I just want to be a villain in peace

In this room, Shen Shiliu thanked his junior brother who came to pick him up, and stopped outside the door, but he didn't open the door for a long time.

There were faint conversations in the room.He hesitated for a while, then finally opened the door and walked in.Chu Junyi followed the sound and raised his head, his black ink-like eyes watched Shen Shiliu from far to near, as if he had forgotten everything around him.

Wen Yao and Xiao Chongben were talking, when they heard the sound, they turned their heads to see Shen Shiliu, exchanged glances, walked out together, and closed the door by the way.

Shen Shiliu was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to see the ceremony, he only saw the backs of Wen Yao and Xiao Chong drifting away.

Chu Junyi's eyes were glued to Shen Shiliu's body, and his voice was hoarse because he had been in a coma for many days: "Brother, please sit down."

After Shen Shiliu sat down, he silently handed him a cup of spirit tea.Chu Junyi took it and drank it slowly, and said with a smile, "'Yingyue' is more delicious."

Shen Shiliu snorted coldly: "You don't need to stab me again."

"I don't mean that. Senior brother doesn't like it, so I won't mention it in the future." Chu Junyi played with the cup in his hand, and rubbed his thumb on the place Shen Shiliu had just touched for a long time, "Today is the day I shouldn't , scared the senior brother."

For some reason, Shen Shiliu felt creepy when he saw his actions, because he said, "I just came to see if you are dead. Do you want me to say those words again?"

Chu Junyi's expression darkened: "If senior brother refuses to forgive me, I am willing to use my life to make amends."

"What are you doing with these useless words?" Shen Shiliu said.

Chu Junyi's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Shen Shiliu, his lifeless eyes seemed to sparkle, and suddenly lit up.

Shen Shiliu continued: "No one on Kunlun Mountain knows that you are the next master, the hope of Kunlun Mountain. If I kill you here, is there any way out?"

In an instant, Chu Junyi regained some radiance on his face, and became ashen and silent.Chu Junyi smiled wryly and said: "It seems that I have to kill myself." After speaking, the scar on his face seemed to ooze blood.

Before Shen Shiliu's eyes came Chu Junyi's handsome face from before. He originally had deep-set eyes and a high nose. When his face was clean, he was naturally handsome. The condensed hostility was quite frightening.

Shen Shiliu's heart skipped a beat, and before he had time to say anything, he saw Chu Junyi raised his palm and slapped his eyebrows.

In the silent night, a dull sound suddenly sounded, giving people a sense of severe pain that smashed bones and interrupted meridians.

Shen Liumu stared blankly at Chu Junyi's pupils suddenly dilated, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand with difficulty to reach between Chu Junyi's eyebrows.

Chu Junyi's brows twitched slightly, and after a while he showed a weak smile: "I've been so weak recently that I can't even do this little thing well."

"You..." Shen Shiliu withdrew his hand violently as if being stung, suddenly a monstrous anger surged in his chest, and he threw up his sleeves, "Will you die!" He bumped into the table, and his teeth ached from the pain immediately, but considering Chu Junyi was behind him, he could only hold back and left angrily.

Chu Junyi looked at his back, and coughed softly: "If you are more cruel, I will let you go."

When he spoke, a monster-like black shadow was reflected on the window, and then a few broken and hoarse crows sounded.The dark night air seemed to invade the room, and the room suddenly became cold.

Shen Liuli meditated for a few days, not caring about external affairs. While being clean, his heart was sometimes haunted by a trace of irritability.The state of mind is the most important thing in practice. After thinking about it, he decided to go out for a walk, and then go to the Cangshu Pavilion to see if there is a better way of thinking.

In fact, speaking of it, the dual practice method is very suitable, but since he can't be with his junior sister anymore, he won't bother with it.

When Shen Liuliu was thinking about whether to draw a spirit sword, he suddenly heard a lot of noisy voices around him. He raised his eyes and saw young monks in twos and threes gathered together, all holding yellowed books in their hands, whispering, carefully When I heard it, I didn't know what they were talking about——

Junior Brother Liu said: "Aren't all the gods who fell from the sky female fairies? How can this be a male god? How come Chu Yingjun still likes him?"

"He looks handsome." Junior Brother Wang chuckled, "Junior Brother Liu, you haven't seen the back yet, have you?"

"No, what's the matter?" Junior Brother Liu asked blankly, then blushed suddenly, "I heard that fairies like to watch this, so I just..."

Junior Brother Zhao shook his head: "Junior Brother Liu, the essence of this book is in the second half. What's the use if you just read the first part?"

Junior Brother Liu was ignorant, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "You have been taught, and Junior Brother will read it immediately when you get back."

Junior Brother Zhang said: "Hey, have you heard that, in fact, Shen Nineteen is..." Before he could say those three words, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye, his eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly stopped talking.

Shen Shiliu took out the book in Junior Brother Zhang's hand, and casually flipped through a few pages: "What is it, why don't you say it?"

Except for Junior Brother Liu, the other youths all looked at each other in blank dismay.

Sensing that the atmosphere was weird, Shen Shiliu turned to the back. He read the "essence" part that Junior Brother Zhao said carefully. Before he could read a few words, he was attracted by the illustration on the next page——

On the left side of the painting, a pale man clutched his chest dejectedly, with a long sword stuck in his chest, staring gloomyly at the lower right.Where his eyes fell, there were two entangled men.The man below frowned slightly, as if he was enduring some pain, almost limp on the ground, all supported by the tree trunk behind him, but his thin waist was held in the palm of the man above, as if trembling slightly.The man above knelt between his legs on one knee, holding his waist with one hand and his cheek with the other.The distance between the two is extremely close, their lips are almost pressed together, if you look carefully, you can even see a strand of silver thread connecting the corners of their lips.

Although both of them only showed a profile hidden in the shadows, Shen Shiliu was so familiar with the people in the painting that he recognized them at first glance.

There was a buzzing in his head, and his eyes blurred.

Obviously, when he was painting that day, he was just sitting, why...how did it become like this when it came to the painting?

Shen Shiliu made up his mind, secretly thinking in his heart that maybe this was not done by Mu Shuangwan, so he turned to the cover of the book, trying to find out who the artist was, but he saw that on the yellowed cover was written a vertical The beautiful title of the book - "Old Stories of Fentao", on the lower left of the title, there is another line of lower script with hairpin flowers, called - "The Nineteen Immortals' Last Love of Kunlun Mountain".

All monks have the ability to remember with a photograph, and Shen Shiliu immediately remembered the two lines of poem on Mu Shuangwan's fan.The handwriting on the cover is no different from those two lines of poems.