The state preceptor just ignored her rage. His temper was exceptionally good. It was as if nothing in the world could make him angry.
Shen Yunya glared malevolently at the state preceptor and commanded in an overbearing manner, “I do not care how but now you must help me break her three immortal souls and six mortal forms again. Otherwise, I would have handed my soul to you in vain.”
“If you can kill her, of course it can be done. If you can’t kill her, then it’s a different matter altogether,” the state preceptor replied.
“State preceptor, you have already taken my soul. You cannot do things so immorally. One must…”
Before her words were finished, the state preceptor raised his hands and blasted Shen Yunya out of the Jialan Hall with Spiritual Force. Then he shut the hall door firmly with a bang.
Some people were too crazy and passionately believed themselves to be infallible. This kind of person proved to be useful at times and could be appeased perfunctorily. But if the person were of no use, in that case, he could brush them aside.
Shen Yunya steadied herself pathetically. She looked at the closed Jialan Hall and wanted to pound on the door and yell angrily. However, she thought about it and deemed it to be very inappropriate. So, all she could do was leave indignantly. One day, she would make the state preceptor help her with this again.
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Feng Tianlan returned to Si Feng Pavilion and hung the painting scroll on the wall. She leaned against the window. She gazed at the figure in the painting as the night breeze blew. Just looking at the side profile she could see how beautiful the face was. Examining the side of the eyes, there seemed to be a crystal tear marking the long eyelashes. The enchanting red spider lilies at the figure’s foot were like the red spider lilies along the Bridge of Helplessness.
Si Mobai came back from outside and saw Feng Tianlan staring at the portrait. He walked over and looked at it with her. He said, “Lan’er, when did you become so narcissistic as to look at your own portrait in a daze?”
“My portrait?” Feng Tianlan looked at the portrait, slightly frowning. She turned her head and looked at Si Mobai, puzzled. She said, “Why do you think that this portrait is of me?”
She had clearly gotten the portrait from the state preceptor, and the portrait looked like it was of a certain age. At least 100 years old?
Si Mobai smiled and pulled out a small grease paper packet from his bosom to give to her. He said, “How can I not recognize Lan’er? Although it is only a side profile, it is undoubtedly Lan’er.”
Feng Tianlan took the small grease paper packet. The smell of sugared chestnut filled her nose. They were something she liked in her previous life. But because of what had happened to her later, she never thought of them again. However, Mobai seemed to have discovered what she liked to eat in her previous life. So, he often went to buy them himself. If he was not free, he would let his subordinates buy them and send them to her.
“Don’t tell me Lan’er did not commission someone to paint it?” Si Mobai was also a little surprised. He still thought that Lan’er was carried away by a whim and found someone to paint it. He even felt a little jealous. After all, he could also paint Lan’er. She could have come to him if she wanted a painting.
Feng Tianlan looked at the peeled sugared chestnuts and picked one up to pop in her mouth. The sugary smell filled the air. It was soft, sweet, and very delicious. She said, “No, I did not. I went to the Jialan Hall today and saw the state preceptor. I was moved by it at that time, so he gave it to me.”
While she spoke, she picked up a sugared chestnut and stuffed it into Si Mobai’s mouth. She naturally wanted to share the things she liked to eat with the man she loved.
“But it is indeed you in the painting, Lan’er. Did the state preceptor peep at Lan’er’s loveliness?” Si Mobai had the soft and sweet sugared chestnut in his mouth, but his words were sour.
His Lan’er was simply too outstanding. Everyone wanted to peek at her. It was impossible to cut off these admirers.
“You look so sour. Have another.” Feng Tianlan stuffed another sugared chestnut in his mouth and said, “This painting looks old. And don’t the red spider lilies at the foot look very strange? Those are the flowers that lead to hell on both sides of the Bridge of Helplessness.”