this ghostly state?"

Ji Bingzhu covered his ears and refused to listen. He raised his foot and kicked vigorously into the lake. Because he used too much force, the water splashed all over Ah Ya.

Ah Ya is calm and not easy to get angry, but at this time he was still irritated by Ji Bingzhu's non-violent and non-cooperative attitude. He grabbed Ji Bingzhu's hair and forced him to turn his head and look directly into his eyes, with a deep voice Said: "Heaven chooses to cultivate demons, do you know that he promised you that you will not become demons in the future, but in fact he didn't take this sentence into his heart at all."

Ji Bingzhu said unhappily: "A Ling is not what you said..."

A Ya interrupted him: "The promises in this world are just nonsense about upper lip touching lower lip. You really take it seriously. Ji Bingzhu, you still think you didn't die thoroughly enough, do you?"

Ji Bingzhu became even more unhappy, and slapped A Ya's hand holding his hair away, but because A Ya's grip was too tight, he shot too fast, and before A Ya had time to let go, he hit him hard , Ji Bingzhu's head was pulled sideways by him.

Only then did Ah Ya let go of his hand, and a few long hairs jumped out from between his fingers.

Ji Bingzhu had a few hairs pulled out abruptly, and looked at him with his head covered in tears.

The environment in this painting is like a small world, the air is connected to the outside world, and a gust of cold wind blows in, blowing the hair on A Ya's fingertips.

Ji Bingzhu stretched out his hand to poke him, closed his eyes and said, "Stop talking! I have my own discretion in what I do, so go back quickly."

A Ya was a little helpless. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Bingzhu opened his eyes and gave him a fierce look. Like a spirit beast, not only did he not feel scary, but he felt that he was putting on airs.

Ji Bingzhu has always been stubborn. Seeing that he was not moving, Ah Ya had no choice but to shut up. He stepped forward, lowered his head slightly and placed the center of his brows on Ji Bingzhu's outstretched hand. Then a black light suddenly burst out between his brows, and his whole body It suddenly turned into a few crows, and a black mist penetrated directly into Ji Bingzhu's body.

And the sword on Ah Ya's waist just now changed slightly into a feather like a black crow's feather, hanging beside Ji Bingzhu's earlobe.

After Ji Bingzhu took A Ya back, he went out of the painting with a face full of excitement, but as soon as he appeared, he bumped into Bian Ling who was next to the screen painting, and the two foreheads collided, making a noise. A "boom".

Ji Bingzhu was hit so badly that his brain ached, but Bian Ling didn't feel anything, so he pulled Ji Bingzhu up with a frown.

Ji Bingzhu is used to fluttering, he didn't even wipe off the dirt on his body, he covered his forehead and said to Bian Ling: "Clean up quickly, let's go out to see the snow, remember to bring an umbrella."

Bian Ling frowned and looked at the painting. The black shadow of A Ya had disappeared, and he said, "Where is that person?"

Ji Bingzhu looked back along his line of sight, said "Oh" twice, and said: "You said Aya, he went back. His spirit is still too weak, he should take a good rest."

Bian Ling frowned: "Shenhun?"

Ji Bingzhu didn't bother to explain A Ya to Bian Ling, he just wanted to take Bian Ling out to see the snow scene, seeing that Bian Ling seemed to be still puzzled, he plucked the black crow feathers on his earlobe that looked like earrings, and said with a word However, he said: "Aya is the sword spirit of my natal sword. He was seriously injured 700 years ago and his health has not been very good. You don't need to worry about him. He will not come out to get in the way on weekdays."

Bian Ling's pupils shrank, and he cultivated into a sword spirit with a soul? Seriously injured 700 years ago?Isn't this the deed of Wuzuijun in the mainland rumors?

It is rumored that Wuzuijun's natal sword cultivated into a sword spirit, fought against a monk 700 years ago, and was seriously injured and could not retreat.Because this person was moody and wanted to kill, even after 700 years, his murderous deeds are still spread in the ancient thorns, and it looks like it will be infamous for thousands of years.

Among the ancient thorns, there are many sword cultivators, but those who can truly blend with the sword spirit body and become sword spirits are very few.

According to Bian Ling's memory, there are probably only the Wuzui Lord who can cover the sky with a leaf, the Heque Lord in the painting city, and the Lord of the Luyi City, who has been enshrined by the Bian family for generations. These three people have cultivated sword spirits .

Thinking about it this way, Bian Ling felt that the conjecture that Ji Bingzhu was Wuzuijun became more obvious.

The sword spirit is a dead thing, and rarely comes out. At this time, when he finally came out, he first scolded Ji Bingzhu and grabbed several hairs of Ji Bingzhu by the way. Ji Bingzhu didn't want to talk about him. Minus, said: "Hey, shall we still go to see the snow?"

His eyes were full of anticipation, and the corners of Bian Ling's lips twitched slightly, but he still didn't brush off his kindness, and nodded reservedly.

As Ji Bingzhu said, when looking down at the snow scene from the top of Luomo Mountain, it is indeed breathtakingly beautiful. The sky and the earth seem to be a vast expanse of whiteness, and even the small towns that can be seen on weekdays have disappeared. No, the cold wind blows, as if standing on the top of a cloud.

Standing on a boulder on the top of the mountain, Bian Ling took a deep breath. The cold air was sucked into his body, and he shivered unconsciously, but his mood became more open.

The exhaustion of being unable to do what one wanted a few days ago, and the despair of a bleak future now look like things that happened in the previous life. Although Bian Ling held grudges, he was even more grateful. He looked at the vast world and said softly: "Senior Bian Ling will remember the grace of rebirth for the rest of his life, if Senior needs anything in the future, Bian Ling will..."

He hasn't said a word of thanks. Ji Bingzhu, who was watching the snow scene with him just now, has run away at some point. Bian Ling heard a cheerful laughter behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Ji Bingzhu chasing A little white dumpling, running happily in the snow.

Ji Bingzhu laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed, and he yelled loudly: "Little raccoon, little raccoon! Don't run away, let me touch it again, just one touch, hahahaha."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling didn't finish his sentence, and almost choked himself to death, so he had no choice but to keep a cold face and say nothing.

The nine-tailed fox probably wanted to sneak up on Ji Bingzhu by using the disguise of the snow, and caught him off guard, but before he got close, Ji Bingzhu jumped at him with his bare feet, as if he had eyes in the back. Come here, chase him around, touch him twice.

In the end, the spirit beast Nine-Tailed Fox, which could almost dominate a city in the outside world, was hugged by the surname Ji, and was touched a lot without dignity.

Nine-tailed fox said angrily: "I will kill you sooner or later!"

Ji Bingzhu: "Hahahahaha, the little raccoon is so soft, sleep with me tonight, ah ah ah Ling, come and pet it!"

Nine-Tailed Fox: "..."

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