Hsu Fengnian made an 'oh' sound, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He instructed, "Lü Qiantang, take these two out. Be quick about it. Their howling and wailing in the middle of the night is like a ghost. Also, Yang Qingfeng, you know a lot of unorthodox methods. I'll leave these corpses to you. Remember to move them further away and sleep beside the pile of corpses. I'm afraid that someone will be on tenterhooks for the whole night and won't have the energy to study and earn money the next day. "
Seeing the corpses, Jiang Ni, who had already hidden behind the old God of Swords, turned pale and did not have the time to refute. When Yu Youwei was still Lü Qiantang, she was indifferent to life and death. Naturally, she was much calmer than Jiang Ni. Hsu Fengnian did not even look at Lü Qiantang as he left the courtyard with one person in each hand. He only said to Blue Bird, "Bring me a brush and ink, then follow me out. I have some things to draw. Grandpa Wei, I'll have to trouble you to accompany me to the Yinyang Pavilion with a wide view. "
The old Daoist priest Wei Shuyang stroked his beard and smiled, "His Royal Highness is too polite. Coincidentally, I also miss that pavilion. When I followed my master to Mount Qingcheng to cultivate when I was young, I rested there. "
Blue Bird and the old Daoist priest each held a torch as they led the way. Hsu Fengnian held a knife of high quality rice paper that he had squeezed out from Jin San Lang. The brush in Blue Bird's hand was not the same as usual. It was the hardest and sharpest brush in Guandong's Liaowei. Looking at the back of the three people, Jiang Ni then looked at Yang Qingfeng who was digging out the dead person from the wall and dragging it out of the courtyard. Presumably, the two bandits that were carried out by the swordsman Lü Qiantang like chickens and ducks were also unable to escape death. Jiang Ni, who was hiding behind Li Chungang, was in a daze. The old Sword God had seen many vicissitudes of life. When he was young, he was also frivolous, so he was not unfamiliar with women's thoughts. He laughed and said, "Little Jiang, This Old Man has to say a few good words for Little Xu. You didn't accuse His Royal Highness of being unrestrained in Beiliang. However, outside of Beiliang, some of his methods cannot be said to be vicious and merciless. Today, these thirty people could be killed or not, it was all up to Little Xu. In the end, This Old Man guessed that it was the little bandit Old Meng who had yet to show himself."
Jiang Ni made a lukewarm sound of "oh."
The old Sword God smiled and said, "Little Jiang, do you want to know why that little brat took the brush and ink out? If you roast another white fruit chicken for This Old Man, This Old Man will tell you. "
Jiang Ni said unhappily, "I don't want to know."
Old Man Li was someone who could not hide his words. With great difficulty, he swallowed the words that were at the tip of his tongue and said, "Let's not talk about it. Otherwise, you will be frightened by this little brat's shrewdness and won't dare to practice the sword."
Yinyang Pavilion.
With this as the boundary, below the mountain was the world of the living, and above the mountain was the world of the dead. It made sense. Wouldn't those bandits who had barged into the courtyard become lonely souls in the world of the dead?
Hsu Fengnian took a wooden board made by Blue Bird and sat down cross-legged. He spread the rice paper on top of it. Blue Bird wanted to grind the ink, so Wei Shuyang held two torches to light the way. With the help of the moonlight, he looked at the Qingcheng Mountain Range in the distance. Qingcheng Mountain was very outstanding in the history of Taoism. It was the location of the fifth paradise, which was more advanced than the ancestral courts of the two great orthodoxies, Mount Longhu and Mount Wudang. The Taoist temple in the mountain was hidden in the green mountains and clear waters. The architecture was most compatible with the Heavenly Way. There was once a poem written by Immortal Cheng Luan that said, "I only love the peak of the father-in-law mountain, the steps of the pill ladder are close to the netherworld." The main peak, Qingyang Peak, and the secondary peak, Tianzun Peak, were opposite each other. There was an iron chain bridge that hung horizontally. Yellow cranes soared and the sea of clouds rolled. It was indeed a rare scenery in the world. Wei Shuyang had once mustered up his courage to walk across the iron chain bridge. It took him a full hour to walk. When he finally reached Tianzun Peak, his legs were weak and his clothes were soaked.
Wei Shuyang looked down and praised sincerely, "His Royal Highness has a good memory."
Hsu Fengnian concentrated on painting the mountains, rivers, and topography of Beiliang in detail. He was even more accurate than the senior officials of the Geography Department. Even a knowledgeable old man like Wei Shuyang was dumbfounded. His Royal Highness painted for an hour and changed more than ten sheets of rice paper. Finally, he painted Mount Qingcheng. His Royal Highness was only riding on a horse. He didn't look at the scenery, but the shape of the mountains was even clearer than that of an old Taoist who had been cultivating in Mount Qingcheng for nearly ten years. It was especially suitable for him to paint with fine hairs. Wei Shuyang had seen His Royal Highness grow up, so he was far more familiar with Hsu Fengnian's character than outsiders. It was true that he was naughty and mischievous. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ridden on Wei Shuyang's neck and peed. When he pooped in the Tide-listening Pavilion as a child, he would casually wipe his ass with a secret manual. However, once this child became serious, he would have a stubborn spirit. Once, he was punished by Li Yishan on the top floor to copy scriptures. His Royal Highness didn't admit his mistake, but he still copied the scriptures. In a fit of pique, he copied nearly three hundred thousand words. In the end, even the Great Pillar State came forward to plead for leniency. In the end, he won over Li Yishan, who didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Hsu Fengnian stopped writing and waited for the ink to dry. He looked up and smiled at Blue Bird. "Later, take these rice papers back to the carriage and sleep. Otherwise, that girl won't dare to close her eyes."
When the rice paper finished eating the ink, Blue Bird took the paper and brush and left.
The torches had been changed several times.
Hsu Fengnian shook his wrist and laughed softly. "Grandpa Wei, don't let anyone know that I'm drawing this."
The old Taoist nodded. "Of course. His Royal Highness has a beautiful heart. I've seen it and kept it in my heart. I won't say anything."
Hsu Fengnian looked at the highest peak of Mount Qingcheng in the distance and said self-deprecatingly, "His Royal Highness has a rotten heart. What kind of beautiful heart does he have?"
Wei Shuyang laughed. "His Royal Highness is too modest."
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes and faced the beautiful mountains. He folded his blade on his knees and formed the Huangting Incantation with two fingers. He silently entered a meditative state.
Wei Shuyang didn't sleep the whole night. He just sat quietly and observed His Royal Highness's mysterious phenomenon.
There was a purple aura coming from the east between his eyebrows.
The closer it was to dawn, the more the red date mark between Hsu Fengnian's eyebrows turned from dark red to light purple.
When the first rays of the morning sun shone on his body, Hsu Fengnian slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at Wei Shuyang apologetically.
Wei Shuyang stroked his white beard and shook his head. "I'm looking forward to His Royal Highness going to Longhu."
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