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After defeating the Xiling Five Poisons, Sikong Su was in a state of unrest, and the mana in his body was violent. After holding the sword for about half an hour, his strength was exhausted, and he fell unsteadily into the sea of ​​clouds.

Jinglei Sword immediately leaned over and rushed down, the sword radiated light to support Sikong Su, and gradually landed into the forest.Sikong Su supported Jinglei Sword to the bank of a river, and when he reached the bank with a pale face, he was half awake and half dizzy.

Sikong Su sat cross-legged by the river for two hours, straightening out all the important veins, and when he was almost in a trance, he heard a burst of hawking from the market in the distance, and only then did he realize that it was dawn.

Sikong Su was at the riverside and saw the white clothes stained with different shades of excrement, and his body stinks, he was already disgusted.He immediately went to the city with Yujian, and he was happy to see that it was an ordinary folk city, thinking that he would not have to encounter strange things again.

There are many inns in the downtown area, presumably they are near post stations, and most of them are the necessary places for gangs to transport.Sikong Su threw himself into the stack immediately, then burned incense, bathed and changed his clothes, and then enjoyed pastries.

"Ok!"

An hour and a half later, Sikong Su returned to being a handsome young man in white clothes with golden leaves in his bun. While fanning his paper fan, he was wandering around the market.Near the Liyuan Song and Dance Square, there is a street selling the Four Treasures of the Study, copybooks, picture scrolls and ancient books.

Sikong Su thought that he had been fighting and killing for several days, and his body smelled of monsters and blood, so he should buy a new collection of poems to cleanse his soul.

He walked through three or four stalls before he saw a new collection of poems.When he walked a few more stalls, he took three or four steps back and carefully observed a hanging painting.

The hanging picture in front of him is a picture of a half-haired man in fair clothes, riding a tiger.Sikong Su observed carefully, only to find that this fairy was a man.The immortal is dressed in cyanine clothes, with skin like snow, black hair pouring out, and is extremely handsome.

Sikong Su is a son, so he doesn't resist masculinity, and at the moment he feels that he is obsessed with the fairy in the painting, wishing that the other party is a real person.

Sikong Su asked: "Boss, how much does this painting sell for?"

The stall owner replied: "Not for sale."

Sikong Su replied: "You make an offer, and I will give it to you!"

The boss shook his head and said, "No, priceless treasure."

Seeing this, Sikong Su thought for a while and said, "How?" He took out a large ingot of gold.

The boss raised his eyebrows and said, "Even Jinshan is not for sale."

Sikong Su said: "Then boss, you can make things difficult for me. If I can do it, please give me this painting."

The boss said: "It won't help if you pick the stars from the sky."

Sikong Su walked a few steps in distress, and stared blankly at the painting again. At this moment, he saw the man in the painting blink.

Sikong Su said: "Boss, is your painting possessed by demons and ghosts?"

The boss took out a wooden stick angrily and said: "I see many dudes like you every year. For the sake of purpose, they use all kinds of methods to steal, but I just don't sell it!"

Seeing that he was quick to pull out his stick, Sikong Su said: "They are all Lianjiazi, why bother to be so angry? Since you don't want to sell it, why did you let it go?"

The boss said: "I like it! Can't we just let the painting out?"

Sikong Su couldn't help saying something aggressive: "Could it be that the person in the painting is your lover?"

The boss said: "Don't be rude!" Then he jumped up and wanted to hit Sikong Su with the wooden stick in his hand.Seeing how fierce his skills are, Sikong Su immediately turned around, performed lightness kung fu and ran away.

Sikong Su thought to himself: "That trafficker is good at martial arts. If I fight him, I will think I win. But it's out of style. How about..."

After all, this Sikong Su is a child of an aristocratic family, and if he is recognized, he wants to get it.He walked in another direction and cast phantom fire. At this time, the street suddenly caught fire, and people didn't know it was an illusion, so they ran away one after another.Sikong Su teleported to the painting shelf, and when he picked up the hanging painting, the boss jumped out from nowhere and shouted: "It is expected to be your trick!"

When Sikong Su took the portrait away, he beat the boss with his right hand in vain. When he teleported to the inn, the lower arm of his right hand was broken.Sikong Su healed his muscles and bones, and with a click, he broke them alive, and the pain was so painful that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Sikong Su hung up the painting carefully, looked at the painting with great value, and said, "I don't know if you are a fairy or a demon, but I just want to treat you as a friend. It would be great if you were a real person."

Although the portraits in the picture scroll were lifelike, they didn't blink like before. Sikong Su stared blankly for most of the day, his eyes became dry, and he didn't see any movement of the fairy in the painting.

Sikong Su thought, "Maybe it's because I'm dazzled?"

In the middle of the night, Sikong moved a piano and played it to the moon. When he reached the state of ecstasy, he remembered the fairy in the painting facing him.He faced the portrait and said: "I don't know your name, my brother, and I forgot to report myself. My brother's surname is Sikong. The character has not been changed, and the family members are not there. The single name is traced back. My dear brother looks so handsome and elegant, so I must have a nice name. I don't know my dear brother. What song do you like to listen to?"

Sikong Su looked at the portrait, but there was no response from the portrait.He said: "I'm so lonely, I'm so crazy to chat with the portrait. Come, brother Yanyi, come and have a drink."

There was a jug of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and a plate of pastries on the table, and Sikong Su drank with the portrait while reciting poems.His counter-drinking is to pour wine for the portrait first, then pour wine for himself, then drink his own wine first, and then drink the painting fairy's cup.

Back and forth, after a few rounds.Sikong Su drank until late at night, poured wine to the fairy queen in the painting, and then he lay down on the bed with all his clothes on, spreading the cushion on the ground with one leg.

The next morning, when the morning light came into the room, Sikong Su woke up tapping his forehead. When he got up, he saw that the fairy in the painting still had the same expression, so he said, "I made my dear brother laugh."

Sikong Su lay on the table, waiting for half an hour, the shop waiter came to deliver breakfast and hot water.

At this time, he saw that the wine glass in front of the fairy in the painting had sipped most of the wine.Sikong Su looked at the fairy in the painting in amazement, then thought again, maybe it was an illusion, maybe it shouldn't be expected so much, if it is the lunatic who jumped out, it would be better to let him drink poison and die.

After eating breakfast, Sikong Su didn't dare to stay in this town for a long time, after making some inquiries, he drew a map by himself, and flew away with his sword on the eaves.

Sikong Su unfolded the scroll and pulled it with a rope, making the scroll walk with him in the sky.

Sikong thought to himself: "Since the portraits were treated like pearls and treasures before, how can I deprive the scrolls of freedom for the sake of collecting selfish desires?"

As a result, there is such an absurd thing in the sky that there is a man with a sword and a picture scroll flying into the sky.After flying for half an hour, a hermit holding a sword, seeing Sikong Su like this, couldn't help saying: "Brother, you really love painting like crazy. I admire it."

Sikong Su just smiled and said nothing, bowed and moved forward, he heard that after walking a hundred miles, there is a town that sells the four treasures of the study in China, especially inkstones and ink ingots, so he stood on the sea of ​​clouds for more than an hour.

Seeing that he arrived in Molin Town, Sikong Su said to the painting scroll, "My dear brother, I'm sorry, there are several holes in the long tube. If you are bored, you can get out." Then he rolled it up carefully, put it in the painting tube again, and cast an anti-theft spell , hung on the chest.

There is no magic circle in Molin Town, and Sikong Su's magic power has been greatly enhanced. When encountering spirits every day, the magic weapon on his body will keep everyone from disturbing each other.Therefore, Sikong Su, who didn't feel any evil, stepped into Mo Lin Town generously, and started his time to observe ink ingots.

"Young master, the ink ingots are all produced by Elm Moose!"

"This young master is all the best ancient ink!"

"My lord, you are very bookish, you must try this ink."

"Look, my lord, the dragon in the ink ingot is lifelike, and the general of the Central Continent also loved to collect this style."

After Sikong Su stepped into the bustling town, vendors at many stalls waved to him, and he would play with the ones he liked a few times before buying them.He went to the shop to look at the ink ingots. The store owner saw that his clothes were elegant and of high quality, so he immediately took out a style that was different from the style chosen by the boss in the shop.

The boss took out a row of ink ingots made of plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and bamboo, and took out plain ink pills, and said, "My lord, this cluster of ink ingots is newly carved. Look, it is not easy to melt into ink. It is hard and has a delicate fragrance. And this one, Don’t think it’s an ancient ink pill. Let me tell you, Zhonglu’s ink pill is the best, and the pine smoke ink is sticky and rich.”

Sikong Su touched it carefully, smelled it again, pressed it again, took out the sample product and wrote some words, the boss said from the side: "My lord, good calligraphy..."

Sikong Su didn't write for a long time, his hands almost trembled, of course he knew the boss was flattering him, but he, like his late father, loved to hoard ink ingots, so he bought two rows of plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, bamboo and ink pills.

Afterwards, he bought paper, pens and scrolls, then returned to the inn to rest, and first practiced calligraphy with plum blossoms among plum blossoms, orchids, chrysanthemums, and bamboos.

In the evening, Sikong Su wanted to practice well enough, so he picked up the ink ball and rubbed the ink, and then wrote on the paper: Yanbo, before he finished writing, he suddenly heard the sound of a baby crying.

"Ah woo woo!—"

The shrill cry of the baby echoed in the bedroom, and suddenly a black shadow passed by the window.

Sikong Su calmly set up a few oil lamps and scanned the inn. He was careless and did not set up a magic circle in the room. At this time, the evil spirits quietly walked away, preparing to invade.

With a wave of Sikong Su's horizontal sword, a formation of guardians rose up, and the black shadows outside the window were repelled one after another.He looked down and saw that the black ink on the paper had turned scarlet, and the words were still leaking blood, dripping drop by drop to the ground.

As soon as Sikong Su Jinglei sword arrived, he said: "The spirits and evil spirits of Taihuan are gone!" At this time, he torched the good ink and paper, and the paper ink in the fire burned for a long time to burn the signs, and the fire turned into green light, There was a grinding sound, the sound was harsh, and occasionally there was the sound of a baby crying.

The green fire gradually increased and spread all around at once, seeing this, Sikong Su was shocked and said: "Dear brother!" Put the picture scroll on the bedside for him, and the light blue light from the picture scroll covered him, so the green fire couldn't burn it.Seeing this, Sikong said: "Taihuan Shenshan will kill the evil!"

Scarlet light spewed out from the Jinglei Sword, the green fire and paper and ink shattered one after another, and most of the furniture in the room was burnt to black.Sikong Su said to himself, "Oh, it's all reduced to ashes now, what a wonderful ink. I need to buy a magic detector."

Sikong Shou squatted down and smelled the ashes of the remaining ink, he choked when he smelled it, and couldn't help covering his nose, the ashes smelled like bone ashes.

He looked back at the portrait, and the person in the portrait still didn't move at all, so he said: "I'm really sorry for disturbing my brother Qingxiu."

At this time, he heard the sound of someone walking under the inn.People in the rivers and lakes love evening activities, such as theft, flower picking or smuggling.For a moment, Sikong Su didn't know whether Molin Town was a demon town, so he went to visit by the window.

A row of disciples were black cloaks and gray robes, with agate hanging on their swords. Sikong Su remembered that they were Kunlun disciples. He caught a glimpse of a gang member in the opposite inn looking at the Kunlun disciples with a frightened expression.Sikong traced that many people bought utensils possessed by evil spirits in the town, or knew that there were evil spirits in the town.

Ji Wushuang, the leader of Kunlun's disciples, is the chief disciple of the current Kunlun's first Hou Fahu, and he is regarded as the next Kunlun sect's head.

Ji Wushuang's voice was like a bell, as if he had forgotten to pass the curfew earlier, he shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up! Stand up and attack the temple!"

Seeing this, Sikong Su who was by the window had a second thought, why not find out where the evil spirits were attached to the utensils.Sikong Su took the scroll with him, jumped off the inn, and followed the Kunlun disciples.