Yu Yanluo looked at him quietly, and after seeing that he didn't do anything rude, she replied: "You are indeed exactly the same as Jian Yanyou in face and even voice, but you are only in appearance, not in spirit."
Zu An frowned: "What do you mean?"
Yuyanluo replied: "Let's put it this way, if you use this appearance to deceive other people, it may be difficult for others to see the flaw, but for me, the flaw is very big."
"I know a little bit about painting skills. When I draw a picture, outsiders only think that the more the artist paints, the better he is. In fact, it is not the case. It is not difficult for a trained artist to paint an object exactly the same. In the art of painting, Among them, such a painter can only be considered a beginner."
Zu An's old face became hot. Some time ago, in order to practice the art of painting, he had been studying painting until he could paint exactly the same. He also thought that he was a genius, and he became a master of painting so quickly.
Little did I know that in other people's eyes I was just getting started.
Yu Yanluo continued: "Other painters who are ambitious are more concerned with meaning than reality, so some ordinary people will feel that their paintings are not similar at all, and that their painting skills are not as good as some street vendors. In fact, This is a big fallacy. Because when these people paint, they add their own understanding and perception of the goal. The paintings have their unique meaning, which is difficult for others to imitate."
"But this is not the best painter. The best painters often return to their original nature, emphasizing both reality and freehand brushwork. After ordinary people see their paintings, they will feel that they are very similar to the target, and thus they can also appreciate the beauty in them; knowledgeable people People can see the meaning in the painting, which is not only a 100% restoration of the spirit of the target, but also the painter's own perception."
After saying this, Yu Yanluo's eyes fell on Zu An's face: "It can be said that the Jian Yanyou you disguised has only the shape, but no spirit. Ordinary people can't see it, but in my eyes, it is naturally full of loopholes."
Zu An was speechless for a while. In her opinion, she was just as good as a street vendor setting up a painting stall.
"Okay, I have answered your question, can you tell me who you are now?" After Yu Yanluo finished speaking, she looked at him quietly with her eyes, hesitating about the bright stars in the night sky, beautiful and beautiful charming.
Zu An was thoughtful: "No wonder your attack method just now was to trap me with painting. It seems that you have already mastered Taoism through painting. At that time, when it comes to painting, where do you rank?"
Seeing that he avoided her question again, Yu Yanluo was a little unhappy at first, but when she heard him talk about Hua Dao, she couldn't help but blink her eyes and seemed to be interested.
She thought seriously for a while and then answered: "It should rank second."
"The world is so big, it's already amazing that you can be ranked second," Zu An sighed, and comforted her before saying, "Who is ranked first?"
"I don't know." Yu Yanluo's voice was soft and moving, as if she didn't realize that she was in danger.
"I don't know?" Zu An was confused, "Then how do you know you are ranked second?"
"So far, I don't know anyone who has better painting skills than me. It's just that there are people outside the world. Maybe there are people who are better than me somewhere in the world, but there won't be too many. After thinking about it, I can rank it.
Secondly, it should be relatively objective." Yu Yanluo's tone was solemn, as if she was making an extremely rigorous argument.
Zu An: "???"
I was caught off guard and showed off my face.
This woman has an expression like a little white flower on her face and is really hard to guard against when she pretends to be cool.
Suddenly something moved in his heart, and he looked into the other person's eyes: "As far as I know, Chen Jijiu of the National College has several direct disciples, each of whom is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc. One of them is code-named 'Painting'
''s disciple is very mysterious, the world doesn't know his name at all, and they don't even know whether he is a boy or a girl. If nothing else, it should be you, right?"
A slight hesitation flashed across Yu Yanluo's face, and she finally nodded: "Yes, that's me. The reason why I conceal my identity is because my identity is too special. Neither the teacher nor I want to cause unnecessary trouble, so we
It was not announced to the public.”
Zu An was dumbfounded. He never expected that Yu Yanluo was actually the disciple of Jijiu.
Judging from his previous contacts with the disciples of Jijiu in the back of the academy, they are basically people with innocent hearts and have inexplicable paranoia and fanaticism about their favorite religion.
"Since you are a direct disciple of Jijiu, how can you be a thief?" Zu An couldn't help but sigh.
Yu Yanluo snorted: "Someone sneaked into my bedroom in the middle of the night and pretended to be my husband. Who was the thief?"
Zu An's old face turned hot: "Don't worry about anything else, I'm talking about the murder of Jian Yanyou."
Yu Yanluo's tone was quite sad: "Is he really dead?"
"Don't tell me you don't know." There was inevitably a hint of sarcasm in Zu An's tone.
"I only know that something happened to him, but I'm really not sure that he is dead," Yu Yanluo paused and asked, "From what you just said, it seems that it was Jian Taiding's hand?"
Zu An frowned. Is this woman really innocent or is she pretending? If she is pretending, it would be too scary.
At this moment, a snow-white arm hurriedly came out of the bed.
Zu An was shocked and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but a strange light suddenly bloomed in the other person's eyes.
He suddenly felt that his body had become extremely heavy, causing his movements to be slower than usual.
It was in this gap that the snow-white arm broke through his defense and directly touched the big point on his chest.
Zu An was shocked, then sat there stiffly unable to move: "Why can you move?"
He was sure that he had just controlled the opponent's acupoints, how could he recover so quickly?
"Are you lying here and being bullied by you all the time?" Yu Yanluo snorted softly, with a trace of pride flashing in her eyes.
She sat up from the bed and was about to take the clothes on the side and put them on, but when she reached out, she realized that the clothes on her body were too cool.
He glared at Zu An angrily, and then threw the quilt on his head over Zu An's head.
The warmth of her body still lingered on the brocade quilt, and there was another refreshing fragrance. He suddenly felt a little distracted, thinking that in his previous life, there were often perverts on forums who would specialize in buying beautiful women's original stockings. They were the best in the world.
How much does Meiren'er's original quilt cost?
U.S.A. How long, his eyes lit up, the quilt on his head had been torn off, and Yu Yanluo had already put on his clothes.
"Why can you unlock the acupuncture points?" Zu An recalled that there was nothing wrong with his technique just now. If the other party was a master or above, he might not be able to control it, but she was obviously not.
"I'm asking you now, not you asking me." After Yu Yanluo finished speaking, she suddenly felt a little happy. The other party had just used the same words to bully her, but she didn't expect to take revenge so soon.
"Who are you?" Yu Yanluo said as she walked around him and looked at him, "It looks like, it really looks like me. I'm afraid that only someone like me who understands painting and is familiar with Jian Yanyou can see the flaw.
Already."
Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Yu Yanluo didn't care: "If you don't tell me, I'll see for myself."
After saying that, he reached out and groped his face, trying to take off the disguise mask on his face.
"Huh?" Who knew that after groping for a long time, she still couldn't find the connection between the mask and her skin.
"Can you please stop touching...tear~" Her fingers were ice cold. To be honest, I don't know how many men in the world are willing to be touched like this by Yu Yanluo's hand, but Zu An is obviously not among them, because this woman is...
He couldn't find the mask and kept pulling at his face.
Later, she even used both hands together. Although there was no mirror, Zu An could still imagine his face being pulled into various weird shapes.
"You don't have a mask?" Yuyanluo's red lips were so wide that she could stuff an egg into them.
"I already told you that I am your husband." Zu An tried to save him.
Yu Yanluo's expression turned cold: "I just came into contact with you and noticed that you have the aura of the demon clan. Are you from the Peacock Royal Clan? But I have never heard of the Peacock Royal Clan having this ability to transform."
The voice of the latter sentence gradually became quieter, and she was talking to herself in confusion.
Zu An was stunned, thinking that the demonic aura she was talking about could be the feather that Kong Nanwu had given him.
"Yes, I am Kong Qing's companion. As for this disguise, it is a skill I learned accidentally." Zu An took the opportunity to disguise himself, hoping to take the opportunity to find out whether there was any collusion between her and the demon clan.
Yu Yanluo looked at him coldly: "You, the Peacock clan, and I have always been on the same page, so why do you want to cross the line?"
Zu An was shocked. Listening to her tone, it seemed that she had nothing to do with the Kong Qing from before.
He thought for a while and replied: "There are just some things that I want to verify with Madam. If I have offended anything, I hope Madam will forgive me."
"Haihan? Didn't you have some dirty thoughts when you broke into my bedroom in the middle of the night and pretended to be my husband?" Yu Yanluo sneered again and again.
"It's really unjust." Zu An couldn't bear the blame. "I came here just to verify the murder of Jian Yanyou. I didn't mean to violate my wife."
"If you hadn't done anything wrong when you covered me with a quilt just now, you would be a dead person now." Yu Yanluo's expression was indifferent, as if the other person's life and death were controlled by his thoughts, "Jian Yanyou was really manipulated by his brother Killed?"
"I have received accurate information, but unfortunately there is no evidence." Zu An answered ambiguously.
Yu Yanluo suddenly fell into silence, with a sad look between her brows.
"Madam seems very sad, but according to our information, madam and Jian Yanyou do not live together, and their relationship seems to be limited." Zu An tentatively observed the changes in her expression.
"After all, he is my husband in name, and he has taken great care of me over the years. Naturally, I won't be happy when the news of his death is confirmed." Yu Yanluo sighed.
Zu An asked: "Madam, can you answer my question? How did you get rid of the control just now?"
"My body is different from that of ordinary people," Yu Yanluo replied casually, "But I am more curious, why did you Peacock clan come to investigate his affairs?"
As she spoke, Yu Yanluo's expression suddenly changed: "No, you can't be from the peacock clan. Who are you? Restore your original appearance!"
At this moment, Zu An suddenly moved. She couldn't react at such a close distance.
Zu An sealed several large acupuncture points on her body one after another, and after learning the lesson just now, he also specially used the tendons of the Biyue Jiao to tie up her whole body.
Yu Yanluo was ashamed and angry: "Why are you so mean?"
The anger value from Jade Yanluo is +555+555+555...
Zu An blushed because he had never tied up anyone before. After subconsciously tying someone up, he realized that it was exactly the same as the rope skills he had learned from the teachers in those Japanese love action movies in his previous life.
"Ahem, just to prevent you from plotting against me again." He looked away unnaturally. After all, he was tied up in a way and some parts of his breasts were really prominent.