Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Hao Liang was stunned, and looked at Yan Ke in disbelief. "Can you split mountains?" he asked.

"I can't do it myself." Yan Ke looked at Hao Liang indifferently, "But if the person who uses me has enough cultivation, then there is no problem."

"I..." Hao Liang hesitated, "I...can I do it?"

"Your cultivation is already strong enough." Yan Ke looked at him, "Although I don't know how and when you became so powerful." He added this sentence unwillingly, "You just need to use our Swing me with the force that crashed into Yuantu Mountain, and the mountain wall can be easily opened."

"Try it?" He smiled faintly at Hao Liang.Hao Liang stared blankly at his face.

"Who's in the prison?" The monk's voice at the door could be heard clearly, Hao Liang suddenly came back to his senses, and held Yan Ke's hand.

"Try it!" he said.

"That's right." Yan Ke turned his head, looked at Hao Liang, and said softly.He leaned down and touched Hao Liang's lips softly.

"Since you have the courage to secretly become my master, you must have the awareness to use me well." He touched Hao Liang's head, which turned into a light blue transparent jade sword and fell into Hao Liang's hands.

Hao Liang pursed his lips and patted his hot cheek with his hand.Regardless of the monks entering through the door, he attacked one after another, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised the sapphire sword towards the extremely hard stone wall, and slashed down fiercely.

For a moment, dazzling light gushed out from the stone wall, and the strong wind blew up the water, splashing on the rushing monks.Hao Liang stood on Jiang Xing's sword, his eyes were so pierced by the light that he couldn't open them.Due to the strong wind, he couldn't stand firmly on the sword with both feet, staggered a few times, and fell into the water.

Yan Ke quickly flew up from Hao Liang's hand and turned into a figure.He hugged Hao Liang tightly before he fell into the water, and at the same time grabbed the painter's collar with his other hand.

"Go!" He ordered Jiang Xing, then got up and flew towards the bright place.

After crossing the stone wall, he flew out of Huantu Mountain.Hao Liang passed Yan Ke's shoulder and looked back, a huge crack suddenly appeared on the slippery rock wall of Huantu Mountain.He swallowed lightly, and slipped back into Yan Ke's arms.

"It can really split mountains." Hao Liang murmured.

"Yes." Yan Ke hugged Hao Liang tightly with one hand, and said calmly. "Not only can I chop mountains, but I can also chop wood very well. The blade is sharp and never curls. You can try it next time you have a chance."

Hao Liang looked at Yan Ke's serious face and couldn't help laughing. "I wish I could still use you to chop wood," he said.

Several people did not dare to stay near Yuantu Mountain, so they had to flee quickly.When he found that no one was chasing him, he breathed a sigh of relief and fell back to the ground.

The water on the painter's body has almost dried up at this time.Seeing that the painter's clothes were thin, Jiang Xing took off his long gown and put it on the painter.The painter smiled at him, and gestured in the air with his hand.

Jiang Xing looked at the painter blankly, then turned to look at Hao Liang.Hao Liang smiled slightly.

"He was saying thank you," he said. "He said you were really gentle."

"I don't." Jiang Xing blushed, and he looked at the painter with some embarrassment.The artist is wearing a long gown of the Yuancheng school. Under the long gown is a loose and thin white tunic. At the open neckline, several red scars stand out, obviously the traces of being whipped and bound.

Jiang Xing's eyes shrank obviously. "I'm sorry..." He bit his lip and said in a low voice, "If I didn't look for the master..."

The painter froze for a moment, and waved his hands again and again. "It's useless to say these things now." Hao Liang said to Jiang Xing, pointing to the painter, "If he escapes like this, the monks in Huantu Mountain will definitely hunt him down. Since you want to rescue him, you should think about it." Where are you going to hide him?"

"It's good to hide in Shihong Mountain." Jiang Xing replied without hesitation. "The painter hid in my room for a few days. There are few people in Shi Hongshan, and the head also trusts me, no one will doubt it."

"Okay." Hao Liang rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "I'm sure I won't be able to go back to the Qingxiao faction now, why don't I go to the Yuancheng faction for a while too."

"Ah. Head Du is going to Shihong Mountain?" Jiang Xing's eyes lit up.The trip to Huantu Mountain made his reverence for Hao Liang grow rapidly, and he was about to regard Hao Liang as an idol, "Then when I go back, I will inform the head of the house and arrange a place for you..."

"No need." Hao Liang raised the corner of his mouth, showing a slightly sly smile, "You must not report to the head, I have to investigate some things in Shihongshan without telling him."

"What's the matter..." Before Jiang Xing could finish his sentence, Hao Liang patted Yan Ke on the shoulder. Yan Ke picked him up and flew straight towards Shi Hongshan.Jiang Xing scratched his hair, and also supported the painter's hand to make him stand firm on his sword, and chased the two away.

According to Jiang Xing's guidance, several people landed quietly in front of a hut in Shihong Mountain.Jiang Xing opened the door and invited the three of them into the house.

It was a tidy room with a small bed, a small table with a few books piled on it, and a few swords hanging on the wall.

"This is my room, it's a bit shabby," Jiang Xing said shyly, and helped the painter to the bed, "but the brothers rarely come here, so the painter can stay here for a few days with peace of mind."

The painter nodded.He looked at Jiang Xing, blinked, and touched his shoulder with his fingers.

Jiang Xing looked at the painter suspiciously, and then looked at Hao Liang for help. "Didn't you have an injury on your shoulder?" Hao Liang said, "The painter asked how your injury is going."

"I...I'm fine." Jiang Xing said hastily.The painter smiled slightly, then got up, took off his long coat, and handed it back to Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing turned to look at Hao Liang again. "The artist said it's fine if you're fine," Hao Liang said helplessly. "He said that you'd better put on your Taoist uniform when you return to the Yuancheng School, so as to avoid other people's doubts."

"Ah... that's right." Jiang Xingdao, "But you also need some clothes, or you'll be cold." He opened his closet and found that there were only a few identical white Taoist robes in his closet, and he couldn't help showing a difficult expression expression.

"You stay in the quilt first." Jiang Xing said cautiously, "I will find you a coat worn by ordinary people. If others find you, I can say that you are my friend in the mortal world, and they will not say anything .”

The painter smiled and shook his head.Jiang Xing looked at Hao Liang again. "The painter said he's not cold, so don't worry." Hao Liang said.He looked at Jiang Xing: "At any rate, you should also learn a few words of sign language. I can't always be here as an interpreter for you two."

Jiang Xing nodded again and again: "Master Du is right." He looked at the painter, and his eyes fell on the scars on the painter's body. "I'll go get some medicine for the painter to heal his injury first." He said, raised his legs and walked out the door.

"Wait." Hao Liang grabbed Jiang Xing, "I'm going to the room of Zheng Fanghai, the founder of the Yuancheng School. Where is it?"

"Master Zheng?" Jiang Xing blinked, "The master's room is passed down from generation to generation. The room where Master Feng lives now is the former room of Master Zheng."

"Where is the head's room?" Hao Liang asked.

Jiang Xing turned around and looked at Hao Liang suspiciously: "Where is Head Du doing?"

"Investigate." Hao Liang simply replied.

"Investigate what?" Jiang Xing asked.

"The head of the investigation." Hao Liang replied.

"...The head?" Jiang Xing repeated, his face suddenly turning white. "Master Du, I still remember that you told me about Mr. Zheng. You shouldn't suspect that Mr. Feng..."

"He should have nothing to do with this matter." Hao Liang said, "But I also have some things to clarify with him."

"..." Jiang Xing hesitated for a while, "I'll go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and I'll drop by the head's room. I'll take the two of you there."

"That would be the best." Hao Liang said.

Yan Ke and Hao Liang followed Jiang Xing and climbed to the top of the mountain along the path between Shihong Mountain.Stop in front of a building on top of the hill.

Jiang Xing knocked lightly on the door, but seeing no one answered, he pushed it again.The door didn't budge.

"The master is not here," he said.

"It's fine if you're not here." Hao Liang said, "Thank you very much. Go and get the medicine."

Jiang Xing didn't move. "It is said that the lock in the head's room was made by a certain craftsman, and it cannot be opened by anyone except the head himself." He looked at Hao Liang and said.

"I know." Hao Liang didn't seem to care, he waved at Jiang Xing, "You go."

Jiang Xing wanted to say something, but Hao Liang acted as if he didn't intend to talk to him anymore.He had no choice but to leave, and walked away from the head of the gate with three steps and three turns.

Jiang Xing returned to the room after taking the medicine at the pharmacy on the grounds that he was injured.He pushed open the door and saw the painter sitting on his bed.The thin clothes were loosely covered on him, making the painter look even thinner.He raised his eyes and seemed to be looking at something on the wall.

Jiang Xing's heart skipped a beat.The painter heard the sound of the door, looked at Jiang Xing, smiled slightly, and pointed to the wall.Jiang Xing immediately turned around, looking for Hao Liang to translate, but suddenly realized that Hao Liang was no longer by his side.

He touched his head, took out a pen and paper from the table, and handed it to the painter.The artist made a reassuring expression when his fingertips touched the penholder.He smiled gratefully at Jiang Xing, and then quickly wrote a line on the paper.

The painter's characters are slender and beautiful.Jiang Xing looked at it, and saw what was written on the paper: "Why do you hang such a picture on the wall?"

Jiang Xing raised his head, and a picture of Wang Ba, drawn with a few strokes, directly caught his eyes.

It was framed by himself and hung on the wall.He thought it was a token given to him by Lin Jue, and hung up like this for 60 years, waiting for Lin Jue to come back all the time.But only waited for the news that he had already passed away.This so-called keepsake is nothing more than graffiti drawn by other people.

Jiang Xing suddenly felt deeply uncomfortable. He got up, took off the painting, rolled it up, and threw it into the corner of the room.After sighing heavily, he realized that the painter's worried eyes had been looking at him.

"It's nothing." Jiang Xing raised his face and forced a smile, "This painting is just a misunderstanding."

The painter looked at him fixedly, and mouthed two words: "Really?"

"Yeah. Such a crude painting makes you laugh." Jiang Xing sat next to the painter, handed the medicine he brought to the painter, and changed the subject, "Master Du and they call you a painter. I think your paintings must look good. "

The painter tilted his head and winked at Jiang Xing.He put down the medicine, picked up the pen, and in just a moment, a stretched azalea appeared on the paper.The lines are smooth and beautiful, and the petals are layered on top of each other. Although it is only black and white, it is also vivid, which shows its foundation.

"It's so beautiful! It's amazing!" Jiang Xing exclaimed, "When I was at your house, I also saw a lot of rhododendrons. Do you like this kind of flower very much?"

The painter nodded.

"What about other flowers?" Jiang Xing asked, "You must be able to draw many other things. It must be as beautiful as this flower!"

A haze flashed in the painter's eyes.He lowered his head and picked up his pen.

"No." The artist wrote slowly on the paper, "I only paint cuckoos."