Zhao Yisu casually removed the barrier in the room: "This is my experience in drawing talismans. It's all practical information. Write it down and give it to that person. If you train him, I will have another money tree in my hand in the future!"
At the same time, he stood up in a panic, raised his head and drank a pot of cold tea on Jiang Yunchen's table: "I'm leaving!"
Feng Feng Huohuo opened the door and was about to step out when she met Qian Baocheng leading that person out of her room next door.
The two sides almost collided head on.
Qian Baocheng: "I..."
Zhao Yisu grabbed that person and said, "Follow me."
Then he threw a storage bag to Qian Baocheng: "There are some things in here that may have medicinal value. You can take it to Lingyun Bao Shop and ask someone who knows the goods to make a price list."
Qian Baocheng didn't finish his sentence. He swallowed it back into his stomach and said, "Okay." He turned around and trotted away with the storage bag.
Zhao Yisu dragged that person back to Jiang Yunchen's room: "Let's talk about it here."
Jiang Yunchen: "Heh."
Does that mean, do I agree?
But in the end, it was just a "heh" that didn't drive the person away, but his eyes fell on the person Zhao Yisu was holding on to, as if he was trying to burn a hole in the other person's hand.
The pressure of his spiritual consciousness couldn't help but leak out a little, and for that third-grade so-and-so, it was enough to make cold sweat break out on his forehead.
Zhao Yisu glanced over keenly and said to Jiang Yunchen, "Tsk, this is one of our own."
As he spoke, his hands relaxed naturally, and he sat across the table from that person.
Jiang Yunchen then closed his eyes and meditated beside the bed.
That person is still the same as before, wearing a mask on his face, but he has changed into a more refined outfit from head to toe. The eyes under the mask glanced slightly in Jiang Yunchen's direction, seeming to understand something.
He pretended not to know.
He opened his mouth and said to Zhao Yisu, "Am I a cash cow?"
Zhao Yisu was suddenly choked and laughed awkwardly: "Did you hear that?"
The man who wanted to drink water shook the teapot and found that it was empty. He paused for a moment, and when he lifted it up again, there was a jade pot on the table that was many times more exquisite than the teapot in the inn. He even took out a jade pot. Matching cup.
He poured himself a bowl of green tea, and the aroma of tea immediately spread in the room: "It's no surprise that Juechen Jiuzi was originally established to make money, but you came to me too late. I thought that in those days, Zhang After the auction is held, you will come to me to teach me how to draw talismans."
Zhao Yisu didn't mince words and said directly: "I planned to teach you how to draw talismans earlier, but you just drew a picture of the demon soul's nirvana. For this reason, I went through a lot of troubles to investigate your identity..."
The relaxed expression under the mask was slightly tense: "Then you are willing to teach me now, have you already found out?"
Zhao Yisu: "Yes, Yun Xuanqing."
Yun Xuanqing was silent for a moment when she was unexpectedly called a name that no one had called for many years.
Under the gaze of Zhao Yisu, a fifth-grade monk, although he is only a third-grade beginner, he is still very stable, and his magnanimity is better than most ordinary monks outside.
After a while, he regained his composure in pouring and drinking tea, and asked: "What is the Nirvana diagram of the demon soul you are talking about?"
Zhao Yisu chuckled: "I thought you would ask me how I found out your identity first. As expected, a painting geek is a painting geek, and what he cares most about is pictures."
She then briefly explained the situation, including the allusion to Shenxi Mausoleum and the process of using Xiao Youan's power to investigate his identity.
After hearing this, Yun Xuanqing murmured: "It turns out that picture is actually the picture of the demon soul's nirvana."
Zhao Yisu: "So you don't even know about Shenxi Mausoleum, so how did you see that picture?"
Yun Xuanqing said: "There are tributes from all directions in the palace, which have been preserved from generation to generation. I have a noble status since I was a child. I have been destined to inherit the entire country since I was born. I can take whatever is in the palace's private treasury." Yes, maybe I accidentally opened the picture album and saw it in it."
The situation was probably similar to what Zhao Yisu had guessed.
Jiang Yunchen suddenly asked: "Can you still find that picture album?"
Zhao Yisu glanced at him: "Looking at you meditating with your eyes closed next to me, I thought you didn't care, but ended up eavesdropping on every word."
"I've seen so many picture albums since I was a child that I can't remember them all. What's more, in order to improve my painting skills, I have given up the throne, which is equivalent to defecting from the country. I will never go back in this mortal world."
Zhao Yisu: "So you have already inherited the throne before you entered the world of cultivation?"
"To be precise, it was the day he inherited the throne."
Maybe the secret had been suppressed for too long, and finally had an outlet to vent it. Yun Xuanqing started talking non-stop:
"There are so many sufferings in the mortal world. Since I entered the world of cultivation, I have heard too many stories of blood and tears of ordinary people. I already know that I should be content to be born in the royal family. But even so, if I were asked to choose again, I would not go back. To that cage.
"The surname Yun has brought me glory and wealth, but it has also given me the shackles of my life. The education, food, clothing, housing and transportation I have received since childhood are completely different from those of my brothers and sisters. Isn't it a kind of isolation that everyone respects me? If I hadn't placed my passion on paintings, I might have died in depression before I reached my peak.
"So I have been looking for a way to leave the throne. My father is obviously the person I respect and love the most in my life, but he passed away and his body was not yet cold, but I am not even qualified to wear mourning or carry the coffin. I must Immediately put on a yellow robe, ascend to the throne of God, sit on the dragon chair where my father once sat, and enjoy the congratulations of all the people...ha."
He smiled bitterly: "When I thought about that scene, I felt so uncomfortable that I vomited, but no one cared about it. Who told me that my surname was Yun? So that day I decided to escape from the palace... You can't imagine how I got out. Yes, I hid in my father's coffin and was carried out of the capital in a grand manner."
The atmosphere in the room had already calmed down, and Yun Xuanqing expressed too much bitterness in a few words.
"I hid immediately after leaving the city, fearing that people would find me, but I found that no one cared about me. I was gone, and my family brothers changed their surnames, ascended the throne for me, and maintained the unification of the world. Can you understand? It turns out that my Existence is worthless. I am just a skin with the surname Yun. As for who is in the skin, it doesn’t actually matter. The funny thing is that I have worked hard for this skin for more than twenty years...
"After I stepped into Fuxi Mountain, I changed my name, but until now, I don't know what to name myself besides Yun. I probably still have a sense of awe for the emperor's surname..."
Zhao Yisu: "So you just can't afford anything and call yourself that person with a smile."
Yun Xuanqing nodded.
Zhao Yisu: "If it weren't for the Nirvana Diagram of the Demonic Soul, I wouldn't be interested in whether you are an emperor or a commoner."
Pretending to be relaxed, she took out a bamboo slip and said, "I only care about whether your money tree can bring down enough money."
When she said this, her consciousness was in a trance for a moment - did the system only care about whether she, a tool, could complete the task? As for her identity, the system is not interested at all.
That person picked up the bamboo slips on the table and found that what was written on it was the experience of drawing talisman, and said: "Being able to be used means that I still have value. If the process of realizing value does not violate principles, and can achieve the same goal as my hobby by different routes, it can be a money tree. So why bother?”
His words swept away the depression just now, and instead brought a bit of open-mindedness after getting rid of the shackles, making Zhao Yisu look at him slightly stunned.
That person almost immediately felt the pressure from Jiang Yunchen's consciousness, and he quickly picked up the bamboo slip and said goodbye: "If you have any questions, wait until I finish reading the bamboo slip."
