[Comprehensive] The contagiousness of Northeastern dialect

The basis for old man Xin to judge that the magic weapon is still in Jinhua is that after Xu Benhuai locked Lin Ziyi in the painting, he never went to Jinhua again.

Yu Huatian felt that this reason was as nonsense as what Lin Ziyi said.

It's hard to say that old man Xin didn't overhear what Lin Ziyi said, and then thought of an excuse to trick him into going to Jinhua with Lin Ziyi.

Besides, if these monsters can detect Xu Benhuai's whereabouts, how could they not know where Xu Benhuai hid other magic weapons.

Although Yu Huatian thought so, on the surface he only responded lightly.

Old man Xin looked at him, laughed, and said, "Eunuch Yu doesn't believe me anymore."

Yu Huatian raised his eyebrows, but just smiled back without saying a word.

Old man Xin shook his head, pretending to sigh and said, "Eunuch Yu has become more and more savvy in the past few years. Well, I don't want to tell you directly, but I am afraid that you will not go. However, after going through so many things before, Eunuch Yu is still willing to take him in." Ziyi, come to think of it, I underestimated Eunuch Yu's courage."

Yu Huatian was noncommittal, but only asked: "Is there any solid evidence?"

"There is evidence, but it is not accurate." Old Man Xin nodded and said slowly, "Yesterday, I heard that there is a demon in Jinhua, and it has become very rampant recently. I often say that I have a treasure in my hand, which can capture people's hearts and souls. She uttered nonsense in the cave, claiming that now that she has this artifact in her hands, all ghosts in the four realms should submit to her."

Yu Huatian was thoughtful, and asked: "The monster is holding a magic weapon?"

"* is not far from ten." Old man Xin said softly, "After all, although these kinds of magic weapons look very different, in the final analysis, they just want others to submit to themselves. Among the six realms, not only The human world has such thoughts.”

Old man Xin looked up at the lifeless city wall under the gloomy sky, and asked in a low voice, "The gate of this city is approaching, can Eunuch Yu think about it?"

Yu Huatian groaned, but didn't answer, just asked: "I'm on duty in the palace, and I can't escape. Apart from asking your daughter to replace me in the palace, does Old Man Xin have any other options?"

"My little girl has caused trouble for Eunuch Yu, so naturally this method should not be used again." Old Man Xin said with a smile, "My little old man has also stayed in this palace for several years. If Eunuch Yu is willing to believe me, this method of getting out of the palace As much as you want, there will be as much as you want. When you return from the palace, I guarantee that you can still make a great contribution to Concubine Wan Gui."

Hearing old man Xin's boast, Yuhuatian couldn't help but become curious, "Oh? What can I do?"

Old man Xin didn't answer, but asked, "Eunuch Yu, is he ready to go to Jinhua with Ziyi?"

Yu Huatian remained silent, but lowered his eyes in deep thought.

The old man Xin sighed, and did not rush, but said: "This trip is different from the past, it is very dangerous. It is indeed very difficult for a mortal to snatch the magic weapon from the demon. If Ziyi is still at the cultivation level of 500 years ago, I will naturally I won't worry, but now...it's a pity. Eunuch Yu needs to think carefully, and he should."

He took out a few fox furs from his cuffs and wanted to give them to Yu Huatian, "If Eunuch Yu thinks about it, just throw these fox furs into the air, and the little old man will appear."

Yu Huatian stared at the bundle of fox fur in his hand, didn't move, just stayed in the sedan chair silently.

Old Man Xin asked suspiciously, "Eunuch Yu?"

Yu Huatian suddenly seemed to want to let go, he waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "There is no need to be so troublesome. Old man Xin just needs to prepare, and I will go to Jinhua with her."

Old man Xin was surprised, put away those few fox furs, and asked cheerfully: "Eunuch Yu, I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it or not?"

Yu Huatian glanced at his expression, felt that he couldn't say anything good, so he resolutely refused: "Don't ask."

The old man Xin ignored him, and still smiled maliciously, "Eunuch Yu, you are so caring and talkative, do you have a crush on my daughter?"

Yuhuatian: "..."

Yu Huatian: "...I guess you're going to talk about this."

The old man Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, showing the cunning of a fox, "Eunuch Yu has this question on his mind all the time, so he can naturally guess what I want to ask."

Yuhuatian: "..."

When Yu Huatian felt that he had never said anything about Old Man Xin on this issue, he shut up and ignored him.

Old man Xin didn't care about his silence, and continued: "Hey. You don't have to be shy, the only thing the elders and juniors talk about is finding a partner. You have also caught up with the good times. The heavens are not like the previous few For a hundred years, it has been crazy to catch people falling in love with demons, immortals falling in love with humans, immortals falling in love with demons, and so on. Now that the heavens can’t control it, they don’t care.”

Yu Huatian: "...I'm not interested in this matter."

Old man Xin shook his head, "If you're not interested now, it doesn't mean you won't be interested in the future. Young people always talk too much."

Yuhuatian: "..."

Old man Xin looked at it carefully, shook his head and said, "According to ordinary people's standards, Eunuch Yu's appearance is really good-looking. It's a pity, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for my old friend."

Yu Huatian was lazily half-listening with his head on his head, but this sentence penetrated into his ears, making him react, and asked with a slight frown, "Who is your old friend?"

"Ziyi is her own father." Old man Xin looked him up and down again, "According to the aesthetics of the white mink clan, your hair, Mr. Yu, is too sparse. You look too fair."

Yuhuatian: "..."

Yuhuatian has always felt that the aesthetics of the legendary white sable clan is really peculiar. Hearing Old Man Xin's initiative to mention it, he took advantage of the situation and asked, "What is the aesthetic standard of the white sable clan?"

Old man Xin: "Look at the young people. When it comes to meeting parents, they say they are not interested, and they still can't hold back. It sounds like it."

Yuhuatian: "..."

Old man Xin sighed casually, but said: "It's just that the life spans of mortals and demons are too different, and in the end it's just one person's reincarnation and the other's hard work. How can we talk about happiness?"

Old man Xin paused, then looked at Yuhuatian with deep meaning, "Eunuch Yu, do you think so?"

Yu Huatian raised his eyes and glanced at Old Man Xin, knowing that Old Man Xin said these words to him on purpose.

His expression remained unchanged, and he replied indifferently: "Old man Xin worries about these trivial things every day, it is too sad. I agree to this matter, but I want to repay you for giving all the achievements I have in the palace. Me, it's just a matter of saving me a lot of time to stabilize my position. It has nothing to do with Lin Ziyi."

Old Man Xin put his hands in his sleeves, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Eunuch Yu is a smart man. So, the little old man will go back and make some preparations. Please Eunuch Yu wait a few more days."

He was about to leave, but he stopped, turned his head and said: "Eunuch Yu and Ziyi should take care of the two magic weapons in their hands. After all, Xu Benhuai is not the only one who wants to snatch this magic weapon."

When the sedan chair reached the palace gate, Old Man Xin turned into a puff of green smoke and was blown away by the wind.

People around didn't seem to be aware of this, and the sedan chair bearers who were close at hand just continued to move forward in silence.

Looking at the green smoke dissipating in the cool morning breeze, Yu Huatian felt dazed for a moment.

He couldn't help thinking—this is a demon, which is different from humans.

Lin Ziyi is a demon, different from him.

Yu Huatian didn't know why he accepted this matter, although he said it was to repay old man Xin's love, but he felt something was wrong in his heart.

He got off the sedan chair, walked into the palace gate, and looked at the square imperial city.

The red walls and green tiles are the scenery engraved in my heart for more than 20 years.Time flies, he has changed from a young eunuch who just entered the palace to the current imperial horse supervisor.But there is still no change here, every inch of the land seems to be made of bones.

When Yu Huatian was locked alone in the painting for a few days, it wasn't that he didn't see any illusions.Apart from the woman in red and the knight in blue, the illusion he saw most was himself.

From the moment of stepping into the palace gate, all the way to the present.

He saw himself from the fear and anxiety in childhood to the indifference and calculation now.From being slaughtered by others when he was young, to now in a high position.From supporting each other when they were young, to being alone now.

All kinds of people appear and disappear, like a long and colorless scroll.

He saw himself in that picture scroll, with no other distractions, keeping his head up and only focusing on walking forward.

Then, Lin Ziyi appeared.In the scenery full of peach blossoms, call him "Brother Huatian" softly.

In reality, he was walking towards Lin Ziyi, but in the illusion, he just stopped.

Like water, the illusion is rippled by the petals, rippling in a gentle arc, slowly closing the scene that belongs to him.

Just like a scroll that was suddenly dotted with color, he could put away the painting to prevent others from painting it on, but he couldn't stop the color from slowly spreading along the grain of the rice paper.

Although Yu Huatian's mouth was a bit awkward, and his personality seemed rather indifferent, he was very loyal to his inner feelings.

He wants to climb up and go to a higher position, so he will not hide his ambition and do his best to work hard for this matter.

Just because he never had any distractions, he didn't understand why he felt abnormal when he met Lin Ziyi.

But now, the few words Old Man Xin said just now made him understand.

He fell in love with Lin Ziyi.

It's just that I was moved, not really like it.

There can be many reasons for being tempted, such as an action, such as a sentence, such as Lin Ziyi breaking his orderly life of more than [-] years and bringing the strangeness of her world.

Having experienced that kind of excitement, now it seems very boring to use this kind of rhetoric to please Wan Guifei's life everywhere.

This is probably the case in the hearts of mortals, who prefer to explore the unknown rather than the known.

Not to mention someone like Yuhuatian.

He is willing to accompany her to collect magic weapons, willing to see her play tricks or be stupid in front of him, and willing to treat her with a gentle attitude that he has long forgotten.

Reason made him stop at being tempted, but did not rise to liking.

Because I like it, I want to have it, but what happens after I have it?

Yu Huatian is a human being, while Lin Ziyi is a demon.

When he is very old and passes away, she will still have many years to look forward to.

Moreover, Yu Huatian felt that if the knot in Lin Ziyi's heart could not be untied, she would not like him either.

But now he doesn't even know what the knot is.

Lin Ziyi held a pen in her hand, concentrated and calmed down, and wrote the first stroke seriously on the rice paper spread out on the table.

While studying the ink, Duckweed praised: "Miss Lin writes with great momentum."

Lin Ziyi didn't reply, but kept her breath, and drew stroke by stroke, with a sense of rigidity everywhere.She drew two strokes, stopped to look at it for a moment, couldn't help but put the brush back into the pen holder on one side, sat on the chair and said dejectedly: "I don't want to draw anymore, I don't want to draw anymore, what the hell are you painting, soaking in a wine tank with a silly roe deer It's like drawing out those two steps."

Duckweed leaned over and took a closer look at the trembling circle drawn on it, recalling that when she rolled out the rice paper, Lin Ziyi confidently said that she wanted to draw a beautiful bronze mirror.

Duckweed thought about it, and felt that this thing was really not comforting, so she persuaded Lin Ziyi to change her mind and think about the problem, "Girl, don't be discouraged. It's okay if you can't draw well. When Master Yu comes back, you can ask him how to draw. How nice it would be to find a free husband and cultivate the relationship between each other. How many lovers increase their relationship by doing things that have nothing to do with painting while painting."

Lin Ziyi gave Duckweed a weird look, "Why do you think Brother Huatian and I are a couple?"

Duckweed answered logically, "I feel it everywhere. The most important thing is that the face fits well."

Lin Ziyi: "..."

Duckweed blinked and asked, "Miss Lin, don't you like Master Yu?"

Lin Ziyi found it difficult to answer this question.Whether you like it or not, no matter which one you answer, it feels a little weird.

But duckweed misunderstood her silence for something else, and said with a surprised face: "No way? Robbery? Sadistic love? Master Yu and you have this kind of relationship..."

Lin Ziyi was choked, waved her hand, and hurriedly replied, "That's not the case."

Duckweed nodded, "Oh, that's the background of Xiao Tianwen, who has a special liking and a match made in heaven."

Lin Ziyi: "..."

Lin Ziyi felt that Duckweed's brain circuit was more confusing than hers, so she didn't explain it if she couldn't explain it.

Duckweed bent down, put her chin in her hand, and asked curiously: "But leaving aside the true love of Mr. Yu, Miss Lin, what kind of man do you like?"

Although Lin Ziyi felt that her wording was a bit wrong, she was too lazy to find fault.Taking out a brush from the pen holder, she was scribbling on the paper while thinking, and after a while, she vaguely drew the outline of a scholar.

Lin Ziyi tilted her head to look at it for a while, and added two strokes, but the person in the painting changed into another appearance.

She sighed slightly, and said softly: "Anyway, don't like mortals."