My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 73 Space Stone ([-])
"What did you say?"

Yun Chi turned his head and looked at Xiao Guanfeng blankly, "Did I say anything?"

The frankness in the woman's eyes did not seem to be a joke, and her intuition told him that something was wrong, "Ask where the bamboo house on the top of the mountain went."

"Ah? Really?" She had no impression of this at all.

Xiao Guanfeng couldn't help but feel more puzzled.

During the thousands of years he had owned the Space Stone, this mountain was empty from beginning to end, not even a tree grew, let alone a bamboo house.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. He thinks it is necessary to go down to find out, "Go down and have a look."

As soon as the smoke boat stopped, Yuan Chi couldn't wait to jump off the smoke boat.

Standing on the mountain bag, the excitement of reunion after a long absence suddenly rose in my heart. It was so intense that it couldn't be more intense. It seemed that there were thousands of troops fighting to the death. The drum beat violently, and even the right hand pressing on the chest Up and down rapid ups and downs.

Here, it feels too familiar to her.

It seems that every plant and tree has been waiting here for countless days and nights, just to wait for one person.

For some reason, Yun Chi felt that that person was himself.

She let go of Xiao Guanfeng's hand and walked forward.

Walking to the center of the small hill, the scene in front of me quickly changed and distorted, and there was a sudden gust of wind in the dead-like space.

The wind has left traces, and an elegant bamboo house stands impressively on the originally empty mountain.

The green bamboo and Yiyi reveal a faint charm from the inside to the outside.

The bamboo house has no courtyard, it is located on the top of the hill alone, the gate faces south, and under the eaves there are three words engraved with flying dragons and phoenixes—Xiao Lanju.

Seeing this, Xiao Guanfeng, who was always calmer than a stone, had stormy waves in his deep and narrow eyes.

Watching Yun Chi's slender back walking towards the bamboo house, countless guesses floated in his mind. Compared to himself, the woman in front of him seemed more like the owner of the space stone.

The hesitation in my heart grew deeper and deeper.

Seeing that Yun Chi had already stretched out his hand to push the bamboo door, Xiao Guanfeng put away his thoughts that were wandering everywhere, and quickly followed.

"squeak--"

The door opened.

The room is spacious at least [-] square meters, and a huge eight or nine-foot desk is placed in the middle, and the desk is complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Apart from this, there is no other furniture.

Looking around, the four walls are covered with paintings and arranged neatly, and there are countless round stones of different shapes similar to colored glaze floating in the hollow.

The stones emit a faint halo of white or blue, which is very dreamy.

"It looks like a studio." Yun Chi affirmed.

I was secretly surprised, just now I clearly felt that this place was very friendly outside the house, but I didn't feel much when I entered the house.

"En." Xiao Guanfeng stared at the person in the painting, frowning tightly.

Yun Chi followed his line of sight and looked over, as if a thunderbolt had struck him, and his heart was terrified.

"Like!" Looking at the painting, and then turned to look at Xiao Guanfeng, Yun Chi was amazed, "It really looks like!"

After seeing more than a dozen paintings in a row, someone's eyes towards Xiao Guanfeng gradually drifted away, his almond eyes narrowed into slits, and the corners of his mouth smirked almost to the ceiling.

Xiao Guanfeng understood the malicious intent in her eyes, and softly argued without confidence, "It's not me."

I'm not that boring yet, and I still can't develop the habit of collecting my own portraits.

"Did I say it was you?" Yun Chi didn't care, and continued to smirk.

Nine out of [-] are similar, even their demeanor is exactly the same, so there are ghosts!

"The clothes are different."

"What is the difference?"

Yun Chi shifted her eyes to the person in the painting again, forgiving that she could count on two hands the people she knew after arriving in Renyu, and she really didn't understand Renyu's extensive and profound clothing culture.

"The runes on the robe are not owned by Human Domain."

In fact, in the human domain, no matter whether it is the lower world or the upper world, no one will embroider runes on the robe.

What's more, the runes on the robes of the people in the painting are exquisite and mysterious, even the well-informed Xiao Guanfeng has never seen them before.

"It's not you, who would it be?"

Xiao Guanfeng shook his head, he had a vague guess in his heart, but he was not sure.

Walking around the room, I found that all the paintings were of the same person, standing or sitting, with all expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Yunchi reached out to remove a stone floating in the air.

The stone is half the size of a palm, and it feels warm to the touch, not like a stone but like warm jade.

After a while, a ray of faint blue light shot out from the stone.

The end of the brilliance spreads out to form a dynamic image, which unfolds slowly in mid-air. It turns out that the man in the painting is practicing sword under a verdant tree.

Seeing the image without hearing the sound is the same as watching a silent color video.

After a video was played, the light beam automatically retracted back into the stone, and then an invisible force pulled the stone back into the air.

This stone can actually take a picture.

It was rare to see a video in another world, and Yun Chi found it interesting to watch the images in seven or eight photo stones in a row.

Like the ink painting hanging on the wall, the people in the large and small picture stones are also the same person.

"Presumably she is a magnificent and passionate woman. Seeing things and thinking about people here relieves her sorrows. It's pitiful, it's a pity..." Yun Chi was quite emotional.

Fu turned to look at Xiao Guanfeng again, blinked his eyes and tilted his head, hoping to find a clue from his eyes, "Are you sure, it's not you?"

No matter how you look at it, the two are very similar.

Meeting her sly and bright gaze, Xiao Guanfeng replied with certainty: "No!"

"That's good."

She doesn't want her husband to be missed by another woman, or to be missed forever.

Yun Chi smiled at Xiao Guanfeng.

Then he straightened up, felt a feeling in his heart and turned into a bad poet, and recited a bad poem casually:
"Since ancient times, being passionate and leaving nothing to hate, being sad hurts the liver and lungs; it's better to be a heartless ghost, and let the delicate flowers be taken by you; I want to..."

It has no connotation and is very vulgar. It fell into Xiao Guanfeng's ears, but it tasted another meaning.

As the saying goes, unintentional words are the most sincere, Xiao Guanfeng was very dissatisfied and wanted to beat someone up.

The poetic person turned her head casually, and when she met the man's dark and dark eyes, she lacked confidence, her voice became smaller and smaller, and the desire to survive drove the conversation to change:
"...I want to be infatuated with the golden wind, when I have three thousand blue threads and no regrets; in this life, I only wish to have one heart, and be happy with each other day and night."

After finishing the poem, Yun Chi stared at Xiao Guanfeng with a guilty smile, for fear that he would settle accounts after the fall.

Xiao Guanfeng took a deep look at her, his meaning was unclear, "It's because the heart of spring is in turmoil, and there is no basis for the dream of spring."

Then he passed her and walked out of the bamboo house.

Leaving Yunchi messy in the wind.

A slip of the foot will become eternal hatred, he sighed as if resigned to his fate, and quickly followed the man's pace.

Go back to the grove smoke boat.

When Yun Chi found out that he was actually the opportunity for the appearance of the bamboo house on the top of the mountain, he was surprised on the face, but Xiao Jiujiu was very arrogant in his heart.

It took a long time before he hesitated and tentatively said: "You said it is possible, I said just in case, this thing."

Lifting the space stone hanging around his neck, he felt lucky in his heart, "Is this something belonging to my Wolf Clan? Or even, this is my thing?"

Since she can be reborn into this world from the 21st century, it is impossible for her to live in another unknown world before becoming a human in the 21st century.

Or, she is originally from this world, and because of some kind of opportunity, she went to the 21st century for a short time, and it is unknown to return to the original world when the time comes.

Other than that, she couldn't think of any other possibility that would lead to her unusual familiarity with this place.

"Even if it once belonged to you, it is now my Xiao family's property." With a fluttering word, the coffin was concluded.

"It doesn't make sense."

Yun Chi pursed his lips, rolled his eyes in his heart, and turned his head to look at the large expanse of elixir and spirit grass in the distant fields, no longer entangled in this topic.

Xiao Guanfeng also looked into the distance.

The woman in front of him seems to be inextricably linked with the Xiao family, and maybe even with the deceased ancestor.

Also, who is the man in the bamboo house?
Why is it so similar to myself?
Could he be the ancestor who ascended to the upper world and returned?

And who drew him?

With so many paintings and photos, I seem to spend my whole life remembering them.

There are too many unsolved mysteries, Xiao Guanfeng's mind is in a state of confusion, and he can't figure it out clearly.

(End of this chapter)