Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Wen Tiandong blinked. "I didn't make trouble." He said, pointed to the scroll in Feng Yuanxing's hand, and at the same time took out another scroll from his sleeve.

"I have inquired. There is a tavern next to this square. Every year on the ninth day of the winter month, the great painter Zhang Dongjiu will paint nine pictures on the spot in the wing room of the tavern. First come, first served. I queued up in front of the tavern with dolls two days ago. It was not easy for him to draw a picture early. I know you like it, so I will give it to you."

He probed, took the scroll from Feng Yuanxing, and looked at the people beside him. "I just replaced the scroll in your hand with this painting, and I want you to take a look at it right away, but your expression..." He rubbed his head, "It seems that you are not very satisfied with this painting..."

After Feng Yuanxing heard this, his serious face showed obvious regret. "It's a pity." He said, "It's rare for seniors to line up for me, but this painting..."

He opened the scroll, Yan Ke was in his position, and he could also see the appearance of the painting.The painting has a red background, and it depicts a big fat doll in a green coat, holding a fish in his hand.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Wen Tiandong turned his head, his handsome face showed a puzzled expression, "I see that many people hang this kind of painting, which is very festive. The artist persuaded me to let him paint bamboo, saying that he never I have never painted this kind of painting before. I only painted it with my insistence."

Feng Yuanxing sighed. "Zhang Dongjiu was famous for his good bamboo paintings." He said, "If you let him paint this kind of New Year pictures, you will undoubtedly let a carpenter forge a sword."

He looked at Wen Tiandong, but there was no trace of reproach in his eyes, full of tenderness. "That's fine." He rolled up the scroll and stuffed it carefully into his sleeve. "Zhang Dongjiu has never painted a New Year picture. The value of this painting may be much higher than that of those bamboos in the future."

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he pulled Wen Tiandong closer and squeezed his nose affectionately.

"I'll hang up this painting at night." Feng Yuanxing whispered, "Brother, please come to my room from this painting tonight."

Wen Tiandong's face flushed slightly, and he nodded slightly.

"Yuanxing." Zheng Fanghai's voice came from above the podium. Wen Tiandong waved his hand, signaling Feng Yuanxing to go over, and took two steps back.

"Since everyone is gathered here, why not take this opportunity to try each other's sword skills." Zheng Fanghai said with a look of enthusiasm.

Liang Duo smiled. "Brother Fang Hai is really cunning," he said, "Your sect is all sword cultivators, so you want to compete in sword skills? I won't participate. Let Brother Du play with you."

Du Sumu smiled and nodded. "Xiao Fang." He was about to summon Xiao Fang to the podium, but Liang Duo stopped him.

"Yuan Cheng faction called out the top disciples of their sect's swordsmanship." Liang Duo said, "Brother Du also let his disciples who are the most powerful with swords come up."

"That's Xiao Fang." Du Sumu said.

"Isn't there another one?" Liang Duo smiled and tilted his head to where Yan Ke was sitting.

Du Sumu turned his head to look at Yan Ke, hesitating for a moment.Zheng Fanghai patted him on the shoulder. "Never mind, let him come," he said. "We all know what happened to him."

Du Sumu nodded, called Yan Ke to his side, and handed him a sword.Yan Ke didn't need a sword at all, and holding a sword at this moment was just for show.He already knew how to control his own strength, and he didn't need Du Sumu to ask him any more.

When Feng Yuanxing saw Yan Ke, his eyes lit up, obviously he had also heard about Yan Ke's origin.He saluted Yan Ke respectfully, raised his sword, and made a gesture of raising his hand.

Yan Ke returned the gift.He made a good posture, held the sword in his backhand, and when he was about to attack, there was a sudden commotion from the audience.Du Sumu frowned, made a stop gesture, and looked down the stage.I saw Qing Xiao sent a monk running far away, ran to the stage, whispered a few words in Liang Duo's ear, and Liang Duo's expression immediately became serious.

"There are several monks in the White Dragon Sect. They have disappeared since yesterday afternoon, and the natal lamp has not responded." Liang Duo turned around, looked at the two masters, and said, "Their masters are very anxious. will preside over it and must assist them in their search."

The expressions of Du Sumu and Zheng Fanghai also became solemn. "Let's go together too." Du Sumu said, looking at Zheng Fanghai, Zheng Fanghai nodded.

After the three heads arranged the rest, they took a few disciples and followed the envoy of the White Dragon Sect.Du Sumu thought for a moment, but decided to take Yan Ke by his side and follow him to find someone.

Under the leadership of the head of the White Dragon Sect, the team began to search the entire Yicheng.Yan Ke followed behind Du Sumu, watching the back of the head of the White Dragon Sect.That person was tall and loud, and Yan Ke always felt familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen it before.

A group of people exhausted their rune spells and searched the entire city to no avail, and then headed towards the outskirts of the city.After going around for a while, he finally stopped in front of the ruined temple gate where Yan Ke had stayed.

The monks of the White Dragon Sect hesitated when they saw this temple, but the members of the other three sects didn't realize it, they pushed open the temple door and walked in.Yan Ke also followed them into the temple.

The temple is extremely dilapidated, the Bodhisattva statue is dilapidated, and even the ground has no pavement, it is all mud.The soil was not compacted, it was loose and loose, and as soon as it walked on it, a burst of sand and dust was raised.

At this moment, the runes that the monks of the White Dragon Sect carried to find people's traces flashed for a moment, and then went out.The group of monks were startled and looked around, but found nothing.Some of the White Dragon Sect cast suspicious eyes on Yan Ke, but no one dared to speak out.

Suddenly, someone spoke with a cold voice: "The soil in this temple seems to be freshly turned."

Everyone was startled and turned their heads to look, only to see a person standing in the crowd.This person was wearing a dark gray fur cloak, and his attire was different from those of the monks around him.He has a hooked nose, a long face, and looks a bit sinister.

The head of the White Dragon Sect looked at him and said respectfully: "What is your opinion, Holy Master?"

Zheng Fanghai frowned.He looked at the head of the White Dragon Sect: "Our Central Plains Sect's own business, why do you let the Shengyuan Sect join in?"

"Holy Master said that he wants to help, so I can't refuse." The head of the White Dragon Sect said seriously.Zheng Fanghai frowned and exchanged glances with the other two heads. Du Sumu looked at him and shook his head.

The Holy Master sneered and pointed his finger at the ground. "My opinion is, dig up this place and take a look." He said, his eyes wandered for a moment, and finally fell on Yan Ke's face, "Maybe the disciples of the White Dragon Sect are lying underneath."

Everyone panicked.Bailong sent a group of people to quickly chant a mantra to remove the soil from the ground.The three masters looked serious, staring at the layers of flying dirt motionlessly.

Yan Ke's face remained unchanged, as if everything in this temple had nothing to do with him.

But there was nothing in the soil.There is nothing unusual except that it is a little damp and mixed with some fine white gravel.The head of the White Dragon Sect looked at the Holy Master suspiciously, but the Holy Master was unmoved.

"That's not here." He gave Yan Ke another meaningful look, turned and left the ruined temple.

"Speaking of it." A group of people moved outside the door, and a Qingxiao Sect monk stepped out of the threshold, looked around the surrounding scenery, and said to himself, "The Fengshui of this temple is not bad, suitable for cultivation."

"No wonder." Another monk suddenly responded, "I was looking for firewood from farmers in the suburbs of the city a few days ago, and I seem to have seen headmaster Du enter this ruined temple. I was still wondering if I was wrong, headmaster Du What are you doing in this crappy place..."

"Shut up." Liang Duo shouted, glaring at the monk.The monk shrank his neck instantly and stopped talking.He looked back, but saw Du Sumu standing in the temple, waving at him.

"You go first, I have something to say to Yan Ke." He said.

Liang Duo was puzzled, but he still left with the monks.Du Sumu looked at Yan Ke, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil with his hands, and held it in front of Yan Ke.Thin soil with white sand flowed out from between his fingers and fell back to the ground.

"This is not sand." He stuck a grain of white sand with his fingertips.

"This is a ground human bone."

"I don't know where their bodies went. Maybe they were cut off and thrown away, or maybe they were cut into the size of gravel like this bone, mixed in the soil, and immediately rotted." Du Sumu said quietly, his cold and Clear eyes stared at Yan Ke.

"do you know?"

"I don't know." Yan Ke replied without changing his expression.

"Really?" Du Sumu asked.

"Really." Yan Ke replied.

Du Sumu sighed deeply, then raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a gentle smile. "That's good," he said softly, wiped the dust from his hands on the hem of his clothes, and then patted the back of Yan Ke's head.

"Let's go out. Let's go to other places with everyone to find those monks from the White Dragon Sect."

A group of people searched for a day, but finally found nothing.Liang Duo was very disturbed, so he added a few more monks and searched all night, for fear that the White Dragon Sect would use this as an excuse to cause trouble for themselves.But the White Dragon Sect didn't seem to intend to get to the bottom of it. After thanking Liang Duo, the members of their own sect went back to rest on their own.

After walking for a day, Du Sumu and Yan Ke were a little tired after returning to their residence.The new sword stand has been finished and placed in the house.After Du Sumu cleaned Yan Ke, he put him into the scabbard, put him on the frame, and then lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

However, there was nothing in his arms, and Du Sumu couldn't sleep well. Yan Ke saw him get up from the bed several times, picked up the sapphire sword, and wanted to lie back on the bed with the sword in his arms, but hesitated for a while After that, he still put the sword back on the rack.

When Yan Ke felt that she was being put back, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.If he really slept with Du Sumu, although he thought he was very frank in his feelings for Du Sumu and only wanted to protect him, but he couldn't guarantee what his instinct would do.

Seeing Du Sumu's little attachment to him, he felt a little proud and warm at the same time.

The next morning, Zhao Xuehan was still in confinement, and Du Sumu brought Yan Ke to the podium again.When he was supervising his disciples preaching, Yan Ke watched from the sidelines.He didn't look at how Xiao Fang and the others were promoting their sect to the people in the city, but focused on Du Sumu's back for several hours.

Suddenly, Yan Ke felt someone tugging on his sleeve.He looked down, but saw Zhao Xuehan standing in the shadow under the pulpit, smiling maliciously at him.

"Come with me," Zhao Xuehan said in a low voice, "I'll take you to see something you haven't seen."

Yan Ke snorted, pulled the sleeves from his hands, and didn't intend to pay attention to Zhao Xuehan.However, Zhao Xuehan seemed to be determined to take Yan Ke away, he suddenly jumped up to the podium, stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Ke under his arm, like a gust of wind, he rushed away from the crowd without anyone paying attention.

When he pressed Yan Ke to a roof, Yan Ke had a chance to kick him.

"Aren't you grounded?" His head was pressed so hard by Zhao Xuehan that he couldn't even turn around, so he could only stare at him sideways.

"Just kidding." Zhao Xuehan said with a smile, "When will that old man Du Sumu really be able to lock me up?"

Yan Ke was too lazy to think whether Du Sumu could shut this unlucky thing.He struggled to get rid of Zhao Xuehan's control, but Zhao Xuehan pressed him tightly against the roof.

"Stop making trouble." Zhao Xuehan whispered in Yan Ke's ear, shaking her head towards the ground, "What do you think is that?"