After the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord interpenetrate each other

Why is this Lu Jinyuan so similar to Bai Simu?

Although he is still young, but the eyebrows and eyes are carved out of the same mold as that of the white wood.

Peng Yi will never admit his mistake.

Chu Mo teased Lu Jinyuan a few words, but no surprises? He was rejected.

"Not interested in."

"Don't go."

Hearing this, Chu Mo simply sat beside him and watched him tidy up quickly and without mess.

"If you don't go, then I won't go either."

Lu Jinyuan seemed to have glanced at him, ignored him, and went back to doing things on his own.

Peng Yi put his eyes on Chu Mo's face, and suddenly found that this person was none other than himself when he was a boy.

What exactly is going on?

However, before he could figure it out, a strong suction suddenly sucked him back like a vortex.

Opening his eyes again, he was lying on the bed in the small room again.

Peng Yi sat up, his whole body was still in severe pain. The pain from the depths of his soul was really uncomfortable, but it was much better than last time.

It's just a picture in a dream? But I can't remember it clearly. There are only one immature face dangling in front of my eyes.

He shook his head and murmured, "How could I dream of this log."

After being relieved, Peng Yi opened the door and went out. It was already pitch black outside the door, leaving only the bright stars in the sky.

The yard was very quiet, not a single movement could be heard.

Bai Simu is not at home, what did this person do?

He looked around and couldn't find any sign of this person.

Peng Yi just thought for a while in the yard, and then the figure disappeared.

This is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it just so happens that Bai Simu is not here.

He is going to explore the imperial city? To explore, who is this Lu Jinyuan?

No? After clarifying this matter, he felt that he might not even be able to fall asleep.

The imperial city is close to Shangyi City, north of Shangyi City? In just a few breaths, Peng Yi touched into the imperial palace in the city.

Since this Lu Jinyuan was a prince before, there must be an introduction and portrait of Lu Jinyuan in this mortal palace.

The paintings here should never be fake, so we can know who he is.

The palace is heavily guarded. Even in this cold winter night, there are night guards patrolling non-stop.

Peng Yi cast an invisibility spell on himself, then folded his arms around his chest, walked past these guards openly and aboveboard.

Jin came in, but the palace was really big, and he didn't know where these ancient books were kept, and where to find them.

Peng Yi stood there for a few breaths, turned around at the last moment, and walked towards the emperor's bedroom.

Because there is plenty of purple air there, it must be the residence of the emperor.

If you can't find classics, you can find out if you ask someone.

Is there anything else in this imperial palace that the mortal emperor doesn't know?

Peng Yi felt that there was nothing wrong with his idea, so he kicked his hands and went to find the emperor just like that.

As the emperor who sits in the Sangong and Sixth Courtyard, he will definitely not sleep alone this night. He must be accompanied by a certain concubine, anyway, there must be a woman.

Peng Yi didn't notice for a while, and just about to sneak in the door, he heard a voice that seemed to be there.

The woman's cry, and panting/breathing.

He stopped immediately.

It seemed a little inappropriate to go in at this time, after all, he had no interest in seeing such things, and even felt a little disgusted.

In desperation, Peng Yi turned around and sat directly on the roof opposite, waiting for the emperor in the house to finish.

But I don't know if it's because the emperor is quite excited today, or if the concubine has some unique charm, he has blown the cold wind in the wind for half an hour, and the room is still going on.

I really underestimated him.

Peng Yi sighed, and murmured: "Lu Jinyuan, Lu Jinyuan, what did I do to find you?"

After waiting for another half an hour, the room finally stopped.

He heard the emperor ordering people to prepare hot water, and a group of people rushed in, hurriedly walking back and forth for a while, and finally calmed down.

In this cold weather, that concubine didn't get the treatment of sleeping in the emperor's bedroom, so she was carried back to the harem.

Peng Yi shook his head while walking, and sighed: "The emperor is ruthless, these words are indeed true."

The moment he stepped into the palace, everything around him became still.

The flame burning in the charcoal basin outside was no longer flickering.

The guards outside the door, the eunuchs and maids serving outside, and the eunuch serving by the bed, all of them kept this movement and remained motionless.

The eunuch seemed to be still dozing off, his eyelids half-closed and his head froze. It looked really interesting.

Peng Yi walked to the side of the bed and opened the bed curtain without seeing anything. The emperor who had just lay down and had not had time to fall asleep suddenly opened his eyes.

A white dress like snow, a black and green silk shawl, a face so beautiful that it is almost suffocating, everything in the world seems to have lost its color, and it is not as good as the person in front of him.

The emperor's eyes were straightened, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or hallucinating.

"Are you... where did you come from?"

The emperor propped himself up and sat up slowly, his eyes almost glued to Peng Yi's face.

This kind of infatuated eyes made Peng Yi almost have pimples all over his body.

He asked straight to the point: "I want to ask you something, who is Lu Jinyuan? Do you know him?"

As soon as the name Lu Jinyuan came out, the little emperor was awakened instantly, and even shivered instinctively.

"No...I don't know."

At this time, the emperor realized that something was wrong around him, and the whole bedroom was quiet, a little weird.

"You... who are you? Come on, come on."

A person who can become an emperor is naturally not a person who just looks at it? Even if he was deceived just now, he has already woken up at this time.

After calling several times, no one answered, even the personal eunuch standing by the bed didn't respond, the little emperor finally panicked.

Naturally, he had heard the legends about those cultivators, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, and subconsciously he still didn't quite believe it.

As an emperor, there is nothing in this world more noble than himself.

But, for no reason, the person in front of him had the urge to bow down.

After waiting in the cold wind for so long, Peng Yi has already run out of patience?

His whole body was filled with impatience, and he asked again: "Lu Jinyuan, you really don't know who it is?"

The little emperor shivered, but before he could say no, he met Peng Yi's eyes.

death stare.

He stumbled and said, "He...he is the elder brother of the imperial grandfather, who has been dead for a hundred years."

As soon as Peng Yi heard it, he knew that the little emperor had found the right one.

"Then where is the place where his portrait is stored in this palace, take me there."

Before the little emperor had time to refuse, someone grabbed his clothes and disappeared into the bedroom.

Peng Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions at all. The big devil was used to acting recklessly. He didn't even pay attention to Xing Dan, let alone just a mortal emperor.

The poor little emperor was carried out of the dormitory by the devil wearing only his middle coat, and turned into a tool man to guide the way.

In fact, the imperial palace is so big that the emperor himself is not very familiar with it. In some places, there are eunuchs leading the way on weekdays, and there are guards clearing the way, so naturally he will not get lost.

But it was late at night, and there was no one to guide the way. Even the road was pitch black, and it was impossible to tell the direction.

"This way... no, it's not right, it's probably... over there, yes, that's the road."

The little emperor had just spent the spring night with his concubine, and his legs were sore and weak from the fierce battle. He just wanted to have a good sleep to regain his lost energy.

How could I expect to meet such an unreasonable person.

Anyway, why don't you put some clothes on him? It's too cold outside.

However, no matter whether it was the guards passing by on patrol, or the eunuchs and maids walking in the middle of the night, none of them could see him.

The two walked in this heavily guarded palace road, and neither of them noticed.

If it wasn't for the cold wind that made his head hurt, the little emperor would probably think that he was dreaming.

Under the guidance of the emperor, Peng Yi went the wrong way eight times and visited almost half of the palace before he found the room that recorded the historical events of the royal family.

As soon as he threw the little emperor into the palace, he said rather disgustedly: "It's better to come by myself than to find you."

The little emperor stood in the room without even a pair of shoes, trembling as he hugged his body.

"Can you...give me a piece of clothing."

As soon as the words fell, he sneezed heavily.

It was only then that Peng Yi realized that this temperature was a bit cold for ordinary people.

He raised his hand and flew over a cloak, put it on the little emperor's head, and ordered confidently: "Find it, find anything related to Lu Jinyuan, whether it's records or portraits, find it for me. "

The little emperor quickly put on the cloak, trembling, and asked in disbelief, "I... I'm looking for you?"

Peng Yi put his arms around his chest, leaned against a pillar, and looked at him strangely: "It's not you, could it be me?"

The little emperor: "Big..." Before he could say the word brave, he swallowed it again.

Under such a situation of being held hostage by someone, there is no momentum left.

This cloak is also really miraculous. It doesn't look very thick, but it is extremely warm after wrapping it up. It seems that you can't feel the chill in the cold wind at all, and your body warms up after a while.

Seeing that Peng Yi had no intention of moving at all, the little emperor could only bare his feet and start to read the records here under the threat.

Lu Jinyuan was from his grandfather's generation, and the records in this room were quite clearly classified. After a while, he found several records about Lu Jinyuan, as well as a scroll that had been preserved for many years. .

"All the records about him are here."

Three booklets and one scroll, these are all the records about Lu Jinyuan.

Peng Yi frowned, and said dissatisfied: "At least he was a prince, why only have this record."

Although the little emperor was warm, his feet on the floor were already purple from the cold. He didn't care about his appearance at this moment, so he found a place to sit down, crossed his feet, and wrapped them in his cloak. Li Hui said: "This... Immortal, let me tell you the truth, it's not that there are only a few records, but many records about this grandfather were all destroyed back then. No one knows. exactly what happened before.”

Peng Yi flipped through it casually, only to realize that this was not a booklet specially used to record Lu Jinyuan, but was written in one stroke, and only two or three sentences were mentioned, and they were all irrelevant things.

There is no value in exploring at all.

The three booklets are all like this, and it is no different from not remembering.

The more Peng Yi looked at it, the angrier he became, and he could only pin his hopes on the only scroll.

The little emperor sat aside to concentrate on keeping warm, and by the way, looked at the fairy in front of him.

This was the first time he met such a person who looked like a banished fairy. Presumably, this fairy was able to find him because he had taken a fancy to his value as the king of a country.

Thinking about it this way, I got a little excited.

But after being very excited, I felt that this face was a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember it for a while.

It stands to reason that with such a face, if she had seen it somewhere, she would never forget it.

The little emperor thought hard.

However, Peng Yi has already unbuttoned the painting scroll, and raised his hand to unfold it.

The painting scroll that has been placed for a hundred years has already turned yellow, and the corners have begun to weather and fall off. Some ink stains have lost their shape and are scattered in all directions. The characters in the painting cannot be seen?

The little emperor said with regret: "This painting has been placed for too long, and it is not easy to preserve it in its present state."

Although he was also very curious about the appearance of the people in the painting, he didn't regret it too much. After all, Lu Jinyuan was just a name to their descendants.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The immortal in front of me didn't know when he raised his hand, the light blue light flowed along the white and slender palm, the fragments falling from the scroll, the ink stains stuck together, and the bits and pieces of paper , all floated along the blue light, as if alive.

The whole room lit up and was enveloped by this blue light. The flowing blue light wrapped around Peng Yi's body, which made him look like something out of this world.

Under the traction of this spiritual power, all these broken ink stains returned to the painting, and the yellowed scroll gradually turned white, and all the corners and corners were slowly repaired.

The little emperor stood up from his seat, and didn't care about the cold floor tiles under his feet. He took two steps forward in a daze, and murmured: "It's really unbelievable, it really is a fairy descending from the earth."

After all the things returned, Peng Yi retracted his hand, the spiritual power suddenly disappeared, the blue light that filled the room dispersed in an instant, and the painting scroll in front of him suddenly flew into the air, and it unfolded in a flash.

The painting becomes like brand new.

When he came in, the room was already lit by Peng Yi. Under the lights, the people in the painting could be seen clearly.

The little emperor looked at the people in the painting in shock.

He looked at the painting for a while, and then looked at the immortal who stood motionless in the same place, and couldn't help but said, "Why is this painting exactly the same as the immortal...?"

Not only did the mortal emperor want to know about this question, Peng Yi himself also wanted to know about it.

This painting can be said to be lifelike, the brush strokes are all very smooth, and even the hair is fully visible. It is not difficult to see, what kind of thought and thought did the painter spend to draw such a work? .

And the person in the painting is none other than the white wood.

Who is the person who painted it?

Peng Yi moved his eyes to the signature below, and wrote two words: Chu Mo.

These two words were like a slap in the face, nailing Peng Yi in place.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Emperor: Please respect my profession and give me a pair of shoes anyway.

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