A middle-aged painter in a blue shirt came into a restaurant facing the street. He held a scroll of ink paintings in his arms and carried an oil-paper umbrella behind him. He looked at the sky and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's going to rain."
It’s raining heavily. Waiter, please arrange a table for me by the window on the second floor.”
"Okay, sir, please come upstairs!"
Not long after, the painter sat down and ordered a plate of stir-fried vegetables, a plate of beef with soy sauce and a bottle of wine. Then he asked the waiter to go down.
I felt that this low-quality drink that had been mixed with water was really unpalatable to my throat, so I stopped eating and drinking, raised my head and looked into the distance, and couldn't help but sneer: "Well, I'll give you one last chance."
As he spoke, he dipped his fingertips in the wine glass and wrote on the table. What he wrote was the natal vein of Liu Liying, the goddess of the folding fan. When the veins were completed, Wu Yuanzi moved towards the table with his fingertips dipped in wine.
Then they scattered it on the ground and yelled: "Order, get out of here!"
With a crash, along with the mist of the wine evaporating, a ray of Liu Liying's soul was forcefully restrained in front of Wu Yuanzi. She fell to the ground, her beautiful eyes looked pitiful, but with a bit of stubbornness, and she said softly:
"Master, Liu Liying is at your disposal..."
"At your disposal?"
Wu Yuanzi smiled and said: "You bitch is about to form a Taoist couple with the banished immortal named Lin Zhao, and they will live and fly together. How can I, a mere Wu Yuanzi, be qualified to dispatch an immortal couple like you?"
"Owner."
Liu Liying had tears in her eyes and said softly: "Young Master...Young Master is really a wonderful person. Please let me go. Liu Liying is willing to pay any price to ensure that Young Master is safe..."
"snort!"
Wu Yuanzi sneered: "Do you think it's me who doesn't want to let Lin Zhao go? It's him who doesn't want to let me go. He's obviously just a passerby, but Lin Zhao insists on muddying up the water in Baihua Tianxia. He is the most arrogant and disruptive person.
Mr. Liu Liying, I can tell you clearly that Lin Zhao cannot stay. He must die in Baihua Tianxia. As for you, you can’t even protect yourself, let alone try to protect Lin Zhao. I’ll give you one last chance.
, as long as you make up your mind to assassinate Lin Zhao, you can regain your own path, otherwise it will disappear and there will be no folding fan goddess in the world."
Liu Liying's eyes were filled with tears.
Wu Yuanzi raised his hand gently, and suddenly a wisp of blood cloud flew out of his long sleeve and turned into a blood-red arrow cluster. He said calmly: "This is a soul-chasing arrow. You can refine it immediately.
There will be a storm coming in the capital soon. You are the one hiding behind Lin Zhao, and you shot him with this soul-chasing arrow."
"..."
Liu Liying held the soul-chasing arrow with tears in her eyes: "Is there really no room for change?"
"Stop being so pretentious!"
Wu Yuanzi stood up and stepped out of a small world, isolating the second floor of the small wine shop from the world. He stepped forward and kicked Liu Liying out, and sneered: "Why are you pretending to be a good person?
Liu Liying, you have done evil for me over the years, and how many young talents in the world have been cut off? To put it bluntly, no fewer than five of the world's leaders have fought for you, and now you are in such a coquettish little daughter's shape,
Who are you trying to disgust?!"
Liu Liying held the soul-chasing arrow tightly and frowned: "I know what to do... Master, please rest assured."
"snort!"
Wu Yuanzi stood up, flicked his sleeves, and left from the window with an oil-paper umbrella. His voice came from the wind: "Don't leave in a hurry. Please help me pay the bill before leaving."
"Yes, Master..."
Liu Liying stood up and gave a respectful blessing.
…
In Ning'an City, on the main street, a beautiful woman wearing a purple dress was holding a long sword and walking slowly among the crowd. It was Chu Xiantong, the leader of the Chenhuang Sect.
After meeting Lin Zhao, Chu Xiantong was extremely shocked. He was actually the legendary banished immortal. It turned out that there were heavenly beings in the outer world. This thing was true, and Lin Zhao had a great impression on Chu Xiantong.
Well, he wears a sword but does not reveal it, and he is a gentle gentleman and as gentle as jade. This is Chu Xiantong's first impression of Lin Zhao.
She frowned and went to look for Lin Zhao in private. It seemed that she had betrayed the sect, but Chu Xiantong felt that she had to do it. Over the years, Zong Huang had really seemed to be possessed by a demon. Ever since his ancestor Chu
After Ruoshui came out of seclusion, he decided to use the power of the entire Chenhuang Sect to work for Zhao Qian. Although he got a lot of benefits, the Chenhuang Sect became the best sect in the world, and even had the reputation of a three-dimensional soul, but in the end Chu Xiantong
I felt faintly unhappy in my heart.
She was the sect leader of the Chenhuang Sect, but the ancestor Chu Ruoshui repeatedly bypassed her and passed orders directly, so that in just half a year, two Jindan juniors from Chu Xiantong's lineage died fighting for territory on the mountain.
In addition, the ancestor was greedy and practiced an extremely vicious evil art, and this evil art required a virgin female monk to be the furnace. Therefore, Chu Xiantong already had a junior sister who was in the Golden Core Realm.
The two female disciples of Dongxu Realm were taken into the cave by the ancestor, and the junior sister of Jindan Realm grew up together with Chu Xiantong and had a very good relationship. This kind of shame and humiliation has always been Chu Xiantong's heartache.
Thousands of years ago, when the founder of the Chenhuang Sect was founded, the Patriarch once said that he wanted a disciple of the sect to cultivate himself on the mountain. Now that the ancestor Chu Ruoshui has led the Chenhuang Sect to do so many scandals, is he worthy of the word "cultivation" in the Patriarch's mouth?
When he thought of this, Chu Xiantong frowned and strengthened his belief. The path of the Chenhuang Sect was really going astray, and now, if anyone could correct the Chenhuang Sect on his own, he could only
It's him. As for his help, there is no doubt that he is the immortal in white.
"Ahem..."
On the street, the road was very narrow. A middle-aged painter carrying an oil-paper umbrella behind his back and holding an ink scroll in his arms met Chu Xiantong unexpectedly. Chu Xiantong was slightly stunned, thinking that the painter seemed to have met somewhere.
After passing by, the painter smiled faintly, and his voice echoed in Chu Xiantong's spiritual ruins: "If the sect master really wants the Chenhuang Sect to prosper, he shouldn't have any different intentions. Why bother?"
Chu Xiantong felt a chill in her heart. This painter's realm was so high. She couldn't even detect his cultivation background, so she frowned: "Who is Mr. Sir? Why do you say that?"
"You don't need to know who I am."
The painter smiled: "I just want to give you a kind word to advise the sect master. Don't trust Lin Zhao. If you follow Lin Zhao, you will really go all the way to darkness. At that time, the sect master will be the sinner of the Chenhuang Sect, and even Chenhuang."
Every life of the sect may be lost for the sake of the sect master."
"Yeah?"
Chu Xiantong gently grasped her palm, and the sword in the scabbard suddenly trembled and clanked. She, Chu Xiantong, was not a soft persimmon. She never took threats. She would do it if she wanted to. What was there to be afraid of?
"snort!"
The painter smiled and said: "Good words can't persuade a damned ghost. Let's take care of ourselves, Master."
As he spoke, the painter took a step forward, and his figure suddenly became blurry, like a drop of water falling into a freshly painted ink painting. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the street. When Chu Xiantong looked back,
, has disappeared without a trace.
She frowned, feeling increasingly gloomy in her heart.
…
Beijing, the Lu family's residence.
Lin Zhao returned with Liu Liying, and Lu Huaining arranged a very elegant room for Lin Zhao. When he opened the window, he could see the courtyard outside. The location was excellent.
Lin Zhao had nothing to do, so he set up a fist stake in the corridor on the second floor to warm up his fist spirit. Now that he was in the third realm of martial arts, would he still be far away from the fourth realm?
In the room, Liu Liying got a set of the Four Treasures of the Study from the maid, plus a piece of drawing paper, and started painting on the desk under the window sill. The person in the painting was none other than Lin Zhao, who was practicing boxing under the eaves of the corridor. Although the style of painting was far away.
Not as good as Wu Yuanzi or Qi Kuangzi, but Liu Liying's painting is quite delicate. In the painting, Lin Zhao is walking with fists, and there seems to be a strong fisting intention that is about to shine through the paper.
"nice!"
At some point, Lin Zhao was lying outside the window and said with a smile: "This painter is not much worse than Wu Yuanzi."
Liu Liying chuckled: "Young Master, it's fine as long as it suits you."
"Li Ying."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Why do you want to draw me?"
Liu Liying's heartbeat suddenly accelerated twice, and she said softly: "Because in Liying's eyes, the young master deserves the best scenery in this courtyard."
"oh……"
Lin Zhao smiled slightly, practiced boxing again, and said: "No matter what you say, I will never like you, so stop dreaming."
Liu Liying pouted and stamped her feet angrily. This time she was not angry because she couldn't break Lin Zhao's mood, but she seemed to be angry about something else.
…
In the evening, Lu Huaining prepared a banquet in the mansion and invited Chi Yuran, Chi Zhongyu, Lin Zhao, Liu Liying, and several masters from the mansion. His intention was very clear, and he thanked everyone for their support to Lu Huaining along the way.
Zhao Fu, if it weren't for this group of people, Lu Huaining, who was only in the seventh realm, might not even be able to leave Jiangzhou Prefecture, let alone return to the capital.
During the dinner, Lin Zhao, who was as attentive as Lin Zhao, Chi Zhongyu, Liu Liying and others naturally knew that this was the farewell meal prepared by Lu Huaining for everyone. After this meal, he would definitely issue an eviction order. At this time, Lu Huaining was no longer interested.
No matter how he is a bachelor of Wenhua Pavilion of the Hanlin Academy, he is no longer the second-rank household minister of the imperial court. He is just a commoner. Chi Yuran, Chi Zhongyu, Lin Zhao and other Nascent Soul realms are not necessary.
To protect a common man who has no meaning to the world.
Lu Huaining is a scholar and he cannot afford to be embarrassed.
Therefore, the reason why the food and wine were tasteless was not because the cooks in the mansion were not good at cooking, but because everyone was not in the mood to taste the delicious food on this table.
…
Soon after, it was night.
The bright moon was in the sky, and the whole capital seemed to be quiet. At this time, an old scholar wearing a green robe appeared outside the minister's house, holding a jade-colored wine flask in his hand, standing gently outside the door, and laughed loudly.
: "Your Majesty gave a pot of royal wine and ordered Prime Minister Zhao Qian to come and see off former great scholar Lu Huaining!"
