Royal Master Painter

Chapter 400 The Movement of Qi Cifeng
When Jiang Li carried Yanniang into the room, he let go of the charming woman in his arms and threw it on the ground.

But Yanniang's skills were excellent, she was about to fall, she just turned over and sat firmly on the table, her legs crossed each other to reveal her snow-white skin.

"You really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Yanniang complained.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, get to the point, what do you want me to do."

"I just want you to spend the night with me, or I'll spend the night with you..." Yan Niang's voice made one's bones crumble.

But Jiang Li got up and left, until Yan Niang stood in front of the door and looked at Jiang Li resentfully.

"He is really a man who doesn't understand the style. My people brought some news from the outside. I think you should be very interested."

"About whom."

"Of course it's about your Qingdu." Yanniang laughed.

Jiang Gu couldn't leave Wufeng City until he couldn't protect himself, but he was very concerned about the situation outside, because he knew that he couldn't be trapped here forever, as long as he had accumulated enough strength, he would definitely leave here.

"Tell me."

"The Baiyang Sect has already occupied the entire Yunzhou, demolished all the academies and rebuilt them into Baiyang Temple.

But you people in Yunzhou are as stubborn as you. You would rather die than believe in Baiyang God, so countless people died in the entire Yunzhou, and the corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed into rivers.

Those guys in your Wenfu can really make trouble. When the Baiyang Sect massacred the people of Yunzhou, those scribes scattered all over also started to fight back.

The scribes headed by Zheng Danxia searched for those hidden Baiyang Sects in the entire Yuling Continent. In just half a year, 31 masters of the Baiyang Sect died in his hands, including Wangxian Liuzhong! "

"It's all within reason. I'm not the only one who remembers Qingdu's enmity."

Jiang Li clenched his fists tightly. He also wanted to slaughter all the Baiyang Sect members himself, but it was not the time yet.

"But the power of someone scattered all over the Qing capital seems to have many followers."

"Who?"

"Pearls are not immune to Qi Cifeng!"

This should have been something to be happy about. Qi Cifeng is the senior brother of Lu Daoxuan and Wei Changli, and also a powerhouse who has reached the pinnacle of Yuling Continent, but Jiang Li frowned worriedly.

When he was trapped in Aunt Mountain, Yan Ji once mentioned to him that the leader of the White Lake Guruhui, Mr. Qing, knew the top secrets of the Wenfu, and knew the methods of the scribes. From this, it can be deduced that this person is most likely from the Wenfu. .

Besides Wei Changli and Lu Daoxuan, who have reached the level of Boss Qing for so many years, there are only two people in Wenfu, Qi Cifeng and Huang Fuweng!

Jiang Li had never met these two people before, but Boss Qing was most likely one of them.

Although Qi Cifeng has been trapped in Beihai for many years, after all, he is a student trained by the second-generation palace lord Xiaoyaogong, and he is also a legend of Wenfu.

It would be a great thing to integrate the last strength of the Wenfu with his own strength and identity, but if Qi Cifeng is really the boss of Qing, these remaining strong men in the Wenfu are very likely to become a part of his ambition. a knife.

"What did he do?"

Qi Cifeng can be regarded as the only two elders among the literati after the fall of the Wenfu. Jiang Li is willing to pay him the utmost respect, but his unpredictable identity is always a big stone on his heart.

"Qi Cifeng didn't make any big moves, nor did he crazily take revenge on the Baiyang Sect members, but kept getting close to the people who survived the last battle of the Wenfu.

The godmother had known and dealt with this person many times when she was young, and the godmother had mentioned him countless times. This person himself was extremely dangerous.If he hadn't been imprisoned in Beihai for 800 years, he would most likely be the head of Wenfu. "

"Please keep an eye on Qi Cifeng for me, I want to know his every move." Jiang Greed said.

"It may be a bit difficult, after all, he is Qi Cifeng, but once I hear any signs of trouble, I will tell you as soon as possible."

"Thank you, there is one more person I hope you can pay attention to for me."

"Who?"

"Huang Peiweng!"

The pleasure-seeking workshop attracts guests from all over the world, and it is also the place with the best news in the Yuling Continent. Yanniang is the master of all the news, even in this world, there are not many secrets for her.

But after mentioning Huang Peiweng, Yanniang searched in her mind for a long time before she realized who this person was.

"Which mysterious court painter? Hasn't he disappeared for more than 200 years? Many people even rumored that he has fallen."

"Intuition tells me that he must still be alive!"

"Tracking Qi Cifeng is already tricky enough. Looking for Huang Peiweng, who has disappeared for 200 years and has not been heard from, these two things for you are really more difficult than the other. I will help you do such a difficult thing. Are you Shouldn't you pay me something too?"

Yanniang said that the clothes on her body like a veil fell off automatically, and the graceful curve of the ketone body that made everyone crazy appeared in front of her eyes. Not only that, Yanniang also made some nosebleeds.

Jiang Li sat upright, then took out a pen and paper from his bookcase, looked up and down the proportions of his body and began to draw.

Yan Niang looked at the man in front of him with a solemn expression, every stroke was just right, and the body that had attracted countless people was like a clay sculpture in his eyes.

Jiang Li's painting skills have reached the pinnacle, and a painting was finished in just half an hour. Yanniang looked at the people in the painting in a daze.

The woman in the painting is topless, her eyes are slightly closed, and she is leaning lazily on the chair. She is obviously an oiran in a romantic scene, but the woman in the painting is not only not romantic at all, but is very noble and quiet.

"Am I beautiful?" Yanniang suddenly asked.

"Beauty, it can be called a thousand years of beauty."

"Then why I can't see any lust in your eyes."

"I am a painter. In my eyes, you are no different from the birds and animals I have painted, and the landscapes I have painted." Jiang Greed replied.

"If I say that you are the first person to see this body under the veil, do you believe it?" Yanniang asked suddenly.

"I am very honored."

Jiang Greed kept the painting he had just finished, and then put the wine that had been on the table into the book tube, which was his payment for painting, and then got up and left.

Yan Niang looked at the back of Jiang Li's departure, and she, who was born in Fengyuechang, showed the posture of a little girl, and even couldn't help stamping her feet in resentment.

"Every time I come here, I know how to drink and paint. Just like Zhang Dian, the people in the Wenfu are all idiots, idiots..."

When Jiang Greed was about to leave, Yaya was fighting wine with the people from the Xunhuanfang.

"Little girl, let's make an agreement that no one is allowed to use spiritual power to melt away the power of wine. If you lose, then take off a piece of clothing."

"What if I win?"

Yaya deliberately made a shy gesture, and even her tone was timid. Coupled with her exquisite and beautiful face, people couldn't help but sigh that she was an elf in the world.

"If I lose, I will teach you a secret technique!"

In order to satisfy their own desires, the tattooed people paid the highest price by patting their chests.

"Well then."

From being shy at the beginning, the smile on Yaya's face gradually became presumptuous.

Yaya stepped on the stool with one foot, clapped the wine table with the other hand and shouted loudly.She is not very old, but she grew up soaked in the spirits made by Xiong Hei Tart.

When it comes to drinking, Yaya only thinks that his alcoholic master is slightly better than her.

Soon, the tattooed man collapsed on the table and was unconscious.

Yaya directly revealed her witch's nature, she drew the knife from her waist, and slapped the cold back of the knife on the face of this person.

"Wake up, waste, is this not enough? Missy hasn't had enough yet?"

With this method, Yaya has already deceived many secret methods.

It is a taboo not to pass on the secret law of one house, but these people are all wanted criminals in eight houses, so they don't care about this bullshit taboo.

Seeing so many people booing, this person finally couldn't resist the verbal criticism from the crowd, obediently offered a secret method.

"Is there anyone else? Is there anyone who wants to fight wine?" Yaya stood on the table and yelled.

"If it doesn't work, I will take off two pieces if I lose. Don't miss it when you pass by!"

Jiang Greed didn't say anything when passing by, and grabbed Yaya's clothes on the back of her neck and dragged her off the table and dragged her away.

Yaya was a little bit unsatisfied, and kept waving at these people in the Xunhuanfang.

"I'll go back first, if anyone else wants to fight for wine, let's next time..."

For this girl who has grown up from slaughtering pigs to slaughtering customers, Jiang Li really has a headache. It is more difficult to train her to become a lady of the family.

"My eldest lady, do you know who those people are?"

Those who have been tortured by the Eight Houses of tattooing are all ruthless and merciless, and those who are wanted by the Eight Houses can still escape here. All of them have extraordinary strengths. Jiang Li is afraid that Yaya will suffer in their hands one day.

"They are all my masters. Over the years, I have learned more spells from them than you have given me."

Jiang Li patted his forehead. He is a painter and she is a little butcher. He really doesn't have much to give her.

"They are your master, who am I?"

"You are my father, can you!"

"father…"

Yaya shook Jiang Tan's arm and began to cry coquettishly.

"Stop shouting, you are my father!" Jiang Lian said angrily.

Just like the news Yan Niang delivered to him, Qi Cifeng became active again after a period of silence, especially with the remnants of the Wenfu.

Zheng Danxia had just pulled out a deeply buried nail and burned down the Baiyang Temple. People who believed in Baiyang God, even ordinary people, were not spared, and all of them were slaughtered.

Just as he was about to leave after finishing all this, a gust of wind blew past one more person in front of him.

"Who are you?" Zheng Danxia asked with some vigilance.

The man didn't speak but took out a picture scroll to prove his identity, which depicts Wenfu Yujing Lake and Wengong Liu, and the day and month are in the sky at the same time.

Zheng Danxia and the two scribes behind him looked a little surprised. People can fake, but paintings can never be fake. This painting is famous throughout the history of Wenfu.

"The sun and the moon are facing the mirror, are you Qi Cifeng?"

"According to seniority, you should call me uncle!" Qi Cifeng said
(End of this chapter)