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Chapter 234: Reincarnation (Part )

"Lend me a piece." Qin Jian snorted coldly, and the youngest brother of the master, Jing Bian, felt his hand empty. He lowered his head and found that the black piece on his fingertips had been in the hands of the man who appeared inexplicably. The black piece did not stay in Qin Jian's hand for long. It was thrown out almost as soon as it appeared, hitting the poisonous snake in the vital spot. The head that was spitting out bright red tongue instantly lost its fighting power and fell limply, lying at Qin Jian's feet.

"There's an assassin! Come here!"

This time, the one who made the sharp scream was the waiter nearby. The people in the room, who had not yet come to their senses, finally became chaotic, and hurried footsteps sounded from all directions.

I didn't expect to alarm so many people in the painting, and I didn't know what impact their fight in the ancient painting would have on the picture. Qin Jian's mind changed, and fine sand rose from the ground. The wind blew, the fine sand danced, and everyone raised their hands to cover their eyes, and a transparent figure appeared invisibly. Seeing this, Qin Jian lightly raised his toes and picked up the snake. The snake turned into a ribbon in the air again, and wrapped around the figure in the void.

Being tied up again, Yanyan did not look unhappy. Instead, she turned around, glanced at Qin Jian with seductive eyes, and sighed: "Mr. Qin's methods really make people love and fear."

Before Qin Jian could answer, Yanyan repeated her old trick and ran towards the chaotic crowd in three or two steps, knocking over a pile of exquisite lacquerware food boxes, stepping on the exquisite pastries that rolled to the ground, and crashing into the screen behind her without hesitation. The screen did not fall, and there was no sound of impact. Yanyan disappeared silently in front of the screen as if she had sunk into water, without even leaving a ripple.

This time, the silk ribbon was not in Qin Jian's hand. Seeing that Yanyan was about to enter another space with the silk ribbon, Qin Jian did not care about the mess behind him. While returning the borrowed black piece to Jing Bian's hand, he grabbed the last section of bamboo green silk ribbon outside the screen and jumped into the screen with the power of disappearance.

There was no wind in the room, but a page of the book on the table was turned. The man who was about to take a rest heard the slight sound and leaned over to see what was going on, but heard a loud clang. This time the noise was even louder, and the teacup on the table fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

"Is it windy?" The woman who was taking off the man's veil stopped and looked back in confusion, only to see a woman in strange clothes appearing out of nowhere. She didn't know how, but she stood on the table. The wind seemed to be brought by her, and of course the teacup was kicked over by her.

"you……"

Before the woman could finish her words of rebuke, a strange-looking shoe suddenly appeared in front of her. Looking up along the shoe, a man gradually appeared. He had a handsome face and an indifferent expression, like a god in heaven. He was holding the woman's belt in his hand. Could it be that a demon had entered the mansion, causing the saint to appear? The woman's chaotic brain stopped working, and she stared blankly at everything in front of her, until she was awakened again by screams one after another. It was the maid who was making the bed.

"Sorry for the offense." Qin Jian whispered, and without caring whether the other party heard it or not, he tightened the silk ribbon in his hand.

"Are you so anxious to get close to me?" Yanyan turned over deftly, and when she looked back, she saw He Si's face. He Si was different from the others. Although she had tried to seduce He Si several times in front of the Buddha, she was repeatedly interrupted by He Si. Now she was forcibly transforming herself with her memory, but she only had the appearance of the skin but not the bones, and her body and soul were extremely inharmonious.

Qin Jian naturally did not want to see the face of the man he loved on Yanyan, nor did he want to quarrel with him in front of other people's women, so he swung his right hand vigorously, and the silk ribbon like a whip flew towards the landscape screen behind the house, and Yanyan, who was entangled in it, couldn't help but crash into the screen.

The maids screamed even louder, but the tragic collision and splashing blood they expected did not appear. They could only watch the woman who was standing on the table a second ago being swallowed by the screen, and the man with extraordinary demeanor followed closely behind her with a flick of his sleeves, also disappearing into the screen. Except for the pages of the book and the broken teacup that were flipped by the wind, everything that had just happened was like a dream without a purpose. And for Qin Jian, this time of time and space conversion was also like a dream - unlike the previous time when he stepped from the studio into the painting, or from the place where the four brothers played chess to the side of the beauty's couch, time and space were transformed in one step, smooth and silky, but this time, he has not been able to reach the landscape painted on the last screen, only to feel that his body was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, floating in the boundless ink traces, helpless everywhere, like falling into a sea of ​​smoke.

Qin Jian knew that it was Yanyan who took action.

When Yanyan escaped into the mirror before, he had forced the chess game on the screen into the mirror, catching Yanyan off guard. But the two of them seemed to have entered the painting, but in fact they were still in the mirror. Yanyan came to her senses and began to pull him between reality and the painting. It was both real and fake, like a dream. The ink in front of him was the real object in the painting, and also the landscape in the painting. Qin Jian was temporarily trapped in a maze and couldn't find a place to settle.

"What a pity, Qin Jian, this is my place after all."

Yanyan's voice rumbled like thunder and filled the whole world. The ink mark in front of Qin Jian's eyes suddenly turned upside down. He was originally still floating, but he felt his body become heavy, and then he fell rapidly - now he found the mountains and rivers in the screen, with mountains upon mountains, thick clouds and mist, and from the green there came the unique fragrance after the rain, wet and lingering around his nose.

Qin Jian didn't rush to save himself, and let his body fall down. When he could see the dewdrops rolling on a green leaf, he turned a small dice on his fingertips, and the speed of falling immediately slowed down. At the same time, a fresh ink mark spread over the landscape, and the long arc was like the trail left by an airplane passing through the clouds, just passing by Qin Jian's feet. He followed the ink mark and slowly walked into the forest.

The person in front of him was the real Panlong Mirror. From the moment she appeared, everything became clear.

The light wind and drizzle drifted away, and the sun rose, covering the mountains and forests with a thin layer of golden gauze. Qin Jian took a deep breath of the mountain air, then raised his eyes with disdain and said: "Mirror Domain has always been my place, even if you are a mirror."

There was still no sign of nervousness in Yanyan's eyes. She leaned against the tree trunk and asked, "How did you find out?"

"It's like looking at a painting. At first glance, it's like looking at flowers in the fog, blurry and chaotic, but as time goes by, more and more clues appear. All it takes is a thread to unravel the mystery, and all the puzzles will be solved."

"Oh, really, no wonder you rejected my suggestion to go to Washington," Yanyan shifted her weight from her left foot to her right foot, still leaning lazily against the tree trunk, "You just invited me to see the painting with you, and I thought you cared about me and were worried about me being alone outside. Now it seems that you are worried about your friends. You are afraid that the journey is too long and you won't be able to take care of them."

"Not only that, I'm also worried that you've tampered with the two paintings. I won't be able to see my past reincarnations, and I'll have given away my soul bottle in vain."

"Now that you know my true identity, you should know that what I said before was just to fool you. Even if you find the original work, you will not be able to see past memories from it."

This time, Qin Jian finally smiled, as bright as the sky after snow. He looked at Yanyan and said confidently, "Miss Tan, you know what kind of lie is the most true - three parts false and seven parts true."