You always wonder what you're doing as my Taoist partner

Her voice was very soft, Jiang Li looked down at her porcelain-white face, and after a while, he nodded slightly.

"You're welcome."

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Jiang Li came to the courtyard on the top of Hanyuan Mountain again.

He gently knocked on the door, holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms, the door opened quickly, Mu Xuezhi was standing under the tree, holding a fallen leaf in her hand, the afternoon sun fell on her body, Jiang Li looked at her The cheeks that turned around were suddenly dizzy for a while.

He didn't speak for a long time, Mu Xuezhi's pink lips moved slightly, and she asked, "What?"

"The suzerain is so beautiful, he looked a little dazed." Jiang Li scratched his head, Mu Xuezhi's eyes were slightly condensed, but Jiang Li put the bouquet of flowers in the vase very familiarly. .

"What do you think of the painting I drew last time?"

Mu Xuezhi glanced at him lightly, but didn't speak.

Jiang Li saw that she didn't speak, so he smoothed things over by himself, "Actually, I think that my painting skills are the best in the world, but when I think of the suzerain, I don't know how to write. I always feel that no matter how I describe it, it is difficult to describe the appearance of the suzerain one ten-thousandth of that."

Jiang Li said these words without blushing at all, his eyes were as sincere as he wanted, Mu Xuezhi's eyes were still indifferent, without any color, as if Jiang Li's compliment had no effect on her.

"What are you doing here?" She interrupted what Jiang Li wanted to say next.

Jiang Li had already said something, his eyes were sincere, "I have been thinking about my painting skills these days, but I always felt that it was difficult to improve my painting skills. Until the day before yesterday, I painted a picture for the suzerain, and finally found a way to improve. It turned out that it was not me. The painting skills are not good enough, but it is difficult to find someone who can carry my painting skills and make my painting skills go further."

Mu Xuezhi sneered, "Make it up, keep making it up."

Her sudden sneer was actually in Jiang Li's calculations, so Jiang Li didn't feel embarrassed at all, "Isn't the suzerain self-aware of his appearance?"

"Excessive modesty is an expression of arrogance. I have drawn many women in the past, but they are as weak as fireflies compared to the suzerain."

"Then what am I?"

"It's a clear and bright moon in the sky."

Jiang Li has already made no secret of his dog-licking appearance. Although Mu Xuezhi always feels that he is hypocritical, he can wear a thousand clothes and flattery. She squinted at Jiang Li, and Jiang Li hurriedly opened his mouth.

"So I want to paint a picture for the suzerain in front of the suzerain, so as to improve my painting skills."

Jiang Li didn't know the bottom line.

There are three steps to chasing a woman, becoming a cat, becoming a tiger, and becoming a puppy, but he couldn't do the first two steps at the moment, so he decided to change the order of the steps, turning into a puppy first.

Mu Xuezhi glanced at the bouquet of flowers in the vase, then silently glanced at him, "How long?"

"The time for three sticks of incense is enough."

"Draw it."

Mu Xuezhi said lightly.

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Jiang Li sat in front of the easel, but hesitated to write. He stared at Mu Xuezhi in front of him without blinking. Mu Xuezhi was only wearing a white Taoist robe today, but her face was too exquisite. Painting Jiangli relied entirely on imagination, but today he witnessed it with his own eyes. He was not in a hurry to write, he thought about the composition of light and shadow in his heart, and looked at Mu Xuezhi's cheeks, which in itself was a very pleasant thing.

It took him a full two sticks of incense, but he didn't expect Mu Xuezhi to be patient enough. He didn't say a word, as if he was playing a game of whoever speaks first loses with him. During the last stick of incense, Jiang Li finally started to write.

His painting skills have already reached the peak, and there are really few people in the world with better painting skills than him, but he is not so famous. After a stick of incense, Jiang Li looked at the painting in front of him. On the paper, standing under the tree, holding fallen leaves in her hands, Mu Xuezhi, who had clear eyes and proud eyes, was especially satisfied.

When the ink was dry, he brought the painting in front of Mu Xuezhi.

"Give it to the suzerain."

Mu Xuezhi glanced at the picture scroll lightly, and her eyes froze for a moment. For some reason, she always felt that the eyes of the woman in the painting always had a faint loneliness, clearly she had never had She hadn't experienced this feeling, but when she saw the eyes in the painting, she suddenly felt a little empty in her heart.

"Why don't you keep it for yourself?"

"For me, the best painting is always the next one. If I keep it in my heart, thinking that I have painted such an amazing painting, I will inevitably be complacent, and then it will be difficult to make progress."

Mu Xuezhi put away the painting indifferently, and Jiang Li smiled contentedly.

"Then I won't bother the suzerain anymore."

When he left, he was not dragging his feet. He went home to make dinner for Jiang Chuyue, then went to bed early, got up the next morning, made breakfast, and watched Jiang Chuyue chasing butterflies in the open space of the bamboo forest. Go, and he finished the daily drawing of talismans and arrays, then went out, and came to the gate of Hanyuan Mountain again.

But today he didn't bring any flowers, the door opened, Mu Xuezhi was wearing a long black dress today, Jiang Li said as if presenting a treasure, "Today I brought some scented tea that I made myself for the suzerain."

Jiang Li took out a small glass bottle, which contained some scented tea that he had personally made in the past. Mu Xuezhi came to the tea table and sat down. Seeing that she didn't say anything, Jiang Li brewed the scented tea by himself. Mu Xuezhi sat there like a sculpture, and when Jiang Li finished brewing her scented tea, she picked it up and took a sip, finally, those ancient well-free eyes had changed a little.

"What are you going to do?"

"I thought that the suzerain wearing Taoist robes yesterday was already beautiful, but I never thought that the suzerain wearing a long skirt today is completely different and stunning. I want to draw another picture for the suzerain."

Mu Xuezhi's eyes were indifferent, but this time, she didn't have too much hesitation.

"Three sticks of incense."

"it is good."

Jiang Li took out his easel again, looked at Mu Xuezhi who was sitting at the tea table from afar, and looked at her seriously for a long time again, Mu Xuezhi never avoided his gaze, his eyes stared across the air, as if did not merge together.

Jiang Li seemed to only be able to see the indifference in her eyes, but never saw what was hidden behind her eyes. He just looked at those eyes so seriously, and the time of the last incense stick began. After painting, he handed over the painting to Mu Xuezhi, and then left again.

Noon the next day.

Jiang Li brought another box of flower cakes to the gate of Mu Xuezhi's courtyard.

Today's Mu Xuezhi was wearing a white palace dress, which was the one Jiang Li wore when he first saw her. Jiang Li couldn't help but greedily glanced at her collarbone and ankles under the skirt, and then patted his chest.

"Today, the suzerain must let me paint another picture!"

Mu Xuezhi raised her eyes slightly, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, "What if I don't let you draw?"

Jiang Li had a bitter face, "Then I have no choice but to die in front of the suzerain."

Chapter 113 Chapter 110

Jiang Li probably guessed in his mind the two possible outcomes of what he said just now.

Maybe Mu Xuezhi would gladly agree, after all his painting skills are top-notch, and the younger generation respects the elders so much, how could she have any reason to refuse?What's more, his understanding of sword power is higher than hers, but he is willing to bow to her in other places. This should be something she should be proud of, right?

The second result is Mu Xuezhi's cold rejection. After all, this woman has lived for a thousand years, and it is not surprising that she will do anything.

He was really curious about what would happen to Mu Xuezhi in the end, so he looked into Mu Xuezhi's eyes full of expectation.

What will be the result?

"Death is inevitable." Mu Xuezhi lightly shook her head, "If you want to draw, then you can draw."

Her tone was really contemptuous from top to bottom, as if she never cared, and those dark pupils seemed to be shining with brilliance, Jiang Li always felt that he seemed to have nothing to hide under those eyes, as if he Everything in his heart has been guessed and understood by him, so no matter what he does, it will be futile.

Jiang Li remembered the scenes when he painted those girls in the past. Most of them were very happy. Maybe the corners of their mouths were raised, trying to put on a reserved posture, or maybe they put their arms around his neck and wanted to kiss him. At this time, he would always subconsciously Turn your face away to avoid it.

But Mu Xuezhi's answer was very flat, which suddenly made him a little out of breath.

Jiang Li remembered that he had learned a sentence before, "Only silence is the greatest contempt", but now it seems that Mu Xuezhi in front of her is really contemptuous enough, in fact, she doesn't care about your painting skills, or whether you praise her How pretty, because she doesn't care.

It seemed that Jiang Li used all his strength to strike a sword, but in the end, the sword just slashed in the air without any ripples. Jiang Li suddenly became a little crazy, although he also knew why he was crazy.

Because he didn't believe Mu Xuezhi's indifference.

This woman is obviously the suzerain of the Xuantian Dao Extreme Sect, who has made the sect prosperous and prosperous all these years. If she only wanted to seek the sword, then she would not want to grasp this power, let alone she has a daughter?Jiang Li is very curious about who is the man who can make her willingly leave a child for this world, and whether such a man really exists in this world, Jiang Li expresses doubts about it.

But the fact was right in front of him, Jiang Li always wondered if she was hurt by a man in the past, that's why she turned into what she is now, but back then she said that she had never been hurt by a man At that time, the banter in the words was so strong, but the banter was all aimed at him, at his ridiculous speculation.

Everything about Mu Xuezhi in front of him seems to be a mystery, but it is precisely because of the mystery that he wants to get closer. There are too many boring things in this world, so he will subconsciously chase after interesting things. He wants to see this woman one day. Will laugh because of love, and then see her cry.

In this way he can win the last debate, love exists in this world, as long as you believe it, then it exists.

But Jiang Li always felt that he seemed to be talking to himself in a murmur, maybe he didn't want to win Mu Xuezhi in the debate, he just wanted to convince himself.

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Mu Xuezhi had already promised him to paint for her, so if he regretted not painting now, he would definitely look like a clown, Jiang Li didn't want to be a clown, so he took out the easel again, and looked at the white painting in front of him. Mu Xuezhi, who was in a dress, started to paint.

"Why is the suzerain wearing a white palace dress?" Jiang Li couldn't help asking.

Mu Xuezhi's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneering expression appeared on her face, "In order for you to draw me better?"

"No, it's to make me think that you are wearing this skirt on purpose so that I can draw you better."

After listening to Jiang Li's words, Mu Xuezhi's expression did not change, she just smiled indifferently.

Jiang Li, who guessed the correct answer, was not complacent, he suddenly felt that he was really a bit of a puppy now, his little tricks were not enough in front of Mu Xuezhi, she easily grasped his ideas damn.

When he walked into the courtyard today, he was still complacent. Maybe Mu Xuezhi deliberately changed into a beautiful dress today, just to make him draw her better?He treated Mu Xuezhi like an ordinary woman, and then became a little stupid dog in her eyes.

This time Jiang Li stared at her for two sticks of incense, and started painting directly. He painted very quickly, and after a while, Mu Xuezhi's hazy figure appeared on the scroll. He painted Mu Xuezhi standing in the cold abyss On the peak of the mountain, there is a heavy snowfall in the picture scroll. She stands in the snow like a sculpture, and like a snowman that has been carefully piled up.

He handed the scroll to Mu Xuezhi, and Mu Xuezhi glanced lightly, "Your painting skills are very good."

This doesn't sound like a sarcasm anymore. She was indeed praising Jiang Li's painting skills. Unfortunately, Jiang Li couldn't express any joy. He didn't say goodbye respectfully, he didn't say a word, Mu Xuezhi didn't say anything, just sat there, watching him leave quietly.

The courtyard soon became empty again, Mu Xuezhi lowered her head, she picked up the teacup on the table, but saw some ripples on the surface of the teacup.

Her expression froze slightly for a breath.

In the past, the water surface of the teacup was always particularly stable, without even the slightest wave, but today was an exception. She was suddenly a little annoyed, so she put down the teacup, and the next moment, it was turned into dust by her sword force, and it was blown together. The scented tea on the table and the flowers placed on the wooden stand were also annihilated. The paintings Jiang Li sent were all annihilated at this moment. They drifted away with the wind and might be buried in the soil, waiting for the wind to bring them New seeds will come, and new flowers will grow out of the soil.

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Jiang Li came to the side of the stream in the bamboo building and was in a daze.

He likes fishing when he thinks about things, but in fact his fishing skills are very bad, so he regards it as a game of luck. He looks at the stream and always feels that if there is a reflection, then the expression on his face should be Will there be some frustration?

He was really gnashing his teeth a little bit.

He suddenly realized one thing, he seemed a little too complacent in his near-end time.

The methods he used to chase girls in this life are all leftovers from his previous life, but he was not born good at this kind of thing in his previous life. He is just a little more sensitive than ordinary people, and he is willing to spend more time trial and error. The fact is that as long as you use the right method for many things, and then make countless trial and error, one day you will become a real master.

So he is becoming more and more good at observing words and feelings, and grasping the scale. The things he studied in his previous life are enough in this life, but after meeting Mu Xuezhi in this life, he feels frustrated again. The more frustrated he is, the more he gnashes his teeth. Reason told him that he should quit and give up. After all, some things were meaningless no matter how hard he tried, but he was a little unwilling.

He wanted to see Mu Xuezhi cry, and now he wanted to see that woman crying hysterically, and he was even a little crazy thinking, why can that woman be so high above, untouched by the dust, why can she say that love is a lie, And she never needed it?

That woman negates all meaning to him now!

Jiang Li thought about it for a long time, until Jiang Chuyue said carefully behind his back, "The fish have been biting the hook for a long time."

Jiang Li came back to his senses, and then caught the baited fish. Jiang Chuyue watched helplessly. Of course, she was very happy, because there would be fish to eat soon, and Dabai was also very happy. After all, what they had was enough to eat. There is also a sip of soup to drink it.

The fish he caught was quite big, so Jiang Li processed the fish by the river, then put it in a pot and started frying it slowly over low heat, with only a little oil and spices, but it was crispy and fragrant. The smell lingered far, far away, the three of them ate dinner together, and Jiang Li stood up, "I'm going out for a while."

"Who are you going to accompany this time?" Jiang Chuyue asked in a low voice behind him. She tried her best to hide her little jealousy, but it still sounded a little sour. She probably heard it herself, so She lowered her head again, not daring to look directly into Jiang Li's eyes.