Jiang Wang tensed up, controlled his body, and landed steadily on the high platform on the second floor.
Shirakawa Ling's Taoist skills are indeed stronger than Wuhou's. Although Jiang Wang always felt that Wuhou did not use all his abilities, he still exerted at least 70%. Even if there is a gap between the two, it should not be big.
But Shirakawa Ayakatsu has very strong explosive power.
He raised his eyes and saw Zhao Si. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Shirakawa Ling walking out of the room.
The maid outside the door had been knocked unconscious by the falling lantern.
Shirakawa Ling's hand directly grabbed the back of Zhao Si's neck.
Jiang Wang looked calm on the surface, but inside he was a little panicked. He had miscalculated.
Before coming, I didn't expect that Shirakawa Ling's identity would be completely exposed, which caused a slight change in the battle situation, directly covering the entire Chunyi Pavilion.
Zhao Si was probably scared to pee at this moment.
But soon Jiang Wang discovered that something was not right about the situation.
Because someone suddenly pinched the back of Destiny's neck, Zhao Bang turned around subconsciously, and Shirakawa Ling's expression suddenly changed.
"Girl, what are you doing?"
Zhao Si was a little nervous.
Baichuan Ling's face changed several times, and she slowly let go of the back of Zhao Si's neck.
When Jiang Wang saw this, although he didn't understand it, he rushed up to the third floor immediately, stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Si, and then kicked Shirakawa Ling away.
Zhao Si was shocked and said: "Vulgar, too vulgar, Jiang, you are not a son of a man!"
He made a gesture to help Shirakawa Ling.
Jiang Wang also grabbed the back of his neck and said, "Don't be carried away by the beauty. This is a charmer, a big monster that harms living creatures."
Zhao Si said blankly: "Is the monster so good-looking?"
Jiang Wang said: "Ao Yin is actually very good-looking, but it's a pity that he is a male."
Zhao Si had never seen Ao Yin and could not imagine it, but the girl in front of him was so delicate, how could she be a monster?
Shirakawa Ling stood up silently, patted the dirt on her dress, and said softly: "In the eyes of monks, all charms are red and pink skeletons, but there is not only one way to become a charm."
"If you can find your true self and strengthen your remnant soul, you can use the Taoist practices of the great demon to break away from the ancient artifacts. However, such charms will be weaker and the probability of success is extremely low."
Jiang Wang frowned and said, "Are you trying to say that you have never harmed any living being?"
Shirakawa Ling said: "When I was a great demon, I killed countless creatures, but since I fell in the Battle of Mozhang and lived as a monster, I have only harmed a few people."
Her eyes glanced at Zhao Si, then on Jiang Wang, and said: "Although spies are transformed into the remnant souls of great demons, not all great demons can leave their remnant souls when they die."
"Because I am a remnant soul, I have no past Taoism, and my memory is also missing. Many monsters even don't remember that they were once great monsters. I am considered a very lucky one."
"Although I don't have all the memories of the past, there are still some intermittent scenes. This also gives me the opportunity to achieve Mei'er. These words are not sophistry, but just stating the facts."
Jiang Wang was silent.
Ye Youshen's voice rang in his mind, "Such a situation does exist."
Jiang Wang looked at Shirakawa Ling and asked, "Then what is your purpose of staying in Chunyi Pavilion?"
Shirakawa Ling stared at Zhao Si.
Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows, he could faintly smell the smell of dog blood.
Shirakawa Aya said calmly: "I have a story."
Jiang Wang refused to listen.
Shirakawa Ling said to herself: "I only remember fragments of the Battle of Mozhang. It seems that in order to kill Mozhang, the monks at the top of the world worked together. That battle was very tragic, so the so-called great demon, A lot of them are just soldiers.”
"I died in the hands of a warrior, but I can't remember his face."
Jiang Wang thought to himself, is the timeline at the beginning of this story too long?
"When I was about to lose my soul, a trace of my remaining soul escaped. There were either great demons or great monks around me. It was difficult for me to attach myself to them."
"Fortunately, there are artifacts that have not been destroyed in the ruins of the battlefield, but I have been looking for them for a long time. When the remaining souls were about to completely dissipate, I saw a pen."
"I spent a long time in a deep sleep, until one day, I regained consciousness. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a large mansion, and someone was holding a pen and writing a memorial."
"That man was an official of the court. He was facing a desperate situation. I just looked at him, like a fallen doll. I had to learn everything again. He 'taught' me a lot, until he was chained Tied up, with countless eyes watching, I witnessed his death with my own eyes."
"I was sealed in a box with only darkness for a long time. After I saw the light of day again, I was in the hands of a wealthy businessman, a scholar, or even a hooker woman. I watched through the eyes of one person after another. All kinds of things in the world.”
"In the spring of the seventh year of Changping, a poor scholar got the pen. He was very ill, his family was very poor, and he was alone day and night."
"He can compose poetry and lyrics, and he is full of ambitions, but his articles ultimately become the ladder for others to achieve success."
"He was depressed every day and cried in his arms at night. One day, he went out and took a long time to come back. On that day, someone broke in and he lost his life, but he held the hand tightly Holding that pen, the color of blood is very dazzling."
"The pen was finally filled with rage, but I had no way to leave. Fortunately, the government office soon heard the news and arrived. I also saw the person who killed the scholar. He was standing behind a noble prince. Even the governor's office was very polite to that noble young master."
"Your young master is more knowledgeable than a scholar. He took away the pen, and my chance came..."
"But I didn't expect that the noble prince was accompanied by a heavenly master. His pen was broken and I was also facing the end of dissipation. Fortunately, there was a person nearby who was observing the landscape and painting with his pen."
...
Jiang Wang was always looking for an opportunity to interrupt Shirakawa Ling, but these words made him subconsciously look at Zhao Si, who was paying full attention to the story.
And Zhao Si is an idiot.
He seemed to be immersed in the scene, with tears streaming down his face.
Shirakawa Ling only paused for a moment, which caused Jiang Wang to miss the opportunity to interrupt the story, although he didn't really want to interrupt anymore at the moment.
"The pen in his hand was very ordinary, but for some reason, it was very spiritual. I used that pen to escape without being noticed by the heavenly master. Because of my serious injury, I tried to absorb human essence for the first time. But don’t dare to be greedy for too much.”
"The painter is like a poor scholar. His home is very shabby and he has no other people. He has nothing else to do except paint every day, but in fact his paintings are very bad."
Jiang Wang curled his lips.
Zhao Si raised his eyebrows. Painters as talented as himself were indeed rare in the world.
Shirakawa Aya was still talking, "He was painting, and I was watching him paint. Day after day, he gradually became haggard, and I became more energetic."
"He cherished that pen very much and wiped it three times every day. He once only painted landscapes, and this was the first time he started painting people. However, he had very high requirements, so he wandered around Goulan, vowing to find the most beautiful oiran. "
"But he has no money, so he can only squat at the door and watch. He doesn't care when others drive him away. He always enjoys it."
Jiang Wang looked at Zhao Si with contempt on his face.
Then I subconsciously thought about it. I just said it casually in the restaurant at that time. Could it be that my arm was really broken while listening to music on the hook?
And Zhao Si's expression also changed somewhat.
Why does the story about the painter seem so familiar?
"Until one day, I saw the noble young master in the hook, and the forgotten memory seemed to resurface again. I even remembered the scene of the Battle of Mozhang, and the opportunity to become a charmer appeared."
"I left the pen briefly. The painter was still painting in the room by the moonlight. I didn't talk to him. I just wanted to leave quietly. But maybe he saw my figure. When I went to take revenge, he didn't To truly achieve Mei'er, I failed again."
"He appeared when he was about to die."
"I never knew what he was thinking, but he tore up the talisman of the Heavenly Master, and I was able to escape again. When I found the painter's home, I only saw him lying on the couch with one arm missing."
Zhao Si's body was trembling.
He stared at Shirakawa Ling closely.
Shirakawa Ling was also looking at him and said softly: "The painter is very poor, and I was also seriously injured. I fought hard to completely dissipate the danger, so I used the demonic energy to help him stop the bleeding so that he could survive. Because of that day... The painter is still searching for my traces, so I chose to leave so that the painter would not be implicated."
"It took six years to finally become a charmer, but your young master is not from Huncheng. I traveled half of the sandalwood before I finally killed him. Compared to killing your young master, I am more eager to see him again. That painter.”
"But when I came to Huncheng, the painter's original home was already empty. At this moment, I saw the Celestial Master again."
"His ability to draw talismans is stronger. Although he can't help Mei'er, he is very lucky. He may have met a more powerful heavenly master, and he has talismans that can control Mei'er."
"I failed to kill him, but was injured instead, so I hid in Chunyi Pavilion, waiting for an opportunity to move, hoping to see the figure squatting at the door again, but I didn't find the opportunity before, and someone was looking for me right after. Immortals are coming in droves."
Shirakawa Ling stared into Zhao Si's eyes and said: "Because the artist's painting paper is very white, his haggard face is also very white, and his character is even more pure, so I gave myself the surname Bai."
Paper is a very common thing in the Sui Dynasty. Sometimes you don't even need to spend money to buy it. Shops will give it away for events. Even paper with high quality materials is also very cheap. Therefore, no matter how poor the scholars are, they will not be short of paper. They are short of paper. Just opportunity.
Zhao Si looked very pale at this moment.
He looked at Shirakawa Ling in disbelief.
This is a story about a monster and many people.
It’s also a story about a painter.
But from Zhao Si's perspective, this is not the case.
Because he is obsessed with painting, no one appreciates him, but he still firmly believes that he will achieve something in the future.
Until one day, he was painting a portrait, and what he painted was a very beautiful girl.
When he accidentally raised his eyes, he saw the back figure under the moonlight.
Just like the figure in his painting.
Although it may be idiotic.
But his first thought at that time was that the painting he painted came to life.
The girl in the painting really came out.
He felt that he was indeed gifted.
But the girl just left.
Zhao Si naturally disagreed.
This will be your opportunity to make a name for yourself.
He gave chase without any hesitation.
It's like it's already been decided.
Although Zhao Si lost track of him.
But just when he was peeing, he saw the girl again.
He hurried over and felt abrupt. He pulled off the paper stuck to the girl and wiped his hands. But before he could say anything, the girl disappeared inexplicably.
He didn't even see the girl's face clearly.
Immediately afterwards, someone broke his hand.
Crawled home like a dog.
Although when he woke up the next morning, there was no pain in the injured arm, as if he had never had a left hand, but he felt that such an unfortunate thing happened because he was clearly jealous of Yingcai.
From this, I became even more convinced that I was a genius in painting.
He dreams of bringing the people in the painting back to life again.
Therefore, his subsequent paintings basically put people first.
Until he painted a portrait of Jiang Wang and entered the Hou Mansion.
When he first heard that the girl was not the person in the painting, but a monster, Zhao Si was struck by thunder.
Am I not a genius? !
Shirakawa Ling looked at Zhao Si with affectionate eyes.
Zhao Si, on the other hand, fell into the abyss of genius.
He suddenly raised his head, stared at Shirakawa Ling, and said loudly: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Then he covered his face and walked away in grief and anger.
Shirakawa Ling showed a lonely expression and murmured: "Maybe he can't accept my identity as a monster."
Jiang Wang wondered why Zhao Gou would care about monsters, fearing that there might be some twist in the story.
It is extremely normal to say that Zhao Si painted day and night, and even went outside the hook fence to look at the girl, but to say that he showed his bravery to save Shirakawa Ling, that is definitely not Zhao Si!
He sighed softly: "Miss Bai is so affectionate, but she feeds the dog."
Baichuan Ling frowned and said: "How can you insult him!"
Jiang Wang: "..."
It turns out you are the dog!
Thinking that Zhao Si had entered the Hou Mansion, he would either hide in his room and paint, or wash clothes and cook, and rarely show his face again.
On the tenth day of the Chenghuang Temple Fair, Zhao Si was in the restaurant and Bai Chuanling was in the painting boat. The two were clearly facing each other, but neither of them saw the other.
As for the movement on the second floor of Chunyi Pavilion, Shirakawa Ling noticed it, but maybe she didn't watch it directly, or maybe Zhao Si's voice was different from before, so she didn't recognize Zhao Si immediately.
But Jiang Wang quickly realized a problem.
Shirakawa Ling's story is obviously not fabricated. She is indeed a very special charmer, and since it involves Zhao Si, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue the life-and-death struggle.
He came to Chunyi Pavilion excitedly, only to receive a beating and listen to a story?
pain!
It hurts so much!
Jiang Wang was very unwilling and discussed: "You can find your state and let's fight again?"
Shirakawa Ling ignored it and returned to the room lonely.
Jiang Wang was depressed and walked out of Chunyi Pavilion dejectedly.
Some guests did not leave directly, but blocked outside. The people guarding the government office had just arrived. When Zhou Captou saw Jiang Wang, he was slightly startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Why is the young marquis here?"
Jiang Wang didn't even raise his head, and whispered: "I was listening to music on the hook, but I accidentally got into a lot of trouble."
Seeing Jiang Wang staggering, Zhou Captou looked confused.
Although I knew that Mr. Xiaohou was an extraordinary person, I didn't expect that he was also different from ordinary people in this aspect and made such a big fuss!
He showed an envious expression.
The young Marquis is really a role model for our generation.
