Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

In the next few days, Xuehuai followed Yun Cuo to the top of Yunjian Mountain, practicing meditation.

Yun Cuo is still practicing his mind-watching method, but every time it is still the same as the last time, he just tasted it, stopped in front of all the colors he could see, and followed Xuehuai's voice to identify them.

He gradually learned painting from Xuehuai.Xuehuai painted Danqing, mainly black, supplemented by cinnabar and azurite, but Yuncuo got all kinds of paints from nowhere—the red gold borrowed from the Phoenix, the colorful purple from the peacock, and so on. All kinds of bold and unrestrained colors are piled together, and according to his memories and imaginations, he can still draw a lot of paintings that Xuehuai thinks are good.

There are too many colorful things in the fairy world, and the fairy family has a good face, so like ordinary people, they only love the two colors of blue and blue, and don't like such miscellaneous things.

Xuehuai once had a whim, and pulled him to take the painting scroll and go to the world to sell paintings.He packed the picture scroll of himself and Yuncuo, and called his junior sister and her fiancé-in-law, and the group sneaked down to the mortal world.

The two of them sell paintings, while the younger junior sister and her Taoist companion perform art, one plays the zither and the other plays the flute.Yun Cuo and Xue Huai squatted side by side, listening and yelling leisurely - most of the time it was Xue Huai who yelled. In front of Xuehuai, for fear that he would bump into it.

Their group of people is really too unusual, even though they are wearing masks and the most plain crane brocade, they still have to be suspected of being some rich and noble sons who came here to have fun.

It was a sunny day, on the streets of the water town, where they were, there were small bridges and flowing water, and the wind was warm.Sitting there with the romantic boy and the pretty girl is a beautiful sight.The little junior sister is open-minded and can let go, and she is not angry when she meets someone who comes to tease her with good intentions, but instead smiles and talks with them, chatting all over the world.The immortal family doesn't know anything about the world, and they can't talk indirectly. The few remaining members of them try their best to make friends. Before others understand what's going on, they can't breathe from laughing.

Yun Cuo also laughed.He didn't follow the joke, but just saw Xuehuai's eyes crooked, so he also crooked his eyes.When he saw customers coming, he tried to learn to smile.

At the end of the count, their beautiful and clever little junior sister earned the most taels, followed by Xuehuai.

Only Yuncuo didn't sell anything - he was in charge of helping Xuehuai collect money and scroll paintings.No one came to buy his own mixed and strange paintings, or some people came to look at them, frowning and shaking their heads.

The two junior sisters decided to use the money they earned to spend a few days in the mortal world, while Xue Huai and Yun Cuo considered going back to practice and planned to go back home.

Xuehuai was about to close the stall, but Yuncuo looked at the empty painting scroll in front of him, a little puzzled: "Xuehuai, if you are short of money, you can sell the painting to me. Ordinary people's silver is worthless."

Xuehuai raised her eyebrows and said, "It's not for making money, it's for people to like it. Isn't this very interesting? Think about it, some people will hang our calligraphy and paintings in the fairy world at home in the future, maybe they are for the children at home to copy and learn Paintings, maybe they will be placed in front of the bed for a lifetime...Of course, they may also be used to light fires or place table corners...Maybe before we know it, a calligraphy and painting can also promote love for others, isn't it very interesting? interesting?"

Yun Cuo thought for a while, then looked down at his pile of paintings: "You shouldn't have put my paintings on display, no one will buy them."

"Who said that?" Xuehuai conjured up two slings of money from a mortal out of nowhere, walked around in front of the stall solemnly, and called him: "Hey, boss, who made these paintings? But a scholar who is rushing to take the exam this year? Such a talent , will be able to go to high school! If you become famous in the future, I will wait for you to rise to the sky, and the painting in your hand will be worth a fortune!"

He really looks like this person when he pretends, he is cute and lively, Yuncuo couldn't help but want to laugh when he glanced at him: "These words are so vulgar, Xuehuai."

Xuehuai looked at him: "Then where did you hear about it?"

"There are also storytellers in the underground teahouse in the Demon Realm. I used to go there with my mother behind my back." Yun Cuo said.

Xuehuai bent down to pick up his painting: "Then you will take me to play in the future."

He solemnly handed over his two coins to Yun Cuo: "Take it well, I earned it from part-time jobs when I went down to play in the mortal world. That's all I earned."

Yun Cuo took it over flattered.

The two of them squatted down together to tidy up Yun Cuo's leftover paintings.Unexpectedly, a person came by at this time, hesitantly asked: "Boss, is this going to close the stall? Are you still selling it?"

Yuncuo and Xuehuai looked at each other.Yun Cuo was stunned, but Xue Huai hurriedly replied: "I still sell it."

The man looked happy, came over to have a look, and took away the three paintings of Yun Cuo in a pleasant surprise: "I saw these paintings just now, they are very interesting! Okay, how much is the total?"

Yun Cuo was a little surprised, and subconsciously glanced at Xue Huai.

Xuehuai, however, was very polite: "The calligraphy and paintings in this store are all ten characters. These are the latest paintings of the Baifengyun family. It is the first attempt to integrate various genres, and there are still shortcomings. It will be a good thing if people who are destined can appreciate it."

The man was still a little surprised: "What... what family? It sounds very interesting. Where is it from?"

Xuehuai looked serious: "Yes, yes."

After giving the money, I hugged and left.

Xuehuai happily took the money and stuffed it into Xuehuai's hands.

Yun Cuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where is anyone willing to buy my paintings? Xuehuai, this is a lie——"

"You said that I came here as a little liar." Xue Huai tiptoed, hooking his hands around his neck, causing him to lean forward slightly, looking down at his face.

Xuehuai lowered her voice, and muttered softly and tiredly: "Isn't someone buying this?"

He acted like a baby to him.It's been getting better lately.

Yun Cuo was a man with low self-esteem, and he could see it.Whether it's in love, on the battlefield or in other things, the part he thought was blank was covered up with all his hostility, but he was powerless to face him.

Yun moved his mouth, wanting to say something.

Seeing that there was no one around, Xuehuai quickly licked a small sip on his lips, and then retracted: "This is not the child I was looking for, Young Master Yun. I wanted to buy your painting, but someone else got in first. You have to pay me three."

Yun Cuo clasped his waist, almost unable to restrain his suppressed emotions, but just like him, tilted his head on his soft lips, and gave a light impression.

After eating in the mortal world, they returned to Xianshan on time, and set foot on the top of Yunjian Mountain to practice together.

Recently, Xuehuai has no longer been so afraid of this pure white mist.No matter when and where he practices, he can always know that Yun Cuo is by his side, and he can touch him when he reaches out, so he can feel at ease.

Murong Villa is like spring all the year round, and it just happened to be continuous spring rain recently, sweet and sticky, and the mist never dissipated.They hadn't seen the sun for days.

Yuncuo told him: "Xuehuai, don't be afraid. The weather will clear up in a few days, and when the sun shines, you will see the fog disperse."

Xuehuai asked him: "What's there after the breakup?"

After thinking about it for a while, Yuncuo told him: "The white river, the green trees, and... the mountains of various colors, the sky and the houses, and the people below."

Now he is like a child who has just learned about Hongmeng, learning to do what Xuehuai told him to do, and no longer imitating anyone else.When he was a child, he never saw the blue sky, but he knew to follow others to say the blue sky, blue sea, mountains and rivers, and now he started to learn it clumsily.

He said, "And you."

Xuehuai has recently developed a certain immunity to his various love stories, and whispered to him: "Don't talk! I'm going to start practicing. I think you don't have to accompany me today."

Yun Cuo didn't speak. Through the fog, Xuehuai didn't hear the sound of him getting up, but patiently coaxed: "I'm fine by myself, you have to let me go through this level, right? There won't be any major problems."

Yun Cuo said: "Then I'll wait for you on the other side, Xuehuai, don't wander around when you're afraid, take your sword with you, I'm afraid you'll walk out without paying attention, there is a river hanging underground, so be careful."

Xuehuai agreed, only then did he hear Yun Cuo moving away from him, and the sound of footsteps slowly disappearing beside him.

He practiced holding his breath.

After Yun Cuo left, the feeling of being alone gradually became apparent, and his heartbeat became faster and faster.Xuehuai tried her best to recall the events of these days, forced herself to calm down, and went deep into this silence like drinking poison to quench her thirst, to feel him.

He has always been that kind of person.If the meal is too spicy, you must take a sip of hot water pressure; if the wound is rotten, scrape the bone to heal the poison.He is afraid of the pure white mist, but he wants to come here to practice all day long.

Sometimes he can't help thinking that with his own aptitude, he is neither smart nor outstanding, but he can be called a good-natured man by his grandfather. There are good times and bad times.

He didn't count the time, he couldn't count how long he had been in this fog today.The spasm caused by fear made him sore from his shoulders to his back, like a person who has been huddled up in the cold wind all night, accompanied by real and false illusions, such as the fragmented pictures and human voices in his previous life, such as Black and white impermanence came out and swayed around again.

I don't know when it started, he slowly relaxed, like a flower swaying in the wind, slowly stretching its stems and leaves, until he returned to calm.

Xuehuai opened her eyes, rubbed her shoulders, and stood up.

"That's all," he thought.

But the moment he stood up, there was a scalp-numbing sound of wind in the white mist—the sound of an arrow.

As if a poisonous snake was standing behind him and spitting out letters, Xuehuai suddenly moved aside, barely dodging.The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and he didn't even know if it was real, but the coldness hidden in the wind made his scalp almost explode——

"Yun Cuo!" Xuehuai realized that his voice was hoarse when he spoke, and he tried hard to make his voice sound calm, "Yun Cuo, come and pick me up."

The sound of hurried footsteps came, followed by Yun Cuo's voice: "Xuehuai, where are you?"

"I'm here." Xue Huai said.

There is fog everywhere, and there is almost nowhere to set off. After taking a few steps, idlers will fall on the uneven road.Although Yuncuo had been familiar with the terrain of this place for several months, he panicked the moment he heard Xuehuai's voice——

He drew out a magic spell with his fingertips, which brought fire from the demon world. After the intense flame was compressed, it expanded rapidly, illuminating the entire mountaintop in an instant!

The white mist subsided quickly, and the flowers and plants were scorched and withered.In this light, he saw Xuehuai, and Xuehuai also saw him, ran over without saying a word, and threw himself into his arms.

He had never seen Xue Huai's expression like this before - dignified, uneasy, with a slight trembling of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

Fear is fear, but it seems to be thinking about other important matters.

He hugged him quickly, patted his back, and took off his robe to surround him: "What's the matter, Xuehuai? We won't come here to practice in the future, and we won't be here anymore."

Xuehuai shook her head: "No, it's not this."

He forced his head up and smiled: "What's the matter with you? I just called you, you almost burned the mountain, this time you are miserable, and you have to pay for your belt. Our old man is very stingy when it comes to flowers and plants , Every tree on this mountain was planted by him.”

Yun Cuo kissed his forehead: "It's okay. Xuehuai, what's wrong with you?"

Xue Huai looked at him quietly: "I fell asleep during practice, and then had a nightmare."

Instead of being angry because he went to war for a dream, Yun Cuo patted him on the back seriously: "Okay, it's okay, we won't come here in the future. We won't dream anymore."

He lowered his eyes and said: "You don't practice anymore, okay? Xuehuai, after you marry me, I will put you at home. I will give you whatever you want, okay?"

Xuehuai was amused by him: "Then you are too unreasonable. Don't worry, I'm fine, Junior Brother Yun."

He regained his composure.

There was a voice in the distance, it was Shahua who came over and called Xuehuai's name from a distance: "Xuehuai!"

He walked to the top and saw the dead grass and scorched wood all over the place. It turned out that the clouds shrouded in fairy mist were still gone forever, and he opened his mouth wide.

Xue Huai asked: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Sha Hua quickly reacted and told him: "Your crows are back."

He hesitated for a while, and then found another letter: "There is also... a letter from your father. It happened to come with them, so I will give it to you."

The Raven of the Underworld can judge all good and evil in the world, and never speaks lies, and is the most just and strict incarnation of the prisoner in heaven and earth.

The room was silent.

The leader of the letter crow squatted on the head of the gluttonous ghost, and said with a quack laugh: "Young Master Xue, we brought back what you asked for. The price of two hundred letter crows is not low. Before we tell you, do you have anything else? question?"

A crow like black smoke is about to merge with the shadow under the lamp.It laughed, and the gluttonous ghost trembled accordingly.

The calm and indifferent young man in front of it casually set up a barrier to isolate the sound, and the sound has completely calmed down.

"Have."

"Young Master Xue, you can just say it." Raven's laughter sounded more and more sinister. "We are always patient with those who have been to the other side of the underworld, we will not add money, and we will not tell anyone again."

Xue Huai was taken aback.

The letter crow flapped its wings and signaled him not to ask further questions: "Don't worry, Hades will keep the secret for you. You continue."

Xuehuai said in a low voice: "Since you can see that I have walked through the underworld, then tell me that in my previous life I was not shot to death by a flow arrow, but someone did something behind my back, right?"

Today's encounter reminded him of the scene before his death that he had forcibly forgotten - he didn't need to borrow mind-reading techniques, this was what he remembered.He didn't get separated from the army, and there were no other accidents. He just died on the battlefield.

That arrow hit the back of his head, not from the enemy, but from behind himself.

The letter crow flapped its wings, and said calmly, "Yes."

The author has something to say: Later in the story, both Yun Sansui and Xue Sisui were arrested for setting fire to the mountain and destroying the environment of the Immortal World. The full text is over [doge].