Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

The two walked for a long time, the sky became darker and the rain became heavier, covering Qingyun Mountain with a layer of mist.

The spring rain moisturizes things silently, but there are no raindrops, but they are soft water droplets, hanging on human hair, eyelashes, and staining clothes and skirts, making it a bit chilly.

Fearing that they would run into Qing Yun sect disciples again, the two went up the mountainside in the opposite direction from before.

Walking through the forest of crown trees, when the humidity hits, Ruyi stretches out her hand to fiddle with the damp hair and put it behind her ears. This light and small movement brings a bit of girlish playfulness.

After leaving the incident where there were two sticks of incense, the eyes suddenly became clear, and there was a green lake at the end of the forest.

The drizzle made the water smoke dense on the lake surface, and the mountains and lakes were all soaked in haze.

There is a plank road built of dilapidated wood by the lake, and a person sits on the head, wearing a coir raincoat and fishing.

It is really the harmony of the lake and the spring breeze. The surface of the lake has no wind mirror and has not been polished. Looking at the green clouds, mountains and rivers, it looks like a green snail in the silver plate.

Ruyi is in a trance for a moment, this spring scene is like a splash-ink landscape painting, full of artistic conception.

She froze in place for a long while, unable to bear to break this quiet moment, until Bai Qinghan urged her to pull the hem of her skirt and step onto the shallow grass and rocky beach by the lake.

The two walked up the plank road, wanting to ask the man in coir raincoat for directions.

The man was motionless, his body was like a Buddha statue.

Ruyi asked softly: "Do you know that there is an old man named Tietou Zhao in Qingyun Mountain?"

"Shh!"

The man issued a silence command.

He has been dealing with a big fish in the lake for several days, squatting here every day, sitting for a whole day, and finally found fresh oak larvae as ear food. The fishing line moved slightly, as if there was a tendency to take the bait, but The big fish in the lake was startled by two people who came out of nowhere and spoke like this, but it didn't even touch the bait, and walked away with a shake.

"It's all your fault!"

The man stood up abruptly and yelled fiercely at the two of them.

The moment he got up, the water droplets on the coir raincoat trembled and splashed on the two of them.The remaining water droplets and mist that clung to his body condensed into rain and dew, which dripped to the ground along the uneven edges of the coir raincoat.

When he looked up, the two realized that under the bamboo hat was the face of an octogenarian. The years had carved deep marks on his face. His two thick white eyebrows half covered his eyes, and his disheveled and curly hair had probably already grown out. Bai and the same messy beard around his lips got together, making countless knots.

Ruyi only took a quick glance, but noticed a long and narrow scar next to the old man's garlic nose, the scar was sunken down, cut straight to the corner of his lips, entangled ferociously on his face.

There are no scabs on the scars, and the flesh has grown. It should be the injury suffered many years ago.

Ruyi thought, no matter who this old man is, he must have a story.

"I'm really sorry." Ruyi said apologetically, "Old man, do you know that there is a powerful blacksmith named Tietou Zhao in Qingyun Mountain? If you know his residence, can you tell me a little bit?"

The old man threw his fishing rod to the ground, took out a small bottle of wine from the basket next to the fishing rod, uncorked the cork, took a sip, and pursed his lips, saying: "Iron Head Zhao? He's already dead!"

"Dead..." Ruyi's heart sank, she finally found Qingyun Mountain, hoping that Iron Head Zhao could recast Changfeng, but she didn't expect that he had already passed away.The two walked for a long time, the sky became darker and the rain became heavier, covering Qingyun Mountain with a layer of mist.

The spring rain moisturizes things silently, but there are no raindrops, but they are soft water droplets, hanging on human hair, eyelashes, and staining clothes and skirts, making it a bit chilly.

Fearing that they would run into Qing Yun sect disciples again, the two went up the mountainside in the opposite direction from before.

Walking through the forest of crown trees, when the humidity hits, Ruyi stretches out her hand to fiddle with the damp hair and put it behind her ears. This light and small movement brings a bit of girlish playfulness.

After leaving the incident where there were two sticks of incense, the eyes suddenly became clear, and there was a green lake at the end of the forest.

The drizzle made the water smoke dense on the lake surface, and the mountains and lakes were all soaked in haze.

There is a plank road built of dilapidated wood by the lake, and a person sits on the head, wearing a coir raincoat and fishing.

It is really the harmony of the lake and the spring breeze. The surface of the lake has no wind mirror and has not been polished. Looking at the green clouds, mountains and rivers, it looks like a green snail in the silver plate.

Ruyi is in a trance for a moment, this spring scene is like a splash-ink landscape painting, full of artistic conception.

She froze in place for a long while, unable to bear to break this quiet moment, until Bai Qinghan urged her to pull the hem of her skirt and step onto the shallow grass and rocky beach by the lake.

The two walked up the plank road, wanting to ask the man in coir raincoat for directions.

The man was motionless, his body was like a Buddha statue.

Ruyi asked softly: "Do you know that there is an old man named Tietou Zhao in Qingyun Mountain?"

"Shh!"

The man issued a silence command.

He has been dealing with a big fish in the lake for several days, squatting here every day, sitting for a whole day, and finally found fresh oak larvae as ear food. The fishing line moved slightly, as if there was a tendency to take the bait, but The big fish in the lake was startled by two people who came out of nowhere and spoke like this, but it didn't even touch the bait, and walked away with a shake.

"It's all your fault!"

The man stood up abruptly and yelled fiercely at the two of them.

The moment he got up, the water droplets on the coir raincoat trembled and splashed on the two of them.The remaining water droplets and mist that clung to his body condensed into rain and dew, which dripped to the ground along the uneven edges of the coir raincoat.

When he looked up, the two realized that under the bamboo hat was the face of an octogenarian. The years had carved deep marks on his face. His two thick white eyebrows half covered his eyes, and his disheveled and curly hair had probably already grown out. Bai and the same messy beard around his lips got together, making countless knots.

Ruyi only took a quick glance, but noticed a long and narrow scar next to the old man's garlic nose, the scar was sunken down, cut straight to the corner of his lips, entangled ferociously on his face.

There are no scabs on the scars, and the flesh has grown. It should be the injury suffered many years ago.

Ruyi thought, no matter who this old man is, he must have a story.

"I'm really sorry." Ruyi said apologetically, "Old man, do you know that there is a powerful blacksmith named Tietou Zhao in Qingyun Mountain? If you know his residence, can you tell me a little bit?"

The old man threw his fishing rod to the ground, took out a small bottle of wine from the basket next to the fishing rod, uncorked the cork, took a sip, and pursed his lips, saying: "Iron Head Zhao? He's already dead!"

"Dead..." Ruyi's heart sank, she finally found Qingyun Mountain, hoping that Iron Head Zhao could recast Changfeng, but she didn't expect that he had already passed away.