None of the disciples in the cultivation world are normal people

Palace Maid No. 2: "What's wrong? Tell me in detail!"

Palace Maid No. 1: "It's full of portraits, and they all depict the same man."

The same man?

portrait?

When Wuyou heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, and his brain felt like it had been hit by a hammer.

"Wow!" Palace Maid No. 2 exclaimed, "Sister, are you sure?"

"Of course it's true!" Maid No. 1 looked around and saw no one, so she continued gossiping with Maid No. 2: "The most important thing is that the man in the portrait looks exactly like Young Master Wuyou and Lord Gu. Another time, I came at night and saw the Emperor sitting at the door drunk, and he kept muttering something... something about cultivation."

"Ah... the emperor is so pitiful! Why isn't that man by his side?"

"Who knows..."

The two palace maids finished cleaning up after some gossip and left with their tools.

Wuyou walked out from behind the tree with a pale face.

When he looked at the exquisite lock again, Wuyou's eyes were full of viciousness.

He no longer hesitated, walked to the door step by step, took out the silver hairpin and inserted it into the keyhole.

I don't know how he did it, but after a few tries, the lock opened.

Qian Duoduo in the dark was very worried: "I think the expression on Senior Brother's face is not right. And what about those two palace maids? Could all the portraits here be Senior Brother? Should we stop him?"

Zhou Chuling, this straight man with a big heart, said angrily: "What are you trying to stop? When the senior brother sees these portraits, maybe he will remember us!"

"But..." Qian Duoduo still hesitated: "Junior Sister Jiao said that we should not tell Senior Brother for the time being."

"If you don't tell me, and I don't tell anyone, when will Big Brother be able to recover his memory?"

“……”There’s nothing wrong with what you said!

Dugu Lixiu is a natural leader, born noble, powerful, and good at making plans.

Looking at his ignorant appearance now, even if he is protected by Huangfu Jiao and has fine clothes and delicious food, the gap is still too big.

To be honest...it's very uncomfortable to have so much money.

If Wuyou sees these, it might help him recover his memory.

While the two were discussing, Wuyou had already pushed open the door.

When he saw everything clearly, his pupils trembled violently, and the last bit of blood color on his face disappeared completely in an instant.

画！

Lots of paintings!

It's all over the walls, all over the floor, and even on the desk.

In every painting, there is a man.

Sitting or standing, lying or laughing.

There seemed to be a lot of elegance between his eyebrows. Although he looked like a boy with a feminine appearance, it was impossible to regard him as a woman.

The aura of looking down on everything was portrayed vividly, as if he was born to be a king and a master!

Although the faces of the people in these paintings look a few years older, they are exactly the same as him and Gu Lixiu.

So, he's really just a stand-in.

These paintings and the people in these paintings are the ones Huangfu Jiao thinks about day and night.

All the ambiguity and sweetness before seemed to have turned into sharp blades, stabbing his heart one by one.

It's no more than this, even if a thousand arrows pierce your heart.

Wuyou covered his chest with his hands, and tried to hold back, but he couldn't help it. He spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell forward.

Qian Duoduo and Zhou Chuling were fighting in the dark.

They quickly showed up.

However, a figure was faster.

Huangfu Jiao teleported in front of Wuyou, supported Wuyou, and glared at the couple: "What's wrong with you two? Why didn't you stop him from coming here?"

If she hadn't sensed Wuyou's presence here after she came back and rushed over immediately, she wouldn't have known that Wuyou would see these.

"Ah this..." Zhou Chuling scratched the back of his head: "I just want him to take a look, maybe he can remember something."

Qian Duoduo also looked depressed, and lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, Junior Sister Jiao!"

"You two are really..." Huangfu Jiao didn't know how to complain at this moment.

During the years of searching for Dugu Lixiu, she would paint a portrait of him whenever she missed him.

Over time, the number of portraits increased, so she simply cleared out a small courtyard as a study to house these portraits.

After finding Wuyou, she rarely came here.

I didn’t want Wuyou to know this because I was afraid he would think too much and it would upset him.

But she didn't expect that this couple was such a scumbag!

I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, but I'm afraid of pig-like teammates.

"Wuyou, listen to me, these are..."

Without waiting for Huangfu Jiao to explain, Wuyou pushed her away, staggered into the house, and looked at the portraits with red eyes.

Huangfu Jiao was really thoughtful. Not only did she paint so many paintings, she also wrote poems on each one.

Look at this picture - Don’t let your spring heart compete with flowers for growth, for an inch of lovesickness is an inch of ashes!

Look at that painting - Lovesickness is without proof, so don't waste your tears on the flower raft!

Oh, there is more here - I leaned on the railing for a while but the person disappeared, I covered my eyes with tears in my eyes thinking about you all the time!

……

Talented!

So fucking talented!

Wuyou moved his eyes with difficulty and stared at Huangfu Jiao: "You said that I am not a substitute for anyone! Then what are these? Who are the people in the painting?"

Huangfu Jiao said quickly: "I can explain this. He is actually..."

"You still want to lie to me!" Wuyou didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it: "I know I don't deserve it, but you shouldn't lie to me! In my heart, you are not only my beloved, but also my salvation, my only light, but... hehe..."

Wuyou laughed at himself, turned around and ran away without looking at Huangfu Jiao.

But before he could run two steps, he was frozen in place, unable to move.

The most infuriating thing is that when he was immobilized, he was still running, with his front foot on the ground and his back foot raised high. You can tell that this posture is ridiculous without even looking at it.

"Huangfu Jiao, do you think it's fun to play tricks on me?"

"Ugh……"

Huangfu Jiao sighed, feeling overwhelmed.

Thinking of the culprit of all this, he glared at the couple again: "Are you two satisfied?"

Zhou Chuling curled her lips: "I didn't know it would be like this..."

Huangfu Jiao: “…” You don’t know that I know!

No matter how a person changes, his nature will never change.

She knew Dugu Lixiu too well, and was afraid that things would turn out like this, so she kept it a secret.

Now, it has been destroyed by this couple.

Qian Duoduo also knew that he had gotten into trouble, and anxiously explained to Wuyou: "Big Brother, don't misunderstand Junior Sister Jiao, the people in these paintings are actually you!"

Wuyou sneered: "Do you think I will believe it?"

"I'm telling the truth!" Qian Duoduo was so anxious that he grabbed Zhou Chuling and said, "Hurry up and explain it to Senior Brother. Hurry up!"

"Yes, yes, elder brother, what we said is true. You are our elder brother Dugu Lixiu. If I lie to you, I will punish my son by smashing him..."

"Zhou Chuling, do you believe that I will kill you?" Qian Duoduo was angry.

I dare to swear on my son, do you want to die?

Zhou Chuling's eyes twitched, and he slapped himself and changed his words in a second: "I mean, if I lie to you, I will punish you by not having little Jiji."