Everyone was shocked and searched for the memories of "Mr. II" in their minds, but there was no "Mr. II" in their memory that could make ghost hands afraid. However, there was a "Mr. II" in the Xiliang Military Academy, who was famous for many years on the Shura list and could never be so young.

Just as he was puzzled, the ghost hand spoke again, and this time he was a little respectful: "Mr. Second Mr. came to Lin'an and didn't inform him, so he could hold a banquet to welcome you."

Everyone was shocked to see the ghost hand in the seventies and eighties speaking respectfully at a young man who would never be more than thirty.

Li Xiangjun looked at Yan Li incredibly, because only she knew that this young man was obeying Yan Li's will.

After saying that, the ghost hand looked at Yan Li again. The old face like orange peel was barely touching a smile and tentatively said: "Is this little brother the son of that adult? He is indeed young and promising."

The burly man was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yan Li: "Let's go."

He only said two words, and then took Li Xiangjun's little hand and went there.

The burly man said nothing and followed.

It was not until outside the county government that Li Xiangjun finally felt relieved. At this time, she realized that her hand was still being held by Yan Li. She couldn't help but say shame and annoyed: "When do you want to hold it?"

Yan Li pinched her hand reluctantly and sighed, "I really want to hold you to the ends of the world and hide you, otherwise I will always attract flies." Even though he said this, he still let go of his hand.

Li Xiangjun's pretty face turned slightly red, she lowered her head and walked down the steps and got onto the carriage.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, lifted the curtains, and said to Yan Li who was walking: "You, you'd better come up..."

Yan Li got into the car in the surprised eyes of the coachman. The carriage was quite small, but he was just a regular person. He sat opposite Li Xiangjun and just looked at her and smiled.

"Thank you just now." Li Xiangjun said with her hanged.

Yan Li smiled and said, "What do you thank me?"

Li Xiangjun raised her head and looked at him seriously: "You have already got what you want, so you can ignore me."

Yan Li spread his hands and said, "Didn't you also invite me to take your fragrant car? The fragrant car and the beauty are the two major goals in life. You helped me achieve it all at once. In short, I still owe you."

Li Xiangjun couldn't help laughing, and the beauty smiled and looked so charming.

After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"I was a passing person, but now..." Yan Li paused and smiled hurriedly, "Of course he is the one who takes the bus."

Li Xiangjun gave him a blank look and said, "It's just that you don't want to say it. Anyway, I'm just a brothel woman, so it's better not to have too much to do with me."

"Didn't you notice?" Yan Li said.

"What did you discover?" Li Xiangjun said.

Yan Li pointed at her with his finger and said, "You have a trait that ordinary people don't have."

“Traces?”

"It's the real name." Yan Li pointed to the sky, "According to my speculation, it should be a type of Dharma image, which is related to your character."

There are three categories of true names of practitioners, and Dharma appearance is the most common existence. The closer the true name is to the top, the more unimaginable the benefits it brings to practitioners during the process of practice.

This is common sense in China, and it is clearly written in the beginning of "Wuce".

Li Xiangjun naturally read it, and she said lightly: "How did you see it?"

Yan Li smiled and said, "My eyes are quite special and you can see things that others cannot see."

Li Xiangjun turned his face away. She was sure that Yan Li was perfunctory to change the topic and tried to deal with him, so she didn't want to talk to him.

The silence continued until Qingtengyuan. Many people watched Yan Li and her enter the yard, and were secretly surprised because no enk-keep could stay in Qingtengyuan for two days.

It was not until he entered Xiang Pavilion that Li Xiangjun realized, but at this time Yan Li had already gone to the study.

She followed in and said, "Although you are my benefactor, you can't enter my room at will, right? I will ask the people below to prepare two empty rooms. If you have been here, your mother will be unhappy."

Yan Li looked at the painting and whispered: "But I saw ghosts and gods covering the sun, the sky was not clear, and the people's hearts were dark, so I became chaotic, so I fell into the devil's urn, neglected the Qing autumn, day after day, half an inch of spring frost, about a foot of white hair..."

After reading it, he said in surprise: "This "Ghosts and Gods" is the original work of Master Pu, right?"

"Can you tell the truth or false?" Li Xiangjun was even more surprised than him.

The painting is called "Ghosts and Gods", and the painter is called Pu Chang. The famous painting saint hand of Emperor Ling a hundred years ago. The painting is a gray background like a locust. It is actually a "devil" born from people hurting each other and fighting each other. The faint and delicate back is Emperor Ling himself.

When Emperor Ling saw the painting, he burst into tears. He immediately referred Master Pu as his confidant and mentioned the abbreviation on it.

Yan Li said: "Master Pu's work is about artistic conception. When I saw it for the first time, I naturally remembered a sentence: 'When people are hurt, they often need to hurt others several times more than that, so that they can balance their minds.' So I concluded that it is the original work."

Li Xiangjun's beautiful eyes flashed with a brilliant color and said, "If I remember correctly, this sentence comes from the "Women's Sutra" by Emperor Ling."

Yan Li nodded and said, "Yes, during the period of the feast of ghosts and gods, Emperor Ling was trapped in Qingqiu Palace. The people's hearts in Yongling in Kyoto became increasingly corrupt. In the end, he fought, killed and punished in the street... Emperor Ling was inspired by his work "The Sutra of Women", so he wrote the title at the beginning."

Seeing Li Xiangjun Yingying smiled slightly, he spread his hands: "Don't think too much. When I was a child, my mother often whispered in my ears, so she knew more or less."

"Then you can introduce me to me, maybe we can communicate with each other." Li Xiangjun covered her lips and smiled.

Yan Li was stunned for a moment, then smiled, turned around and said, "She is no longer here."

He walked to the jade desk and sat down, poured a glass of water.

Only then did Li Xiangjun know why he liked to see this picture so much, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "Only the people in Yongling will miss Ling Emperor deeply. Are you from Yongling?"

Yan Li said: "I have been away from Yongling for twelve years."

Leaving your hometown and losing your favorite person early, is almost a true portrayal of yourself.

Li Xiangjun's eyes looked at Yan Li softer and said, "I believe your mother must be watching you in the sky at this moment."

Yan Li didn't say anything.

Li Xiangjun thought he was trapped in memories and was about to ask someone to prepare two empty rooms, but saw Yan Li's hand holding the teacup suddenly tremble violently and tea splashed everywhere.

Before she could react, the teacup had been crushed with a "bang".

"What’s wrong with you?"

She suddenly felt a little panicked, because Yan Li's eyes suddenly became ashamed, and there was a sensation of resentment, as if there were countless undead wails and screams. All the screams gathered together, as if they turned into the four words "repay my life."

Those wailings were not only wailing, but also extremely violent pressure. Li Xiangjun was forced to take several steps in a row, and her face was pale.

The dead gray resentment seemed to be eager to rush out of Yan Li's eyes. Yan Li looked up silently, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the resentment could not rush out, so he moved upwards and moved to his forehead. A dead gray pattern raised on his forehead. Looking closely, there were about six curse marks, like head-up patterns, and the seventh was not very complete, but it was also continuing to outline.

At this time, the burly man guarding the door strode in and without saying a word, he moved Yan Li to the bed.

"Hot water." He said hoarsely.

Li Xiangjun had no time to worry about it, so he immediately went to ask the lower house to send hot water.

The burly man unbuttoned Yan Li's top. It was too late for Li Xiangjun to cover his eyes. Then he realized that Yan Li, who looked thin, had actually been very strong on his upper body. Each muscle seemed to have been tempered and had a rock-like texture, perfectly distributed.

However, what made Li Xiangjun unable to move his eyes was not his muscles, but his crisscrossing scars on it. The most ferocious one, from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, just looking at the degree of the crack, if the person who chopped and slashed his strength, he might have broken his stomach.

"Come on." The burly man handed her the towel.

Her mind was severely impacted and subconsciously took it. She didn't know how to do it for a moment, so she could only stay in place.

"Wipe the sweat." After the burly man said, he pressed his hand on Yan Li's upper body, and the pure white energy penetrated from his palm and penetrated into Yan Li's body.

Yan Li's whole body was stretched straight due to some pain, and it was only slightly better after the burly man's vitality was injected into it.

Li Xiangjun immediately recognized it. Isn’t this Yan Li’s way of treating her face?

She suppressed her shame, bit her teeth lightly, and began to wipe the sweat on Yan Li.

During this process, she saw a little clue from Yan Li's eyes. In the dead gray tone, there would occasionally appear sharp purple sword shadows. Whenever the sword shadows appeared, Yan Li's pain would be greatly relieved.

Half an hour later, the seventh strange curse seal was born intact, and the sword shadow just occupied Yan Li's eyes completely, and the ashes immediately faded away like a tide.

In the end, the sword shadow flashed without a trace, and Yan Li's eyes returned to the clear light.

"Are you getting better?" Li Xiangjun put the towel back into the basin, and served someone for the first time, which made her so tired that she was sweating profusely.

The burly man looked at Yan Li and stopped talking, but in the end he didn't say anything, and took the washbasin out.

Yan Li was a little weak, smiled at her and said, "It's okay, old problems usually won't recur. Today I feel a little uneasy."

Li Xiangjun immediately remembered: "That painting?"

Yan Li nodded.

Li Xiangjun has the sensitivity and slenderness of a woman, so she knows why Yan Li is restless. But she is not a practitioner, so she doesn't know why Yan Li is "diseased" when he is restless.

She asked, "Is there a resentful soul hidden in your eyes..."

Yan Li's mouth raised slightly: "Are you scared?"

Li Xiangjun said frankly: "It's very scary. If you were not my benefactor, I would have let the guards throw you out long ago."

"What a clear conscience of Li Xiangjun, I like your confession."

Yan Li's eyes were smiling, and he suddenly picked up the quilt and sniffed it deeply, and said intoxicatedly: "It's really fragrant, I deserve to be Xiangjun."

"You..." Li Xiangjun frowned. She wanted to drive him down, but looking at his pale face, she felt a little reluctant.

Yan Li's eyes suddenly became deep and bright, with an indescribable meaning, and looked straight like a smoke: "I came to Qingya Ji, not all for recommendations. In fact, what I want more is you."

Dong!

Li Xiangjun's heart hopped heavily: "You, what are you talking about..."

Yan Li had already dressed and stood up, walked out, and said, "We will talk more about it after we get the quota tomorrow."

Li Xiangjun was confused and didn't hear this at all.

She has been on the list for three years, and she can pile up all the sweet words she has heard, and she has heard a calluse, but only Yan Li's words made her heart rush. What happened in the past two days kept flashing through her mind, one by one, one by one, was still so clear, and Yan Li's smile became clearer, as if it had been engraved in her heart.

Her pretty face rose two red clouds like a little girl who had just fallen in love. But when she came to her senses, Yan Li was gone.

Who said that the bitch is ruthless?

PS: I was invited to play at a friend’s house today. If I come back in the evening, I will add another chapter.
Chapter completed!