"I'm a disciple of Dao Lord Xuantian's Black Heavens Demon God. He's in charge of darkness and confusion. But don't say I didn't tell you. If you peek at our dao techniques and go berserk, it's none of my business." Murong Yan stood up from the bamboo bed. Her eyes flickered, and the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.
"You're not so vicious. You're even kind enough to warn me."
Hong Yi smiled. "I'm not peeking at your dao techniques. I'm just studying each other. Besides, if I can see the essence of dao techniques from just a painting, then I'm a saint. I'm not asking you to tell me the scriptures. "
"Alright!"
Murong Yan nodded. "Since you're not afraid of going berserk, I'll draw it for you. Without dao techniques, a painting is useless."
She walked into the room, laid out the paper, and ground the ink. Murong Yan sat down, but she was in no hurry to draw. Her hands were folded in front of her chest, and she made a dao technique seal. Her expression was solemn as she murmured the scriptures. After a long time, she picked up the brush and began to draw on the snow-white paper.
Hong Yi watched from the side, nodding to himself.
"Her brushwork is profound. It looks like while Yun Meng is a barbarian, he's very cultured and educated. At least I can see it from Murong Yan, a nobleman."
Murong Yan was still dressed in her usual white dress, with a ribbon tied around her head. She had an exotic air about her.
But most women from the plains were rough, and few were delicate. But Murong Yan was a nobleman, and had lived like a princess. She had fair skin, crescent-shaped eyebrows, an oval face, almond eyes, and peach cheeks. She had the air of a lady from a wealthy family, but she had a heroic air about her. She wasn't like the frail Da Qian ladies.
In Hong Yi's eyes, Murong Yan was similar to Hong Xuejiao, but she had a more mysterious and elegant temperament. This was a result of cultivating dao techniques.
However, Hong Yi didn't care much about this. His eyes were fixed on the direction of the brush.
After a few hundred strokes, the outline of a burly, six-armed, three-headed deity statue gradually appeared on the snow-white paper. The three heads of the deity statue were smiling sinisterly, eerily, and hideously, while the six hands were making hand gestures. Some of the fingers were spread out, and some of the nails were like hooks grabbing something … It was an extremely frightening and soul-stirring thing.
Behind him were a few thick strokes of ink, adding a dark background to the Demon God. It made the Demon God look like he had walked out of the boundless darkness and stepped into the world of light. Then, he wanted to turn the world of light into boundless darkness.
"Good painting skills." Even though Hong Yi had seen the paintings, seen the Amitabha Sutra, and seen the plum blossoms in the Fairy Tale Study, and had his eyes on the top of his head, he couldn't help but praise Murong Yan's painting skills.
"You flatter me." Murong Yan put down her brush and looked at the Demon God on the snow-white paper. She didn't seem satisfied, and shook her head. "My painting isn't good. Our Black Demon Hall's Demon God of Black Skies is the true expression of its essence. You will never understand. That is what it means to truly hook one's soul and frighten one's soul. Ordinary people would be scared out of their wits when they look at it, and their souls would fall into eternal darkness, never to wake up again."
"This painting is enough to express the level of your cultivation." Hong Yi nodded. "If your cultivation is higher, the charm you draw should be more accurate."
He naturally knew that this portrait was also a secret manual for cultivation, but it could only be considered a crude secret manual. It did not fully express the charm of the Blacksky Demon God, and it was incomplete. Even if it could be used for visualization, if one cultivated it too deeply, it would cause one to go berserk.
However, Hong Yi didn't intend to cultivate it. He wanted to use it as a reference.
"You can go now." Hong Yi didn't answer Murong Yan's question. Instead, he waved his hand. "I can return your talismans, the golden cores in the box, and the gold notes to you, but you have to compensate Mu The Younger for your flying sword. I can't return it to you."
"Why aren't you leaving?"
Seeing Murong Yan look at him strangely, Hong Yi frowned.
"You're really letting me go? You're even going to return my golden cores and talismans? Aren't you afraid that I'll sneak up on you after I recover? Or even join forces with others to kill you? Snatch your blood-patterned steel needles? And then take Mu The Younger away? "Murong Yan touched her forehead with a finger while staring at Hong Yi's expression.
"Of course I have misgivings, but I don't want to kill you. I'm a man of my word, and I'm not a fickle person. Since I've made an agreement, I naturally won't go back on it. Do you think that I'm pretending to let you go? Do you think that I'm letting you go on the surface to secretly kill you? "Hong Yi laughed and shook his head." You're really gauging the heart of a gentleman with the yardstick of a villain. "
"Since you've kept to the agreement, you can rest assured that I, the daughter of Marquis Yun Meng, will not do such a despicable thing. However, you have to think about the deal I'm talking about. I have five talismans, five golden cores, and a gold note worth a hundred taels of gold. I'll take three talismans and three golden cores for self-defense. As for the other things, I'll leave them with you as a deposit. When you've made up your mind, go to the treasure house in Yujing City and find a shopkeeper named Feng Tie. He's my informant. If you really don't want to sell after thinking about it, you can also return the things to me at the treasure house three days later. "
After saying that, Murong Yan snapped her fingers, took her things, and walked out of the courtyard.
Seeing that Murong Yan had left, Hong Yi heaved a sigh of relief as if he had sent away a plague. This woman's presence here was a little troublesome. Not only did he have to worry about her sneak attack, but he couldn't kill her, nor could he send her to prison. Now that she had left on her own, it was the best thing that could happen.
Looking at the portrait of the Black Sky Demon God on the table, Hong Yi thought of the Yaksha Of Baekje and the Rakshasa King visualized in the Amitabha Sutra. He tried to figure out the difference between those demon gods and the Black Sky Demon God.
Then, Hong Yi took out the "deposit" that Murong Yan had left behind. In a box, there were two talismans filled with the smell of gunpowder. Like the Explosive Flame Talisman Sword, they were all runes in the shape of flames.
As for the two "Golden Cores", they shone brightly and were abnormally heavy. The surface was gold and silver, and there were black lines on it.
Hong Yi knew that this was the rarely seen "Golden Core of Transformation" in Daoism. After the spirit had been cultivated to the level of manifestation, it would be melted with a fire talisman, and lead mercury gas would rise. When the spirit was attached to it, it would immediately manifest its original form, which would be extremely powerful and invulnerable.
Hong Yi had only seen this kind of Golden Core and fire talisman in the records of Daoism scriptures. He knew that it took a lot of effort for Daoists to refine them. Refining one would require a lot of firewood, cinnabar, mercury, lead, gold powder, and jade shavings.
Moreover, the power of the Golden Cores refined by each sect was different when the spirit was attached to it.
"It's fine that she wants to buy my Blood Pattern Steel, but why did she use the talisman paper and Golden Core as a deposit? Could it be that she wants to use the Golden Core to exchange with me? "
Hong Yi smiled and put the Golden Core talisman paper aside.
The next ten days to half a month passed very leisurely. After Murong Yan left, she did not come to harass him again. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air, and Madam Zhao did not make any moves either.
However, Hong Yi did not relax at all. Every day, he would train his martial arts during the day and train his spirit at night. His martial arts finally improved by leaps and bounds under the combination of Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength and Heavenly Wrapping Hands, and he entered the Martial Warrior realm.
And his spirit became more and more condensed, and his strength increased. Especially when he controlled the Blood Pattern Steel, he became more and more proficient.
On this morning, Hong Yi woke up early and practiced as usual. Suddenly, he heard the sound of hooves outside, and then it stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.
A few brightly dressed servants came in, holding gilded invitations in their hands.
"Which one is Hong Yi, Young Master Hong?" As soon as these servants arrived at the entrance, they saw Shen Tianyang, who was cleaning the courtyard. Then, they asked about him, gave him the gilded invitations, and rode away.
"An invitation from Prince Yu?"
Hong Yi took it, and when he saw the words on it, he was stunned. Then, he saw the small words at the bottom of the invitation. It was added by a group of people using a brush. "Brother Hong, today is Prince Yu's hall meeting. You must come, and don't forget to bring Lightning Chasing with you." It was signed by Xiao Hao.
However, Hong Yi knew that this Xiao Hao was the name of Changle Little Marquis.
"Prince Yu is the fourth son of the Emperor and the most important competitor of the Crown Prince. Should I go or not? But it seems that Changle Little Marquis's bet, I still have to go. "
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