At the door and inside the room, six eyes were staring at each other.
"That... um, Hong Lian, Qi You doesn't want to go up the mountain, so he's acting like a child."
Lu Liangsheng looked at Hong Lian at the door with some embarrassment and said, Even though he had experienced a lot, things like this were still a bit embarrassing, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
He waved his hand helplessly, but luckily he reacted quickly and invited the woman in.
"Come in and talk first, Qiyou, come down quickly."
"No!"
The tree demon hanging on the scholar seemed to be afraid that the fun thing would be snatched away, so it strangled Lu Liangsheng even tighter, put its face close to him, and stared at Nie Honglian who came in without blinking.
"No."
Across her sight, Hong Lian was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Sir, there is no need to explain. Hong Lian will grind ink for you to paint."
She dragged her skirt to the desk, blinked her eyelashes, watched the graphite in her hand slowly grind in the inkstone, listened to the movement behind her, smiled and whispered:
"It has been a long time since I have seen you paint."
"Well, I just happen to want to paint a winter snow scene."
Lu Liangsheng knew that this was Hong Lian trying to ease the awkwardness, so he quickly agreed and patted the tree demon hanging on his body, "Qiyou, come down quickly."
"oh."
At the side, Mu Qiyou pouted slightly, put her feet on the ground, retracted her arms, glanced at the old monster who was walking towards the bookshelf, then looked at Hong Lian who was grinding ink with her back to her. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she trotted over and reached out to take the stone inkstone from Hong Lian's hand.
"I'll help the old demon."
Nie Honglian was not slow either. Before the other party could reach out his hand, she quickly moved it: "Let me do it. I am used to serving you, sir."
In fact, there was not much ink in the stone inkstone. The scene of them fighting for it made Lu Liangsheng's eyelids twitch. He walked over with a folding easel and took the stone inkstone in his hand.
"What are you arguing about? Stand in the yard and I'll draw a picture for you."
The two girls stopped, looked at each other, snorted and turned away at the same time, and walked out of the house one after the other, bumping shoulders from time to time.
Although one of them eliminated the evil spirits, it did not mean that the emotions were eliminated. The other one had a temper like a child fighting over a toy. The more people tried to grab it, the more he would not let go.
Standing in the yard, one on the left and one on the right, Hong Lian felt that the red dress was too eye-catching. She turned on the spot, and her skirt and sleeves flew up, instantly turning into a white floor-length skirt with pink patterns embroidered on the wide hem. On her arms was a meter-long purple gauze, and her jet-black hair was tied into a bun, with a jade hairpin holding a red knot inserted diagonally on it.
There is a touch of vermilion between the eyebrows, and the thin black eyebrows set off the fair skin, giving a fresh and elegant feeling.
"Humph, I will change too!"
Qi You moved her mouth and opened her sleeves, one sleeve spilling over her dress and the other covering her cheek. Black smoke rose and enveloped her. After a moment, she was revealed wearing a long golden peony dress, and a winding, waisted, floor-length leaf-patterned skirt, highlighting her graceful figure.
The upper sleeves were slowly lowered, the eyes blinked with spring water, and the outer layer of veil left shoulders and collarbones exposed, showing all kinds of charm.
…
Lu Liangsheng set up the easel, held the brush, looked at the two girls opposite him, who looked like blooming flowers competing with each other for beauty, shook his head, chuckled, and said nothing.
It’s ok to compete in beauty, as long as you don’t fight.
… But speaking of it, it looks quite different from this perspective.
The tip of the pen was dipped in ink and drawn on the paper, drawing the winding lines of a human figure, with delicate little feet, long sleeves fluttering, and the outline of a skirt falling down. The voices of Hong Lian and Qi You were heard in the courtyard.
"Qiyou, please move over there a little. It's hard for me to draw you if you're too close."
"No, I've always been here. You moved me here."
"trouble… "
"snort!"
Qi You bent her slender waist, pouted her lips slightly, and glared at her with puffy cheeks. On the opposite side, Hong Lian also became angry, pursed her lips, and looked into her eyes, not backing down at all.
"Old Lu, Mr. Lu, do you have any medicine? Apply it to me..."
Outside the fence, one of the Taoist's eyes was bruised and narrowed into a slit. He walked to the gate and saw two women staring at each other in the yard. Without stopping, he changed direction and walked back.
"Well, I feel like I can fight Lu Pan and the others for another ten rounds!"
"Old Sun!"
Lu Liangsheng stood up holding the pen. Outside the fence, the Taoist disappeared in a flash.
"This guy..."
When she looked into the courtyard again, the two women looked at each other. Between the soul and the demon, the air seemed to be filled with arcs of electricity. The tree demon clenched his fists, his clothes fluttering. Hong Lian was not to be outdone. She waved her long sleeves, and a cold wind blew on her forehead, fighting against the other party's demonic energy.
call-
The bare branches of the old tree in the yard rustled, and the snow on them fell down, flying all over the yard and landing on the two girls.
The strong winds blew wildly, and the doors and windows of the house and the second floor were slamming. An open window frame on the eaves below was blown back by the wind, hitting the window frame and the potted plants, shaking a few times, and falling over the desk under the window, smashing heavily on the slightly tilted book.
"ah… "
A scream was faintly heard between the pages of the book.
'Um?'
Lu Liangsheng turned his head to look at the house with shaking windows and frowned slightly.
"Didn't the master go out? Why did I seem to hear him scream?"
The two girls in the yard rarely bothered to take care of the matter. They didn't even look at the easel that was blown over. They picked up the brush and walked to the room. They glanced around and there was no sign of Toad Taoist in the corners or under the bed.
"That's strange. I clearly heard it. Could it be that..."
He looked at the book "Boundless Mountains and Seas" which was lying motionless in the wind on the desk. He moved the potted plant on it, opened the cover, and stretched the pages. He saw that the painting, which had been stagnant, began to spread again. With Zishan Temple as the center, Lu Liangsheng saw a portrait and immediately laughed.
On the painting of Zishan Temple, there was a toad's head, moving around.
Well…
Wait, Master’s portrait is moving. Doesn’t that mean he has entered the Zishan Temple in the painting
"Stop it!"
Lu Liangsheng thought for a moment, then called out to the two girls who were still staring at each other in the yard, and spread out the book completely on the table. He saw that the painting showed the sea to the east and the desert to the west. He could even see flying sand on the page. The whole painting seemed to come alive.
The altar that originally stood on Changyang Mountain was burning with flames, and a faint ray of light was winding and slowly extending towards Sichuan in the south.
"It seems to be connected. Could it be that the connecting place is another altar? Or perhaps, another point of the Myriad Spirits Formation?"
Lu Liangsheng tapped the tabletop with the tip of his pen, watching the light extend and then stop. He thoughtfully took a blank page of paper and drew on it with blue ink.
Outside the house, the sound of the wind gradually died down. Hong Lian and Qi You snorted coldly and walked quickly into the house. The two of them squeezed into the room and saw Lu Liangsheng drawing with a pen. They pushed and pinched each other and moved forward.
The names of the nine provinces were drawn on it, corresponding to their respective directions, and connected by ink lines drawn under the tip of the pen.
"If there is a formation point in each state, then there will be nine states in the world!"
Lu Liangsheng put down his pen, stood up and looked at the figure he had drawn on the paper in deep thought. He tried to extend it along the route from Changyang Mountain to Sichuan and could vaguely see the outline of a huge magic circle.
"This is the Wanling Formation set up by the Yellow Emperor. Master, have you seen it? Oh, that's right, Master!"
In the painting of Zishan Temple, the head of the Toad Taoist suddenly shrank and disappeared into the building.