Hua Lu Miscellaneous Talk

The people in the dilapidated temple looked very young, even with the scumbags, they didn't look very mature, just a little melancholy.

He lit a lamp in the ruined temple, and then took a picture scroll from his waist and spread it out. The candle flickered and was almost extinguished. A puff of black smoke faintly floated out from the picture scroll, slowly condensing a figure.

The figure is exquisite and graceful with bumps and bumps, and the hair is silvery white, long falling to the ground, wearing a Shura mask on his face, it is difficult to distinguish ghosts and gods, and a vertical pupil in the middle is tightly closed, covering the upper half of his face , and the lower half of the face that was exposed was indescribably perfect.

Lin Wangzhi didn't recognize the woman, but Teng Yu was stunned. Lin Wangzhi could clearly feel his nervousness, but before he could investigate carefully, there was a conversation in the temple.

"Luo Linqiu, what exactly do you want to do?" Different from the woman's exquisite and beautiful appearance, her voice was very hoarse and ugly, even worse than that of an old woman who was dying.

"Nothing." Luo Linqiu replied with a sad expression, "But I won't let you harm anyone."

"Hahaha..." The woman laughed loudly. For a moment, she felt ghosts crying and howling wolves. The faint candlelight flickered and seemed to be extinguished at any time. If you kill me, you should kill me, and you should also know that for as long as I exist, I have to kill people to cultivate Yin Qi, not to mention, I only know how to kill people when I was alive, and even more so after death."

"If you want to absorb people's yang energy and exist in the world, then come and absorb me, but I will never let you harm others."

"Oh, I really don't know how your Luo family taught people, but such an innocent trash like you came out." The woman sneered, "Master Luo is so loud, how long do you think you can support me? If you die Woolen cloth?"

Luo Linqiu was really asked, and choked for a long time, a little at a loss, but he still said firmly: "Then I will take care of you as long as I live!"

"Joke! I am no match for you now, but if you support me like this, killing you will only happen sooner or later. Even so, does Luo Zhenren, who is so intoxicated in the world, still say that he will pay for me?"

Luo Linqiu was silent for a moment, and finally said word by word: "I can live to this day because of you."

Outside the ruined temple, facing Lin Wangzhi's questioning gaze, Teng Yu frowned, took his hand, and wrote two words on the palm: Huangquan.This time, Lin Wangzhi was also surprised.

In this world, there is only one person who is called Huang Quan, because her name has always been a taboo, and over time, even she herself forgot her name, and she herself became a symbol of death.

Cruel and bloodthirsty, with a heart of snakes and scorpions.She is the previous supreme demon.

Huang Quan has always been capricious, perverse and tyrannical, but his strength is too strong. In terms of fighting alone, he has never met an opponent. He has caused many bloody storms in the past hundred years. The reason why the fairy alliance was formed is also to deal with her. , Xianmeng besieged Taiping Mountain several times, but did not get anything good.

It's just that she has never had any good or evil in her heart. She may be better to the demon cultivators, but she is also cruel. The demons respect her not because of respect, but because of fear.It is because of her that demon cultivators have been afraid to go out of Taiping Mountain for hundreds of years. Although she has protected the entire Taiping Mountain by herself, she is also the one who is notorious. She is not afraid at all. suffer from it.

Huang Quan has been making waves for nearly a hundred years, and the entire continent has been poisoned, but there is one person, Huang Quan is quite indulgent to her, and that is the current Demon Lord, Han Che.

Han Che had mastered a considerable amount of power in the Demon Dao 20 years ago in just 16 years, and even succeeded in becoming the current Demon Lord, all of which had something to do with Huang Quan. The previous Mozun returned to Huangquan. When Han Che succeeded to the throne, the Mo Dao celebrated with great joy. The whole mountain was covered with purple silk, and a ten-day feast was held.

I heard that Mo Dao had a similar scene before. It was Han Che’s 16th birthday. On the top of Taiping Mountain, the entire Baodu Palace in Huangquan was decorated with lights and festoons, covered with purple satin, and purple fireworks were lit on Taiping Mountain for three days and three nights. .

But now, this Demon Venerable who turned into a ghost reappeared in the world, but she didn't know what she was thinking. If she had the intention at this time, no one would be able to stop her.

"I don't remember what I had to do with you, a child of the Luo family." Huang Quan didn't appreciate it, she never cared about life and death in her life, and the debts owed by the people she killed were as numerous as a cow's hair, so how could she remember Luo Linqiu?

"I was 19 years old that year..." Luo Linqiu said bitterly, bringing the time back to 16 years ago. Aging is slow, which is not too surprising.

It means that 16 years ago, Luo Linqiu, who was [-] years old, traveled in the mountains, rivers and forests, just for a scroll of calligraphy in his hand.

Almost all the close-fitting magic weapons of the Luo family were made by himself, but they were only effective for the Luo family. The picture scroll was spread out on the stone, and he leaned against the tree and closed his eyes for a rest.

Luo Linqiu is very talented and learned, so the family has high hopes for him, and he also made popular paintings and calligraphy early on, but at the end of this magic weapon, he struggled with it for half a year, but he still couldn't write it. He has reached a dead end, and even started to go mad. He vaguely knew that with the Luo family's cultivation method, if he couldn't get rid of this situation for a long time, he might not be able to live because of his stagnant qi.

The more intelligent a person is, the easier it is to get into a dead end. He only focuses on solving this crux and never thinks of giving up, so he has to indulge in the landscape, hoping to resolve it and find inspiration, but it has not worked for a long time.

He just went to a place to think about it this day, and there was a woman passing by. She was dressed in black, with long silver hair, and half of her face under the Shura mask was very beautiful. I only stared at the painting and calligraphy for a moment, so why would I care who Huang Quan is?

Seeing that he was unmoved, Huang Quan was a little curious and didn't shy away from looking at his paintings.In this world, there were those who were obsessed with Huang Quan's appearance and wanted to find out, but they have long since passed away. Afterwards, they were afraid of her, feared her and hated her, and didn't even dare to look up at her. They never looked at her like this kid but didn't care of.

Huang Quan didn't understand the strokes of the pen, so she just looked at the scenery in the painting. On the bamboo sea cottage, there was a chess game next to it, but only one piece was falling, like black and white, it was just a large blank space in the sky, Luo Linqiu was always worried That's it, whether it's sunny or rainy, day or night, it doesn't seem appropriate.

Seeing such a painting at dusk, I don't know if I understood his troubles, so I just commented: "What a fool." Then he picked up the inkstone next to him and poured it on it, and it was in her eyes. In his eyes, it's really stupid to be obsessed with this Lao Shizi's painting.

Luo Linqiu was heartbroken, and threw herself forward, only thinking about fighting against the dusk, but he just glanced at the scroll that was spread out, and couldn't move it anymore.

When the ink on the painting smudges, it looks like a cloud covers the sky and the sun. Whether it is sunny or rainy, it seems unclear and unknown. Whether it is day or night, it is hidden behind the clouds, and no one knows.

Luo Linqiu knew in his heart that the painting had been completed, he was overjoyed and then sighed, Fang knew that his previous hesitation was due to insufficient artistic conception in his mind, and after this great grief, he was overjoyed, which opened up his mind a lot, and he was excited It was difficult to suppress, and then she thought of turning her head to look for her benefactor, but Huang Quan had already left, she didn't care about the Luo family, and she didn't care about any paintings, and it was already extraordinarily merciful not to kill him because of his presumptuous attitude.

When Luo Linqiu said this, he touched the picture scroll in his hand, his eyes were full of love: "I named her, there is no solution."

Huang Quan never knew that he had saved such a person unintentionally. At that time, she was in a hurry to go back to Taiping Mountain, and she didn't care much about other things, but she went to meet her own death in anxiety. Thinking of this, Huang Quan He couldn't help but sneered: "You don't have to be like this, if I had known that the random scatter would save your life, I wouldn't just join in the fun."

Luo Linqiu shook his head, and was about to say something, when he saw a person stepping in from the door, dressed in white and with an ink belt, who was also from the Luo family, with disbelief and unwillingness on his face, he shouted at Luo Linqiu: "Third brother! "It seems that this is the youngest daughter of the Luo family, Luo Lindong.

Luo Linqiu was stunned for a while, and could only respond with a wry smile: "Dong'er, why is it you..."