For Sikong Zhenjiu, it was an opportunity to kill Yun Fan just now. Ye Ruyan and his monk who wanted to die were not around, so he could take advantage of the opportunity to compete with Yun Fan to make a sudden move. Give him a surprise.
But after fighting at this time, we realized that Yun Fan's strength should not be underestimated, and judging from his last move, he obviously still had some remaining hands. Sikong Zhenjiu was not absolutely sure of killing him. This is the main reason.
Thinking of everything he and Yun Fan had experienced these days, Sikong Yujiu already regarded Yun Fan as his friend. Although he usually looks very out of character, a little aloof, indifferent, unkind, and even paranoid, in fact, he is a person who values love and justice.
Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. He has always been disdainful of making friends, and even subconsciously believed that no one in this world was worthy of being his friend.
However, after getting along with Yun Fan these days, he found that Yun Fan had a very good temper with him. Therefore, in his heart, he had actually regarded Yun Fan as his friend, confidant, and brother. It's just that his aloof and cold temperament made him unwilling or even afraid to face this fact. This is a secondary cause.
In any case, Sikong Zhenjiu finally gave up this good opportunity.
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Sikong Yujiu laughed when he heard this, walked slowly into Ye Ruyan, and said, "Then what have you gained after searching for so long?"
Ye Ruyan curled her lips and said, "I've searched almost all over Mianmei Town, and no one knows who Bai Mo Hua is."
Hearing this, Yun Fan said calmly: "Since he chose to live in seclusion here, how could people know that he was a white ink painter." There was no trace of surprise on his face, as if he had known for a long time that Ye Ruyan would return without success.
Hearing this, Ye Ruyan glanced sideways at Yun Fan and asked, "People in the world don't change their names when they are walking or sitting down, and they don't change their surnames. You are not him, so how do you know that he doesn't use his real name."
Not long after, the death wish also came back, and the result was no surprise, but also found nothing.
Ye Ruyan muttered: "It's better for someone else to do something than for you two to do nothing here."
Yun Fan glanced at Sikong Zhenjiu who was standing aside, and said with a smile: "It's not that we don't do anything, but we have to choose some things that should be done."
Ye Ruyan nodded, looked at Yun Fan, and asked slowly: "Okay then, tell me, where should we find white ink paintings?"
Yun Fan said: "The white ink paintings are literary and romantic, and I also like to paint. In my opinion, I might find some information at the calligraphy and painting shops in the town."
"Yes! Why didn't I think of that?!" Ye Ruyan suddenly said in surprise.
Qiu Shi said: "Then let's go and take a look! Let's go!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone nodded, agreed happily, and started to go.
"Are the guests going out for fun?" Qin, the boss of Yuelai Inn, moved lightly towards them. When he saw them going out, he asked with a smile.
Ye Ruyan said: "No, we are looking for white ink paintings."
When Boss Qin heard this, the smile on his face froze instantly, and he said in a cold tone: "Really? Then I wish you good luck."
Everyone heard something unusual in Boss Qin's words.
Qiu Shi said: "Her words of 'good luck' don't seem to be very sincere."
Sikong Yujiu said leisurely: "It's really interesting. Every time he mentions white ink painting, Boss Qin will have a sullen face."
When Yun Fan heard this, he couldn't help but joked: "Brother Sikong, you pay quite a lot of attention to Boss Qin."
Sikong Yujiu just smiled mysteriously and said nothing.
This boss Qin is not an ordinary person. She knows Bai Mo Hua or is related to it. Yun Fan had noticed this before.
And Sikong Yujiu thought to himself: It seems it's time to have a good exchange with Boss Qin.
After a while, Yun Fan and his party came to a shop selling calligraphy and paintings in the town. And Na Sikong Zhenjiu continued to stay in the inn. What he told Yun Fan and the others was, of course, to find out some information about Bai Mo Hua from this woman.
But in fact, Yun Fan and others all knew what he had in mind, but they just tacitly understood it.
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The shop Yunfan and the others found was not very large, but it was the only calligraphy and painting shop in the town.
At a glance, the store is filled with a variety of books and paintings, which is refreshing and brightening.
As soon as Yun Fancai entered the shop, his eyes were caught by a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the shop. He then stopped aside, his eyes slightly focused, and he began to admire it silently.
Qiushi, Ye Ruyan and Sikong Yujiu were there asking the owner of the shop. The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
Qiushi asked: "Remember carefully, did a man named Bai Mo Hua come to buy paintings?"
Just as the boss was about to speak, Ye Ruyan's voice rang in Qiushi's ears: "Since he has come here to live in seclusion, he just doesn't want people to know that he is a white ink painter. Use your wits!"
Ye Ruyan turned her eyes, glanced at Yun Fan next to her, and said, "Are you here to inquire about information or to appreciate paintings?!"
Yun Fan turned his eyes and said calmly: "It's both."
"Did you find anything?"
After hearing this, the two of them quickly walked up to Yun Fan, both staring at the landscape painting in front of Yun Fan.
"White ink painting." Yun Fan slowly spit out three words from his lips.
Three extremely simple and clear words, but when they fell into their ears, they were like thunder, and everyone was shocked when they heard it.
"White ink painting?!" Qiushi murmured repeatedly, and laughed: "You are not dazzled, are you!? Are you mistaken!? This is clearly a landscape painting, there is not a single figure, so how can it be a white ink painting? !”
Yun Fan still stared at the painting in front of him intently, and continued: "I mean the person who painted this landscape painting may have been a white ink painting."
Ye Ruyan said: "There is no name or surname on this painting, how can you say it was done by him?"
"Painting skills." Yun Fan looked sideways at them and slowly said two words.
"Painting skills?!"
"Come and see," Yun Fan looked sideways at the painting again, and everyone followed his gaze and looked carefully: This is a landscape painting, and what is depicted in the painting should be some ordinary trees and flowers. From these aspects alone, it seems that there is nothing novel about the whole painting, it is just an ordinary landscape painting.
But if you really think so, then think of this painting as too simple.
As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, while experts watch the door. Yun Fan obviously belongs to the latter.
Yun Fan said slowly: "This painting seems to be soft and light, but in fact it is strong and powerful. It also hides the secrets of swordsmanship in the Xiuwen Museum. The old pine welcomes guests, the black pine blocks the road, and the pine leaves are flying."
"Wow!" Qiushi said in shock: "The mixing of swordsmanship and painting skills is really the work of a master!"
Ye Ruyan said: "Even if it is really made by a master, it may not be a white ink painting."
When Yun Fan heard this, he couldn't help but asked: "Have you ever seen white ink painting with your own eyes? Everyone has his or her own unique painting style. As far as I know, white ink painting is usually based on landscape painting, and the brushstrokes are meticulous and indiscriminate. "Peach, apricot, hibiscus and lotus are often seen in the same painting. God is the main one, and the form is secondary."
"That's right! There are peach blossoms and lotus flowers in this painting, both of which are out of season." Qiushi said suddenly as he looked at the painting.
"Painting can also be imitated or plagiarized. This statement is too far-fetched." At this time, Ye Ruyan's questioning voice sounded again.
Although she said so, she actually gradually agreed with Yun Fan's judgment and conclusion in her heart. However, her arrogant temperament and prejudice against Yun Fan made her say things that were against her will.
"..." Yun Fan glanced sideways at her, then glanced at the shop owner nearby and asked, "Boss, can you tell me who painted this painting?"
The boss thought for a moment and said: "I really don't know, because this type of painting is always sent by a child for consignment, and he comes to the cashier after it is sold. How can I know who is the owner? Where’s the painting?”
Yunfan pondered for a while, then paid the boss's silver and bought the painting.
They then walked out of the store.
Ye Ruyan asked: "Can we just buy this painting?"
Yun Fan didn't comment when he heard the words, and said slowly: "The boss said that as long as this painting is sold, the child will come to collect the money. We will have the opportunity to find out the whereabouts of the white ink painting."
"This trick of yours is really good! But if you just sit back and wait, hoping for a miracle to happen, when will we wait?" Qiu Death sighed.
Ye Ruyan: "As long as I can find white ink paintings, even if there is only one in 10,000 chance, I will wait."
Hearing this, Yun Fan suddenly turned his head and took a deep look at Ye Ruyan next to him.
Suddenly, bursts of deafening gongs, drums and suonas came to everyone's ears. Everyone looked around and saw a big red flower dome gradually coming into view.
It turned out to be a wedding procession, no wonder it was so lively!
I don’t know whose daughter is getting married. Very curious.
Qiushi muttered secretly: "Someone is getting married. Is the bride beautiful?"
Everyone stood motionless, their eyes following the movement of the wedding procession.
Yun Fan murmured: "Why are these people so unhappy even though there is a happy event?"
When the wedding procession passed in front of them, Yun Fan soon discovered something was wrong. It turned out that the size of the procession for weddings of daughters was different from that of ordinary families. There are different.
In the wedding procession, in addition to the ordinary dowry girls, bridesmaids and sedan bearers, there are also some middle-aged men holding swords at the front of the procession. , each of them held their hands tightly on the hilt of the sword or the hilt of the sword, with solemn expressions and prepared for battle.
Not only them, but also everyone else in the team, everyone looked serious. And Yun Fan saw the somewhat familiar figure behind those strong men at a glance.
After Jing Yunfan said this, Qiu Shi also felt something, and said softly: "Yes! The passers-by saw him and walked away like the plague, for fear that he would not be able to avoid it."
But Yun Fan had an impression of this person, and he had met him in the past few days. Yun Fan closed his eyes slightly, recalling the people he had met in the past few days in his mind. In fact, he had not seen many people in the past few days. After a moment, Yun Fan's eyes suddenly opened, and he finally remembered.
This person was clearly the middle-aged uncle who asked the Taoist priest to remove evil spirits because his daughter got married on the first day they arrived in Meizhen. Thinking of what the second aunt at the inn and Boss Qin said before about the mountain demon catching brides and causing the disappearance of many young girls to be married, Yun Fan couldn't help but suddenly realized.
At this moment, a nearby local villager came over and said, "You guys are from out of town. You don't know something! In the past six months, we in Meizhen have had some kind of bad luck. Whenever a bride gets married, When passing through the Red River Valley, the bride in the sedan chair will definitely disappear out of thin air without a trace. I heard someone said that she was captured by a mountain demon."
"Troll monster!?"
"..." Yun Fan frowned and remained silent.
"That's right!" The villager continued: "This time the mayor's daughter is marrying to a neighboring county, and the Red River Valley is the only way to go. Although we have already found a few guard thugs, we should still send the sheep into the tiger's mouth!"
After the villager finished speaking, he shook his head and walked away. It was obvious that he had anticipated the fate of the mayor's daughter.
After Qiushi heard this, he hurriedly said: "What this villager said is serious. Is there really a mountain demon?"
"What kind of mountain demon could there be in the world? Let's not be distracted. Otherwise, it would be bad if the child comes and we don't see it." Ye Ruyan reminded.
Yun Fan stared closely at the direction in which the mayor's daughter's wedding party was disappearing, and then told the three people who were praying for death on the side: "You guys watch here first, I will come as soon as I can!"
After Yun Fan finished speaking, he chased after him without saying a word, leaving Qiushi and Ye Ruyan standing there blankly with a blank look on their faces.
