shut up, shameless old thief

In the end, Ji Bingzhu was still unable to take the nine-tailed fox and raccoon home to warm the bed. According to Ji Bingzhu, the reason was that Aya, as a high-level spiritual body and feathered primate bird, had a noble status and had no way to get along with the soft-haired bird. The lower beasts coexist peacefully.

Bian Ling thought deeply for a while after listening, and understood.

To put it simply, it is that the crow is allergic to animal fur. Once it gets close to a furry creature, it will lose its feathers uncontrollably and can't stop.

Before Bian Ling lost his spiritual power, he couldn't see anything in the yard full of spiritual energy. Now that Yuan Dan has been restored, the courtyard is more lively.

Originally, he thought that the layout of half of the courtyard was a bamboo forest and half a phoenix tree was too weird, but now when he saw the painting in the middle of the courtyard, the overall look was much more pleasing to the eye.

There was a huge wooden sign dangling above the door of the yard, with a picture of a little fox drawn in a few strokes, and then a cross was marked with red cinnabar. It looked bloody and terrifying. .

Bian Ling stood in front of the wooden sign and looked at it for a long time, thinking that the person who drew the cross had too much resentment, right?

Ji Bingzhu was still regretting that he couldn't go back to sleep with the little fox in his arms. Seeing Bian Ling staring at the wooden sign in a daze, he ran forward excitedly, pointed at the little fox half covered with cinnabar, and said with great interest: " Well, well, well! This little raccoon was drawn by me, it is very vivid, as if the little raccoon is about to come out of the painting, the painting skill is much better than the painting of the sparrow in Midtown."

He triumphantly showed off the little fox on the wooden sign, although Bian Ling had gotten used to his routine, he still couldn't hold back his face, he thought to himself: Mr. He Que, who painted Midtown, is famous for his painting skills Well, you can buy even a city for just one painting, how can your three-legged cat's painting skills compare with him?

But he couldn't bear to say too heavy a word to Ji Bingzhu, so he had to answer vaguely, and said, "Mmm...not bad."

Ji Bingzhu was very happy. When he was happy, the smile on his face would be very beautiful, and he said carelessly: "You also think that the little raccoon is going to jump off this painting, right? I just said that I have good drawing skills, and Aya is still doing it." If you don’t believe me, next time you see him, you have to talk to him carefully.”

Bian Ling nodded against his will, and thought: If your painting is really lifelike, you will probably be sealed in the painting by this blood-red fork, right?

He touched the bright red cinnabar and said, "This is Ah Ya..."

Speaking of this, Ji Bingzhu was suddenly unhappy again. He was really out of temper. He was still happy just now, but in the next second, dark clouds would cover him, as if half of his body was shrouded in a shadow. He turned his head to look at Holding the red fork, he gave a weak laugh twice, and said, "Aya...hehehehe...Aya, he forbade me to take the little raccoon home to raise, and said that if I raised the little raccoon, I would have to get out by myself. , he never raises trash snacks, hehehe, he said that I am a trash...have you ever seen such a powerful trash like me?"

Bian Ling: "..."

——Which of you two is the sword spirit and who is the master?

But if you think about Ji Bingzhu's disposition again, probably no one can serve him as a master. Even if his spiritual power is so low, he will never have any respect in front of him, let alone He is a man as powerful as Aya.

Thinking of this, Bian Ling was relieved.

There are five rooms in the entire courtyard, one bedroom and one study room. Bian Ling doesn't know what the purpose of the other rooms is. It's getting dark now, Bian Ling remembered that every night Ji Bingzhu leaned against the tree to make do with sleeping Suddenly, he felt a little unbearable, and after thinking about it, he still talked about this issue with Ji Bingzhu.

Ji Bingzhu blinked his eyes, and said generously: "I'm fine, anyway, there is no difference between sleeping and not sleeping, you just take care of yourself, leave me alone."

Bian Ling pursed his lips, and Ji Bingzhu said again: "A Ling, you are so kind, I have lived for so long, and no one has ever cared whether I would feel uncomfortable sleeping outside."

He spoke with great sincerity, Bian Ling raised his head, and stared straight at him, his eyes were as clear as a pool, his eyes were full of seriousness, and he was stunned for a moment.

Bian Ling has never seen this kind of sincerity without any hypocrisy on the face of an adult. Such a look often appears on the face of an ignorant child, but Ji Bingzhu made this look, But it's not inconsistent at all.

Ji Bingzhu looked at Bian Ling's dazed look, and leaned up strangely, almost sticking to his face, spraying some slightly cool breath on Bian Ling's face, looking at Bian Ling who was a little dazed while staring at Ji Bingzhu's face Woke up.

He shivered suddenly, frowned and stretched out a hand to poke Ji Bingzhu's forehead and pushed him away from him, saying: "If you have something to say, don't get so close—sleeping outside is not a solution, you Are there any other vacant rooms in the yard? I'll take one out and live in it."

Before Ji Bingzhu leaned forward, Bian Ling poked his eyebrows and pushed him back. He raised his head, flapped his hands twice in mid-air, and said, "You have something to say." , Let go of me first, huh?"

Bian Ling rubbed the space between his brows, and took his hand back when he saw his stupid look.

Only then did Ji Bingzhu lower his neck, and said: "There are no other houses, only mine can live in."

Bian Ling frowned and said, "Those next to you..."

Ji Bingzhu said "oh oh oh" twice, and explained: "Well, I told you before, it's all a study room, and there are so many books in it."

As he spoke, he grabbed Bian Ling's sleeve and ran into the next house, and excitedly pushed open the door. The house hadn't been tidied up for some time, and as soon as he opened it, a puff of dust fell down, and the two of them suddenly became ashamed. .

Ji Bingzhu laughed heartlessly: "Hahahahaha I haven't cleaned it for a long time, let's find a time to dry these books after the snow stops."

Bian Ling wiped the dust off his face with his sleeve, gave a vague "hmm", and after putting down his sleeve, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

Although this room is small, it is difficult for two people to walk side by side, but on the three walls except for the windows and doors, there are rows of neat paintings hanging on them, above which are neat wooden bookshelves.

Ji Bingzhu had a few dirty spots on his face, and he didn't bother to wipe them casually, so he pulled Bian Ling's sleeve and bumped towards the painting. If he followed his momentum, he would probably be able to hit the wall with his head. Sitting on the ground and flying up.

Bian Ling was startled and before he had time to remind, Ji Bingzhu flicked his wide sleeves forward at will, and there was a burst of ripples on the painting, and then the two of them crashed into the painting and disappeared into the room in an instant.

Bian Ling only felt that there was a slight wave of water in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses again, he was already in a space full of bookshelves.

Looking at the endless rows of bookshelves, Bian Ling finally showed a little astonishment on his face, looking extremely shocked.

The paintings on these three walls are all in the middle of the painting.

Mr. He Que in the painting in the city is a demon cultivator with a weird temper and always likes to tinker with strange things. This painting in the middle of the world was researched by himself. After that, he was expelled by the righteous people in Luyi City. The magic cultivator who was expelled from the city could not survive, but I don't know what kind of perseverance this powerful man has, but he used the painting-in-picture environment he researched to paint for a hundred years in the endless desert on the border of Xiazhu City. Shengsheng built an extremely prosperous city - the city in the painting.

According to the rumors, after he built the painting city 600 years ago, he stayed behind closed doors, and he ignored anyone who asked him to paint the painting city. Sad for a long time.

The picture-in-picture city that Mr. He Que worked on is hard to find. Even the most capable master in Luyi City has only one side of the picture-in-picture scene that is only half the height of a person.Bian Ling originally thought that the not-so-large picture-in-picture outside had already been collected by such a powerful person as Ji Bingzhu, but he never thought that all the pictures in his room were hung.

If this is the case, are the other three rooms also...

Thinking of this, Bian Ling looked at Ji Bingzhu with suspicion.

Mr. He Que is very capable, and no one has ever let him suffer. Although Ji Bingzhu is stupid, he has a good personality. He definitely can't do things like snatching such rare treasures. The only thing that can be explained is that These scenes in the paintings were all painted by Mr. He Que himself and given to Ji Bingzhu.

Mr. He Que is a demon cultivator. It is well known that he is withdrawn and has dominated the side for so many years. He has never heard of anyone who has a better relationship with him. If this is the case, why would he be willing to make so many paintings for this person? What about Ji Bingzhu?

He was thinking wildly here, Ji Bingzhu did not know when he had climbed a wooden ladder to a bookshelf, and took down a wooden box from the top. It flew up, and Ji Bingzhu's face became even dirtier.

Ji Bingzhu coughed a few times due to choking, held the wooden box and looked down at his Bian Ling and said: "A Ling, go on."

As he said that, without waiting for Bian Ling's answer, he let go and threw the box down.

Bian Ling: "..."

Fortunately, he had already recovered the Yuan Dan at this time. The moment the box fell to the ground, he stretched out his hands to hold it. He straightened up and gave Ji Bingzhu an angry look. He jumped off the wooden frame and said, "Open it quickly!"

Bian Ling stretched out his hand to support him, frowned and said, "Be careful—what is this?"

The wooden box was quite heavy, and there were three characters engraved on it that I couldn't read, which looked very simple.

Ji Bingzhu wiped his face and made it even more dirty, but he didn't care, he stretched out his slender hand and gently poked the lock on the box, the lock opened with a "click", and Ji Bingzhu pulled the lock on the box. The box opened, revealing a slightly curved red long knife inside.

Ji Bingzhu seemed to be discussing the weather, and said with a normal expression: "This is the new waiting [Note], you can play with it."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling remained expressionless, and it took a long time before he maintained his composure. He tentatively opened his mouth and said, "Ninth on the Gujing weapon list...Xin...Xin Zhiwai?"

Ji Bingzhu didn't think it was a big deal to be ranked ninth, so he let out an ah, and said, "Yes, it seems to be this one. Why do I remember that it was ranked fifth 700 years ago? Why is it so low now? Which weapons are floating on it? Gone to the front? Hey, tell me, who are the two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight now?"

Bian Ling: "..."

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