"Did you misunderstand something?"
After Bai Fanlu found out about the princess hugging incident, he would have to face public opinion torture sooner or later, but he didn't expect Wang Chongyu to be so straightforward, and he was caught off guard.
While thinking about his words, Bai Fanlu pretended to walk over, and then he saw the thing on the table that should have been a blank piece of paper, but it was painted on at some time.
"Did you draw this?" Bai Fanlu asked subconsciously.
But the expression on the other side's face became more complicated, and he froze him and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore, don't make jokes."
Bai Fanlu didn't understand what it meant, so he had to look at the painting twice more. Wasn't it painted by Wang Chongyu? Who else could it be
In the painting, the young man in white who explores the flowers and dances the sword has a very handsome and heroic face. The key is the blue lotus in the palm of his hand, the magic weapon is blue, and it is also the gold-inlaid empress of the gods. Only unique.
The person in this painting is Yun Zhan.
Will Wang Chongyu go to the Baifan Road House to paint Yun Zhan if he has nothing to do? Obviously impossible.
The handwriting of this painting is smooth, as if it was completed in one go, and thousands of emotions are contained in thousands of brushes, lifelike, as if it will come out of the painting in the next moment.
There is no doubt that it was painted by the original owner.
Although this painting was not written in the novel, it was written that the original owner was good at painting. It's just that Bai Fanlu didn't understand, why was the paper blank when he looked at it before
The way he stared at the person in the painting and frowned in thought, in Wang Chongyu's eyes, was even more meaningful.
"Sorry, I unlocked the aura lock of this painting without your permission."
Oh, Bai Fanlu suddenly realized, that's how it is!
It was locked before, dare to love the original owner because he was afraid of being seen? Tsk tsk, it's so infatuated, it's a pity to meet someone who is not good, otherwise, what a pair of CPs who are strong and strong in the next year.
Bai Fanlu cleared his throat, stopped those strange thoughts in his head, and silently recited "Yun Zhan is a big scumbag, the kind who will die if he falls in love with him".
Then calmly replied, "It's okay."
"Brother, you... you really wanted him on purpose, right?"
Wang Chongyu seemed to be extremely obsessed with this painting, and his fingers moved slowly across the paper.
Bai Fanlu didn't know why, so he saw Wang Chongyu's finger pointing at the skirt of the figure in the painting, "This is white."
It was only then that Bai Fanlu discovered that this painting was a color picture, because the blue sky had colors, but Yun Zhan in the painting was not wearing blue clothes. The man in white in this painting did not realize that it was Yun Zhan.
If you wear white clothes, you have not become the acting head, but Bi Luohuashen can only happen after the acting head. Isn't this a contradiction
Moreover, the original owner was injured by Yun Zhan and lay on the bed unable to move his hands. It is impossible to have to get up and draw such a painting, so the time of painting this painting should be before the competition.
Unless, when the original owner drew this painting, he had already predicted that Yun Zhan would win.
This... This expression of emotion is really tortuous, Bai Fanlu clicked his tongue secretly, thanks to his quick brain, he was able to react.
"Yun Zhan is already better."
Bai Fanlu said, through the novel, he knew that the original owner deliberately let Yun Zhan go, but it's meaningless to talk about it here, besides, he really can't beat Yun Zhan now.
After thinking about it, it's better to roll up the picture, so that people can see and misunderstand it.
Wang Chongyu saw that he was curling up seriously, and his hand hidden behind his sleeve tightened slightly, "Is it also in the brother's painting?"
"Huh?" Bai Fanlu didn't understand.
"In the brother's painting, the master should be better."
Bai Fanlu was startled, and the hand of the scroll was slightly paused. What's the meaning? The original owner also painted Ling Qingzi
Wang Chongyu stared at Bai Fanlu's lowered eyelashes, "I heard from Master that you want to go down the mountain with Yun Zhan?"
Bai Fanlu had no way of finding out what the original owner had painted. These books did not detail it. He was fortunate that Wang Chongyu was willing to take the initiative to bypass the topic and stop talking about paintings.
Bai Fanlu rolled up the scroll, turned and threw it into the bamboo tube next to him, "There is something unusual in the world, go and check it out."
"That's all?" Wang Chongyu asked.
Bai Fanlu was puzzled, why did he feel that there was always something in his words.
Wang Chongyu stared at his slightly dodging eyes, and misunderstood again, "The younger brothers and sisters are all talking, saying that you and Yun Zhan... have healed together in Lingquan, and will definitely become Taoist couples in the future."
Spirit Spring again...
Bai Fanlu's brain hurts, he must stay away from that pool in the future, and the third time, even if he jumps into the Qinhuai River, he won't be able to wash it off.
"Junior Brother..." Bai Fanlu struggled to figure out how to explain the current predicament.
But Wang Chongyu sighed lightly, a little lonely appeared on his gentle face, "Brother, when did you become so unfamiliar with me?"
Bai Fanlu suddenly realized that the original owner had always called Wang Chongyu by his first name, "Chongyu, I'm sorry, I... I was confused."
Wang Chongyu looked deeply into his eyes, and finally compromised, "I understand, brother is in poor health, it doesn't matter."
"Chongyu, can you do me a favor?"
The best solution now is to do something instead of say something. With the friendship between the original owner and Wang Chongyu for hundreds of years, Bai Fanlu took the initiative to ask for help, and the other party was really moved.
"Brother, but say."
"My sword broke when I was fighting Taotie, can you help me make another one?"
"Of course."
"That's great, let's go now."
Bai Fanlu grabbed Wang Chongyu's arm and walked out. The other party was pulled by him, but he didn't move, and the expression on his face finally gradually returned to the former peace.
Bai Fanlu didn't pay much attention to Wang Chongyu. In the book, this character doesn't really have any sense of existence. At first, the author described him as a gentleman of Lanzhu, low-key and reliable, and he often helped Ling Qingzi handle the internal affairs of the school.
But after Yun Zhan became the head, it seemed that because Wang Chongyu had a good relationship with the original owner, he also weakened his existence in a targeted manner. His ending.
So from the perspective of Bai Fanlu, he is only regarded as an NPC at present.
The NPC is certainly not important, but just as Bai Fanlu walked out of the house, he suddenly remembered another important thing. He called Wang Chongyu wrong, so what did he call Yun Zhan
It's over, the original owner didn't seem to call him "Junior Brother" when he was alone with Yun Zhan...
And that sentence: Brother, you seem to have forgotten one thing.
one thing... one thing...
Yun Zhan's charming voice still lingered until Bai Fan Road entered Qionglin. He racked his brains, thinking about what to do when he saw Yun Zhan tomorrow, should he take the initiative to explain? Or continue to pretend to be stupid
Neither seems to be good.
Yun Zhan was not as easy to fool as Wang Chongyu.
"Brother, come here, how about this plant?"
Just as he was thinking, when he heard Wang Chongyu's words, Bai Fanlu came back to his senses and saw him standing under a tree, waving to himself.
The trunk of the tree in front of me is blue and white, and the branches and leaves are slender, but there is no obvious difference from the other trees.
Bai Fanlu layman said, "It's fine as long as you agree."
Wang Chongyu smiled, "You are leaving tomorrow, so for the time being, you can only choose Xushu first, and I will look for it for you later, and use Yushu to forge a more convenient one."
Bai Fanlu was about to say that having a sword is enough for self-defense, but he stopped talking. Although he didn't really want to go down the mountain to accomplish anything, it was inappropriate to show it in front of Wang Chongyu.
"Alright, then thank Chong Yu first."
"Senior brother, why should you be polite to me, just wait a moment, I will come back as soon as I go."
Wang Chongyu raised his hand, and the towering giant tree in front of him heard rustling leaves, and it seemed to be uprooted after the silver light, leaving only a round pit on the ground, but soon, a small sapling emerged from the pit.
In an instant, the trees in Qionglin grow fast and disappear quickly. Compared with those century-old trees in the world, their lives are very short.
Baifan Road circled the tree pit twice, and in the blink of an eye, the small sapling had grown to the height of half a person.
Sure enough, Wang Chongyu came back soon, holding a piece of jade in each hand.
"The one on the left is thin and tough, and the one on the right is sharp, which one do you want, brother?"
"The one on the left."
It sounds like it's not easy to break, and it's more suitable for self-defense. He doesn't want to have another situation at a critical moment.
Wang Chongyu withdrew his right hand and kept his left, "Let's go, go to the casting furnace."
The casting furnace is right next to Qionglin, one of the four scenic spots in the fairyland. It refers to the colorful light that the casting furnace emits when refining extremely rare magic tools, which complement each other with thousands of trees in Qionglin. Form a mysterious scene.
But this time it was just refining an ordinary flying sword, so the scenery was naturally invisible. When Wang Chongyu put the materials into the furnace, and injected spiritual energy from Baifan Road, the sword casting process began.
In less than half a day, you can get a new flying sword before leaving tomorrow.
"Senior brother, remember that in the past, the master only had you and me as two apprentices, and we often came here to see that strange old man below."
The casting furnace is under the cliff at the end of Qionglin, on a protruding mountain platform, and an old fairy lives on the side of the mountain platform for many years.
It is said that the old fairy has already attained the Dao and can ascend to the god position, but he disdains to attain the Dao. His hobby in his life is to keep fanning the furnace and pouring wine to keep the fairy fire alive.
And he himself is also a well-known alcoholic. If you want to talk to him, he will only answer one word: wine!
There is also a saying that it was because of his unrestrained behavior that he was unable to ascend to the gods.
How exactly, no one knows.
Bai Fanlu dealt with Wang Chongyu's words perfunctorily, of course he didn't remember what he said, they belonged to the memory of the original owner. In the book, there are only a few simple strokes about the old fairy caster.
But Wang Chongyu's nostalgic expression was genuine and moving, and Bai Fanlu couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.
"Brother is more courageous than me. He always likes to lie on the edge of the cliff and look down. I don't dare."
"Don't you dare now?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Try?"
Wang Chongyu walked to the edge of the cliff first. He didn't need to be so close to the edge just to throw something down, and Baifan Road followed.
Immortal mist floated under the feet, and the huge casting furnace was directly below. It was three or five stories high, and a lava-like red light emerged from the furnace mouth, stirring and tumbling all the time.
Bai Fanlu looked at it, and suddenly there seemed to be a red shadow flashing in his eyes, he couldn't help taking a step back, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath.
The meaning of this casting furnace in the book is to coat the gods for Biluo, and there is nothing special about it.
But this feeling of panic, what's going on...
"Brother? What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?" Seeing that something was wrong with Bai Fanlu, Wang Chongyu reached out to touch his shoulder.
Suddenly, a wind screen passed between the two of them, lifting the hem of Bai Fanlu's clothes and interrupting his thoughts.
But at this moment, the hair covered the eyes, and when he could see again, he saw Wang Chongyu lowering his head, frowning, and looking at his own hand.
"What's wrong?" Bai Fanlu asked.
Wang Chongyu raised his eyes and looked at a certain place in the distance, thoughtfully.
"...It's nothing, brother's body hasn't recovered yet, so don't let the wind blow here, I'll send you back first, and come to get the sword later."
"Okay." Bai Fanlu nodded in agreement, and he also felt uneasy.
The two walked into the depths of Qionglin side by side, and shortly after they left, the white-bearded old fairy beside the casting furnace laughed loudly, "They are all gone, come out."
From the stone cave behind the mountain platform, a man in blue walked out slowly. It was Yun Zhan. When he raised his hand, the jar in his arms flew up against Hu Xuan'er.
The old fairy was as light as a swallow, jumped into the air and hugged the jar full of arms, before he sat down, he couldn't wait to unplug the jar, and took a strong sniff.
"Smell! It's really fragrant! You have the ability, where did you get it?"
Let alone Tianshumen, looking at the entire fairy world, alcohol is also a taboo.
Yun Zhan didn't answer him, but asked, "Where's the mirror?"
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
The old fairy snapped his fingers, and a round mirror appeared in front of Yun Zhan, but there was no scene or figure reflected in the mirror, only a thick white mist.
People are in the dust, not dust. This mirror has a strange name "Not Dust".
The old fairy took a sip of wine, smacked his mouth, shook his head and lay down, circling back and forth in the air with his raised feet.
"Good wine, good wine, a jar of good wine!"
"It's a pity that there is only one altar, hey! There is only one altar for one altar, two pairs are not two pairs, three realms are not three realms, and all beings are all beings."
"Haha! Interesting, interesting!"
Yun Zhan ignored his nonsense, stood facing the mirror for a moment, and finally closed his eyes.
While he was closing his eyes, the thick fog in the mirror gradually lifted, and the image of a young boy slowly emerged.