Chapter 13 bullying

Hidden makeup speechless. The burial is gone, the bright mirror is gone, and the people sitting in the room look like the two desperate poisoners just now.Putting on a brown suit, with a wild and unrestrained look in his eyes, he looks like a hidden assassin.The two looked at each other, and then looked at the purple face wrapped in the jade-colored cloud satin, with a beautiful heart and a snowy face, no longer as delicate and delicate as when she was a daughter.He held on to Yingfenluodai, and looked at him coldly like a god of creation, Xu Zan and Jiaojing unconsciously had a different understanding of this young man.Zi Yan, who is in the disguise, has neither sorrow nor joy, and the clouds and rain are turned under her palm, and good fortune tricks people.Only in disguise, he is invulnerable.

He blew off the excess makeup, as if blowing away the cold air in the morning, and the faces of the two of them immediately shone brightly. "Shhh, don't move!" Zi Yan quickly pressed a small mole on her forehead to patch it up, the bright mirror suddenly felt dizzy, and for a moment the soul came back to her senses, and then looked in the mirror, the poisoner had already born an extra twin brother. Jiao Jing touched the mole on his forehead and the hair on his head, and reluctantly took off his signature earrings.Yanhua snatched it up, and told the two to sneak back to the house to stay well. There were her fragrant guardians along the way, and those accomplices couldn't detect the change at all.

After the two left, Zi Yan and Yan Hua guarded Fu Chuanhong, waiting for him to wake up.The medicine took effect, the genius painter opened his eyes without any discomfort, sat up straight, looked innocently at the two nominal apprentices and said, "I'm hungry." Afterwards, he suddenly realized that Ziyan was a man, stared straight for a while, recognized his apprentice's skeletal appearance, and suddenly said: "No wonder I think you have a monster look, but you are so easy-going. Come here, let me take a good look at you." As Ziyan approached, Fu Chuanhong stared curiously at it for a long time as if staring at a monster, which made Yuhua feel ashamed for Ziyan.

Zi Yan smiled and said: "Master, why do you see me in your eyes, but her in your heart?" Fu Chuan blushed, babbled and turned to Yuhua, and said, "You...really a woman?" Yuhua handed over the crescent rhinoceros horn, said the identities of the two of them again, and explained the past clearly.Fu Chuanhong smiled embarrassingly, clasped his fists and saluted them: "So you are also one of the ten masters, it is impolite and impolite. I actually falsely said to accept you as apprentices, oh, it's so disrespectful!" Zi Yan said: "What did Master Fu say? If you can teach me one or two techniques, I will be very grateful."

Fu Chuanhong thought for a while, then sighed and said, "Oh, you do have the roots of wisdom. Since you have joined someone else's family, you can no longer be accepted in terms of status. I can't tell how old you are. You look younger than me and look like you Older than me, but you are a Yi Rong teacher, and you can't count what you look like. We are friends of the same generation, and it is rare to have a relationship. I will teach you whatever you want to learn." After he finished speaking, he thought that he had finally met There is no one who can pass on the mantle, and I sigh.

Yanhua smiled and said: "You are a painting idiot, you are too rigid about the views of the sect, as long as someone can pass on what you have learned, so what if you don't become your disciple? I, Jitian Pavilion, don't pay much attention to these things. Zi Yan followed me these days, incense I have already mastered a lot of skills, so whether I have successors or no successors in Jitian Pavilion in the future, it is a blessing that this way will not decline." Fu Chuanhong didn't dare to look directly at her pretty face, so he looked at Zi Yan and nodded, "Well, ah, that makes sense." After thinking for a while, he said, "I wonder if the master can take off the disguise and let me see the real face?" After he knew that Yu Hua was a woman, he wanted to see but couldn't see more, his mind was contradictory, and he completely lost his previous free and easy posture.

Yanhua said: "If you tell me to unload, I will unload it? Now you are not my master, I don't need to listen to you. You sit down, I will go to Xu Zan and Jiaojing to see if they have caught the thief?" After finishing speaking , walked out of the house slowly.Fu Chuanhong wanted to keep her, but he didn't know what to say, so he stood up anxiously and watched her drift away. Zi Yan watched with great interest Fu Chuanhong losing his composure and seeing Nanhua embarrassed, playing with the tools in his hands contentedly.The disguise technique is really a wonderful thing. After Yuhua left, Fu Chuanhong finally calmed down, picked up the broken teacup and put it in one place, concentrating on the ins and outs of the matter.

"I have no grievances or enmities with anyone." Fu Chuanhong said, "Even if there is a grudge, why wait until I get on the boat to poison? It is much easier to do it in a tavern." Zi Yan nodded: "I think it's not just for you." "The ten masters and their disciples who are going to the meeting should all be on this ship." Fu Chuanhong said slowly. At this moment, he was as calm as a mirror, faintly bearing the demeanor of a generation of masters.Zi Yan looked at him, as if she saw him calm and calm when he entered the palace, and confident and leisurely when he was painting.He gathered the fragments together, as if he was putting together a fragmented map, and there were unknown secrets behind the cracks.

"While I was unconscious, was there any other commotion on board?" Zi Yan shook her head: "I haven't heard of it yet." Fu Chuanhong rubbed his head and smiled, "Shame, I'm probably the only one who was recruited. I didn't recognize any of the ten masters present at the meeting, and I just received the map of the keepsake sent by the master of the ruins, so I rushed here alone. Before Staying in the wine shop, I just can't think of what to give as a congratulatory gift, I am afraid that I will lose face as a painter if I am not polite." "Master Fu, why do you think too much? I came here just to watch the excitement, but unfortunately my master..." Zi Yan lowered her head and briefly said about Chen Xiangzi.

Fu Chuanhong comforted him and said: "Everyone has his own destiny, and the deceased is already dead. If you can continue Master's superb skills, he has a spirit in the sky, so you should be gratified." Zi Yan nodded calmly.He didn't list himself among the ten masters, he came here for the master, the master position may be close at hand, only one step away; it may be like a star in the sky, and he will spend his whole life trying to get it.No matter what, he can change his appearance, see a face melting snow and flowing clouds under his palm, and change his fate even a little bit, he will feel a kind of new happiness.

While Ziyan was meditating, Fu Chuanhong restored the pieces of broken porcelain into a white porcelain Ruyi cloud pattern goblet. His hands seemed to be magnetic, and each tiny piece of porcelain was properly stuck to another piece, like It was never separated.Pick it up lightly, put it down, as if facing the beauty drawn with painstaking efforts, and refuse to weaken its beauty with the slightest increase or decrease.When the last piece was put away, Zi Yan's heart clicked, knowing that he had a clear idea. "The wind and rain are coming." Fu Chuanhong's fingers slowly slid across the mouth of the cup, and the pieced porcelain cup might shatter again at any time, which made people feel heartbroken.He looked at Ziyan with a pretentious smile and asked, "Are you afraid?" "It's rare to encounter something interesting, of course we'll wait and see." Zi Yan replied not to be outdone, "If the Tenth Masters' Association is just an unchanging scenery, I think there will be no need to come back after ten years. I heard that this is his second visit to the ruins. Think, there will be something worth looking forward to." Fu Chuanhong clapped his palms and said, "Ah, you are really angry with me. If we can't be masters and apprentices, we'll just be wine and meat friends! Come on, I've brought the Xiehui wine from the ice house, how about you and I having a good drink?" With Ziyan, take two cups and set up a wine array. Ziyan was thinking about Yuhua, and there was no news after walking for a long time, so she kindly reminded him: "Master Fu, the three of them don't know how they are doing with the thief, do you want to go and find out?" Fu Chuanhong was stunned, and quickly said: "You call me Chuanhong. Master is good and master is short. He always makes me sad. Haha, the three of them are powerful people, so I don't worry about it. But the other masters don't know. How about it, go out and have a look." After speaking, she immediately stood up and walked straight out of the house, with fast steps. Ziyan heard him say that several other masters should be on the boat, thinking of Yang Azi, and thinking of Master, she couldn't help feeling sad.The two walked out of the cabin, except for their cabin which was brightly lit, all the passengers next door and opposite had turned off their lights.Falcon's cabins are divided into three grades, and the elegant rooms on the deck are exclusively for the ten masters and their disciples attending the meeting, as well as the big merchants going to Luyuan Continent, and the price for one night is very expensive.There are two floors of cabins under the deck, the first floor can open windows on the side of the ship, and it is used for ordinary traders and travelers.The lowest cabin has a built-in flywheel, which is the place for the boatman to step on the boat and stay. Although the sun is out of sight, the layout is grand, well-ventilated, and everything is available. The names of the twenty-eight constellations are listed on the door of the elegant room. Zi Yan and Fu Chuanhong don't know who they live in, and it's inconvenient to disturb them late at night. They walked quietly outside the cabin as quietly as a night watchman.Walking outside the room with the name of "Ghost Suspension", the two suddenly caught a glimpse of a black-clothed boy standing in the black corridor, guarding it solemnly. If Fu Chuanhong hadn't almost bumped into him, he would have never known there was anyone here. Fu Chuanhong took a step back and said apologetically, "Ah, I didn't see you, why don't you go in and rest?" The boy rolled his eyes, stared at the two of them coldly, and didn't talk to each other.Zi Yan stared at his appearance without moving, a cold chill hit her body after watching for a long time, she just felt that the boy opposite was not a living person.He had always been defiant of ghosts and gods, but now he hesitated and stretched out his hand to pull Fu Chuanhong, but his hand was already stiff and unable to move. Fu Chuanhong sensed something was wrong, perhaps because the night was thick, the cool spring licked his chest, and his body was covered with cold sweat.The boy remained silent all the time, his pupils rolled around, staring at the two of them quietly like snake eyes.Zi Yan and Fu Chuanhong wanted to fight and escape, but their legs and feet were disobedient, and they couldn't move as if they were rooted. After about a stalemate for a cup of tea, the two of them were so tired that their legs were numb, and there was a sound at the end of the corridor.The boy snapped his gaze away and looked towards the stern of the boat.Zi Yan immediately relaxed, secretly hated her lack of ability to settle down, and was actually locked up by a little boy.Fang felt remorseful, Fu Chuanhong pulled his hand and said, "Let's go!" The two returned to Fu Chuanhong's "Ojuku" room, recalling the scene just now with lingering fear.Zi Yan asked suspiciously: "This boy is pretending to be a ghost, is he a friend or an enemy?" Fu Chuanhong thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "This must be the disciple of the spiritual master, yes! The gatekeeper for him must have some skills." Ziyan smiled wryly, "Do you know what a spirit mage is?" Fu Chuanhong scratched his head: "I asked the sect of the burial, and he couldn't explain it clearly. He only said that he has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth. Although he is not a fairy, I am afraid it is not far away." Zi Yan said fascinatedly: "Is there such a miraculous sect? Tomorrow is dawn, so you have to take a closer look." Fu Chuanhong nodded and laughed loudly: "Yes, yes! In the middle of the night, you and I don't need to provoke him, so as not to be frightened. If he can really call out ghosts and gods, I want to live for two more days." There were two light knocks on the door, and Xu Zan, Jiaojing, and Yanhua flashed into the room, and they all returned to their original colors.Yuhua regained her daughter's body, Lanxiang embroidered, exquisite in every way, Fu Chuanhong's unconcealable smile appeared repeatedly, and the other two were completely absent from her eyes. The funeral greeted Fu Chuanhong and Ziyan, and after exchanging greetings, he said, "I have attracted two accomplices. Unfortunately, we were a little slow and told them to commit suicide. We went back to the house and saw that the food and tea were also poisoned. I wanted to send someone to inform the other masters, they rested very early, it seems that they have not been poisoned." Zi Yan thought of the method of the spirit mage, and her heart moved.Yanhua yelled: "Okay, it's my fault. I broke in and distracted you, and made those two people die first. Now that Jiaojing has put away the corpses, maybe we can find out their details. Blame the genius doctor, you Say it?" Jiao Jing rolled his eyes, his earrings trembled triumphantly, and said with a smile, "You can give me some spices, I can talk to you about anything." Yu Hua spat at him, smiled coquettishly, took Zi Yan's hand, and said, "Check it out as you like." Cha, I'm not afraid of being poisoned to death, my baby, don't even think about it!" Fu Chuanhong opened his eyes and asked Ziyan, "You... are really siblings?" Ziyan broke away from Yuhua calmly, and replied: "We are partners." Yuhua squinted at him, smiled and said, "Little brat without a conscience!" Not angry, she smiled and found a place to sit down. Kanyu master, doctor, painter, incense maker, and disguise master, according to the planning of the funeral, five people who went to the Ten Masters' Association have gathered in this room, and they clearly know that the trip to Qimin Mountain has unknown dangers.Among the remaining five, Master Biyue, Master Danmei, and Master Yang'azi are all over half a hundred years old, they are seasoned, and they have disciples under their command, so don't worry.The spirit mage he personally invited was too arrogant, and he refused to meet him, thinking that Xiao Xiao would not be able to touch a hair of that person.The only thing to worry about is Qingluan from Wenxiufang. He has little experience in the world, so I don't know if he can successfully escape the catastrophe? He told everyone what he thought, and Zi Yan hurriedly said: "Which house does Master Qingluan live in, I'll go and see." Xu Zang glanced at him, thinking that he was moved, and said with a smile: "Oh, you boy Not stupid. But she has a problem, if you call her a master in person, she will definitely make you look good." He Hua said: "Yeah, no one respects me as a 'master', so lonely." She memorized it and sighed: "How did Jian Jia teach you such an apprentice, you will never be serious. Poor mountain master, half of the ten masters who are here today are urchins. I don't know what kind of trouble is going on in the villa." Jiao Jing leaned over his head and looked up and down at the burial, his bald head and brain were ridiculous.Xu Zang glared at him and said, "What are you doing?" Jiao Jing smiled and said, "You are only 30 years old, slightly older than me, and your tone of voice is old-fashioned, which is really not auspicious. Otherwise, I will give you a pulse... With a wave of his sleeves, the bright mirror bounced away like a whirlwind, and fell into the distance like a ball. "Go back honestly and take care of the four corpses. I'll go look for Qingluan, and then go back to the house to set up an array to see if I can find out the details of each other. As for the three of you, arrange them earlier tonight. If I didn't miscalculate, I will only I'm afraid it will be difficult to sleep peacefully." Xu Zan ordered bluntly. Then, the lights in Fu Chuanhong's room went out. After a while, there were no lights in the burial and the bright mirror room. Falcons paddled quietly across the water, like a pearl falling on a glazed mirror, and galloped towards the destination.The body of Wei'an winds on the lake surface of the vast sea, constantly sending the flying falcon further and deeper. In the thick to black night, dawn gradually ushered in as the flying falcons galloped. As the sky brightened, the clothes worn by the boy in front of the spirit mage's gate also turned white little by little.He blends seamlessly with the sky, like a chameleon freely changing the color of his clothes and even his skin tone.There was no one in the corridor, a kitten raised by a boatman passed by by chance, tilted his head and witnessed the strange happening in amazement.The boy's calm eyes encircled the kitten's figure, and it barked a few times feebly, its voice became hoarse, and finally it couldn't make a sound. The boy looked away proudly, he chose what he wanted to see, and forced the other party not to look any more.It's just a frown in vain.Standing here is to put an end to worries and worries.With a chance to breathe, the kitten immediately avoided it far away, and fled to a deserted place like a ghost.The boy was still standing lonely, his frail and thin body covered by his fat long sleeves. Until the spring sun came out on the clouds and the sky was bright, the boy in snow clothes suddenly flattened his body, turned into a plain white paper doll, and fell softly to the ground.The corridor was quiet and deserted, as if nothing had happened, only the paper puppets with eyebrows and eyes were lying bored. Soon, the paper puppet slipped through the crack of the door as if being pulled by a silk thread, and got into the owner's room. The gauze curled around, and the man in the room picked up the paper puppets and sandwiched them between the pages of the book.On the ink-colored robe, dark purple embroidered chest and back were tattooed with strange silver and white patterns, like ancient spells, and there were faintly pious and hoarse chanting.