Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed - Chapter 127

Wind Moon City.

The night was long and the hall was empty and lonely.

The painter lowered his head and was preparing paint before the long case. The candlestick lighted his side with a faint halo, which seemed gentle and melancholy.

The Luan bird demon who slipped into the palace sat beside him, admiring the magnificent murals and chatting with him one sentence after another:

“I guess your body is a chameleon.”

The painter didn’t look up, still mixing paint: “I am a snake.”

“Snake? King Lingshan is also a snake. You and the king are of the same race!” Luan bird was startled, frightened and curiously approached, “Eh, have you seen the king? What kind of demon is he?”

“That’s how I am.”

Luan bird giggled: “I don’t believe it, you lied to me!”

The painter didn’t speak.

“You are my first friend here.” Luan bird said again, “I want to perform singing at the Wanxian Conference, can you come? If you come, I must sing very well!”

The painter nodded and didn’t care much.

Luan bird is very happy: “Then it’s done!”

Luxury and prosperity in Fengyue City, the demon come and go. When she first entered the city, she opened her eyes and was full of ambitions. At night, she dreamed that she would sing to the demon world by singing songs with friends.

But somehow, as time went on, she was in a monster group, and she felt more lonely than in the mountains.

The little demon who perform for the banquet live in the palace dormitory, do not care about singing and breath, only care about whether they can get the big demon blue eyes. Between the little demon, there is an intrigue between the demon, the comparison is common, and the sentiment is weak.

She wrote a melodious and beautiful aria, but the court director did not allow her to sing, asking her to sing praises to the merits of King Lingshan.

No demon can understand her tune. Just like this painter, the ferrets are the most vividly painted, one by one, full of paper, but there are no ferrets on the palace murals.

Perhaps because the former demon king Xueshan King was originally a mink, the King Lingshan did not allow him to paint, and his “painting mink technique” could only be a pearl.

As soon as Luan Bird thought about it, he felt that he and the painter were sympathetic and sympathetic to each other. I sneaked into the palace to see the murals, but the painter didn’t tell her, but also helped her hide, how gentle and kindly demon.

“I also want to see the picture of the ferret.”

The artist took out the scroll, and Starry Night and Snow Mountain slowly unfolded.

Luan bird was attracted by the painting, and said stupidly: “I’m in a desperate place for a lifetime, under the starry night snow mountain … Does this mink have a name?”

The painter frowned slightly and said softly, “He is my friend.”

“Then tell me about your friend.”

The painter showed a nostalgic look: “Before, I had two friends. We went out together to play tricks for children and demon cubs.”

Luan bird surprised: “Will you still be tricked?”

“I won’t, I’m a prop, and the trick is also fake. I became a bracelet, a mink became a scarf, and another friend performed ‘God Picking Stars’ …”

The trick of “God Picking Stars” was clarified by the bird first, in order to amuse the children.

Under the clear starry night, the bonfire was lit, and the eyes of the children gleamed.

Que Xianming took off the snow-white bib and shouted “change”. The bib was alive and turned into a small mink.

He took off the bracelet again, threw it against the wind, and the bracelet unfolded and turned into a variegated snake. The thin snake straightened up like a long rope. The small mink climbed up the “rope”, and the “rope” stretched longer and longer, and disappeared into the night sky.

Que Xianming said: “Come on to applause, please ask my scarf to pick stars for everyone.”

Not long afterwards, splendid inferior spirit stones and inferior spirit beads were scattered in the air, like small stars. The children reached out to pick up and compete with their companions.

Amid the cheers and exclamations, the mink who picked the stars crawled down the “rope” again.

The painter said: “We played many times, the mink crawled around me, I always wanted to coil him, tightly wrapped him. This is a snake instinct. But I play a rope, the rope can not move … “

He whispered sincerely, sincerely, the Luan bird was fascinated by listening: “Later? Are you in trouble?”

The painter shook his head: “The most lonely thing in the demon life is not that there are no friends, but that there have been.”

Luan Bird pity: “I am willing to be your new friend!”

The artist raised his eyes. Luan bird met his gaze, somehow his heart jumped, and there was a trace of horror chilling in his back.

The next moment the painter smiled again, the cold illusion was fleeting.

“You should go back,” the painter said.

The Luan bird heard the footsteps outside the palace and hurriedly said: “There are monsters to inspect the palace so late? I will slip!”

He said that he flew out of the flower window and used the shadow of the temple eaves to hide the trail.

“Big King, Zhenyao Tower urgently reports!” The demon will enter the hall and fall to the ground.

King Lingshan said lightly: “Say.”

“The Zhenyao Tower collapsed and two criminal demon fled. The eagle will not know where to go. The big demon of Montenegro, the demon of Baihe and the tiger will fight under the tower, and they all recognize each other as a companion of the demon.”

There was a silence.

The demon would not dare to raise his head, his heart shivered. Such ridiculous news will provoke the angry King Thunder, and do n’t dare to come to the news, afraid of being angered, pushing back and forth, and finally pushing it on his head.

But he heard the king’s voice calm: “Tuanhu will return to Fengyuecheng to convict. He ordered Black Mountain to block the territory and lead soldiers to capture the sinister demon and eagle general. It is said that the tree demon will go to Honglin to negotiate, and ask Honglin old demon to help search.

The demon will breathe a sigh of relief, cold sweat, get up and exit the hall.

King Lingshan murmured to the picture scroll: “You really are back. Before you show up, let me lose the soldiers. The ability does not diminish.”

The author has something to say: Do n’t pay the true feelings to Snake, he will not be whitewashed, just the villain who wants to make lunch

ps: The trick was born out of “Tong Tian Sheng” in “Liao Zhai Zhi Yi”