Chapter 354: Yun Qingxia’s thin noodles
Many experts set their sights on You Chuiyun, who was completely unaffected. After Shan Chun woke up, he was a little surprised to see You Chuiyun's old god's presence.
"This kid's concentration has improved again."
Wenren Zhuxiao might know something about the inside story. She vaguely understood why You Chuiyun didn't respond.
But Wei Ya and the others didn't know that the masters from the demon mission looked around and landed on the only person who was not affected... Even Duke Ross said: "It's amazing, this kid dares to wield a sword and come here arrogantly." , as expected, he is confident that he has some strength."
Wei Ya nodded solemnly. She might really start to look at this boy, this remnant of the Yin Xiao Sect, and said, "Include him in the empire's purge plan."
Ross nodded.
The empire's purge plan is, of course, the demon kingdom's assassination and purge plan for people in Daxia who pose a threat to the demon kingdom.
The assassins were either high-ranking officials or young people like Yu Chuiyun... who might pose a threat to the empire in the future.
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"This is the birthday banquet of the deity. At that time, the painting saint Tingfeng Jie happened to be drunk and was lying on the roadside to rest. When he woke up, he found that he was already standing on the Immortal Palace, and those The Immortal politely asked the Painting Sage to describe the night banquet... The Painting Sage drank the wine of the Jiujianxian and painted the scene of the Lingxiao Palace with his wonderful pen."
Wei Ya introduced it slowly, making people fascinated by the scene in the painting——
"After finishing the painting, he got drunk in the Immortal Palace. When he woke up the next day, he found himself lying in the palace of the then Human Emperor. It turned out that heaven, as a token of gratitude, gave him a dragon spirit and sent down heavenly soldiers to replace him. He conquered the troubled times.
At that time, the Painting Saint also became the master of the Tingfeng world. "
Wei Ya's voice seemed to have a magical power that woke up all the people immersed in the painting... When they woke up, their faces were pale and dripping with sweat, as if their three souls and seven souls had returned to their bodies.
This is the power of a painting of a saint, let alone one made at the pinnacle - this painting not only has extremely high artistic value, but also has the effect of an illusion. The enlightened can benefit, but the stupid can easily fall into the illusion and be helpless. Extricate yourself.
And those who wake up now are naturally fools who are not talented enough and are forced to watch paintings and get stuck in it, unable to extricate themselves.
"The reason why I took out this painting - firstly, this painting originally belonged to your human race. This is our trophy. Now that humans and demons have made peace, it returns to its original owner."
Wei Ya changed the topic: "But there is one condition... that is to find the stroke on the painting that does not belong to the painting saint. In other words, there is a graffiti on this painting that does not belong to the original painting.
Find this graffiti and I will give this painting back to the human race. "
As soon as this statement came out, many people were eager to give it a try...but Wei Ya added another condition.
The first one to fly out was Zhang Chi, the senior brother of Beast Peak who couldn't hold himself back. The elder of Beast Peak palm peak slapped his forehead and forgot to stop his impulsive disciple.
Zhang Chi rushed forward, excitedly, approaching the huge painting and staring directly at it with his naked eyes. Unexpectedly, before he got closer, he suddenly felt sick in his heart, couldn't see clearly, and then fell to the ground with convulsions.
The elder of Beast Peak Palm Peak was so embarrassed that he did not dare to look up at the painting, so he dragged Zhang Chi down and explained: "Zhang Chi was not good at practicing yesterday. Today, he felt dizzy and fainted... You continue, you continue."
Since the painting was facing the Nantianmen seat, all the humans who occasionally looked up were dizzy and couldn't see the reason. The demons on the other side could only see the back and were unaffected, and mocked: "You are... They have no artistic aesthetics, and yet everyone looks shaky? Hey, it’s really a drag.”
Pulling the brakes means pulling down.
"Hey, it seems that only we demons can appreciate the masterpiece of the Painting Saint. It turns out that we are the real successors."
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The demons kept taunting, and under Zhang Yangguan's instructions, basically everyone had to go up and give it a try.
Huang Gang is similar to Zhang Chi. Even though he is cautious, he immediately stops eating as soon as he gets closer and takes a closer look.
Bai Qicai and others also endured their nausea and observed for a long time, but still couldn't find the extra stroke.
Li Ziyu comforted Bai Qicai and said: "This thing depends on talent. The paintings of the painting saint and the depiction of the immortal family are naturally not easy for ordinary people to appreciate."
Bai Qicai watched Wen Renzhu laugh and Shan Chun step forward to identify... However, they just stood in front of the painting for a longer time and could not find the flaw at all.
"What the hell -" Liu Tong beside Liu Baimu didn't go up to test him at all, because even the senior sister couldn't see through it, so how could he do it.
Liu Baimu sighed in his heart when he saw his son's mentality, but he didn't scold him in words after all - after all, he was the one who pampered his son into such a character.
In fact, there was a person from the younger generation who actually stood in front of the painting for a long time - even Wei Ya almost frowned before this person shook his head dejectedly and walked down.
That was Yan Ruyu, who always loved painting - despite being chubby, this guy actually had some attainments in art... He went up with bright eyes, but after all, he couldn't see for long because of his lack of cultivation.
On the way back, I almost fell down because I was distracted.
You Chuiyun supported him with the hilt of his sword. Yan Ruyu said thank you with a pale face and sat back weakly.
"Yan Ruyu, can you see a little bit of the secret?" Liu Baimu asked Yan Ruyu through You Chuiyun.
Yan Ruyu shook her head: "Back to Master, I worked hard and saw some clues, but unfortunately I didn't cultivate enough and couldn't persist for long." He was a little frustrated. He was an artistic talent. This wonderful art was in front of him. But I can't look directly at it, which is really shameful.
Liu Baimu stroked his beard and said: "You don't need to blame yourself. I looked at it with the skill of transforming into gods, and my eyesight was disturbed by the pictures. I just felt that my consciousness spread into a kaleidoscope, where could I find the graffiti?
I think this painting may not actually have anything to do with cultivation, but it depends on whether you are the destined person and whether you can see that the mystery in it is related to it. "
You Chuiyun suddenly interrupted: "You, the old man, are really right."
Listening to Liu Baimu's words, the air at the tables before and behind him was stagnant - in the fifteenth month, Liu Tong and others all looked at You Chuiyun with surprise.
Could it be that You Chuiyun could tell? What does he mean?
The Master Liu Baimu snorted disdainfully: "What kind of skill is picking up people's teeth?"
You Chuiyun chuckled twice and said, "I am the one who is destined to be there. How can I ever mislead others?"
You Chuiyun said he could tell?
The news spread immediately, and everyone paid attention to You Chuiyun.
Liu Tong immediately jumped to his feet and said: "You fart, you are pretending again, You Chuiyun, even my father can't find out, but you are pretending to be a ghost here."
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Hearing Liu Tong's sarcasm, You Chuiyun showed a disdainful expression. He completely ignored Liu Tong and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Even I don't know. I'm afraid no one in this world knows."
Finally, You Chuiyun confidently and arrogantly said this famous sentence in the eyes of people.
Wei Ya smiled and said: "You know? You Shaozong, do you know?"
Immediately, there was a disdainful laugh at Yu Chuiyun from the demon clan. The Young Wolf King didn't know why, he had never met Yu Chuiyun but he was very bored with this Yu Chuiyun... as if he had been beaten by him.
"He must be farting!" The Young Wolf King clapped his hands and laughed: "There are many people in the human race who like to brag and fart, especially the Yin Xiao Sect back then. What my father said turned out to be true."
The demons kept booing.
I saw You Chuiyun, in the eyes of everyone, extremely calm. He directly raised the wine jar and drank half the jar of wine. He let out a very happy sound, then slapped the table and pointed a cold eyebrow at Qianfu.
"I just won't let this painting return to the hands of the Daxia people, because sooner or later I will ride on my horse and whip, ride on the demon land, and take this painting back with my own hands!"
You Chuiyun's words directly caused an uproar. Even Wei Ya squinted her eyes and said: "We are waiting for the Demon Clan envoy to seek peace... You actually threatened to trample on my Demon Clan's land! It's really too much!"
The Rose Knights drew out their steel swords one after another... The human race immediately responded in kind, and the main hall suddenly became tense because of Yu Chuiyun's sword.
"Everyone stop it."
Zhang Yangguan's three words directly suppressed the scene: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I'm drunk - please forgive me."
Wei Ya signaled the knights to withdraw their weapons and sat down angrily.
Zhang Yangguan suppressed the scene with his words. Just now, everyone felt that the weapons in their hands were hot after Zhang Yangguan spoke - so they all took back their weapons - and became more respectful to the enigmatic leader.
At this time, the first-rank heavenly official of the imperial court suddenly said: "You Chuiyun, the headmaster is right. It is a joy to have friends from far away. Your bearing is related to the face of the human race."
You Chuiyun raised his eyes and saw that it was Yun Qingxia, the Minister of Rites.
"We, Daxia, have been a country of etiquette since ancient times. The Sword Immortal knows etiquette even when he is drunk. Don't be too presumptuous."
Yun Qingxia's calm tone did not make the drunken Youchuiyun furious, because he knew that his uncle was reminding him not to overdo it.
You Chuiyun may not give face to everyone, but his uncle has helped You Chuiyun many times.
And even for everyone at Enjitang...
I heard from Chen Feiyang that after Yun Qingxia's grand visit last time, the government paid out all the withheld subsidies in one go, and also paid out a lot of silver taels as compensation, which totaled several thousand taels.
At first, everyone in Enji Hall was too confused to accept the money, but later they found out that Yun Qingxia had visited the government office after she left.
With this money, Enjitang repaired the houses and streets of the poor people in the shanty town, and dug two clean wells... Finally, the children will not get diarrhea and diseases.
Based on this alone, what You Chuiyun himself failed to do, he actually thanked this uncle from the bottom of his heart.
Since Yun Qingxia has spoken, she must give her face.
You Chuiyun stood up drunkenly, and under the gaze of everyone, he raised his sword.
Staggering towards the scroll.
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