The slightly dirty girl was untied, and Aoba Shinichi signaled her to leave, but she remained motionless, looking at the woman beside her blankly.
"Mom, I'm scared..." The girl hugged the woman and started crying again. While crying, she said: "Mom...Mother, let's...go home together..."
"Nini, be good, don't cry..."
"Sir, my daughter is still old, can you please let me take her back first? I will definitely come back!" Although the woman's face was full of tears, she said strong and calmly, looking at Aoba Shinichi sincerely.
A Qinghe general snorted coldly: "You bitch, do you think we are stupid? If we let you go, will you come back?"
"Shut up!" Aoba Shinichi shouted to stop the general, and he motioned to his men to loosen the poor woman's bonds.
The general saw that the commander-in-chief had already spoken, so he dared not speak again and retreated honestly.
The woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Aoba Shinichi, picked up the child and left in a hurry.
With Aoba Shinichi's words, none of the Qinghe generals dared to step forward to stop him.
Since Qinghe had let him go, Aixuan did not refuse. At his request, General Qinghe found the Four Treasures of the Study, various tools, paints and a desk. Aixuan sat on the floor and started painting calmly.
At first he just sat there without writing immediately. His expression was solemn as if he was thinking about something.
Soon General Qinghe and others became impatient and wanted to scold Sui Xuan, but Aoba Shinichi glared back. Aoba Shinichi waited quietly as if he was afraid of disturbing Sui Xuan.
After a while, Suixuan suddenly moved. Whether he was dipping in ink, licking the pen or sketching, he was very fast. It didn't take long for a painting to appear on the paper. Finally, he picked up the bowl of wine next to him and poured it into his mouth. , then a mouthful of wine spurted out, and the wine turned into mist and fell on the painting.
"General, please look at it!" Jue Xuan pointed at the painting very proudly.
Aoba Shinichi quickly stepped forward to check.
There is a portrait drawn on the rice paper on the desk. It is a young swordsman in civilian clothes. The coarse clothes cannot hide his chivalrous appearance. Although the swordsman is not handsome, standing there is like a sharp blade drawn out of its sheath, sharp and sharp. block.
Although Aoba Shinichi knew that he was looking at a painting, he felt that there was really such a swordsman standing in front of him. The word "lifelike" could not describe how realistic the painting was.
What's even more commendable is that this painting not only has an image but also an artistic conception in it. When Aoba Shinichi saw the painting for the first time, he actually felt as if a real pure sword energy was coming towards his face, but he knew That's just an illusion.
"Sir, your painting skills are amazing!" Aoba Shinichi couldn't help but admire.
Guixuan didn't say a word. He was staring at his painting calmly at this time. People in Qinghe didn't know who this person was, but most of the people in Taichu knew that this swordsman in civilian clothes was the Xidi during the heyday of Taichu. A swordsman, Wang Huanling, the divine guardian of Taichu.
Everyone knows that two dynasties were destroyed in one battle at Fulongguan. Taichu was completely defeated in that battle. It was a complete defeat. At the last moment, Wang Huanling stood up and exploded with frightening sword energy. He killed countless people in the grassland imperial court, including the leader of the imperial court and a large number of people. The nobles also died under his sword, creating a lose-lose situation.
Although Wang Huanling was a sage of swordsmanship, he could not resist, and finally died of exhaustion. He was the recognized guardian of the Taichu Dynasty. There are many ancestral halls and statues of him in Yingzhou.
At this time, Ju Xuan chose to paint Wang Huanling's portrait naturally because he hoped that someone like Wang Huanling could save the suffering people like them.
However, things went against expectations. Although Aoba Shinichi greatly admired Aixuan's paintings, he did not let him go. All the people, including Aixuan, were taken to the city lord's palace.
Just then, the woman who left came back alone.
Aoba Shinichi thought for a moment and then said: "Is this maternal love? Are you afraid that you won't come back and anger me!"
The woman was silent. She clenched her teeth and her body was trembling slightly. It took all her courage to leave and come back.
"If I tell you that even if you don't come back, I will never trouble you again, will you regret it?" Aoba Shinichi said with a smile.
The woman looked shocked when she heard this, then her legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground, starting to cry loudly, her whole body on the verge of collapse.
Aoba Shinichi stood there and looked at her calmly, with a smile still on his face.
"I don't regret it, because I can't afford to gamble with the child's life!" The woman said firmly although her voice was still trembling.
Aoba Shinichi put away his smile and said seriously: "A child cannot live without a mother, so let's go!"
The woman looked in disbelief, then immediately kowtowed to Aoba Shinichi like pounding garlic, and at the same time said loudly: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."
"If you don't leave, I will change my mind!" Aoba Shinichi shouted.
The woman immediately rolled away and crawled away.
"It's great to have a mother..." Qingye Xin said to himself, his expression was extremely lonely.
Guixuan and others were taken to the dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion. The jailers had long since disappeared. There were still many prisoners here. Qinghe people executed all the prisoners and dragged them out without saying a word.
Everyone was watching with fear. What they didn't know was that what they were about to face was much scarier than being killed directly.
The people were imprisoned, and the Qinghe people began to carry various objects into the prison. They were all kinds of torture instruments. Many of the torture instruments had a lot of dried blood on them, which looked quite scary.
Everyone was terrified in the prison, and roars, cries, and curses were heard from time to time, but the Qinghe people seemed not to hear them and remained unmoved.
Qinghe people did not feed the people in the prison. As time passed, everyone gradually lost strength and gradually became quiet.
Jue Xuan sat cross-legged in the innermost corner after entering the cell. He said nothing, just closed his eyes and rested his mind, showing no trace of fear at all.
Late at night, Aoba Shinichi came to the prison alone. At his signal, all the guards left the cells.
Aoba Shinichi opened the door of the prison cell where prisoners were held and dragged an old woman out. He did not close the cell door again.
The old woman didn't struggle at all. She was tied to a frame. A strong man in the prison yelled: "He is alone, let's fight with this Qinghe barbarian!"
Most of the people in the prison looked timid, and few responded. Only five or six people followed the strong man and rushed out of the prison door.
These ordinary people are no match for the strong masters. Aoba Shinichi looks like a ghost. He knocked several people to the ground with a few dodgers. However, he did not end their lives, but threw these people into the prison again. .
After that, no one dared to resist. Aoba Shinichi began to torture these people in different ways, and the screams could not be heard.
One, two, three... the people lost their lives one by one. They all died because they could not bear the torture of Aoba Shinichi.
Guixuan sat there without moving, Aoba Shinichi seemed to have deliberately left him until the end, and never made a move on him.
Aoba Shinichi took away a boy of about ten years old next to Suixuan. The boy cried and struggled desperately to no avail.
Just when they were about to walk out of the cell door, Juixuan suddenly said: "Let him go!"
Aoba Shinichi looked at the old man in confusion. He didn't know what Suixuan was going to do. He said calmly: "Old sir, do you want to replace this guy? There is no point in doing so. I will not let you go. one!"
The dozen or so people still alive in the prison all looked desperate. Aoba Shinichi's words gave them no chance of survival.
Jue Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and spoke again: "No matter what, please let me replace this child, and I beg the general to do it." His face was calm, his tone was neither happy nor sad, and he didn't seem to care about his life or death at all.
Aoba Shinichi was completely irritated by Ai Xuan's attitude. The old man was indifferent at first. He only thought that the old man had a lot of experience in his life. But now that he has killed more than twenty people, the old man is still so calm. This is a complete provocation. .
"I like to save good things until last. For an excellent painter like you, I originally planned to kill you last. Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being rude!" Aoba Shinichi said coldly. He left the boy on Lin's side and walked straight towards Sui Xuan.
Suixuan didn't take it seriously, and still looked at Aoba Shinichi with an indifferent look.
This made Aoba Shinichi even more angry. He lifted Aixuan up and quickly walked towards the torture device outside the cell door.
Guixuan had never practiced martial arts and was old. He had no power to resist and was at the mercy of Aoba Shinichi, but he still showed no signs of panic.
Aoba Shinichi tied Aixuan to the Xing frame and began to use various instruments of torture on the old man. He cut the flesh, skinned, burned, branded, whipped...all kinds of torture were applied to Aixuan.
Guixuan remained calm-faced and silent, which made Aoye Shinichi really angry. He smiled evilly and tried his best to torture the old man. Soon, the old man was already dying.
The old man had been tied to the frame and his head was hanging down. He was gradually losing his vitality. He suddenly said in a weak voice: "Is this death?"
Guixuan, who was about to die, suddenly raised his head, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
"Happiness, suffering, glory, shame, family affection, love, life and death! It turns out that this is the artistic conception that I pursue in my life, and the artistic conception is the Tao!" Guixuan said excitedly. He no longer had the indifference he had before. It turns out that his actions in prison were Enlightenment!
At the last moment of his life, he finally understood the way of asphalt!
Aoba Shinichi noticed something was wrong and immediately took action to kill the old man, but as soon as he rushed forward, he was bounced away by a terrifying force.
Wu Daoxuan's body shone brightly. It was an extremely sacred light, a color that could not be described in words. In the light, Wu Daoxuan's injuries began to heal quickly, and even the broken body parts flew back to it. The original position was quickly restored to its original position.
Both the Xingjia and the iron locks dissipated quickly. Wu Daoxuan floated in the air. He turned into a saint in a mortal body and became a saint!
