Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 83

Dressed in a brown and black robe, full of a strong and simple scholarly temperament, sitting in front of a low table with a straight figure.

Holding a brush in hand, a lifelike giant eagle is drawn on the rice paper under the brush, as if the giant eagle is about to break free from the rice paper.

A gentle, elegant and handsome face with a proper smile, peaked eyebrows like ink paintings, slanted into the temples, brown eyes shining with folds of wisdom, as if everything in the world is in the mind.

On the head is a brown and black crown, with a black gem dotted in the middle of the crown, which shines brightly in the candlelight.

The silver and black hat ropes at both ends of the crown hang down on the chest, blending with the long brown hair hanging on the chest around the neck.

The person in front of him vividly displayed the word 'elegance', making it unforgettable at a glance.

Yan Dongqing waved his hand lightly, and a sitting cattail appeared on the opposite ground, looked at Fan Qingtian with a refined smile and said indifferently, "Young Master Fan, please."

Nodding slightly, Fan Qingtian also walked in unceremoniously, and sat opposite Yan Dongqing.

Looking at the indifferent Fan Qingtian, Yan Dongqing's eyes flickered slightly, and then asked, "I don't know what kind of deal Young Master Fan wants to do with Qianji Pavilion?"

Calmly looking at Yan Dongqing, Fan Qingtian felt a bit of unhappiness in his heart. For some reason, when Fan Qingtian saw the person in front of him, it suddenly reminded her of Ye Duchen, especially those eyes Hidden scheming.

The symbolic test sensed Yan Dongqing's internal strength, but Fan Qingtian couldn't detect Yan Dongqing's strength at all. A cold light flashed across his eyes. Fan Qingtian knew very well that the person in front of him was not as gentle as he looked on the outside. Refined, a hint of vigilance could not help but rise in his heart.

With a calm expression on his face, Fan Qingtian said indifferently, "If the owner of the workshop is from Qianji Pavilion, then it doesn't matter if I tell you what deal you want to do with Qianji Pavilion."

Obviously, Fan Qingtian refused to tell Yan Dongqing what she wanted to do with Qianji Pavilion. Although she said she just wanted to exchange the alchemy furnace, since Fan Qingtian didn't like Yan Dongqing, he naturally didn't want to say anything to him.

Fan Qingtian doesn't want to make a second mistake. Although things are insignificant, sometimes insignificant events can often turn things around.

"Oh, since Mr. Fan doesn't want to talk to the owner of this workshop, it's okay. Just drink a glass of wine first. After I finish this painting, I will take you to Qianji Pavilion immediately." Yan Dongqing didn't show any displeasure on his face. look, with an elegant smile.

Putting down the hand holding the pen, he poured a glass of wine for Fan Qingtian and stopped talking. He wrote again on the rice paper to add the eyes of the unfinished giant eagle.

Fan Qingtian didn't pick up the wine that Yan Dongqing had poured into his belly, and watched Yan Dongqing add eyes to the giant eagle's eyes indifferently and quietly.

A ray of silver-white spiritual power flowed from the tip of the pen, mixed with the pen and ink, and blended into the giant eagle painted on rice paper. Fan Qingtian's eyes flickered slightly when he saw this, and he calmly waited for Yan Dongqing to finish painting the giant eagle.

After finishing the last stroke, Yan Dongqing put the brush in his hand on the pen stand, and said calmly, "I kept you waiting."

"It's okay, can you take me to Qianji Pavilion now?" Fan Qingtian asked indifferently.

"Of course." After saying that, Yan Dongqing picked up the rice paper with the giant eagle on the table and stood up slowly.

With a light wave of Yan Dongqing's hand, the attic on the fifth floor suddenly appeared white, and the scene changed immediately.

Afterwards, Fan Qingtian and Yan Dongqing stood on the top of the empty open-air attic. There was no roof above their heads, and everything around them disappeared.

The pitch-black night sky was full of stars, and the bright moonlight shone on Fan Qingtian and Yan Dongqing, each exuding a different aura.

"Fangzhu's yin and yang technique is really superb. I never thought there would be such a master in Mu Country." Fan Qingtian stood up slowly and said calmly.

"It's nothing more than a small skill. Since Mr. Fan can see that what I'm using is yin and yang, not illusion, Mr. Fan is also a well-informed and extraordinary person."

There is a substantial difference between illusion and yin and yang. Illusion is a partial method of formation, which uses formation to give people an illusion.

On the other hand, Yin Yang does not use illusions, but real existence, but needs to use a medium to transform objects.

But the yin-yang technique and the illusion look the same, and Fan Qingtian was able to explain it straight away, which really made Yan Dongqing look different.

And Fan Qingtian already knew that the scenes just now were created by Yin-Yang techniques, and just seeing the giant eagle in Yan Dongqing's pen made him even more sure that the scenes were caused by Yin-Yang techniques.

Fan Qingtian originally intended to recruit onmyojis. After all, very few people could become onmyojis, but seeing the strangeness in Yan Dongqing's heart at that moment, Fan Qingtian gave up.

With a gentle smile on his face, he paused for a while before Fan Qingtian could speak, Yan Dongqing continued, "Young Master Fan can't do things for me, it seems that it's because of the small temple of Geyanfang that Young Master Fan doesn't like. , if possible, Yan Dongqing is willing to be friends with Young Master Fan."

Under such circumstances, even if Fan Qingtian wanted to reject Yan Dongqing, he couldn't follow his mood, with a smile on his face, Fan Qingtian nodded slightly and said, "It's an honor to be friends with Fangzhu. "

"Ha, Fanqing, it's too unfamiliar to be called Fangzhu, just call me Dongqing." Yan Dongqing smiled gently.

"Brother Dongqing." Fan Qingtian said indifferently following Yan Dongqing's meaning.

Smiling loudly, Yan Dongqing said in a dignified and pleasant voice, "I have friendship with the people in Qianji Pavilion, I think they won't make things difficult for you for my sake, let's go without further ado. "

I saw Yan Dongqing raised the rice paper with a giant eagle in his hand, followed by Yan Dongqing's hands, and suddenly heard the cry of an eagle, and the giant eagle painted on it suddenly appeared in the sky.

The huge bird's body covered the sky and the sun, its black wings flapped in mid-air, and a strong wind blew around it.

The sharp green eagle eyes are like two small lanterns, ignoring the obstacles of the night at all.

"Then thank you, Brother Dongqing." Fan Qingtian looked at the giant eagle flying in mid-air, thinking dimly in his heart, if she couldn't find a suitable onmyoji to recruit for her own use, at worst she could train a talented people become an Onmyoji.

After all, if Fan Qingtian wants to subvert the Shenguang Pagoda, it will not be accomplished overnight. In a place like the Shenguang Pagoda, where there are countless powerful people, she must be fully prepared no matter what. Besides, Ye Duchen has absorbed Her divine source, Ye Duchen at the moment is probably even more difficult to deal with.

"Fan Qing will be offended if he says such a thing, let's go." Yan Dongqing said with a gentle smile.

Then with a wave of his hand, the giant eagle swooped down and stopped in front of the two of them.

(End of this chapter)