Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 360 Li Shabai vs. Baihuazhuang
Hua Chunting watched Dong Yuan silently, the faint scent of ink made his forehead sweat.

Shi Dai Yiguang, the head of the Department of Punishment of Huazhou, was wearing a mask and led more than [-] judges. He was waiting to set off. Seeing that Hua Chunting had not moved, he stepped forward and asked, "Master Hua, are you going to wait?" who?"

Hua Chunting said: "Dai Changshi, did you smell the fragrance of ink?"

The judge's nose is very sharp, Dai Yiguang nodded and said: "I smelled the fragrance of ink just now, I thought it was some new trick in your village."

"It's not a trick in my village, it's a strange guest in my village."

Dai Yiguang frowned and said, "Did I meet that person? But I said, he only has a fifth-rank cultivation, so don't take it to heart."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Hua Chunting shook his head and said, "Dai Changshi, you will take the troops to the enemy's camp first, and then come after I deal with the guest."

Dai Yiguang's face darkened, and his tone changed: "Master Hua, let's explain the relationship more clearly. This is about your bloody sect, not about me punishing the evil boss. I'm here to help you. If you don't Take action, why am I going to fight against the evil army? What does this matter have to do with me?"

Hua Chunting smiled and said: "Dai Changshi, don't take offense, Hua and entrusted all the elite under his command to Dai Changshi, isn't this sincerity enough?

The origin of this guest surnamed Yuan is unknown, I am really worried, and when I deal with him, I will rush to the enemy camp immediately! "

Speaking of this, if Dai Yiguang argues again, it will be a little unreasonable.

He led the army to take a step first, and Hua Chunting went to Xiangquan Pavilion alone.

Xiangquan Pavilion is the same as before.

The water in the pool is still clear without any ink.

There is still a scent of powder in the cloud and mist, but the three beauties are gone.

Where are the three girls?
Where is the butler?
Even if you don't see anyone alive, you have to see the corpse when you die, right?
Li Shabai was cooking tea alone in the soup spring, Hua Chunting stepped forward and said, "Treasurer Yuan, how is our greeting in the past few days?"

Li Shabai said with a smile: "The owner of the village is so kind and generous, the scenery of Guizhuang is picturesque, I really don't want to leave.
Unexpectedly, just now, several Shuli and a younger brother insisted on driving them away, but there was some conflict between their words. "

Hua Chunting sighed: "These servants are usually less disciplined, but shopkeeper Yuan laughed at them. I don't know where they are?"

Li Shabai said with a smile: "It's in the soup spring, a soup of water warms it up, but it turns a war into jade."

After finishing speaking, Li Shabai picked up the inkstone on the floating board and poured some ink into the water. The ink swam and quickly drew a picture in the spring.

Three women were playing in the pool around Li Shabai, and a man watched secretly from the bank. This was the last scene before they attacked Li Shabai.

Li Shabai sighed: "It would be great if time stayed here. That man would be a pity. Unfortunately, these three girls are all young, full-bodied, and beautiful. I really want to leave a few more pictures for them."

Seeing Tangquan's hot air overlap with the scroll, Hua Chunting slowly got up and stretched out ten arms from behind.

Each of the ten arms holds a weapon, including a pair of daggers, a pair of short forks, a pair of hatchets, a pair of iron pestles, and a long whip.

"Treasurer Yuan, they don't understand the rules, they should die, but the time has come, you are going to go on the road after all, let Hua give you a ride!"

Li Shabai said with a smile: "The original surname of the owner is Hua. I have lived in Guizhuang for many days, but I still don't know the name of the owner. In fact, my surname is not Yuan, but my surname..."

Hua Chunting interrupted Li Shabai with a smile: "You don't need to say what your surname is. Our village never sets up graves for guests, and don't expect anyone to sweep you in the future. Just be an unknown ghost and go on the road with peace of mind!"

When the words fell to the ground, Hua Chunting suddenly appeared in front of Li Shabai.

The ten hands on the back, holding nine weapons, came from all directions, and the original two hands remained, with nails more than three inches long, piercing Li Shabai's chest.

This blow seemed unsolvable, Li Shabai was surrounded by all kinds of weapons, there was no room to dodge, and no chance to parry.

But Li Shabai was very calm, with a wave of the brush, the intricate strokes turned into a barrier.

The tip of the pen seems to be soft, but between the twists and turns, it tightly entangles the nine weapons and a pair of sharp claws.

Before Hua Chunting could break free, Li Shabai pushed the inkstone, and the ink splashed on Hua Chunting's arm, and began to spread rapidly.

The place that was stained black by the ink quickly lost consciousness, as if it had turned into a piece of black charcoal, brittle and hard.

Hua Chunting realized that the situation was wrong, and struggled to break free from the edge of the pen, swung the hatchet, and chopped off six of his ink-stained arms one after another.

Li Shabai threw the inkstone into the air, and the ink poured down like rain.

Hua Chunting suddenly lowered her head, her long hair grew rapidly, covering her whole body, and after blocking the ink, she took out a short knife and shaved off her long hair.

With a wave of Li Shabai's hand, a piece of cinnabar rose in the air.

Hua Chunting couldn't dodge in time, a few spots of cinnabar fell on her skin.

The cinnabar instantly penetrated the outer skin, forming trachoma, which penetrated under the skin and took root in the bones.

One grain of cinnabar on the bone turned into two grains, multiplied, and spread to the skin again, turning into holes one after another, constantly expanding on the body.

Li Shabai's fierce skills made Hua Chunting terrified, Hua Chunting jumped up, keeping a distance of two feet away from Li Shabai.

Seeing the bits of cinnabar constantly eating away at her body, Hua Chunting tore open her flesh with her sharp claws, pulled out a few bones stained with cinnabar from her body, and threw them aside.

The thigh bone was pulled out, Hua Chunting leaned over for a moment, and a new leg grew out.

A few ribs were pulled out, Hua Chunting temporarily ignored it, and let the side of the chest cavity collapse temporarily.

A few arm bones were torn off, and there were still cinnabar residues in the seams of the bones. Hua Chunting thought it was troublesome, so he chopped off the hand that was stained with cinnabar.

Li Shabai sighed in admiration: "Third grade of Blood Evil really has some extraordinary skills. We have fought hand-to-hand with short soldiers. Let's fight with long weapons again."

Hua Chunting looked at Li Shabai nervously.

He said he wanted to fight for a long weapon.

What long blade does he have?

The pen, ink and inkstone are definitely not counted. He is soaking in the water naked, what kind of long weapon can he have?

Li Shabai raised his hand in the air, and suddenly there was a painting scroll in his hand.

This is his long weapon?

With a flick of his wrist, Li Shabai unfolded the scroll, and there was nothing on the scroll, just a blank sheet of paper.

Is this blank paper a weapon?
Hua Chunting took the first step, waving his sharp claws, and rushed towards the white paper, trying to tear it up.

With a wave of Li Shabai's letter, the white paper wrapped Hua Chunting in a favorable manner, and the scroll was rolled up again, and Hua Chunting disappeared.

Li Shabai picked up the scroll from the soup pool and slowly unfolded it. On the blank scroll was a handsome man, it was Hua Chunting.

Li Shabai drew a long knife and stabbed Hua Chunting in the chest. On the picture, Hua Chunting's blood gushed out everywhere.

This is what Li Shabai called the long sword. He drew dozens of long swords and cut them with saws at Hua Chunting. Not for a moment.

Li Shabai's painting became more and more popular, and the painting of weapons became more and more bizarre. He drew a rake with nine blades hanging on it. When the rake is lowered, there are nine blades.

While the rake was flying, as soon as Hua Chunting was about to be chopped into pieces, a bone suddenly stood up next to Tang Quan.

This is Hua Chunting's thigh bone, which was torn out of his body before and thrown on the shore.

Now an eye has grown on the thigh bone, and two arms have grown beside the eye.

This thighbone crawled quickly on the shore with these two arms, and came behind Li Shabai quietly.

Li Shabai was still busy painting, so he didn't notice this thigh bone at all.

The femur suddenly flew up, piercing Li Shabai's throat immediately.

Li Shabai was startled, the brush in his hand fell into the spring, and the scroll also fell on the water.

Hua Chunting concentrated his energy, tore up the scroll, broke free, showed his sharp claws, stepped forward and stabbed Li Shabai's eyes, turned his wrist, and lifted Li Shabai's skull.

The other hand grabbed his thigh bone, cut open Li Shabai's chest, and directly pulled out the internal organs.

The bright red blood stained Tangquan red, Hua Chunting took a few steps back and gasped for a long time.

He was seriously injured. There were hundreds of wounds on his body where the bones were deep, and several wounds were on vital points. Any more serious injuries would have killed him.

Hua Chunting is a cultivator of the third grade of blood evil. Although he doesn't know what kind of Taoism Li Shabai is, he deeply feels the gap between him and Li Shabai.

If it wasn't for being lucky enough to leave a leg bone on the shore, if Li Shabai didn't concentrate on painting and didn't pay attention to the surrounding conditions, if there was no key point in this sneak attack, Hua Chunting would undoubtedly die.

Hua Chunting's cultivation was at the third rank, so he concluded that Li Shabai's cultivation must be at the third rank, and he still stayed at the third rank for a period of time.

Whether it's luck or fate, fortunately this battle was won, otherwise Lord Xing would be alarmed to fight this fellow.

Hua Chunting heaved a sigh of relief and stepped forward to pack up Li Shabai's body.

A high-grade cultivator like this, donating his flesh and blood to Xingjun, can replenish a large amount of real energy for Xingjun, which is a rare treasure in the world.

Hua Chunting stepped forward and pulled Li Shabai's arm, which instantly fell off and turned into a ball of blood.

This is……

Hua Chunting went to pull the other arm, but before he touched it, Li Shabai's entire body collapsed, turning into blood.

This is again...

Hua Chunting's cheeks twitched, and a strong chill spread throughout his body.

Why did this guy's body turn into blood?
The whole soup spring is full of blood, why can't there be any fishy smell?
"That's not blood, it's cinnabar." Li Shabai's figure appeared on the bank, wearing a white gown and holding a folding fan in his hand, "That's a portrait I drew for myself, and it's not bad. Do your best."

portrait?

What does portrait mean?
puppet?
Doppelganger?

Hua Chunting made a desperate fight, but what he killed was not the main body, but a clone?
What kind of cultivation is this guy?
Hua Chunting's lips couldn't stop trembling, he calmed down for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

Li Shabai said with a smile: "I just wanted to tell you your name and surname, but you refused to listen. Fortunately, I am magnanimous, and I will tell you again.
My surname is Li, painter, Li Shabai,

I'm here to find your master, and I'll trouble you to make an introduction. "

Hua Chunting trembled for a while, and after the trembling, a smile appeared.

The ground began to tremble, Xiangquan Pavilion began to tremble, and the entire Baihuazhuang trembled violently on Yanluo Mountain.

"You want to see Mr. Xing!" Hua Chunting smiled, "Actually, you have seen him a long time ago, before you saw me."

Seeing a pool of hot springs suddenly close, and then open again after closing.

It was as if a person blinked once.

　Dear readers, the evil star is here, guess who is stronger, he or Taotie's outer body?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)