Chapter 42 Portrait
"Are you finished washing? It will be dark soon. We have to catch some rabbits and prepare dinner," Lin Junxuan shouted at the man and fox in the stream.
The sound of water splashes came to an abrupt end. In the clear stream, one person and one fox stopped. After a moment, Ji Ziyan's pretty voice came from a distance: "I know, I'll come soon..." As she said this, the girl's long hair shook, and a crystal droplet of water slid out from her wet hair. Her slender body turned around at the same time. In the golden sunshine, a heart-shaking face appeared in Lin Junxuan's eyes.
In the sunset, Ji Ziyan's skin is as thick as white jade, as smooth as Jiangnan silk, under her curved eyebrows, her agile eyes are clearly black and white, as if the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers gathers here. In the blink of her black eyelashes, it seems that the whole world has come alive, and even the stream has a clear color.
"Is this... Ji Ziyan?" The girl who washed away the dirt on her face seemed to have changed into another person, exuding a thrilling beauty on her body. This beauty is not pretentious, but a beauty that the girl naturally reveals. Her slender figure, beautiful and delicate face, wet hair like algae, and her shy cheeks, Lin Junxuan only felt a thrilling heart. It was just a layer of dirt covering, but it made the girl in front of her feel completely different. If the girl before was a forsythia on the edge of the cliff, then after cleaning the dirt, the girl in front of her would be like a flash of cereal that suddenly bloomed on midnight after ten years of silence, giving people a thrilling beauty.
The evening breeze hit, and the girl's wet dress was touching her body, revealing her concave and convex body. While walking slowly, she twisted her wet hair with her hands. The crystal water droplets rubbed with her slender white fingers and scattered into the golden evening glow.
"What's wrong with you?" When he walked closer, Ji Ziyan saw Lin Junxuan's dazed expression and said in surprise. After that, she sat down next to Lin Junxuan.
"She doesn't know which family comes from the Hongji Dynasty, and seems to know nothing about human relationships and worldly ways. Most women in other families are wet and show their close clothes, and their expressions must not be as calm as she is," Lin Junxuan said in his heart. Ji Ziyan had just played in the water with the snow fox. Her clothes were wet with the water, and they were tightly attached to her slender body, revealing a breathtaking temptation. However, she seemed to have no idea at all, with a frank and natural expression.
"It's nothing, I just saw that your clothes were wet," Lin Junxuan pointed to Ji Ziyan's clothes and said calmly. The important parts of Ji Ziyan's body were not wet with water. She could keep her expression natural, so Lin Junxuan naturally did not deliberately avoid it.
The ancients said that graceful ladies are good friends. A gentleman with noble character will also develop a feeling of love and admiration when he sees beautiful women. This kind of feeling is an instinctive expression of the pursuit of beautiful affairs as a human being. Although a gentleman has noble character, he is also a human being, and he is also a vulgar. Even if a gentleman is like this, Lin Junxuan naturally does not think that he is stronger than a gentleman in ancient times. What's more, this is just an instinctive expression of human nature's pursuit of beauty.
"Ah!" Ji Ziyan looked down at her clothes and said a little surprised: "But, I am the same at home, no one will say anything!"
When Lin Junxuan heard this, he frowned slightly and looked up at Ji Ziyan. She looked serious and didn't seem to be lying.
"There is a difference between men and women, and it is not a relative. This is the teaching that wealthy families must pass on to the women in their families. How could she not know these?" Lin Junxuan was surprised. Seeing her as if she was taken for granted, she was not going to say more. There are all kinds of wonders in the world. There are three-legged frogs, and there are no wonder among the ladies who don't know these.
"It will get dark in a while. I'll pick up some firewood. At night, you can go to the fire to dry your clothes," Lin Junxuan said, and walked towards the forest near the stream...
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The place where Wanhua Sect is located is like a ridge and is like a cow. In the vast sea of ​​fog, a row of gloomy palaces are spread out.
In a palace near the main hall, agate is spread out on the floor and white jade is the table. A handsome young man sat next to the white jade table with a celadon tea pot in his hand. It was originally a handsome and fair face, which was tangled and twisted. On the bridge of his nose, a meridian was bulging, like an earthworm crawling.
"Damn it, three years ago, the kid was killed by the second, third and fourth junior brothers in Ailao Mountain. This time he specially called the master of the sect, but he deliberately attacked him. He was defeated by the kid. He was only third and fourth-grade cultivation, but he could easily kill the ninth-grade master. - Is that sword really that powerful?!" Han Liming was disbelief and jealous, and the thought of wanting to kill people and grab treasure immediately was like a poisonous snake, entangled in his heart. Han Liming's five fingers like iron hooks suddenly tightened.
"Bang!" Tea splashed everywhere, and pieces of broken porcelain burst out from his hands, falling to the floor. Han Liming's fingers were cut by broken porcelain, but he seemed to have no idea.
"Da!" A golden boot entered the door, and a middle-aged man with a grim face and two mustaches behind the door stepped into the door with his hands in his arms.
"Who?" Han Liming's face changed when he felt someone breaking into the room, and he shouted violently. When he turned around, he saw the man entering the door, his face changed. He stood up in a hurry and said in fear: "Ninth Master!"
"Well," the master of Wanhua Sect who came in nodded calmly, glanced at Han Liming's bloody hand, and said indifferently: "Isn't the blood stopping yet? - Are you still thinking about what's happening on Ailao Mountain?"
The master of Wanhua Sect spoke calmly, but Han Liming's face became even more panicked. Suddenly, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground. Without saying a word, he kowtowed three times, making his forehead burst into pieces and blood flowing. Then he raised his head and said with a panic look on his face: "Master, my nephew really didn't expect to cut off Master Liu to death! My nephew didn't really mean it!"
"Did I say you did it on purpose? Why are you anxious?" The middle-aged man glanced at Han Liming and said coldly: "Besides, can you also have the ability to 'intentional'? The Thirteenth Junior Brother is not good at learning skills. He has been more than half a year old and has not reached the Dragon and Tiger stage yet. He deserves to die. - You said that the disciple of Fangcun Sect has a cultivation level of less than the fifth grade. Is this true?" He was also present at Langya Mountain, but there were too many people on Langya Mountain at that time. When he passed, he saw a rush of people. Where could he see a young man holding a sword?
"Master, it's true. That kid who is only third-level cultivation has a sword and killed the thirteenth master. The ninth master. The elders in the sect have to make the decision for me!" Han Liming said as he was pounding again, and even the ground was stained with blood. Han Liming was panicked on the surface, but he knew in his heart that the old guy was only concerned with the terrifying magic sword. The lower he said that the kid's cultivation level, the more he could highlight the power of the sword, and the more he could make his hometown greedy.
The thin middle-aged man stroked his chin with one hand and pondered without saying a word. His eyes were shining from time to time. His body suddenly turned and he said, "Liming, you see that boy. You know some paintings. You can draw his portrait and then hand it over to me. I will let you draw a few more pictures in the sect, and then pass it on to my fellow disciples of the Evil Dao, and all over the world to compile the disciples of Fangcun Sect. If you can capture the disciple of Fangcun Sect who killed the Thirteenth Junior Brother, you should remember your great achievements. Humph, my disciple of Wanhua Sect, even if he is a waste, will not allow people from other sects to take action!"
"Yes, Master!" Han Liming felt very calm when he heard this. He knew that the crime of killing the master in the sect was temporarily pressed down. After hesitating for a while, Han Liming said: "Master, the sword on that kid's body, otherwise..."
"I have a good attitude to this matter. I just say that the boy stole the treasure of my Wanhua Sect. If other sects capture it, they will give us Wanhua Sect a face." Before Han Liming finished speaking, he was interrupted by the master of Wanhua Sect, who was called the Ninth Master.
"Yes, Master!" Han Liming said respectfully.
"Well, I still have something to do. After you finish drawing it, you will leave it to the servants!" said the master of Wanhua Sect, and his sleeves were brushed and he turned around and left.
"Great sending you off," After the ninth master left, Han Liming slowly raised his head and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead covered with blood. The panic expression on Han Liming's face swept away, and a grim smile appeared: "Old guy, you have high skills and are better than me. Let you press it today. One day, I will let you lick my feet."
He got up and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookcase in the room. Han Liming held his pen and wrote on the table. After a while, a portrait of the figure appeared on the paper. Han Liming hanged the drawing paper, then rolled it up, and shouted loudly to the outside of the door: "Come!"
"Senior Brother," a low-level disciple of Wanhua Sect soon entered outside the sect.
"Leave this picture to Master Ninth," Han Liming said with a majestic look on his face.
"Yes, senior brother." The trepid disciple took the portrait and strode out...
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In the dark night, after a spark, a bonfire was dyed by the stream. Two foxes sat opposite each other by the bonfire. Lin Junxuan threw some dead branches at his feet into the fire. After the fire was strong, he looked up and said to Ji Ziyan: "The fire is a bit strong, you bake your clothes and be careful."
"Yeah," Ji Ziyan nodded and nodded, then stood up, grabbed the corner of the dress in Lin Junxuan's shocked gaze, and wanted to take it off.
"Wait," Lin Junxuan said hurriedly, but he was still a little slower. He saw some important parts of the women.
"What's wrong?" Ji Ziyan stopped in the air with her hands, her shiny eyelashes trembled, and her black eyebrows frowned slightly, and she looked at Lin Junxuan in confusion.
"Forget it," Lin Junxuan sighed and turned his head: "You bake." The lonely man and widowed woman were in the wilderness. It should be a bit taboo, but Ji Ziyan seemed to have no feelings for each other. Lin Junxuan originally asked her to be by the fire, so she was careful when she was drying her clothes, but she didn't expect that she took it off and did not avoid it at all.
Chapter completed!