Whose guest room has such a perverted painting hanging in it?
A dark shadow drove up to pull out the coffin. There were many corpses on the ground.
Could it be that the female grandmaster provided it? What did she want to express...
Jiuyin kept shaking her head. She had seen Xu Ruqing paint pictures, which were either landscapes or vegetation and flowers.
"Is it possible that this was painted by Qian Yuwei? She is very talented and it would not be difficult to copy Mr.'s new paintings. Besides, she is definitely related to the great master."
Jiuyin's doubts are what Zhao An is thinking of at the moment, but now everything is just speculation, let's take a look.
After driving all the way, I was still really hungry.
Zhao An grabbed the bowls and chopsticks and started to cook.
Jiuyin said in surprise: "Are you really not afraid?"
"Afraid of a hammer, only when you are full can you have the strength to kill." Zhao An showed off a mouthful of shredded potatoes.
I have to say, it smells really good.
This skill is even comparable to that of his own cooking.
Currently, only the imperial dining room and Luo Xiaoxiao's restaurant in the capital serve such dishes. Does Luo Xiaoxiao's chef not have such good skills?
Seeing that Zhao An was enjoying the meal, Jiuyin couldn't help but also picked up the bowl.
The two faced each other, transformed into rice cooks, and wolfed down the food.
After eating and drinking, it was midnight.
Jiuyin said: "Such cooking skills are unique, I'm afraid you may not be able to do it yourself,"
Before she finished speaking, she quickly moved to the window. Zhao An followed carefully. Through the gap in the window, he saw a group of men in black arriving in the yard.
"It's from the Chen family." Jiuyin hurriedly grasped the sword, full of fighting spirit.
These guys are very strong, definitely ninth grade!
How to defeat so many ninth-grade ones?
Until now, the old bald donkey has not come, and neither has the female grandmaster.
Isn't it possible that they were put off by the two of them?
If that's the case, it's better to grab the bucket and run away.
The old woman received the group of people into the hall, and Jiuyin said: "You stay in the room, I will go out and take a look."
"Be careful, don't get tricked."
Zhao An warned her seriously.
The man in the hat who I saw just upstairs is not weak at all. He seems to have his own team. I don’t know whether he is just staying overnight or has some other agenda. Now with the arrival of Chen’s people, no one can tell whether they are a group. of.
Jiuyin nodded and quietly opened the door.
As a result, as soon as the door opened, I saw a man in a bamboo hat leaning against the wall directly opposite with his arms folded, his head drooped and he said gloomily: "Friend, where are you going?"
Jiuyin said warily: "What does this have to do with you? You'd better take care of yourself."
"Friends, don't be nervous. We are here to help you receive the goods. We have no ill intentions towards you."
The man smiled and slowly raised his head, using the dim light in the room to see his appearance clearly.
This man was about thirty years old, with a sad stubble, three-dimensional facial features, and a warm smile, like an old man who had gone through many changes.
Zhao An's eyebrows were raised slightly. He had a good temperament. If he were placed in the original world, he would definitely be a melancholic and handsome man who is loved by girls.
The man extended his hand to Jiuyin, "Thanks for your patronage, one thousand taels."
Zhao An and Jiuyin were both confused, "What do you mean?"
"I'm going to help you collect the goods later. You are the employer, so of course I have to ask you for money."
"Ridiculous, stay away from me."
Jiuyin raised his sword with murderous intent.
The man grinned with big white teeth, then shrugged, "Okay, let's talk about it later."
He smiled and walked back to the room diagonally opposite slowly.
Zhao An said: "What kind of method is this thing?"
"I don't know. They look powerful, but our goal is not them."
Jiuyin pushed Zhao An back to the room and closed the door.
Zhao An walked around the room and his eyes fell on the charcoal scroll again.
Inadvertently, the attention shifted from the shadows and corpses in the painting to the carriage.
You wouldn't know it if you didn't look carefully. Zhao An's eyes almost popped out when he looked carefully.
This carriage looks so familiar, and so do the patterns on it.
etc!
Is this their carriage? Tianshuiyuan's carriage!
Could it be that someone was really playing a prank and deliberately causing trouble?
Zhao An's head widened as he stared at the carriage in the scroll. There was a large white silk flower on the carriage, which was exactly the same as the flower on the coffin in the mourning hall, with the same number.
Yes, it must be a prank.
Zhao An muttered to himself, and suddenly the window opened wide, and a black shadow flickered in.
Zhao An shivered with fright and took a closer look. He saw it was the old monk.
Puyuan put away his umbrella, touched his bald head, and recited the Buddha's name, "Little donor, why did you go out of the city? The poor monk said that at most I will let you suffer some physical pain, and I won't kill you."
Zhao An hurriedly held up the scroll and kept his distance, "I'm warning you, don't come over, my people haven't arrived yet!"
The original plan was for the old monk to come over, fight with the mysterious female grandmaster, and deal with Chen's gang at the same time, but now the female grandmaster didn't come.
Puyuan grabbed the rosary and approached step by step, "It's almost midnight, the poor monk can't break his promise. Don't resist, the donor, let the poor monk clean up his meal, forget it."
"No, it's just a friend's favor. Wait a minute."
Zhao An went around the table to confront him.
Suddenly, when Pu Yuan saw the scroll, he was startled for a moment, and then his smile suddenly froze. He rushed over and grabbed the scroll as if he was possessed, "This is..."
Zhao An looked at him doubtfully, "Master, are you okay?"
Grandmaster?
Zhao An shouted several times in a row, and Puyuan finally came back to his senses.
At this moment, Zhao An actually saw a trace of fear on his face. Although it was short-lived, the expression was absolutely real.
Puyuan put away the scroll and asked seriously: "Little donor, where did this painting come from?"
Zhao An explained with a wry smile, and also expressed his suspicions. It was most likely a prank by the great master.
Puyuan sat down, thinking deeply, "Little benefactor, the poor monk told you that I went to Fuyun Mountain ten years ago and met with the Palace Master of Fuyun Mountain. She said there was a big secret in this world, and then she showed it to me. This scroll is exactly the same... No, the number on her coffin is seven."
Zhao An felt uncomfortable all over, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
This painting is a charcoal sketch. How could anyone know this painting technique ten years ago!
"The poor monk never lies. The master of the Palace of Fuyun Mountain does have an exact picture in his hand."
"That being the case, should you understand the content of this painting?"
Zhao An feels dizzy now and wonders if his time travel was a dream.
He pinched his thigh hard, throbbing in pain.
Not a dream.
So, if someone really knew how to sketch with charcoal ten years ago, was he also a time traveler?
No, it is impossible for a traveler not to leave traces, at least some poems, and he has plagiarized many handed down works when he traveled through time. If it becomes known, it will be exposed.
But no one exposed it!
Just as he was thinking about it, fierce shouts of killing came from outside.
It was Jiuyin, and she got into a fight with Chen's killer.
