Rebirth of the Xuanmen Supreme

After a short period of stagnation, the expression of the ghost in the painting became a bit ferocious, and the eyes that looked at Han Jingyun gradually became red with blood, which made people's hearts shudder.

But this obviously did not include Han Jingyun, he also gently hugged Zhu Xiyan, who was trembling with fright, "It's okay, it's just a paper tiger."

Being bound by his spiritual power chains, it is impossible to break free by putting on a fierce face.

"You want to know what my obsession is? Why are you interested in it? Do you want to destroy me?" Ghost, the voice is all eerie, but the voice of the ghost in the painting is doubly eerie. The temperature of the air in the refinery room dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, and white mist condensed when he exhaled.

"If my Xiaoyun really wants to destroy you, you're gone long ago, so is there a need to bring you back?" Zhu Xiyan's words sounded like Versailles, but what he said was the truth, without any hypocrisy of.

The ghost in the painting: "..." He was choked up immediately, thinking of what he said just now, he could cry stupidly every minute.

Trapped in the painting for hundreds of years, has his IQ dropped to the bottom?

"Hehe...my brother is right, do you think I can't deal with you?" Han Jingyun didn't even bother to sneer at this, his indifferent appearance seemed to be the ghost in the painting. Just random ants.

"Then why did you bring me back? Wouldn't it be enough to let those Taoist priests kill me? After all, you still have your own purpose. You might as well just say, anyway, I'm already a ghost. No matter how much obsession I have, How can it be?"

The grief was greater than the heart's death, and he suddenly escaped from the picture scroll that had trapped him for hundreds of years. Apart from the hatred that he had nowhere to vent, he was left with nothing but bewilderment and despair.

What about revenge?Hundreds of years have passed, and who can he seek revenge on?

The character of the ghost in the painting already possesses some demonic nature. If one is not good, he can directly fall into the demonic state. At that time, it is really hopeless. Han Jingyun does not want things to develop to the worst state. Looking at the painting in front of him, The ghost seemed to be calm, but the blood in his eyes became more and more red, and finally, two lines of glaring tears of blood flowed down.

"My obsession... my obsession..." The ghost in the painting kept repeating these words, the blood and tears in his eyes kept flowing, but they had no substance. After sliding down from his cheeks, they would turn into strands in mid-air The extremely cold Yin Qi caused the temperature in the refining room to drop again and again, and Zhu Xiyan was already shivering.

"Xiaoyun, just say it directly, don't hang him, it's so pitiful..." However, looking at the miserable appearance of the ghost in the painting, Zhu Xiyan was a little scared. Zhonggui was a poor man, so he tugged at Han Jingyun's sleeve to see if he could announce the answer directly.

Unexpectedly, Han Jingyun shook his head slightly at him.

Zhu Xiyan's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "Why?" Why did Xiao Yun of his family become so wicked...

Seeing the change in his brother's expression, Han Jingyun knew what he was thinking, couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and tapped him on the forehead, "This is his obsession, only when I want to know, my The answer is the correct answer."

Otherwise, everything is just an illusion, and the ghost in this painting will be trapped in it forever, until his soul is gone.

Such an ending, Han Jingyun's intuition is not very good, he is trying to avoid it as much as possible, and he is also calmly guiding, it is not terrible to let out the anger, only if the anger is kept in the heart, problems will really happen, this principle, for people Applies to ghosts.

Zhu Xiyan: "..." He felt that he understood a little bit, but also a little confused, so he could only silently close his mouth.

After all, this is not his field of expertise. His lack of cooperation at critical moments may implicate Han Jingyun. Zhu Xiyan will always keep this in mind.

"What is the obsession in your heart? Or, it is a certain person..." Han Jingyun gently patted the back of Zhu Xiyan's hand to comfort him, while continuing to induce the ghost in the painting, making him, amidst the intense emotional turmoil, Gradually found a trace of clarity of mind.

"My obsession...who...Brother An...Brother An..." It was only a fleeting moment of clarity, but the ghost in the painting finally caught the white gleam, remembered that, he didn't want to forget, Also can not forget the people.

Finally, the blood and tears in the ghost's eyes in the painting stopped flowing, and the redness in the eyes gradually faded away, but the slightly ferocious expression remained frozen in place.

"You know... my brother An..."

"I don't know who your big brother An is, but I know that there is a person who devoted his life and turned into a protective force, attached to this painting to protect his lover."

Han Jingyun spoke in a slightly low voice, as if sighing, telling what he had found in the picture scroll, and when he finished speaking, he raised his left hand and formed a fist with five fingers, waiting for the ghost in the painting to focus all his attention on his hand When it was up, Han Jingyun's palm slowly opened, revealing a shiny white bead in the palm.

The ghost in the painting looked dazed at first, but then his eyes widened and his pupils trembled violently. He was very familiar with the aura of this white bead.

"Brother An..."

"This is his protection for you. I think it should be returned to you." While speaking, Han Jingyun pinched the white bead and touched it to the forehead of the ghost in the painting. Embedded effortlessly, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

According to the original estimate, the matter has developed to this point, and it has basically come to an end. Let the ghost in the painting express his feelings, and the matter will be fine.

As for the love story of the ghost in the painting hundreds of years ago, Han Jingyun said that he has no interest at all.

But the accident happened in an instant, not to mention the non-professional Zhu Xiyan who was watching and thinking more, even Han Jingyun was involved by a huge force before he could react. Zhu Xiyan hugged her tightly into her arms, and then lost consciousness irresistibly.

For Han Jingyun, this was really a pit in the ground, and he fell very badly.

When Han Jingyun regained consciousness again, when he opened his eyes, the room was full of antiques, um, and the essence of poverty was revealed everywhere.

The moment Han Jingyun woke up, his vigilance was raised to the highest level. He instinctively turned over and got out of bed, and put on a defensive posture. However, he did not expect that his body would be so weak at the moment, and he fell directly to the ground with a roll. If he hadn't raised his head in time, he probably would have sucked blood and made a hole on the stool.

Han Jingyun broke out in a cold sweat in fear, calmed down and got up slowly, and finally opened the closed door.

"Hey, Mr. An, are you awake? How is it? Are you feeling better? The doctor just came to see you an hour ago and said that you should be fine. After taking the medicine for two more days, you can rest and breathe well. You have to pay more attention, don't catch a cold again."

A loud female voice sounded from the side, and Han Jingyun looked over subconsciously. It was a chubby aunt who was chatting with Han Jingyun kindly with a smile on her face. He thanked the aunt for her concern politely, but in his heart he was Doubtful.

Why does this aunt call him Mr. An?

Suspicious in Han Jingyun's heart, he hesitated for a few seconds before turning around and returning to the room. There was no mirror in the room, only a copper basin for washing his face, which happened to be half full of water. When he lowered his head, he saw his own reflection on the water.

However, that was not his face at all, but a completely unfamiliar face.

"Mr. An..." The surname An is quite special. It was mentioned by the ghost in the painting not long ago, which makes people have to connect the two things.

Just as he was thinking, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and then he saw a ten-year-old boy dressed as a book boy poking his head in from the door, "Master An, are you recovering from your illness? My young master His class has been suspended for several days, and he misses you!"

"Your... young master?"

Han Jingyun suddenly became dizzy, and reached out his hand to support the wooden frame at the side in time, and managed to stabilize his figure. The little bookboy jumped in surprise, rushed in and helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, and kept booing and asking for warmth. How did the book boy know that Han Jingyun's brain was experiencing a memory storm at the moment.

I don't know what happened, but his current identity is An Shuyan, the teacher of Bai Ziyan, the young master of the White Mansion. He fell ill due to a cold five days ago, and he recovered today. If he is not mistaken, An Shuyan is the ghost in the painting My lover, then, is Bai Ziyan the ghost in the painting?

Where is his brother?

Han Jingyun had an intuition that if he wanted to find his brother, he had to meet Bai Ziyan first, which made him a little impatient, but unfortunately, his physical condition did not allow it. His legs were weak at the moment, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

In such a weak state, he had never been seriously injured in his previous life, which made him very unacceptable.

"Master An, don't force yourself, the young master is very worried about you, you can go to teach the young master after you recover your body..." The little book boy is still talking non-stop, what can Han Jingyun do? Woolen cloth?In his current physical condition, even if he wanted to force it, he couldn't force it. He had to take care of his body first.

Fortunately, the foundation of this body is still quite good. After another two days of nourishment and a few doses of medicine, Han Jingyun finally recovered. Early this morning, the little book boy came to pick him up with a bus.

"Master An, hurry up and get in the car, the young master is waiting for you in the mansion."

"Thank you."

Han Jingyun followed An Shuyan's temperament, thanked him politely, got into the carriage, and went all the way to An Mansion smoothly, entered through the side door, and was led directly by the little book boy to the Yan Xin Garden of the second young master Bai Ziyan.

"Master, you are here!"

A white figure jumped out lively from the archway, smiling brightly with the sun on his face, his brows and eyes turning into crescent moons.

That posture, that appearance, that soul fluctuation, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhu Xiyan.

"Brother..." Han Jingyun murmured this brother unconsciously, and it was in his mouth, even he himself couldn't hear clearly, and others couldn't hear clearly.

"Master, are you really nice? Don't take a long vacation anymore. I'm bored if you don't come to teach me!" Bai Ziyan is still just a 15-year-old child, innocent and romantic, completely ignorant of the sinister world.

In the end, what has he experienced to turn into the ghost in the painting?

Moreover, why does his brother have no memory of his own, but it seems that he is Bai Ziyan in the first place?

The author’s gossip: I actually forgot to put the manuscript box yesterday, I almost forgot, as usual, please recommend, ask for collection, okay~~