It was also a coincidence that Sui Jian met the painted skin demon at that time.
When Suijian came out to practice, he was just a young man who was not as good as the weakest. The young man is in high spirits, at the age where he is curious about everything, and he has been practicing in the sect for so many years, and it is rare to see such a bustling and noisy place...
The thought of wanting to join in the fun couldn't be suppressed.
It happened that the city where we settled at that time was built along the river. There were several exquisite painting boats on the spacious river, brightly lit and decorated with lanterns and satin.
Sui Jian, with the intention of getting a glimpse, randomly picked a painting boat and entered it.
At that time, Sui Jian didn't know much about the strangeness. He entered a painting boat with lanterns hanging on it, so as soon as he entered, he was entangled by the crowd.
His natural appearance is too outstanding, and he has slightly modified it. Although Qing Jun is still the same, at least people will not notice his appearance at first glance.
But his temperament was not deliberately concealed. Ordinary mortals couldn't see through his illusions, and they were first impressed by his noble temperament. The girls and boys all felt that he was a big guest, and they rushed over, trying their best to attract his attention.
Suijian was surrounded by a piece of rouge and gouache, and was so smoked that he almost left immediately.
—The reason why he didn’t say goodbye was because he was attracted by the movement by the window of the painting boat.
At the table by the window, there were a few young men who were dressed in gorgeous and rich clothes, and were teasing a girl who came to accompany the guests. Their words were not polite, and their hands were not very honest.
The pink-shirted girl was trapped in the wolf's den and had nowhere to escape. Liu Mei frowned slightly and refused softly: "When the slave came, he said that he only sang songs."
One of the dandy sons got drunk and pulled her, and he staggered, fell onto his lap and sat down.
The girl in the pink shirt tried to struggle to get out, but she was held down and not allowed to move: "What kind of thing are you? I'm here to have fun. I have money, you dare to refuse..."
Those hands were not quite honestly moving around, and the girl in the pink shirt's delicate and pink-like face became cold for a moment. After a while, she smiled slightly and asked softly, "Is the guest insisting on doing this?"
This dandy boy is probably not low-ranking, and he is used to indulging and unrestrained. At this time, he was coaxed by several companions, and his head became hot, but he didn't notice the hidden danger at all, and still laughed wildly: "You Take good care of your lord, lord—"
Before he could finish speaking, tea was poured over his face. Tea dripped down from the corners of his forehead and eyes, and a few pieces of tea sticked to his cheeks, embarrassed and funny.
"Who!" Brother Wanqian was furious. The cold tea failed to wake him up. Instead, it added fuel to the fire, stirring up all his anger. He shoved the pink-shirted girl aside and stood up. Full of anger: "Who dares to splash Lao Tzu!"
Sui Jian pulled a piece of colorful silk next to him, and with a clever twist, he rolled one end around the pink-shirt girl's wrist, and pulled the pink-shirt girl gently away from the wolf's den.
That dandy boy saw clearly that a handsome young man was doing bad things to him, he snorted coldly, and was about to scold him, but the next moment he only felt his mouth was hot, and the sound of scolding turned into a squawking duck.
He was shocked, touched his mouth in disbelief, and opened his mouth: "Quack-quack!"
After being stunned for a moment, the surrounding people burst into laughter.
Sui Jian was in this chaos, and quietly left with the girl in pink shirt.
There are vacancies everywhere in the painting boat, which is convenient for the unbearable guests to enter. Sui Jian pushed open an empty room at will, and with a slight force on his wrist holding Cai silk, the girl in pink shirt was flung into the room delicately by him.
"Young master is so rude." The girl in pink shirt stood firmly on the table and chair. Not only did she not take off the colorful silk tied to her hand, but it was wrapped around it again. It seems like a complaint: "The slave's hand is so painful that it hurts."
Sui Jian closed the door with a backhand, turning a blind eye to her delicate and pitiful demeanor, and only asked warmly, "What did you want to do to that man just now?"
The girl in the pink shirt was silent for a moment, then she covered her lips and chuckled softly, her voice weak: "Nu a weak girl, what else can I do?"
Sui Jian glanced at her, then laughed lightly, carelessly touched the long sword at his waist, and flicked the white jade attached to the sword's spike. The jade hit the hilt of the sword with a soft sound, and he said: "Although I can't see what kind of monster you are, but if you hurt people's hearts, I can still draw the sword and slash."
The girl in pink shirt froze for a moment, then opened her eyes wide and innocently said: "I just see that he is drunk and not very calm, I want him to go to the river to cool down..."
This is the first confrontation between the boy Sui Jian and the painted skin demon.
On the surface, Suijian saved a girl who was almost bullied, but in fact, he saved the life of the rude son-in-law. At that time, the demon in the hand of the painted skin demon was ready to explode. For a moment after the late shot, this young man really wants to be a wild duck in the river for a while.
The memory ended in a hurry, and Shen Zhixian came back to his senses. The peach blossom on the opposite side was as delicate and pitiful as in the memory, and the pink and tender mouth was the same as before—
"Young Master Sui left without saying goodbye, but this made the slave sad. Thanks to the help of Young Master Sui, the slave wanted to make a promise with his body, not asking for riches and favors, but only to be able to accompany him for a long time, pouring tea and grinding, it is a slave It is also made for the maid."
It's the same as it was back then... It's a headache.
The teenager Sui Jianben was worried that she was a demon and wanted to harm people, so he intervened in this matter, and he got into trouble.
He stayed in this city for three days, and the painted skin monster haunted him for three days, changing his appearance, temperament and even gender to haunt him. Hearing that, he only felt that his head was getting bigger, and finally he couldn't take it anymore. On the fourth day early in the morning, he quietly left before it was clear.
Unexpectedly, many years later, Shen Zhixian would see her here again.
The painted skin demon can change thousands of times by herself, and can see through many illusions with just one pair of eyes. When she just glanced up, Shen Zhixian knew that her simple illusion had been seen through.
Tao Hua'er was still talking, Shen Zhixian pinched his brows with a headache, and said helplessly: "Okay, don't talk about it, my little apprentice is going to be angry."
The air-conditioning emanating from the little hedgehog beside him would freeze him, and the thorns all stood up quietly. If the skin-painted demon continued to talk, Shen Zhixian had no doubt that she was going to be pierced by the little hedgehog.
The painted skin demon looked at him, then at Yan Jin, and stopped the topic before he could, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time, so it's time to catch up. Young Master Sui and this..." She paused.
Shen Zhixian only said the word "Yan", and then he didn't speak. The painted skin demon's tender eyes blinked, and he followed a kindness: "Young Master Sui and Young Master Yan, let's go into the room for a chat."
Shen Zhixian reluctantly returned to the house, sat back in his original position, and picked up the folding fan that had fallen before, pinching it and playing with it.
This time Yan Jin sat tightly next to him, with one arm still around his waist, silently declaring his sovereignty.
Tao Hua'er poured wine for them with familiarity and graceful restraint.
Shen Zhixian leaned into Yan Jin's ear and whispered, "Painted skin demons can change thousands of appearances, and they are the best at imitating them. If you are curious, you can inspire her to change them for you."
Although he lowered his voice, Shen Zhixian was not too protective of the painted-skin monster on the opposite side. After all, a monster with sharp ears and eyesight is different from ordinary people, so how could he not hear his whispering.
Tao Hua'er really heard it, she put down the jug, stroked her face with her slender hand, and said with a faint smile, "Which one does Young Master Yan like?"
Yan Jin looked down at the wine cup, but said nothing.
Taohua'er didn't mind his indifference, she stood up, pushed open the door and called someone to bring brush, ink, paper and inkstone, spread it out on the table, and studied ink and painted with ease.
She draws very quickly, her hands quickly tap ink and brush, and she is finished in a short time. Putting down the pen, she picked up a piece of paper that was almost waiting for her body.
Shen Zhixian glanced at it, and only vaguely saw that it was a beauty in costume, and was blocked by the mist summoned by the painted skin demon raising his hand.
Changing the appearance of the painted skin demon is like changing clothes for ordinary people, and naturally it is necessary to cover one or two.
After a while, the fog dissipated, and the delicate and pitiful peach blossoms disappeared, replaced by a graceful and wealthy beauty.
There was a peony flower between her brows, and there was a dignified smile on her lips. She was very dignified. She dressed beautifully and saluted, dignifiedly said: "Peony has seen two young masters. This appearance can still catch the eyes of the two young masters. ?"
Shen Zhixian took a sip of wine with a smile, and Yan Jin glanced at her blankly, unmoved.
Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, the painted skin demon rolled his eyes and spread out a new piece of paper.
There are thousands of beauties, and as long as the skin-painted demon has a pen and paper, he can imitate and change out thousands of facial expressions.
She picked up the pen and wrote down the ink, and after a while, she changed four or five beautiful faces with different styles, each face corresponding to a flower name.
Shen Zhixian still smiled and sipped the wine slowly, Yan Jin simply stopped looking at her and concentrated on pouring the wine for Shen Zhixian. When Shen Zhixian's wine cup was empty, Yan Jin poured another glass for him.
Painted Skin Demon: "..."
Young Master Bai has a good face, but has a heart of stone. She knew it many years ago, but she never imagined that his apprentice and him are also of the same virtue.
It's so boring, and it is worthy of being a master and apprentice in the same blood.
She frowned, pondered for a moment, and picked up the pen again.
This time, it was a red makeup beauty in a crimson dress. Peach Blossom's eyes were full of charm, full of charm, and every gesture was full of style.
Beauty in Feiyi stroked her face, confirming that it was properly changed, and looked over with a light smile on her lips, causing people to keep their eyes on it when they saw it.
Her voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, and there was poison hidden in the honey, which made people melt into her soft charm without realizing it, fascinated by her, even if she died.
She looked at Yan Jin with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said temptingly, "Young Master Yan is so boring, my face is not the best in the world, but it is also stunning, Young Master Yan is so cold-hearted and cold-hearted. Would you like to see me?"
Such a person who doesn't understand the style, the Painted Skin Demon has only seen two people for so many years, Yan Jin is the second one, and his predecessor is the teenager Sui Jian.
The Painted Skin Demon pondered for a while, and felt that maybe it was because Yan Jin didn't understand Fengyue yet. If Yan Jin was enlightened and understood the happiness, maybe...
She moved her lotus steps slightly, carried her skirt and walked over to Yan Jin's side: "Although my painting boat is not as lively as the other side, it is still a place of wind and moon, and some things are quite interesting, Young Master Yan can take a look at it. Give it a try?"
She flipped her wrist, and a stack of thin booklets appeared in her hands out of thin air. With another flick, the booklet opened a page, and the things painted on it scattered light, floating in the air, and gradually moved. Images, vaguely and subtle sounds came.
Yan Jin finally had some reaction. He looked at the images with a little doubt, but as soon as he saw the appearance of those little people, Shen Zhixian poured a glass of sake over and scattered all the images.
"...Don't try to spoil my apprentice. Ajin, don't look at these messy things."
The painted skin demon said with a "huh": "Young Master Sui watched a lot back then, why do you now..."
"I..." As soon as Shen Zhixian opened his mouth, Yan Jin turned to look at him with clear eyes.
Shen Zhixian's denial blurted out like a cloud of water: "I'm not, don't talk nonsense without you—"
The painted skin demon covered her lips and chuckled, her eyes twitching, as if she was holding onto Shen Zhixian's pigtails. The more Shen Zhixian cared about it, the more she used these words to tease Yan Jin.
She has been through the wind and moon for a long time, and she has seen the world with one eye. No matter how high the cultivation base of Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin is, they are just a piece of white paper, pure white and flawless. They are called painted skin demons. See through at a glance.
The painted skin demon kept leaning towards Yan Jin, Shen Zhixian frowned when she saw the turbulent waves, raised his hand to protect Yan Jin from being touched by the painted skin demon, after several times, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and took off Yan Jin's long sword. He patted the case a few times, and said coldly, "If you continue to be swayed, I will draw my sword."
Beauty in Feiyi stopped for a moment on the long sword, took a few steps back calmly, and gracefully returned to her original position.
Those who know current affairs are good demons, she is just a weak skin-painted demon, except for her ability to change her appearance, and in terms of combat power... She should stay far away from these violent swordsmen who threaten to draw swords at every turn.
Seeing that she finally sat away, Shen Zhixian heaved a sigh of relief in secret, released the hand that was holding Yan Jin's sleeve involuntarily, and sat up slightly: "Although this place is considered prosperous, it is not comparable to that place back then. Why did you come here?"
The painted skin demon smiled and said: "The demon is old and can't be lively anymore. Find a small place to support the old age... and save yourself from messing with things that shouldn't be messed up."
Shen Zhixian's heart moved, this thing that shouldn't be provoked definitely doesn't refer to ordinary human beings. Although the painted skin monsters are weak in combat among the monsters, they are not so weak that even humans can't solve them.
He asked casually, but the painted skin demon didn't hide it: "Not long after you left, an emissary from the city of undead came to persuade me to leave and let me enter the city of undead..."
Her smile faded a little, with a hint of sarcasm: "I don't want to enter the city of undead..."
- Undead city.
Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin stared at her for a while, and stared at her for a while: "What's wrong?"
Shen Zhixian was about to say something when there was a sudden commotion outside, accompanied by the sound of jade pots and porcelain cups being smashed, and vaguely quarrels.
The painted skin demon frowned slightly, didn't speak any further, got up and said "sorry", then pushed the door and walked out.
As soon as the door was opened, the noise became clearer, Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin looked at each other and went out.
I don't know which Mrs. Master's wife, with two maidservants and four servants, came on the painting boat to find the prodigal son who refused to return home.
The dignified lady folded her hands gracefully in front of her, and calmly looked straight at the embarrassed man in front of her: "My husband has been here for a few days, should it be time to go home?"
"What are you making trouble again!" She was questioned by a man who looked very elegant and handsome, and at this time stood up from a pile of jade and porcelain fragments, and said angrily: "Well, what are you doing here again? !"
He ignored his wife, and first apologized to the frightened painting boat girl next to him: "I will pay double compensation for these damaged objects later..."
The painting boat girl looked at him with wonderful eyes, and then looked at the noble lady who was watching all this with a cold eye. She smiled and said nothing. She picked up her pipa and nimbly walked to the side.
The movement was not small, and the singing and dancing on the stage also stopped. The dancers put on their skirts and stepped off the stage, comforting the other guests who were disturbed in a soft voice.
Being stared at by all kinds of gazes, the man felt his face burned, and said angrily: "I'm not here to enjoy the songs and dances and have a few drinks. You come here again and again, are you trying to make me shameless? "
His tone was angry, but Mrs. Gui's expression was light, raised her hand and stroked her sleeve, her tone was flat: "My husband has been wandering here for several days, and since I am your wife, I came to look for you, isn't it normal? "
The two of them talked one by one. Seeing that they didn't intend to fight, the painted skin demon was not in a hurry to go down. He leaned against the railing to watch, and suddenly exclaimed: "People from the undead city?"
Hearing this word twice in a short period of time, Shen Zhixian walked to the railing, bowed his head, and had a panoramic view of everything below: "Who?"
It's not a secret that can't be told, and the painted skin demon answered quickly: "That lady—see? Her wrist."
Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin both stared attentively, the noble lady just touched her sleeve with a half of her wrist exposed, and with their eyesight, they could just see the mark on the wrist.
It was a small moon-white flower, with layers of buds half-closed, yet to bloom. Shen Zhixian had never seen this kind of flower before and couldn't name it, but instinctively felt that if it bloomed, it must be very beautiful.
"What kind of flower is that?" Shen Zhixian asked in a low voice.
"It is said that there is a sea of flowers outside the city of immortality. Those flowers bloom only on full moon nights. When they are full of moonlight, they make people forget to return." The painted skin demon said slowly, "That flower is called forgetting to return. Anyone who enters the city of immortality will receive this mark."
Shen Zhixian had never heard of the Undead City before, and it was the first time that Wangguihua had heard it, but there was no response, but Yan Jin was stunned for a while, and subconsciously repeated: "Forgetfulness?"
Shen Zhixian tilted his head to look at him: "Have you seen Ah Jin?"
There seemed to be some memory in the back of my mind struggling to emerge, and a vague picture flashed by, fleeting and unable to capture. Yan Jin shook his head: "Never."
Shen Zhixian didn't pay much attention to his reaction, he was thinking carefully, what exactly is the undead city, he didn't know, the rare painted skin demon seemed to know a lot about it...
He was thinking about how to get more words from the painted skin demon, when suddenly there was a sound of surprise from below, Shen Zhixian looked over subconsciously, but after seeing the lady looking around, she walked straight to the second floor.
"...Since this is the case, then I must invite some guests back to the mansion, and my husband doesn't mind."
She walked in front of Shen Zhixian and the two of them, and bowed to them gently and politely: "I met the two young masters right away, I wonder if I can invite the two young masters back to the house for a drink?"
There was an uproar all around. Although this dynasty was relatively open and did not have as many restraints on women as the previous dynasty, it was so blatantly inviting men to return to the palace in the land of fireworks...
The Painted Skin Demon took a step back, raised his eyebrows, and assumed the posture of watching a play.
Yan Jin, one of the invitees, glanced coldly at Madam Gui, and was about to refuse.
However, Shen Zhixian was calm, and the budding Forgotten Flower flashed by in front of him. At the critical moment, he took a step forward and calmly pressed Yan Jin's hand, stopping Yan Jin from wanting to refuse. He said with a smile: "It is an honor for a beautiful woman to invite you. Naturally, we are more respectful than obedient."
The author has something to say: Ah, long time no see! There will be another update after the list change tomorrow, it should be in the afternoon, the time is uncertain.
I originally wanted to update it directly, but the second half... I'm afraid of locks (confused jpg)
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