Qingqiu is difficult

Zijing secretly looked at Xin Yi and saw that this guy was absent-minded and peeking around. If the old painter hadn't stopped him from moving, she would have flown out of the sky long ago.

As the sun set, the boy next to the painter handed over a lamp and shone it on the portrait. Xin Yi looked up and saw that the little boy looked pink and tender, his eyes were like two bright obsidian, and he pursed his lower lip slightly because of nervousness. , with a fleshy face and a very pleasant appearance.

After a while, the painter took out the painting and handed it to Xin Yi.

"The painting is pretty good, but it's a little too realistic." Xin Yi looked at himself, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zijing went up to take a look, took it over and looked at it.

"What I want is realism! If we are separated in the future, I can remember your appearance according to this portrait, right?"

The old painter smiled and stroked his beard: "If the girl is dissatisfied with realism, can you see the red jade next to her ear? When a drop of ink falls, the ear immediately turns into a smelling flower!"

"It's so wonderful, sir, please help me correct it immediately!" As she said that, she was about to grab the drawing paper, but Zijing dodged and waved her fingers to dry the drawing, then rolled it up and held it tightly. Facing Xin Yi, he puffed up his chest and said:

"Pay! As agreed, you treat me, you pay, I take the painting, and we each perform our duties!"

Seeing that he had a childish attitude, Lu Xinyi didn't bother to argue with him, so he pouted and took out eight coins from his purse, and the two of them said goodbye to the old man.

After wandering around the city for about an hour or two, the two of them walked together on the street. After eating and drinking, Zijing stroked his round belly and walked step by step.

Xin Yi thought about it for a long time and still couldn't tell her what she wanted to leave. What tone and identity should she use? Too formal and too casual would make it seem like she didn't regard the other person as a friend.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two of them grew longer and longer. She was the first to speak:

"I used to know a big snake monster. He was as heartless as you, but he lived a very happy life!"

Zijing was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh? You might as well tell me your name, I might even know you!"

She shook her head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed: "It's strange. This person's name was still on her lips just now, but in the blink of an eye, she couldn't remember anything. She only remembered that we were very close, and it seemed like there were many memories. He has been there before."

Touching the newly mounted scroll on his waist, Zijing said a little unnaturally: "Well, if it is a really important person, even if you forget, you will still remember it, right?"

Xin Yi nodded, and the two walked for a long time. Zijing looked at her secretly, and was silent for a long time before holding back a sentence:

"Then...how have you always felt about him?"

Lu Xinyi turned around and looked at him suddenly, his eyes full of doubts.

Zijing hurriedly laughed twice and explained in a panic: "Well, I don't think I miss you so much when you mention him. Besides, the storyteller said that the first to get closer to the water and the tower gets the moon, so I am also suspicious of you..."

Lu Xinyi didn't bother to listen to his explanation. She just looked at him, who was usually such an arrogant and suave person, but now he was timid, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw a flash of green light in the distance, followed by a shrill scream.

Zijing: "It's the witchcraft of Chu State, and someone was harmed!"

The two of them couldn't help but immediately ran towards the place where the screams were coming. After running for about a mile, they saw a green light flashing past, then running into the distance. When they ran closer, they saw a man who was only burned by fire on one side of the road. There was only a broken lantern left, an old man in white fell to the ground, blood splattered from his mouth, and a boy cried holding his body.

"Isn't this the painter we just met?" The two of them looked at each other and walked quickly to the boy. A blood stain fell on the boy's pale face. His eyes were empty, and only endless black pupils could be seen in his eyes. Not a single white spot to be seen.

Zijing hurriedly pulled Xin Yi behind him: "Be careful, he is also from Chu!"

The two of them stared at the boy for a long time, but they saw that the boy had no intention of hurting anyone. Instead, he had too many wounds all over his body, which was constantly overflowing with spiritual power, and all that spiritual power was continuously flowing into the old man's body.

Zijing slowly knelt down and said: "You have been seriously injured and he is dead. Even if you give him all your spiritual power, he will not come back to life. On the contrary, you will lose all your practice."

"I know." The boy said with difficulty, looking up at Zijing.

"I am from the Chu Kingdom. Aweng saved me and raised me, but now he died because of me. I am a sinner. You... kill me."

Xin Yi was confused when he heard Zijing say: "In the past few years, the Chu State has been burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of evil in the surrounding countries, especially the recent rebel army. Among them was a witch who was transformed into a witch by human blood. She often plundered the souls of demons." Cultivation to supplement her own cultivation."

The boy's eyes were full of sorrow, and he was still wiping the blood on the old man's mouth with his sleeves. Zijing handed over a handkerchief in his arms:

"The person who came to kill you just now is also from the Chu country, right? People cannot be resurrected after death, so please accept your condolences!"

The boy did not take the handkerchief, but instead clenched his fist. After a while, as if he had made up his mind, all five claws sprouted sharp armor and stabbed his chest suddenly——

In an instant, countless spiritual energy overflowed, and a bright light blinded the two of them. Lu Xinyi only felt that the scene was ferocious and terrifying. He pulled Zijing's sleeve and heard him sigh:

"He actually destroyed his spiritual base and went against the will of heaven. In this way, he will never have the possibility of cultivating to become a god forever!"

Xin Yi was startled and hurriedly went up to stop him, but before his hand touched the boy, he saw him take out a heart from his chest. The "heart" was emitting a green light and trembling in the dark night.

Lu Xinyi went up to stop him, knelt on the ground, and said eagerly: "Wait a moment, maybe there are other ways to save him. He just gave up his life to save you. Aren't you betraying his pain by doing this?" ?”

The boy's lips turned white and his eyes began to droop. After struggling to smile, he pushed her hand away and pressed the heart directly into the old man's body.

In an instant, the blood all over the old man's body flowed back, and the blood on the ground quickly retraced his steps, as if time had passed and destiny had changed.

The old man's face gradually turned rosy, but the boy sat slumped on the ground.

After a moment, the boy's figure dissipated and turned into a snow-white fox. The old man slowly opened his eyes and only glanced at the white mass on the ground, and he understood most of it.

But he still trembled with his hands, his eyes full of reluctance, and looked at Zijing in disbelief.

"Ruan'er, he...he..."

"He destroyed his spiritual foundation in order to save you."

"Ruan'er! Why are you so confused! I just want you to live, Ruan'er!" The old man threw himself on the snow-white body, crying and crying, as if the world was collapsing and his life was over.

After crying several times, the old man lost his mind and fell to the ground without breathing.