Hua Chunting stared at Dongyuan silently, and the faint fragrance of ink made sweat flow from his forehead.
Shi Dai Yiguang, the director of the Huazhou Punishment Department, was wearing a mask and leading more than 400 judges, waiting to set off. Seeing that Hua Chunting had not moved, he stepped forward and asked: "Master Huazhuang, do you want to wait?"
who?"
Hua Chunting said: "Dai Changshi, did you smell some ink fragrance?"
The judge had a very good nose. Dai Yiguang nodded and said, "I smelled the fragrance of ink only then, and thought it was some new trick on your farm."
"It's not a trick on my property, it's just a strange guest on my property."
Dai Yiguang frowned and said, "Did I meet that person? But I said that he only has a fifth-level cultivation, so don't take it to heart."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Hua Chunting shook his head and said, "Dai Changshi, you take the troops to the enemy camp first, and then I'll arrive after I deal with the guest."
Dai Yiguang lowered his face and changed his tone: "Master Huazhuang, let's make the relationship clearer. This is your Bloody Sect's business, not my Punishment Department's business. I'm here to help you. If you don't
Take action, why should I fight against the evil-suppressing army? What does this matter have to do with me?"
Hua Chunting smiled and said: "Dai Changshi, don't be offended. Hua has entrusted all his elite men to Dai Changshi. Isn't this sincerity enough?"
The origin of this guest named Yuan is unknown, and I am really worried about it. Once I have dealt with him, I will rush to the enemy camp immediately!"
Speaking of this, Dai Yiguang would be a bit unkind if he argued.
He led his army to take the first step, and Hua Chunting went to Xiangquan Pavilion alone.
Xiangquan Pavilion remains the same as before.
The water in the pool is still clear, without any trace of ink.
There is still the fragrance of powder in the clouds, but the three beauties are missing.
Where did the three women go?
Where is the butler?
Even if you don’t see anyone alive, you still have to see the body after you die, right?
Li Shabai was cooking tea alone in the spring. Hua Chunting came up and said, "Shopkeeper Yuan, how have you been doing at our village these days?"
Li Shabai smiled and said: "The owner of the village is so kind to me. The scenery of your village is so picturesque that I really can't bear to leave.
Unexpectedly, a few Shuli and a young man insisted on driving me away, but some conflicts arose between their words."
Hua Chunting sighed: "These servants usually lack discipline, but they make shopkeeper Yuan laugh. I wonder where they are?"
Li Shabai smiled and said: "In the spring, the water is warm, but it turns the war into jade and silk."
After speaking, Li Shabai picked up the inkstone on the floating board and poured some ink into the water. The ink moved and quickly sketched a picture in the spring.
Three women were playing in the pool around Li Shabai, while a man secretly watched from the shore. This was the last scene before they attacked Li Shabai.
Li Shabai sighed: "It would be great if time could stay here. It would be a pity for that man. It's a pity that these three girls are all young, plump and beautiful. I really want to leave more pictures for them."
Seeing the heat of the hot spring intertwining with the scroll, Hua Chunting slowly stood up and stretched out ten arms from behind.
Each of the ten arms holds a weapon, including a pair of daggers, a pair of short forks, a pair of axes, a pair of iron pestles, and a long whip.
"Shopkeeper Yuan, they don't understand the rules, so they should die, but the time has come and you have to hit the road after all, so let Hua give you a ride!"
Li Shabai smiled and said: "The original surname of the owner is Hua. I have lived in your village for so many days and I still don't know his name. In fact, my surname is not Yuan, but my surname is..."
Hua Chunting interrupted Li Shabai with a smile: "No need to tell you your last name. Our village never builds a tomb for our guests. Don't expect anyone to pay homage to you in the future. Just treat yourself as an unknown ghost and go on your way in peace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Chunting suddenly appeared in front of Li Shabai.
Ten hands behind him, holding nine weapons, were attacking from all directions. The original pair of hands was left with nails more than three inches long, and they stabbed Li Shabai in the chest.
This attack seemed unstoppable. Li Shabai was surrounded by various weapons, with no room to dodge and no chance to parry.
But Li Shabai was very calm. With a wave of his brush, the intricate strokes of his brush turned into a barrier.
The tip of the pen seems to be soft, but the strands of silk are tightly entangled with nine weapons and a pair of sharp claws.
Before Hua Chunting could break free, Li Shabai pushed the inkstone and ink splashed on Hua Chunting's arm and began to spread rapidly.
The area stained black by ink soon lost consciousness, as if it had turned into a piece of black coal, brittle and hard.
Hua Chunting realized that something was wrong, struggled to free herself from the pen, swung her axe, and chopped off her six arms stained with ink.
Li Shabai threw the inkstone into the air, and ink fell like rain.
Hua Chunting lowered her head suddenly. Her long hair grew rapidly, covering her whole body and blocking the ink. Then she took out a short knife and shaved her head clean.
Li Shabai waved his hand, and a piece of cinnabar flew into the air.
Hua Chunting couldn't dodge, and a few dots of cinnabar fell on her skin.
The cinnabar instantly penetrates the outer skin, forming trachoma, penetrating under the skin and taking root in the bones.
One grain of cinnabar on the bone turned into two grains, multiplied, spread to the skin again, and turned into holes, which continued to expand on the body.
Li Shabai's fierce skills frightened Hua Chunting. Hua Chunting jumped up and kept a distance of two feet from Li Shabai.
Seeing bits and pieces of cinnabar eating away at her body, Hua Chunting used her sharp claws to tear open her own flesh, pulled out a few bones stained with cinnabar from her body, and threw them aside.
The thigh bone was pulled out, Hua Chunting leaned for a moment, and a new leg grew.
A few ribs were pulled out, but Hua Chunting ignored them for the time being and allowed the chest to collapse temporarily.
Several arm bones were torn off, and there was still cinnabar residue in the bone seams. Hua Chunting felt it was troublesome, so she cut off the cinnabar-stained hand.
Li Shabai exclaimed in admiration: "The third-grade blood evildoer really has some extraordinary skills. We have fought hand to hand, let's fight again with long weapons."
Hua Chunting looked at Li Shabai nervously.
He said he wanted to fight with long swords.
What kind of weapon does he have?
The pen, ink and inkstone certainly don't count. He is naked and soaking in the water. What kind of weapon can he have?
Li Shabai raised his hand in the air, and suddenly there was a scroll in his hand.
Is this his long weapon?
Li Shabai flicked his wrist and unfolded the scroll. There was nothing on the scroll, just a piece of white paper.
Is this white paper a weapon?
Hua Chunting took the lead, waving her claws and rushing towards the white paper to tear it into pieces.
With a wave of his hand, Li Shabai wrapped the white paper around Hua Chunting, the scroll was rolled up again, and Hua Chunting disappeared.
Li Shabai picked up the scroll from the soup pool and slowly unfolded it. There was a handsome man on the blank scroll, it was Hua Chunting.
Li Shabai drew a long knife and stabbed Hua Chunting in the chest. Hua Chunting's blood spurted out and flowed everywhere.
This is what Li Shabai called long weapons. He drew dozens of long weapons and cut them with saws at Hua Chunting. Hua Chunting was trapped in the scroll and could only carry it hard, even moving.
Not for a moment.
Li Shabai became more and more popular as he drew more and more, and the weapons became more and more bizarre. He drew a rake with nine blades hanging on it. When the rake goes down, there are nine blades.
While the rake was flying, Hua Chunting was about to be chopped into pieces. Next to the spring, a bone suddenly stood up.
This was Hua Chunting's thigh bone, which he had torn out of his body and thrown on the shore.
Now there is an eye growing on the thigh bone, and two arms growing next to the eye.
The thighbone used these two arms to crawl quickly on the shore and quietly came behind Li Shabai.
Li Shabai was still busy painting and didn't notice the thigh bone at all.
The thigh bone suddenly flew up and immediately pierced Li Shabai's throat.
Li Shabai was startled, and the brush in his hand fell into the spring, and the scroll also fell on the water.
Hua Chunting concentrated her energy, tore the scroll into pieces, broke free, showed her sharp claws, stepped forward and poked out Li Shabai's eyes, flipped her wrist, and opened Li Shabai's skull.
The other hand grabbed his thigh bone, cut open Li Shabai's chest, and pulled out the internal organs.
The bright red blood stained the spring. Hua Chunting took a few steps back and breathed for a long time.
He was seriously injured, with hundreds of bone-deep wounds on his body, and several wounds on vital parts. If the injuries were any more severe, they could kill him.
Hua Chunting is a third-level blood evil cultivator. Although he does not know what kind of Taoism Li Shabai is, he deeply feels the gap between him and Li Shabai.
If he hadn't been lucky enough to leave a leg bone on the shore, if Li Shabai hadn't been concentrating on painting and not paying attention to the surrounding situation, if this sneak attack hadn't hit the key point, Hua Chunting would have died.
Hua Chunting's cultivation level was at the third level, so he concluded that Li Shabai's cultivation level must be at the third level, and he stayed at the third level for some years.
Whether it was luck or fate, fortunately we won this battle, otherwise we would have alerted Xingjun to fight with this guy.
Hua Chunting let out a long breath and stepped forward to pick up Li Shabai's body.
A high-level cultivator like this can dedicate his flesh and blood to Xingjun, which can replenish a large amount of true energy for Xingjun. This is a rare treasure in the world.
Hua Chunting stepped forward and pulled Li Shabai's arm. The arm fell off instantly and turned into a ball of blood.
This is……
Hua Chunting went to pull the other arm, but before she could touch it, Li Shabai's entire body collapsed and turned into blood.
This is again...
Hua Chunting's cheeks twitched, and a strong chill spread throughout her body.
Why did this guy's body turn into blood?
The whole spring is full of blood, why can't I smell any fishy smell?
"That's not blood, it's cinnabar." Li Shabai's figure appeared on the shore. He was wearing a white gown and holding a folding fan in his hand. "That's a portrait I drew for myself. It's pretty good."
With all your heart.”
portrait?
What does portrait mean?
puppet?
Doppelgänger?
Hua Chunting fought to the death, but the person he killed was not his true form, but a clone?
What kind of cultivation level does this guy have?
Hua Chunting's lips couldn't help but tremble. After a while, she calmed down and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"
Li Shabai smiled and said: "I just wanted to tell you my name, but you refused to listen. Fortunately, I am a generous person, so I will tell you one more time.
My surname is Li, the painter is Li Shabai,
I came to see your master and asked you to make an introduction."
Hua Chunting trembled for a while, and after the trembling, she showed a smile.
The ground began to tremble, Xiangquan Pavilion began to tremble, and the entire Baihua Village trembled violently on Yanluo Mountain.
"You want to see Xingjun!" Hua Chunting smiled, "Actually, you have seen him a long time ago, before you saw me."
I saw a pool of hot springs suddenly closing, then opening again after closing.
It was as if someone blinked.
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Dear readers, Evil Star is here, guess who is more powerful, him or Taotie?