After the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord interpenetrate each other

Chapter 29 029 Dreaming

"I shouldn't trust these mortals? What kind of celestial beings? There is no such thing in the world. I don't think it's even one percent better than yours."

Peng Yi's face has turned green. In this portrait, it is indeed a person in bright yellow clothes, but it can only be seen that it is a person? It's not necessarily a man.

He rolled up his sleeves, rolled up the scroll angrily, and wanted to find someone to settle the accounts, but Bai Simu stopped him directly.

"Why are you stopping me, I'm going? Looking for that person? Settle accounts, looks very honest, just deceive people like this? I want to ask, is this what their family's celestial figure looks like?"

It's so annoying.

Lu Jinyuan...how could it be this? What does it look like? ? ?

Bai Simu held his arm firmly, and comforted him: "This small vendor doesn't have anything? How many? It's true. You are curious. What if...the prince really looks like this?"

No words? After finishing speaking, Peng Yi denied it: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Bai Simu clenched his hands subconsciously, and asked seemingly calmly: "Why? Could it be that you have seen it?"

Peng Yi asked without hesitation: "How could I have seen this mortal prince? It's just that he is a human. He won't grow up to be like this. If he has a nose or eyes, can he be called a human? Bai Mutou , look at this painting for yourself, shouldn't I be angry?"

The breath that Bai Simu held back? He let it go instantly? He looked at the painting that Peng Yi had unfolded again, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Was Lu Jinyuan really old back then? With his appearance like this, he might have been usurped the throne without waiting for the crown prince's death.

"This painting is outrageous."

Bai Simu didn't want to violate his conscience by saying the word "good looking".

After hearing this, Peng Yi became even more arrogant, and snorted: "I'm going to find that... small vendor and get the money back."

After speaking, he disappeared into the restaurant like a gust of wind.

Bai Simu stood where he was, sighed, and followed silently.

Always make sure you don't cause trouble.

When Peng Yi arrived there, the peddler was holding a passer-by to introduce his peerless sword, and the words were exactly the same as what he had just told him, without changing a single word.

Holding the painting in one hand, he walked up aggressively, unfolded the painting in front of him, and asked, "This is what you said about the former prince? Lu Jinyuan, before bragging? How about learning to draw people?"

The peddler knew right away that trouble was coming, but it wasn't the first time he had encountered such a thing, and there were some ways to justify it.

He laughed and said, "This young master? But what's your dissatisfaction? What's wrong with this painting?"

Peng Yi took a deep breath, stuffed it in his throat, and asked him what was wrong.

He said angrily: "What's wrong with this painting?"

The little boss looked at it carefully for a while: "Is there a nose? Eyes and a mouth? No arms or legs?"

Hearing what he said, Peng Yi was even more angry. Feelings are like selling dog meat to deceive buyers. Anyway, they are all sold. Who knows? Lowered his voice.

With the other hand behind his back, he slammed Miexin Sword on the vendor's table with a bang.

Asked word by word: "Say it again, this person? Who is it?"

Didn't the small street vendor? He thought he'd run into an iron plate, such a personable? Young master? His face was so sullen.

He also carried a sword with him.

The noise here naturally attracted the attention of many "people", and everyone gathered around to watch the excitement here.

Shangyi City is close to the Imperial City, and the order in the city has always been good. There are guards patrolling back and forth every day. Unfortunately, this disturbance has attracted the attention of the patrolling guards.

A pair of guards with troops came over clattering, the sound of their footsteps was loud.

"Who? Making noise here."

As soon as the small vendor saw the guards coming, he panicked immediately and rushed forward. The villain? He complained first: "Officer, this young master? I don't know where I brought a fake painting, and I insisted on asking the rogue People? The paintings sold to him are fake, and the officials are asked to make decisions for the little people."

Did the peddler say anything? After a few words, he began to cry. While crying, he accused Peng Yi of his evil deeds, saying that he had lost his bag.

Peng Yi was originally furious because of this painting, not for anything else. Hearing that this person was using Lu Jinyuan to make money and using this kind of painting to insult others was already enough for him to be whipped.

Didn't I expect to be beaten up by someone? Isn't this a long time?

Peng Yi snorted coldly, the hand holding the Miexin Sword didn't know how hard it was, the table under the sword? And those on the table? Swords, famous paintings, books, etc. all turned into a pile of waste, fluttering Yang landed on the ground.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and the demeanor of his whole body suddenly changed, with an incomparably frightening murderous aura, and the crowd present could hardly breathe.

"You don't want to say it again."

Peng Yi's hand alone was already? Shocking? His whole body trembled, and he dared not speak.

Why didn't the small vendor owner notice it? Thinking that the person who provoked him this time was such a big Buddha, under such pressure, let alone opening his mouth, he even found it difficult to breathe.

His legs went limp and he fell to his knees.

Seeing this, the patrolling guards all drew out their sabers from their waists.

It's just that sweat was all over his forehead, which was obviously affected.

"Anything is easy to discuss, please put down the weapon in your hand."

Peng Yi sneered, there is no rule in his demon clan not to hit a mortal? It's fine to be bitten by a beast. How come this mortal also bites himself.

Just as he was about to attack, he stretched out his hands behind his back and pressed them on the sword he was about to raise.

Bai Simu grasped his wrist along the sword, and said softly: "The poison in your hand has not been cured, although I sealed it, it is only a temporary measure, the circulation of spiritual power will speed up the flow of poison. "

He lightly took out the Miexin Sword from Pengyi's hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be as knowledgeable as them, I'll take you there? How about trying the delicacies of Shangyi City?"

Peng Yi was really furious at first, wishing to beat up all the people present first, to vent their anger.

But when Bai Simu's hand held his wrist, he suddenly became quiet.

Peng Yi glanced at the people around him and withdrew his coercion. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. The fear from the bottom of their hearts gradually disappeared. When they calmed down again, there were already two... Traces of people?

The guards on patrol are not some uninformed people? It's just that after such a fuss, they realized that this?

He suddenly felt his back go numb. If he really angered such a person?

The guard suddenly remembered the commotion just now, and turned his head to look at the small vendor fiercely: "Tell me, what did you do to be so immortal? You dare to slander, and come with us to the yamen."

The owner of the small street vendor sold his dog meat as a sheep's trick, but in the end he was kicked on the iron board and taken into the government office.

But Peng Yi, who had not calmed down yet, looked at the delicacies on the table in front of him, and didn't think it was too delicious.

Know? He likes wine, so Bai Simut ordered a pot of Shangyi City's famous wine, filled it up for him, and asked by the way: "It's just a painting, why are you so angry?"

Peng Yi himself couldn't explain the "angry" that came from it, he raised his hand to drink up the wine in the glass, and said angrily: "Could it be that you can't get back a piece of justice after buying such a deceptive thing?" ? No."

"Although I'm not short of money, I don't want to be like a?fool?, letting people?cheat money. cheating itself is a?mistake."

When Bai Simu saw that he had finished drinking, he raised the formalities again, but his hand for refilling the glass paused slightly.

"What you said is that some lessons should indeed be taught, but is it really just because this small vendor cheated you?"

After drinking a glass of wine, Peng Yi gradually calmed down.

He frowned and thought, why is he so angry, is it really because he was tricked into painting?

Or is it because of the person in the painting?

Obviously, he had never heard of such a name as Lu Jinyuan before, but as soon as this name appeared, it seemed to occupy all his thoughts, and it was everywhere, making him even lose his thinking and control.

Peng Yi couldn't help but ponder and said, "This? Who is Lu Jinyuan? He has to check it out."

However, he didn't want Bai Simu to follow him.

It seems that they can only sneak into the imperial city quietly at night.

While thinking, Peng Yi drank, forgetting this again? The fact that his body was too weak to drink.

Before the food was eaten, a few glasses of wine were poured down on the table in a daze.

Before he fell asleep, he pointed at Bai Simu and muttered, "Hello, Bai Mutou, cheat me again."

Bai Simu didn't like drinking in the past, but when he saw this man drinking, he even felt that the wine tasted mellow.

He sat in this private room and drank all the remaining wine in the jug, leaving a few pieces of silver, and then disappeared into this room with Peng Yi in his arms.

Peng Yi was dreaming again.

In the bright and spacious school, the master? He speaks so well.

Everyone in the audience was drowsy, and some even covered their faces with books, closed their eyes and fell asleep soundly.

At the front end, however, there is a person sitting upright with his back straight, recording the knowledge taught by the master word by word.

Looking at all this in front of him, Peng Yi was in a trance for a moment.

Suddenly a mixed note fell into his hand? He picked up the note and hid it under the book familiarly, and unfolded it expressly.

"Chu Mo, after finishing Chinese studies, let's go together? Sneak out? Let's go shopping."

The boy named Chu Mo quickly made a gesture of yes, then put the note into the book, and then shook his head pretendingly.

As for what the Master said, probably not a single word? Listen to it.

After Chinese studies, all the students packed up their things and headed home, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

Chu Mo threw all his belongings to the bodyguard, and ran to the front end in a hurry.

"Lu Jinyuan, how many of us? Have an appointment? Go out together, do you want to come too?"

Lu Jinyuan is not very old next year, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and has an extremely handsome face that makes people blush and heartbeat at a glance.

But this man? He has been serious all the year round, with a straight face, more serious than his master.

He is strict in speaking and doing things. Although he is a favorite of his wife, he is an enemy in the eyes of everyone.

Because the master always compares him with everyone else, but no matter what aspect, everyone can't compare with him.

This aroused everyone's feeling of hatred against the enemy, and no one wanted to hang out with Lu Jinyuan.

Except for Chu Mo, everyone? No one would call him for any activities.

Because Lu Jinyuan not only didn't participate in the activities, but also made small reports.

Although no one has yet confirmed who made this small report.

Peng Yi felt that his soul might be out of his body. When he heard the name Lu Jinyuan, he subconsciously looked up.

With just one glance, his body froze.

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

Simu Bai: See it in a dream, in a painting, if you stand in front of you, you don’t look at it.