[Flower Thousand Bone Colleagues] Why can't you be idle?

Haishi is approaching, and the world is at first quiet.

Under the autumn wind and bright moon, on the main island of Changliu, among the three holy halls, the Jueqing Hall is the coldest and most solemn.

Every time Sheng Xiaomo comes to this Palace of Heartlessness, he can't help but sigh secretly in his heart. Although Bai Zihua, the head of Changliu, needs to abstain from greed, desire and love, there is no need for him to change. It becomes more and more cold and indifferent, and there is no need to make such a good residence so lonely and cold.

I don't know if the senior brother in charge knows, how can there be great love if there is no heart?

……

On the south side of the main hall of the Jueqing Hall, there is the Shuxin Pavilion used as a study room, and the Shenhan Hall used as a sleeping hall.

At this time, in Shuxin Pavilion, a huge luminous pearl is shining brightly, and the exquisitely carved Hetian jade lotus incense burner is burning with incense, and wisps of green smoke rise up, and the room is full of elegant and clear rosin. Refreshing.

Shuxin Pavilion is not only a place where Bai Zihua browses classics and books on weekdays or handles long-term affairs, but also a place where Bai Zihua and Sheng Xiaomo often get together to drink tea and play chess.

Bai Zihua and Sheng Xiaomo sat face to face on the futon as usual, one clings to the white ones, the other clings to the black ones, the two come and go, one clings to one one, they land on the white jade patterned scale in turn.

After a while, the black and white stones that had already spread all over the white jade scale had also experienced several silent alternations of life and death, and now the black and white stones became more and more invincible, which can be described as a stalemate.

After another half hour, the situation has changed slightly - the black stone held by Sheng Xiaomo began to gain the upper hand, while the white stone held by Bai Zihua was slightly better.

"It seems that this round was won by the senior brother who is the head of the sect." Even though he said so, looking at Sheng Xiaomo's leisurely expression, it can be seen that he doesn't care much about the outcome.

For him, playing chess is just for entertainment and has nothing to do with winning or losing.

Regarding this, Bai Zihua turned a deaf ear to it, and held on to Bai Ziluowenping.

After Bai Zihua had landed, Bai Zihua said quietly, "It's the younger brother who gave way."

Sheng Xiaomo didn't need to look down, he already knew that Bai Zihua was determined by himself this time.

The brothers and sisters were speechless for a while, but they picked up the teacup in hand in a very tacit understanding, and were about to take a sip of tea...

In an instant, Bai Zihua's movement of wanting to drink tea paused, he slightly frowned his sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into his temples, then slowly put down the teacup, and with a slight twist of his wrist, a picture scroll appeared on Bai Zihua's face out of thin air. hand.

Sheng Xiaomo raised his eyebrows slightly, and seeing Bai Zihua's suspicious expression, and feeling the spiritual fluctuations left by the spell cast on the scroll, he knew that the scroll was given to him by someone through a spell. Bai Zihua, who was in the Palace of Unrequited Love, couldn't help feeling a little curious.

After Bai Zihua unfolded the picture scroll, Sheng Xiaomo immediately saw Bai Zihua who had only a few expressions in the past thousand years, from the initial obvious shock, to the vague sadness, and finally to the blushing face. I couldn't tell whether it was angry or ashamed, so I couldn't help but leaned over in great surprise——

I saw that it was a painting, and the person in the painting was none other than Changliu Shangxian Baizi's painting.

Bai Zihua stood on the distant Palace of Unrequited Love, wearing a silver hollowed-out feather crown, with picturesque eyebrows, dressed in a spotless white dress, and the head of the palace feather around his waist was almost transparent, like a tall and straight tree. The green pine stands majestically, holding a faintly flowing horizontal frost sword behind its back, like an awe-inspiring and inviolable god from the nine heavens, overlooking the mundane smoke and the lights of thousands of families.

Even though he is lonely and out of the dust like the severe winter frost and snow, there is still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Although the smile is not obvious, it is just like Bai Zihua's thoughts of protecting the world for thousands of years—— — Sweet as sweets, no regrets.

This painter is not only superb in painting skills, but also he definitely understands Bai Zihua, otherwise the aura and demeanor of the person in the painting will not be portrayed in a perfect score, even the blank space is extremely appropriate, flowing with a flowing water. This kind of indescribable profound implication is amazing.

If there is no inscribed poem written in a chic and elegant line, the painting by Changliu Shangxian Baizi can be described as perfect.

——Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and her beauty is like jade and swords are like rainbows.

There are only three characters in the signature, which are still written in a chic and elegant style.

—— Yun Shuchen.

Sheng Xiaomo laughed unkindly, what the hell is this inscription?

Shouldn't the next sentence of "Yun Xiang Clothes Hua Xiang Rong" be "Spring Breeze Revlon"?Why did Yun Shuchen respond with the phrase 'beauties are like jade and swords are like rainbows'?

The most important point is that whether it is "Yunxiang Clothes and Flower Xiangrong" or "Beauty is like jade and sword is like rainbow", these lines are used to describe the otherworldly and refined Bai Zihua...

I have to say, it really fits well!

No wonder the sect master's face turned red, how much of it was anger, and how much was shame, only he knew.

Hearing Sheng Xiaomo's laughter, Bai Zihua was so startled that he hurriedly put the painting into the ruins cauldron, but his movements showed a bit of panic, which made Sheng Xiaomo laugh even more cheerfully. It's rare to see Bai Zihua lose his composure like this.

Embarrassed and angry, Bai Zihua quickly gave Sheng Xiaomo a cold look. Sheng Xiaomo, who was good at observing words and expressions, also knew that his senior brother, the head of the sect, had become angry from embarrassment, so he hurriedly cleared his throat to hide his smile. Yun Shuchen was overwhelmed with admiration.

Sheng Xiaomo even thought about——

If Bai Zihua became angry and wanted to expel Yun Shuchen from Changliu, he would try his best to keep her; if Yun Shuchen won the first prize in the Immortal Sword Conference and Bai Zihua refused to accept her as his apprentice, he would definitely accept her as his apprentice. Christian...

Yun Shuchen is so funny!

How could such a person who dared to molested the senior brother in charge not be accepted as a disciple?

The angry and ashamed Bai Zihua didn't bother to care about whether Sheng Xiaomo was still in Shuxin Pavilion, as soon as he stood up, he left with a cold face and shook his sleeves without looking back.

Sheng Xiaomo said that he was finally able to laugh unscrupulously.

……

Bai Zihua came to the dew wind stone outside the temple, and through the microscopic spell, he knew that Yun Shuchen was in the pavilion on the mountain behind Changliu, humming a tune with a smile on his face, and drawing with a brush smoothly... ...looks like he's in a great mood.

Thinking of that painting, Bai Zihua couldn't help but blushed and snorted coldly, but still couldn't help waving his long sleeves lightly, wanting to see what Yun Shuchen would draw again.

The picture gradually moved from far to near, and I saw that Yun Shuchen was drawing a picture of a lone crane sleeping in a cold pine tree. Although it hadn't been painted yet, the speed of drawing was extremely fast, and it only took a moment to complete it, which shows that His paintings are profound.

Sure enough, as he expected, Yun Shuchen paused for a while, and the painting was completed.

The world only knows that Bai Zihua's cultivation is outstanding, but very few people know that Bai Zihua is very good at painting, so he has always had his eyes above the top, and few people can get his praise with a painting, even if he is quite talented. The Danqing made by Sheng Xiaomo can only get his "fair".

As for Yun Shuchen, who was always at odds with him, Bai Zihua had no choice but to praise him sincerely. The picture of the lone crane sleeping in the cold pine is really excellent, and Yun Shuchen's lifelike painting is second best...

The most important thing is that the lines of the painting Lonely Crane Sleeping in Han Pine are smooth and neat, and the place where the pen is written may be rigid or soft or both. It shows the noble character of Gu He and Han Song's arrogance.

"What poem should I write for this painting?"

Yun Shuchen's soliloquy was heard on the screen, but Bai Zihua's heart trembled violently, and he thought of the phrase "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, her beauty is like jade and sword is like a rainbow"...

Bai Zihua said that he wanted to bury Yun Shuchen alive.

After a lot of hard thinking, Yun Shuchen blinked his eyes, raised his red lips and smiled in satisfaction, and said, "Let's just say 'Life is not satisfactory in this world, so why not hang yourself on the southeast branch', anyway, the crane is not happy with death when it is asleep. It’s no different after that.”

Bai Zihua: "..."

This Yun Shuchen's behavior is even more terrifying than the whirling robbery!

A faint silver light flashed across, and Bai Zihua's figure disappeared from the Lufeng Stone.

……

Yun Shuchen was about to write down that line of poem, but saw the painting on the stone table floating away quickly, as if someone cast a spell on purpose.

Following the painting and flying towards the direction of the visitor, he raised his eyes and saw Bai Zihua with a frosty complexion. His expression was taken aback for a moment, and then he burst out laughing loudly, until Bai Zihua's cheeks flushed again, and his heart The more angry and ashamed.

Bai Zihua said that he had the heart to kill Yun Shuchen.

"To shut up!"

Although this order was brief, Yun Shuchen could hear the impatience in it, so in order to prevent Bai Zihua from being overwhelmed with anger, she had to do her best to restrain the urge to laugh again, and squeezed her lips together tightly. Red lips, pretending to be constipated.

Bai Zihua pointed at Yun Shuchen the picture of a lone crane sleeping in a cold pine tree in his hand, and said in a cold voice of course and confidently: "I want this painting!"

I will never allow you to spoil such a painting with such a mess of poems!

What the hell is "Life is not satisfactory in this world, it is better to hang yourself on the southeast branch"?

I don't ask you to persuade the world with paintings, but please don't persuade death with paintings!

"Does Your Majesty like the painting by the disciple?" Yun Shuchen couldn't help but was stunned for a moment, his bright autumn eyes shone with a gleam of light.

As soon as the words fell, Bai Zihua felt a little embarrassed, but still said with a bit of coyness: "This painting is deeply in my heart."

Hearing this, Yun Shuchen decided to treat Bai Zihua well in the future, his brows and eyes unconsciously bent into a beautiful crescent shape, and he couldn't help but smiled coquettishly and nodded, "Since Your Majesty wants that painting, the disciple should take care of it." Send them off, and at the same time, this disciple would also like to thank your lord for your love."

right right...

According to the "Secret History of Changliu", Bai Zihua, the 120th head of the sixth generation of Changliu, is very good at Danqing. The cultivation base is generally exquisite.

——It seems that what you said is true.

Yun Shuchen loved painting since she was a child, and she still loves painting today.

If he hadn't remembered that Bai Zihua was very good at painting, Yun Shuchen might have forgotten that he had been obsessed with Bai Zihua's paintings for a long time.

Regarding the words that Bai Zihua said, Yun Shuchen couldn't help but happily expressed that getting the words that Bai Zihua said made her feel that she would have no regrets in this life than hearing so many compliments from others!

I am used to seeing Yun Shuchen's gentle, calm, indifferent, indifferent, elegant, serious, serious, vicious appearance, etc., and looking at Yun Shuchen at this moment, he is like a little girl who has been approved by the elders, faintly revealing With a delicate and innocent side, Bai Zihua was caught off guard and his heart softened. He also forgot Yun Shuchen's 'terrible' behavior before, a faint smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he was not stingy in praising her.

"You are really good at drawing."

After finishing speaking, Bai Zihua saw Yun Shuchen who lowered his head and eyebrows impressively, and smiled so much that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yun Shuchen like this is really cute.

"It's late at night, you should go back to the Hall of Hai to rest earlier."

Yun Shuchen quickly raised his head, his smiling eyes were as bright as stars, and he replied with a smile: "Yes!"

In response to Yun Shuchen, Bai Zihua couldn't help chuckling.

With a cheerful smile on Yun Shuchen's face, he happily put a set of painting utensils on the stone table into the ruins cauldron, then walked out of the gazebo, and bowed to Bai Zihua in salute, with a gentle tone full of concern. "It's late at night, even if your lord is already an immortal, you should go back to the Palace of Unrequited Love to rest. Even if you don't live for the world, your lord should do it for yourself."

After hearing this, Bai Zihua couldn't help being taken aback.

"Disciple farewell."

When Bai Zihua came back to his senses, Yun Shuchen had already turned and left.

However, Yun Shuchen is Yun Shuchen after all, and Yun Shuchen's nature is bad.

Yun Shuchen turned around suddenly, looked back at Bai Zihua with a smile, and blew three kisses to Bai Zihua, causing Bai Zihua's eyes to widen, and his face full of shock Intoxicating flush.

Seeing this situation, Yun Shuchen couldn't help laughing and hurried away with the sword, and when Bai Zihua found out that he had been tricked again, he was so angry that he wanted to cut Yun Shuchen with the Hengshuang sword immediately, but he ignored it. That moment when my heart jumped so fast that I could hear the sound of drums beating.

The author has something to say: Do you feel that both Your Majesty and Yun Shuchen are OOC...

If this is not considered OOC, the author will not forget to make the plot of their OOC more violent...

Anyway, my heart is so broken that there is no dross left _(:з」∠)_

————————————·Informal extras·————————————

The year and day of Bai Zihua's death happened to be the 1000th year of that person's death.

After that person died, Bai Zihua resigned from the head of Changliu and lived in seclusion in the forbidden forest in the back mountain of Changliu.

This seclusion never came out of the mountain again.

Even when Changliu suffered a serious natural disaster, he never offered any help.

Bai Zihua has already realized that all living beings have their own birth and death, no matter how much everything in the world is, whether it is born or die and let it go, there is neither self nor thing and nothing without self, this is the unity of heaven and man, and the way to become a god.

However, when he was choosing to be promoted to a god, choose reincarnation, or choose nirvana, he resolutely chose nirvana.

There is no other reason, lest that person live cold and alone in the legendary land of returning to ruins.

He was going there to be with her.

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More than 2000 years later, the man inadvertently broke into a bamboo house standing by the river in the Forbidden Forest of Houshan, which is the residence of Bai Zihua, the 120th sixth-generation head of Changliu according to legend, after he resigned as the head.

She gently pushed open the firewood door, began to tour the small bamboo house, and finally came to a room where the sealing power was gradually weakening.

With just a wave of the plain white sleeve robe, it contained the profound mana possessed by her as an immortal, and the seal was broken immediately.

As soon as she stepped into the room, she immediately saw the picture of a lone crane sleeping in a cold pine tree hanging high on the wall, without any inscription or signature...

More importantly, the painter of that picture was very similar to herself, but she remembered that she had clearly never painted that picture. Why did she feel in her heart that she had painted that picture before?

Also, why did she feel sad when she saw that picture?

She couldn't help but burst into tears because of this.

The sadness in her heart came too unexpectedly, she could no longer hold back and decided to run away.

——Everything that makes her sad, she will resolutely and ruthlessly discard it.

Since then, she has never been to Changliu's Forbidden Forest in Houshan again.

As the years passed, she had long forgotten that there was a picture in the small bamboo house in the Forbidden Forest in the back mountain that made her heartbroken.

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After such a torture, I finally recovered a little bit from being demolished_(:з」∠)_

God, please let the violent storm come more violently_(:з」∠)_