Chapter 909

In the soft light, the back of asters looks hazy and soft, dusty and elegant. In front of her was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. A Qianqian plain hand was carrying a brush. Her white wrist was as smooth as jade in the light.

For a moment, Li Yundong was stunned. He seemed to see the flying Fairy on the Dunhuang murals coming out of the painting. A woman who was so beautiful just from her back was in front of her, gently grinding ink, slowly lifting her pen, flowing clouds and flowing water and elegant and graceful strokes.

Li Yundong held his breath. He didn't even dare to disturb the asters, for fear that his voice would destroy the beautiful and peaceful picture.

He walked gently over the shoulder of Ziyuan and saw the words written in front of her.

The desk was covered with a pile of rice paper. The Ziyuan wrist turned gently, and the tip of the brush quickly wrote a seven rhythm on the rice paper.

"As soon as the golden elixir appears, it is destined to be true. The spirit mirror is fragile, mortals rob it, and the sword can't break the fairy shoe rope. The cloud sea sits and looks at the old cloud sea. The wind dust stone talks about the wind dust. Chang'e has no regrets to steal the magic medicine. Why should Hong Niang envy Zhang Sheng?"

After Ziyuan finished writing, she stared at the beautiful seven rules and was in a daze. She didn't wake up until her brush dropped a drop of ink on the rice paper and dyed a black ink dot. After thinking about it, she wrote a name on the ink dot, Wang Yuanshan. After a while, she frowned slightly and hesitated for a while, He also wrote a name next to Wang Yuanshan: Li Yundong.

After Ziyuan finished writing, she slowly put the pen on the pen holder and sighed gently. Her eyes were blurred and blankly looking at the seven laws and the two names in front of the table. For a moment, she couldn't help being crazy.

Li Yundong stood behind Ziyuan and looked at the seven laws. Although he felt strange in his heart, he vaguely felt that he was talking about himself in the poem.

In particular, the first sentence of the golden elixir must have made his heart strange and unspeakable, as if Ruan Hongling had said those words to Ziyuan that he didn't understand. At this time, Li Yundong seemed to have some enlightenment in his heart.

I don't know how long it took. Li Yundong coughed gently.

Ziyuan immediately tightened her whole body, squeezed the paper in front of her into a ball, twisted her body fiercely, and whispered, "who?"

She turned around, holding the paper ball in one hand and a faint blue streamer in the other. It seemed that there would be an extremely powerful spell to be released in the next second to give a thunderbolt.

When Ziyuan saw Li Yundong, he was stunned: "Why are you? Why are you here?"

Li Yundong coughed and asked, "why, you have come to my house so many times, can't I come to you once?"

Ziyuan relaxed her nerves, and the faint blue streamer in her hand slowly disappeared, but the other hand subconsciously squeezed the paper ball in her hand. Her ears were slightly red, her face was obviously embarrassed, but she asked, "how long have you been here?"

Li Yundong wanted to ask her what the poem meant, but seeing her like this, he was embarrassed to ask again and said, "I just came for a while."