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The river was so fast that the body was like a swaying duckweed.

At the critical juncture of a narrow escape, Shi Dai didn't care to think about it. She saw a wave coming and hugged Jiang Baiyan's waist tightly.

Cutting off the water with a sword, the water waves broke into white foam.Jiang Baiyan turned around to shield her from the cold water spray.

"Thank you."
Shi Dai was embarrassed: "You don't have to...I'm already soaked anyway."

Shi Dai was very open-minded.
Jiang Baiyan wielded her sword in the water to fight off the enemy, which was already very energy-consuming. She was not so delicate that she could not get wet and cause trouble for him.

Just treat it as a winter swim.

The talisman he carried was soaked in water, but fortunately it was still functional.
Shi Dai came back to her senses and used the ghost-killing talisman to kill several monsters that emerged from the bottom of the water.

She and Jiang Baiyan were both in the water, and the thunder and fire talisman was absolutely useless, otherwise Jiang Baiyan would have turned into a fish that she had electrocuted.

The girl in his arms was slender and soft. Jiang Baiyan exerted force on his left arm, causing her breath to linger around his neck, causing his breath to become chaotic.

Only then can he be unscrupulous.
Both hugging and killing.

He had a deep-rooted preference for killing. Unexpectedly, he was even more greedy for the touch in his arms at this moment.
For the first time, facing endless opponents, Jiang Baiyan felt bored.

Jiang Baiyan felt that he was becoming strange little by little.

A brief daze appeared in his eyes, and it passed quickly.
The water cut off again, cutting the monsters that came forward into foam, and the familiar pleasure brought him back to clarity.

Jiang Baiyan raised the corners of his lips lightly.

His murderous intention is really terrifying, and his sword energy is so powerful that it is difficult for the monster in the painting to get close.
So when Liu Rutang emerged from the water, he couldn't tell who was the heinous criminal.

A very Jiang Baiyan style of play.
His sharp edge was revealed, his evil intentions were unbearable, and his whole body was filled with loose and pure murderous aura, especially because he was holding someone in his arms.

His red pupils flashed slightly, Liu Rutang touched the corner of his mouth.

She remembered Shi Dai's words and knew that the latter could not swim. After the three fell into the river, Liu Rutang's first reaction was to save her.
Then, Jiang Baiyan's white clothes were glimpsed under the dark water.
Doing good deeds without leaving a name, Liu Rutang chose to evacuate quietly.

"Are you all right?"
Seeing that the situation was stable, Liu Rutang wiped the water on his face and approached the two of them: "Let's get ashore as soon as possible, otherwise-"

Liu Rutang looked stern: "Be careful behind you!"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Baiyan raised his arm and waved his sword.

The waves rose nearby and turned into a huge open mouth of a beast, with sharp teeth that were about to bite the three people's necks.
The broken water slanted out, hitting the tip of the tongue in the bloody mouth. With the slight movement of Jiang Baiyan's wrist bone, it was completely torn apart.

Liu Rutang was greatly shocked: "The waves turned into the mouths of animals, Yu Zhi is really good at painting."

If Jiang Baiyan drew his sword more slowly, he would have lost his head.

"We're fine."
Shi Dai was also attracted by this weird scene and wiped a drop of water from the tip of her nose: "Are you okay?"

"Snakes can swim."
Liu Rutang grinned: "Let's go ashore."

It was late winter, the coldest time, and they were thrown into the bone-chilling water, not knowing whether they would catch the wind chill.

"Yu Zhihua has always known our whereabouts."
Shi Dai thought for a while: "It was at the top of the mountain at first, and then it fell into the canyon, which was also within her sight."

She wasn't very good in the water, but she could use her brain and was fairly clear.

There are mountains on the east and west sides, and in the south there are endless water waves, and the view is very low.
After looking around, recalling the trajectory of his and Liu Rutang's movements, and eliminating blind spots, Shi Dai's eyes brightened: "Yu Zhihua is most likely to be on the mountain in the north, facing us."

Jiang Baiyan raised his long eyelashes.

Unlike him and Liu Rutang, Shi Dai was not used to going into the water. After being frozen for such a time, the blood on her cheeks faded and her back couldn't stop trembling.
Even so, when she spoke, her eyes were like shining pearls, overflowing with brilliance under the moon.

It looks full of vitality, like bamboo that has been wet by heavy rain but is still growing wildly.
Shi Dai has always been like this.

Slightly distracted by the bright color in her eyes, Jiang Baiyan said yes.

The next moment, the water flow beneath him suddenly changed.

The rivers condensed and the land reappeared.
Shi Dai just had the real feeling of his feet landing on the ground. His eyes were swept away and his scalp was numb.

The water surrounding the three people gathered together and turned into countless jackals, tigers and leopards, surrounding them in the center.
The beasts bared their teeth, and the one closest to them opened its mouth, revealing its stern fangs.

Liu Rutang couldn't help but cursed: "No, so many?"
Lady Bai Jiu sniffed: "I'm hungry."
It once practiced in the mountains and loved hunting such beasts the most. The stronger the opponent, the more excited Lady Bai Jiu became.

Liu Rutang pressed the snake scales on her neck: "Transform yourself, and don't bite me with your mouth later!"

Her voice fell, and a huge white shadow floated behind her.
The white snake, which was as tall as a building, stretched out its body, its eyes even more scarlet, opened its big mouth, and dived towards the black herd of beasts.

After one bite, ink overflowed, and the taste was not good. White Snake showed a bitter expression.

Liu Rutang held a long whip and swept across it quickly. Wherever he passed, the wolves collapsed and melted into mist.

After landing on land, Shi Dai left Jiang Baiyan's arms. She didn't have time to wring out the water stains on her clothes and quickly use the talisman to fend off the enemy.

She understood why even Lady Bai Jiu said that Ben Ming Hua was difficult to deal with.
Every stroke and every painting here is controlled by Yu Zhihua. As long as she wants, she can keep them trapped in the ink tide forever.

The monsters in the painting are not tired, but their strength is passing away little by little.

More ink turned into a tide of beasts and rushed towards him. Liu Rutang was so dizzy that she suddenly exclaimed: "Chen Che, Liu Shuang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a half-hidden and half-revealed palm fell from the sky, and the spiritual energy overflowed, scattering the large group of jackals.
This is the palm print sent down by the heavenly official after inviting the gods.

Shi Dai looked up and saw a man and a woman standing on the top of a mountain not far away.
Chen Che's eyebrows were stern, Shen Liushuang was holding a long knife, and one corner of his robe was lifted up by the rustling wind.

"Yu Zhi painted in the north."
Liu Rutang raised his voice: "Outflank!"

Jiang Baiyan's expression remained unchanged, and his sword energy swept away, opening a passage.

The mountains and rock formations in the north are continuous, which makes it difficult to find people.
But Jiang Baiyan knows how to avoid bells and whistles.

Cut off the water and attack the mountain. The sword's will collides with the aura of the immortal in the painting, breaking it open in a moment.

The mountain peak collapsed and melted into a pool of ink, floating between heaven and earth.
If there is no mountain, cut off the next one.

"I think," Liu Rutang twitched the corner of her mouth, "the fairy in the painting must regret it, dragging him into the natal painting."
The landscape painting was played with like this. She imagined Yu Zhihua's state of mind at the moment and felt that the fairy in the painting was a bit miserable.

Lady Bai Jiu became one with her again, and while watching the excitement, she said: "Who says it's not the case?"

but--
Liu Rutang moved his eyes and glanced at Shi Dai in front of him.

Only Shi Dai could immediately accept Jiang Baiyan's brain circuit and was very interested in it.
The original dilemma of killing every step of the way has become a happy ending. She finds it interesting and sometimes points to a certain mountain peak: "Mr. Jiang, try that one."

So Jiang Baiyan raised his sword and chopped the towering ink into pieces.

Liu Rutang:......
Just be happy.
Thank you, painting fairy.

After being teased like this by Jiang Baiyan, not long after, the white shadow of the skirt appeared in the black ink.

Yu Zhi has a gloomy expression on the painting, holding a jade pen and scroll in his hand, leaping lightly to another mountain peak, waving his right hand lightly.

She was drawing in a hurry, and the ink turned into a chaotic black vortex. Just as she was about to continue writing, she saw the light of a knife passing by her side.

The spirit officer's mask was faintly hot, and Shen Liushuang's sword wind carried the power of the dragon.
Yu Zhihua gritted his teeth, covering his face with black ink, forming an iron shield.

She tried to dodge, but realized that there were also pursuers behind her.
Chen Che's spear carried the power of the Heavenly Official. The tip of the spear was raised, and the light of Shen Liushuang's sword gathered together to form a complex and huge net, making it difficult to break free.

His face was extremely pale, and Yu Zhihua's expression was calm, with only a slight frown.

In an instant, the mountain collapsed.
Chen Che and Shen Liushuang were stunned for a moment. She took the opportunity to retreat, but ran into a golden light.

——With sharp eyes and quick hands, Shi Dai threw out a talisman, and the aura happened to be concentrated on Yu Zhihua's escape path, under the hood.

The golden light was like a blade, hitting her back mercilessly.
Yu Zhihua groaned as severe pain hit him, and he saw sword energy flowing out again.

Under the siege of several people, she was at an absolute disadvantage and it was impossible to escape.
Duan Shui's sword intent became powerful, piercing her chest and crushing the life scroll she held tightly in her hand.

Zhen'Esi needed her confession, but Jiang Baiyan restrained his murderous thoughts and did not kill him.

"finally."
After going back and forth for so long, Liu Rutang panted: "It's over."

Shi Dai was so tired that she raised her hand to touch her forehead.
Her whole body was soaked with water, and she immediately chased after Yu Zhihua. When she reacted, she realized that the cold air had almost penetrated into her bones.

It's not hot yet.
Wait until tomorrow. You won’t have a fever, right?
Shen Liushuang came to her and lowered her voice: "Falled into the water?"
Looking at the clothes of Jiang Baiyan and Liu Rutang, they were also wet.

"fine."
Shi Dai didn't think there was anything wrong, and wanted to share with her what she saw and heard in the natal painting. She was very happy: "The fairy's brush in the painting can fill up the mountains. We stood in the canyon, and the mountains on both sides suddenly turned into rivers, and we were swept away. Flooded."

As he was talking, his body was tightly wrapped in a dark coat.
Shen Liushuang's mask was lifted on top of her head, revealing a pair of sharp phoenix eyes. She moved gently and straightened her clothes: "Don't let the cold wind blow."

On the other side, Chen Che put the robe on Liu Rutang's back without saying a word.
He didn't say much, and looked at Yu Zhihua: "Do you know the crime?"

The chest was pierced, and blood flowed out.
The fragments of the life painting were scattered around his feet, and Yu Zhihua lowered his eyes and said nothing.

After a long silence, she whispered: "What will happen to Wei Xiao?"

Her hair was messy and draped over her shoulders, with a few strands blocking her dark eyes. She remained motionless, seeming to be thinking.
Yu Zhihua said: "Except for Jin Niang, I killed the other dead."

"If you kill someone because of your own greed, you are guilty if you do it."
Wrapping Chen Che's robe tightly, Liu Rutang peeled off Bai Jiu Niangzi from her body. The scarlet red in her eyes faded and turned back to as black as ink jade.

She frowned: "Why are you doing this for him?"

He didn't have much contact with Yu Zhihua, but Liu Rutang knew that he was a smart man.
It was undoubtedly a stupid thing to commit the crime for Wei Xiao.What does Yu Zhi draw?Because Wei Xiao's past life was destined to her?
Shi Dai sniffed and exhaled hot breath into her palm: "Do you want to stay together with Wei Xiao?"

In the painting environment, she asked Jiang Baiyan related questions.
The fairy in the painting will not be reincarnated, but he can live forever.Compared with Yu Zhihua, Wei Xiao is a mortal with a limited lifespan.

She lost Qin Xiao once, so she must cherish Wei Xiao very much now.

But... Shi Dai scratched her head.
Qin Xiao and Wei Xiao can't be considered the same person after reincarnation, right?Did Yu Zhihua do this to compensate for his lover from 40 years ago, or was it just for Wei Xiao himself?
Yu Zhihua didn't know what he was thinking, but after listening to Shi Dai's words, he smiled softly.
After laughing, he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes without saying a word.

She used her natal painting today, which consumed a lot of spiritual energy in her body. Now the painting was destroyed by Jiang Baiyan, and she suffered severe damage.

Seeing her expression, Shi Dai had an inexplicable strange feeling.
From the beginning, she identified the murderer in front of Yu Zhihua, had a gentle attitude towards convenience, and was calm and calm from beginning to end.

It was like... waiting for Shi Dai to finish speaking, waiting for the dust to settle.

Yu Zhihua half-closed his eyes, and the broken natal painting trembled slightly, filled with spiritual energy.

They are in the world of scrolls. Looking up, the ink melts and the mountains and rivers collapse.

Looking around, Shi Dai was stunned.
She thought that the illusion had dissipated and that she could return to the main hall of the Wei Mansion. Unexpectedly, the scene changed several times and she arrived in a strange place.

This is a study room.The book is full of fragrance and quiet. There are pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table, as well as several open books.

"what?"
Liu Rutang also looked confused: "Where is this?"

"The natal painting is connected to the inner alchemy of Yu Zhi's painting. If the scroll is damaged, most of her inner alchemy should be broken."
Lady Bai Jiu stuck her head out: "The spiritual energy is leaking out. This is an illusion formed by her inner elixir."

"Illusion?"
Shen Liushuang lowered his head and looked at his palm: "Is it the same as the painting?"
They were not given prompt notes for role play.

"different."
Lady Bai Jiu rolled her eyes: "I don't know more about it. There are too few immortals in the painting, and I have only seen one whose natal painting was damaged. Just wait and see what happens."

The immortal in the painting is calm, not aggressive, and as expected, has no danger in his inner alchemy.

After a moment of silence, Lady Bai Jiu muttered: "If you want to say... Since the painting of the fairy in the painting is condensed by memory, maybe this is also the memory deep in her inner elixir?"

After speaking, it narrowed its eyes and hissed slightly.

The night is quiet, the moon is white and the wind is clear.
The wind blew through the window and opened a page of the book on the table.The paper made a soft clatter, and the black and white words were illuminated by the moonlight.

Shi Dai watched quietly, then her eyes suddenly stopped.

In the empty study room, a glistening white index finger quietly dropped down and tapped the page of the book.
Like splashing ink and putting pen to paper, a figure slowly emerged in mid-air. At first, it showed long and slender fingers, then the body and limbs were revealed, and finally, with thick ink and heavy colors, a familiar face was outlined.

It's a painting by Yu Zhi.
Compared to her current state of shock, she looks much more confused, like a newborn, full of curiosity about everything around her.

"This is……"
Shi Dai was surprised: "When was Yu Zhihua born?"

"You are right."
Lady Bai Jiu thought thoughtfully: "Let's take a look at the memories in her inner alchemy."

*
The first thing Yu Zhihua saw in his life was a book.

The fairy in the painting is conceived by the aura of heaven and earth and has no father or mother.She was born in a study room of a scholarly family. As soon as she opened her eyes, she could see ink letters under the moon.

Although it was his first incarnation, Yu Zhihua knew the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as his wonderful paintings. From that day on, he traveled around the territory of Jokhang.

She had no worries and was used to being alone. She met Qin Xiao by chance.

The south of the Yangtze River was prosperous, and there were many merchants and bandits raiding homes and houses.
Yu Zhihua was walking alone, and she was a gentle young girl. She was walking on the mountain road and met a bandit one day.

Before she could take action, the sudden sword light turned around and landed on the bandit leader's neck.

He was a young man in a green shirt, with bright eyes and high spirits. Due to his movements, his casually tied ponytail swayed slightly.

"So energetic."
The man smiled and said to the bandits who were holding swords and halberds: "Why don't you come and fight me." Then he was naturally attacked by the group.

His swordsmanship was not bad, and with his azure light, he hit several bandits unable to fight back.However, there were too many opponents, so he fought alone and received several bloody cuts on his body.

At that time, Yu Zhihua had been incarnated for more than ten years, and he had some knowledge of the ability to turn the imaginary into the real. I saw that he had a jade pen with his left and right branches.

With one stroke, the long knife rose up in the air and slashed straight into one person's chest. The bandits were so horrified that they retreated one after another, thinking they had encountered some strange mountain ghost and fled in confusion.

Looking at the young man holding the sword, he was secretly glancing at her with his peripheral vision.
Meeting Yu Zhihua's eyes, he turned away rather shyly and covered the side of his face with one hand: "Don't look at me, it's too embarrassing."

He wanted to be a hero to save the beauty, but he found that this seemingly weak lady was hiding something secret. In fact, he was helped by her instead.
Yu Zhihua could tell that his mood was very complicated.

The young man faced many enemies and was seriously injured, his body covered with blood and flesh.
There was no doctor in the wilderness, so Yu Zhihua had no choice but to give him medicine to heal his injuries. He then announced his name as Qin Xiao.

She nodded, her tone inaudible, "Yu Zhihua."

"Is Miss Yu a cultivator or a demon?"
Qin Xiao's eyes were dark and he looked at her with interest. Only her outline remained in his pupils: "Can your pen make everything you draw come true?"

He was obviously injured and throbbing in pain, but when he spoke, he was like a lively puppy.

Yu Zhihua thought this person was strange.

She has an indifferent temperament and has no friends or relatives. She has always been polite and distant when getting along with others.
Qin Xiao has a completely opposite personality to hers. He is curious about everything and enthusiastic about everyone, like an unquenchable fire.

Yu Zhihua could not understand such emotions.
It doesn't matter whether she is unkind or cold by nature. She has been immersed in books and ink for a long time, and the emotions and desires of ordinary people are incomprehensible to her.

Compared with gold and silver jewelry, flowers in front of the moon, Yu Zhihua is more addicted to reading and painting.

All in all, she and Qin Xiao got to know each other vaguely, and while bandaging his wounds, she found a cave to sit down temporarily.

Qin Xiao grew up in Suzhou. His parents were martial arts masters. Influenced by them, he practiced swordsmanship hard since he was a child and had good talent.
Speaking of his name, the young man smiled happily and told her with a little excitement: "Because it's called 'Qin Xiao', I learned to play the flute. Do you want to hear it?"

Yu Zhihua was not very interested and nodded habitually.
Qin Xiao excitedly took out the bamboo flute from his baggage.

His flute sound was obviously not as talented as his swordsmanship, and besides, he was covered in bloodstains and felt painful and weak.
After finishing the piece of music, Qin Xiao blushed and covered his face again: "I'm not like this usually."

Yu Zhihua blinked: "Yeah."

Worried about Qin Xiao's safety, Yu Zhihua escorted him all the way back to the city.
They met by chance that day, but she didn't take it to heart and found a random inn to stay in Suzhou.By a very coincidence, the martial arts gym next to the inn is Qin Xiao's family.

They met by chance again and guessed that she knew nothing about Suzhou, so Qin Xiao offered to take her around.

There are outstanding people in Suzhou and Hangzhou, so Yu Zhihua stayed in the city for the time being.

During this period, Qin Xiao took her to many places, such as Huxin Pavilion, Jingshan Temple, and Dream Praying Hall.
In Jingshan Temple, there was a bustling crowd of men, women, and children asking for fortune-telling. Yu Zhihua randomly asked for a fortune-teller, which was a marriage slip.

[This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time].

Not a good hexagram.
Yu Zhihua had little interest in marriage, so she didn't care much about it, but the hexagram she got was like this, which still made her a little annoyed.

Qin Xiao also asked for a hexagram, read it several times, and handed her the marriage note in his hand: "Miss Yu, is this a good hexagram?"

Yu Zhihua lowered his eyes and saw that it was "The south wind knows what I want, blowing my dreams to Xizhou".

"nature."
Yu Zhihua said: "The south wind blows affection to the one you love, which is a sign of reunion."

Qin Xiao raised his eyes: "Do you want it? If you like it, I'll give you this note."

Yu Zhihua wondered: "Send it to me?"
Can I give it away if I ask for a signature?
"Don't you like the signature you asked for?"
Qin Xiao smiled and said, "I will share my good luck with you, so don't be unhappy."

In an extremely delicate moment, her heart felt as if she had been hit, and the feeling was unspeakable.
Holding the marriage note in his palm, Yu Zhihua raised his lips to him: "Thank you."

Qin Xiao proposed to marry him half a year later.

It was late spring, and the two of them were sitting on the eaves, sipping peach blossom wine.
In the past, Yu Zhihua would never do this kind of thing. He was purely red when he was close to Zhu and black when he was close to ink. Qin Xiao took him away.

The dusk was getting darker, and a bright moon was in the sky. Qin Xiao was holding his sword, rarely saying a word, and seemed very nervous.
Yu Zhihua felt strange. He looked at him a few more times and noticed the redness rising in the tips of his ears.

He said "I like" out of nowhere.

Yu Zhihua tilted his head: "What do you like?"

Qin Xiao pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look at her.
Those eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky, and he said word by word: "I like Yu Zhi's paintings."

Seeing her stunned, Qin Xiao's eyelashes trembled slightly in embarrassment, and the next moment, he looked directly into her eyes.
He raised his lips and smiled, his eyes curled up, and he was gentle and open-minded: "Are you willing to marry me? I know that you love mountains and rivers and will not stay in Suzhou forever. If you don't dislike it, I will accompany you to see the mountains, water and moon." "

Everything about that night is still clear to me, and a small bud sprouted from the ground in my heart.
Yu Zhihua divided the marriage note into two and gave the second half to him.Qin Xiao's face turned crimson with joy, and she jumped up and jumped on the spot.

Yu Zhihua felt that she should be happy.

After staying in Suzhou for a long time, the two of them discussed looking elsewhere, and finally settled on Chang'an.
The road to Chang'an is long and there are countless mountains and rivers along the way, which is just what I want.

Qin Xiao's cousin was far away in Chang'an City, and after hearing the news, she came to pick him up.
After enjoying the city for a few days, the three of them met to go hunting in the countryside. Along with them was a friend named Yan Ming.

The inn where I stayed was called "Junlai".

40 years ago, Junlai Inn was raided by evil tide, not without reason.
The inner elixir of the immortal in the painting is pure and contains abundant spiritual energy. In Xie Sui's view, the painting of Yu Zhi, who is still young, is a piece of cake that is very easy to obtain.

The evil tide broke open the door and window of the guest room, and the four people were involved in the ghost attack. Qin Xiao was seriously injured trying to save her, and Qin Zheng and Yan Ming also died at the hands of the evil spirit——
All because of her inner elixir.

The memory of this day was firmly engraved in his mind, and the room was full of blood. Qin Xiao looked at her with blood all over his body, as angry as a thread.

He shouldn't be like this, he should be holding a sword, always carefree and smiling brightly.

"Do you remember what we said that night?"
With a whisper-like voice, Qin Xiao finally said: "Zhihua, don't forget it."

He died late at night.
In the nearly 20 years since his birth, Yu Zhihua shed tears for the first time.

The joys, sorrows and joys of mortals were like a sudden rain, overwhelming and hitting her all at once.
It turns out that the pain can be so clear, it feels like there is a soldering iron in the throat, and every time a cry is made, a hideous hole is burned.

They died, but she managed to survive.
When Zhen'Esi arrived, Yu Zhihua had the last glimmer of hope in his heart: "Sir, can you summon the spirit?"

The girl sympathized with her plight and found a Taoist priest for her.
After opening the altar, there was no response. The Taoist priest sighed helplessly: "People die like a lamp going out. Their souls have entered the underworld and are about to be reincarnated and cannot be brought back. Girl, my condolences."

Yu Zhihua lowered his eyes and thanked him.
She wrote down those four words and was reincarnated.

If reincarnated, the other person should have the same appearance and the same soul as Qin Xiao.
Yu Zhihua thought, she wanted to find him.

No matter who the person's surname is, he is Qin Xiao.

In the tenth year, she found nothing in the far north.
No. 20, she still hasn’t found a familiar face in the grassland.
No. 30 In four years, in Chang'an City after a long absence, a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes was startled by a glance.

Even the names correspond just right, Qin Xiao and Wei Xiao.

The subsequent development was a matter of course.

She used a small plan to create a chance encounter and became Wei Xiao's savior. Later, she entered the Wei Mansion and taught Mr. Wei calligraphy and painting.
In the same mansion, Wei Xiao looked at her with increasing affection, and after learning the identity of the fairy in her painting, he showed full interest.

"The fairy in the painting? I have never heard of this name. Is it a very rare monster?"
Wei Xiao asked her with a smile: "Can your painting become real?"

Forty years ago, faced with similar problems as Qin Xiao, Yu Zhihua could only draw some monotonous swords and small objects.
Now, she was standing in front of Wei Xiao, waving her jade pen lightly, creating thick ink and colorful colors, mountains and rivers looming, and ink dragons flying.

Wei Xiao raised his head and stared with undisguised longing in his eyes.

"I think so too."
After his admiration, he showed a distressed expression: "You know Zhen'Esi, right? It's full of talented cultivators. I really want to go in, but unfortunately I don't have enough spiritual energy in my body."

The spiritual energy in the body is thin and it is difficult to deal with the stronger demons and evil spirits.
He couldn't enter Zhen'Esi, so he could only go to Dali Temple to deal with human cases.

Yu Zhihua consoled him warmly: "You are doing chivalrous and righteous things now, isn't it good?"

Wei Xiao shook his head, his expression indistinguishable: "It's different."

What he yearns for is to be stronger and more fearless, to have a powerful sword and move in the air, rather than to simply act chivalrously.
At that time, Yu Zhihua didn’t understand.

Not long after, she noticed something was wrong with Wei Xiao.
He was in a trance and occasionally talking to himself. One day when he passed by his bedroom, Yu Zhihua sensed a vague evil aura.

When she forced the door open and entered, she saw Wei Xiao sitting at the table, holding a cat corpse with its heart penetrated.
Wei Xiao is practicing evil arts.

When their eyes met, he was startled, his arms trembled, and the black cat rolled to the ground.

"Know the painting."
Seeing the face of the woman outside the door clearly, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he called her name as if pleading: "Zhihua, please save me."

Wei Xiao said that he bought a book on the black market, claiming that he could master magical powers by practicing step by step.
He didn't expect that this was an evil cultivator's technique.

"Zhihua, help me."
The face that looked exactly like Qin Xiao begged her: "I didn't mean it. I, I just killed a cat! The reason why I bought this book——"

He paused and blurted out: "I like you and want to stay with you forever."

Yu Zhihua looked at him blankly.

The subsequent memories passed quickly, blurry and cloudy.
She finally helped Wei Xiao conceal the magic and used her spiritual power to control the evil for him, so that he would no longer be in a trance all day long.

But the human heart is like a deep chasm. Once it tastes sweetness, how can it be filled easily?

Relying on sorcery, Wei Xiao was finally able to leap onto the eaves and shatter porcelain bottles several feet away with his sword energy.
There was overwhelming joy in his eyes. Facing Yu Zhihua, he was filled with joy: "It is said that people who practice Taoism live a long life. In this way, I can live longer, right?"

Somehow, at that moment, Yu Zhihua remembered the scene where Qin Xiao was covered in blood and died in her arms in Jun Lai's inn.
She stubbornly wanted to save him, but was unable to do so.

Death is a word that people dare not touch.

After a moment of confusion, Yu Zhihua nodded: "Yes. Live longer."

After giving birth to undue selfishness, everything moves in an irreversible direction.

After learning the law of heart and mind, he killed people and took out their heart and lungs. Seeing that the spiritual energy and evil energy in Wei Xiao's body were filling up day by day.
Yu Zhihua sank step by step in his sobriety.

On the day when the Heart Cause Technique was completed, in order to celebrate, Wei Xiao took her up to the roof to drink.
It's not the peach blossom wine in my memory, but the more expensive aged daughter's wine, which has a mellow taste in the mouth.

Unlike Qin Xiao, Wei Xiao was born into a merchant's family. He was used to rich clothes and fine food, and he had a bit of a young master's temper.

"Thank you Zhihua."
Wei Xiao was drunk and laughed loudly: "Do you think I can become the most powerful swordsman in Chang'an or Dazhao from now on?"

Yu Zhihua didn't answer.

Wei Xiao was in a good mood and continued: "When we get married, you will be the mistress of Wei Mansion. I will keep your kindness in mind and I will treat you well."

The winter night was cold and windy, and he quickly lost interest. His mouth was dry and he tightened his clothes: "It's too cold. Shall we go down?"

Yu Zhihua sat with his hands on his knees and responded softly: "You go and have a rest. I want to stay on the eaves for a while."

Wei Xiao nodded and said hello, jumped up and disappeared into the depths of the night.
Yu Zhihua sat silently and silently, being blown awake by the night wind. After a long time, he took out the marriage note in his arms.

The other half that was once in Qin Xiao's body has long been torn apart by evil spirits.

There was no need to hide the matter of reincarnation. She told Wei Xiao frankly that the two had a previous marriage and showed him the note.
After Wei Xiao heard this that day, he was stunned at first, and then beamed with joy: "So, we are destined to be together for two lifetimes?"

two lifetimes.
With identical souls and even the right angle to look at people when they smile, Qin Xiao and Wei Xiao are undoubtedly the same person.

...Is it the same one?

His eyes fell on the yellowed note, and Yu Zhihua remembered the time when Qin Xiao was about to die.

His last words were to tell her over and over not to forget what they said one night.

Yu Zhihua knew what he meant.

It was a moonlit night many years ago. After agreeing to Qin Xiao's marriage proposal, she sat on the eaves with the young man holding the sword.
The climate in Jiangnan is wetter and warmer than Chang'an, and the cool breeze blows on your face, bringing the smell of willow trees and peach blossoms, fresh and pleasant.

Qin Xiao received a positive answer, and the corners of her upturned mouth did not fall down with joy.
He chatted with her for a long time, and it wasn't until midnight that he yawned sleepily: "It's very late, do you want to go down?"

With complicated thoughts, Yu Zhihua shook his head: "Go and have a rest. I want to stay on the eaves for a while."

"How does this work?"
Qin Xiao held up one cheek with one hand and turned to look at her with a smile: "It's cold up here, I'll stay with you."

He was still slightly drunk and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Zhihua, I know that the immortal in the painting is immortal. I will work hard to cultivate Taoism, live longer, and always be with you."

The long street was quiet, and the moonlight fell on his eyes, as bright as snow.
Qin Xiao suppressed his smile and looked seriously and firmly: "But - I mean, but."

He said: "There are too many unexpected things in the world. If something unexpected happens to me one day, don't worry about me, just look forward."

Having said this, he raised the corners of his mouth with a gentle and indulgent smile, just like when they first met, and his eyes were filled with her reflection:
"As promised, we have to look at the mountains, the water, and the moon, even without me."

On a moonlit night, a breeze blew past the eaves, stirring the green weeping willows in the south of the Yangtze River and picking up the red plum blossoms in Chang'an.

Forty years ago, Yu Zhihua looked into his eyes and responded softly: "Okay."

Forty years later, looking blankly at the night sky around her, she burst into tears for some reason.

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I’m late, 300 red envelopes in the comment area ~ that’s 8000 big chapters!I write too much and can’t stop. I’ve been crazy about word count these days orz
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. ——"Jinse"
南风知我意，吹梦到西洲。——《西洲曲》感谢在2023-10-17 13:27:58~2023-10-18 18:37:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
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