After retirement, I became a gangster soul mate [Transmigration Book]

The matter of the Song family is over for the time being, and Yu Xian doesn't care how Song Lingyi will deal with it later. Anyway, he just stares at Song Lingyi to sleep every day. In fact, even if Yu Xian doesn't stare at him, Song Lingyi can't stand it himself, and his body is getting weaker and weaker. Under such circumstances, even supplementing nutrition can only rely on hanging water, and most of the time is spent in lethargy.

The person looked thinner and thinner.

Yu Xian held the vitality pill and didn't dare to give it to him casually. The vitality pill is indeed used to extend life, but it is also a huge overdraft of the body. In Song Lingyi's case, taking a vitality pill not only failed to relieve the pain, It will make him even more uncomfortable, and it is uncertain how long the effect of the vitality pill will last on him. There are only three pills in the bottle, and three pills is already the limit. Watching Song Lingyi weaken day by day, there was nothing he could do.

It's just that he didn't expect that it was not Min Zhixing who brought him the news first, but Xiao Li.

What would it look like if two people who didn't talk much sat together face to face.

One is too lazy to ask more questions, and the other is social barriers, big eyes to small eyes, probably relying on ideas to communicate.

He Yang elbowed Ye Li next to the pestle, and asked softly, "Brother Ye, what are they doing?"

Ye Li was helpless: "How do I know?"

Yu Xian glanced at Xiao Li, who was sitting upright, and wondered why Xiao Li would take the initiative to come to the door. It stands to reason that they are not familiar with each other. When they escaped from the secret room to save people, they all said a word. There is no intersection, is it possible that you encounter any difficulties and want to ask him for help?

It shouldn't be, let's not say that Xiao Li is young and capable, and Zhong Yizhen can help him when he encounters any problems. What can he do as a retired ghost?

After thinking about it, Yu Xian couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking and waited for Xiao Li to speak.

Xiao Li stared at Yu Xian, the scrutiny in his eyes was very straightforward, even a little too straightforward, as if he wanted to peel off the skin of Yu Xian's body to see his most real inside, Yu Xian didn't pay much attention, but looked at him from the side. But He Yang couldn't ignore it, he frowned and said, "Hey, what are you looking at? Is there anything you can't say?"

Yu Xian was half lying on the sofa, his eyes fell on the table.

As soon as Xiao Li entered the door, he placed a black cloth strip on the table, which should contain something.

"You... are a bit like a person."

In a blink of an eye, Yu Xian looked Xiao Li up and down carefully, and he was very sure: "I haven't seen you, I haven't seen you in life, and I probably haven't seen you in death."

Xiao Li shook his head: "I haven't met you before."

Yu Xian wondered: "Then who am I like?"

Xiao Li opened the black cloth strip on the table, and took out a long mahogany box inside. The box looked old, and the red color on the surface was a little dull, and some parts were scratched and damaged, but his master should take good care of it. Box, clean and waxed.

There is a scroll in the box.

Xiao Li took out a pair of white gloves from the bag, first put a layer of silky velvet on the top of the coffee table, and carefully took out the scroll, the nervous look that was afraid of being bumped, made the two people on the side curious The value of this painting scroll, I heard that these celestial masters have been inherited for a hundred years, and there may be many real antiques in the master's school. Judging by Xiao Li's posture, this painting scroll has at least a few hundred years of history, and it can be worth tens of millions. Plant it.

Untiing the ribbon that bound the scroll, Xiao Li slowly unfolded the scroll.

He Yang let out a shocked "Hey": "Why does this person look so familiar to me?"

Ye Li turned to look at Yu Xian with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Xiao Li glanced at Yu Xian, then at the painting, and then at Yu Xian... Repeatedly repeated actions as if comparing nose to eye, and finally nodded with certainty: "It really looks like it!"

There is a pear tree in the painting, and under the pear tree is a young man in blue, holding a lazily sleeping white cat in his arms. It is obviously a static picture, but everyone seems to feel the breeze blowing slowly, and smell The fragrance of pear blossoms, the warm sunshine, and the young man gently stroking the cat's back fur are so peaceful and harmonious.

Compared with the impressionistic and abstract pictures that focus on freehand brushwork, this painting is very detailed.

The youth's facial features can be clearly seen, and they gradually coincide perfectly with a certain person.

An idea flashed in He Yang's mind: "It can't be said that there is no relationship, it is exactly the same."

Yu Xian leaned over and nodded appreciatively: "Whoever painted it is not only lifelike, but also full of affection."

Xiao Li shook his head slightly: "I don't know, this painting has been hanging next to the memorial tablet of the patriarch to be worshiped by future generations."

He Yang heard something was wrong, and after thinking about it, his tone was subtle: "This is not the person your patriarch likes, is it? How many years ago did you come here? Generally speaking, the relationship between the tablets is definitely not simple."

Xiao Li also wanted to know, looked at Yu Xian and asked expectantly: "Do you know the person in the painting?"

Unexpectedly, Yu Xian really nodded his head: "I know it, it's quite familiar."

Xiao Li didn't show it on the face, but there was a trace of eagerness in his voice: "Who is it?"

Yu Xian rubbed his cheeks: "It's so obvious, can't you see it?"

"Isn't that me?"

The three were silent, and in the end He Yang couldn't hold back: "I'm offending to ask, is this painting a fake?"

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Xiao Li glanced at He Yang coldly, He Yang shut his mouth in fright.

"Hey, I've been a ghost for hundreds of years anyway, and I had a lot of friends when I was alive, maybe who missed me after I died and painted it for me?"

"This is not like an ordinary friend." He Yang pushed Ye Li in a low voice.

Xiao Li thought of the name of his patriarch, and asked, "Does Xiao Qi know him?"

Yu Xian went back to the sofa: "I don't remember what happened hundreds of years ago, but I'm sure that I will be alone until I die."

Seeing Xiao Li thinking for a moment and preparing to put away the painting, Yu Xian suddenly asked, "Can you give me this painting?"

"Or if you make an offer, I'll buy it?"

Xiao Li shook his head directly: "My master attaches great importance to this painting, and repeatedly told me to take it back."

The more Yu Xian thought about it, the more awkward he became: "This painting is about me. I am alive now. It is not appropriate to place it with other people's tablets. I really have nothing to do with your ancestor."

If this is an ordinary person, knowing that his portrait and posthumous photos seem to be displayed for worship, the more he thinks about it, the more panicked he becomes.

After thinking about it, Xiao Li simply took out his mobile phone and made a video call to the master.

Xiao Li's master is the current head of Nanyu Xiyun Mountain. He is also nearly a hundred years old, but he looks like a middle-aged man who is full of energy. His mobile phone is shaking and placed on a stand. Master Xiao Li adjusted the camera to point at himself Afterwards, he sat back in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard with his hands, only showing Xiao Li a handsome face.

"What's the matter with Xiao Li? Is it because you don't have enough money?"

Xiao Li shook his head: "Master, I found the person in the painting."

Master Xiao Li didn't realize it at first: "You can take it easy, what's wrong with that painting, your patriarch can jump out of the coffin and clean up the teacher's door... Wait? What did you just say? You found Who is it?"

Xiao Li replied seriously: "The person in the painting."

Master Xiao Li approached with a big face: "Is it dead or alive?!"

Xiao Li glanced at Yu Xian: "Live very well."

"Hurry up, hurry up." He couldn't stop urging loudly: "Bring me back!"

"Master, calm down."

"Calm down!" Master Xiao Li glared, "That's a baby bump! Hurry up and take it back to the mountains and hide it! By the way, where did you find it? Is someone right next to you? Show me quickly! "

Xiao Li turned the camera to Yu Xian.

Yu Xian stared at the man in the picture for a few seconds, he was sure he didn't know him, but Xiyunshan knew that there was a metaphysics school that existed for a long time, and its heyday should be about 1000 years ago in the An Dynasty, when it was the most The rulers above believed in God. At that time, the national teacher from Xiyun Mountain could be said to be under one person and above ten thousand people. The decline of the An Dynasty in the later period was also due to theological participation in politics.

How did Yu Xian know this.

He thought he had traveled through the small world behind a book, and when he was free to look for the book in Song Lingyi's study, the background of this book turned out to be the world when he was a human being. Knowing some things coincides exactly.

"Fuck!" Master Xiao Li's eyes widened: "There really is such a person!"

Yu Xian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Will you sell the painting?"

The handsome uncle was slightly taken aback, surprised for a moment, obviously embarrassed: "Well, you have to know that this is our Zhenpai treasure, handed down by our ancestors, and we love it so much that everyone in Xiyun Mountain has to go out. Kowtow in front of you to keep you safe, of course, now that you have found someone, the property should be returned to the original owner..."

Baba for a long time, but the little eyes may not be so reluctant.

Yu Xian sat cross-legged on the sofa, folded his arms and opened his mouth to interrupt the handsome uncle's reluctance: "Let's make a price."

The handsome uncle rubbed his hands: "This is a priceless treasure for us Xiyun Mountain!"

Xiao Li listened with a straight face, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he clenched his hands awkwardly on his knees.

He thought his master really liked the painting, but in fact he liked its value!

He should have thought a long time ago that what this 100-year-old man likes most in this world is money!

Yu Xian is not a businessman, so he is too lazy to bargain with him: "500 million, if not, I will go to your mountain."

The handsome uncle was stunned: "Why are you here with me? Don't worry, you bought it, and I will post it!"

"only……"

I just don't want to give you the best chance.

Yu Xian said the most ruthless words in a lazy tone: "Let's have a discussion, the painting is a bet."

Handsome uncle: "..." He hasn't seen such an arrogant person in many years.

But this is indeed the rule of their profession. The most important thing for cultivators is strength. Others’ suggestion to compete is not only a recognition of the opponent’s strength, but also a process of mutual exchange and improvement. Now there are fewer people in the metaphysics lineage, but every year They still maintain an annual exchange meeting, during which young talents will conduct certain competitions, and the winners will also be rewarded in the end.

Xiao Li was at the side, and quickly said, "Master, I can't do it."

The handsome uncle's face became serious: "How can a man say no! I see that you are about the same age as two!"

"Cough." Yu Xian interrupted the loving education between master and apprentice: "I don't bully children, but your ancestors can't live that long, so it's up to you."

The handsome uncle was a little confused: "Young man, one must be self-aware, and you can be my grandson like this."

Yu Xian narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I'm enough to be your ancestor."

The author has something to say: Yuyu: I don't even know someone has a crush on me!

Jiaojiao: Are you happy?

Yuyu: No way, the time spent with you made me doubt my charisma

Jiaojiao: Then you can get rid of me as soon as possible, and go to develop your charm