Royal Master Painter

Chapter 435 Persuasion
Master Yu Xing was meditating under the twin trees of Xumi Mansion, and Li Kuchan was beside him reporting on the situation of his party in southern Xinjiang.

"Ku Chan, you said someone in the Hundred Thousand Mountains has become a new witch god?"

Master Yu Xing was a little surprised. Of course he knew what kind of existence the witch god is, and the witch god has disappeared for more than 2000 years and it is not suitable to reappear.

"Prince Li's daughter, Li Meng."

"It is said in the ancient Southern Xinjiang that there will be a robber who will help the Wu people through their hardships, and a foreigner will help her become a new witch god. Do you know who this foreigner is?"

This foreigner was ignored by Li Kuchan, but the old monk knew very well that no matter who got the support of Nanjiang, it would affect the future direction of Yuling Continent.

"I have inquired that this person's name is Fan Qi, and his cultivation is at the seventh level of Wangxian, but I have never seen or heard of this person's name in the Eight Houses." Li Kuchan replied, "But I met Wu Liujia there! "

"Tianxin Mansion and our Sumeru Mansion are the ones who travel most frequently with Nanjiang. Zhang Lingsu and I have the same plan. The Eight Houses of Eternal Night are about to come to Southern Xinjiang and can't stay out of it. I thought I could win over the three tribes of Southern Xinjiang to strengthen Sumeru Mansion. The momentum now seems unlikely."

"The three kings of the southern border are just eight levels of immortals. There are not a few strong men like me in Xumifu. This disciple thinks that there is no need to spend so much trouble."

Master Yuhang shook his head.

He wanted to persuade Huang Fuweng to leave the mountain, but he didn't have too many powerful arguments.

Although the current Jiang Li is already at the eighth level of Wangxian, he is far away from the real mansion lord, and even the Taoist is out of reach. If Huang Fuweng agrees to come out of the Shanwen Mansion, a real core will be ushered in .

I thought Huang Fuweng would agree, but his performance was very flat, only when he heard that Lu Daoxuan and Wei Changli died, there were some disturbances.

Master Yuxing didn't think of who it would be for the time being, and when he was about to return, he suddenly looked to the north. After all, there are not many people with such strength in the entire Yuling Continent.

If Huang Fuweng can't be persuaded to leave, maybe they won't have the chance to meet next time.

"Pearls do not resist Qi Cifeng, all phenomena will be exhausted Lu Daoxuan, dragon and phoenix take off in Wei Changli, this disciple has heard of them all, but this Huangfu Weng!"

No matter how Lu Tanwei and Jiang Li persuaded, Huang Fuweng remained unmoved, and Jiang Li was completely desperate.

"You too…"

Just as Jiang Greed was about to say that you are also a student of Wenfu, he suddenly thought of learning from Lu Tanwei that Huang Fuweng is the only self-taught painter. A good landscape painter, his painting skills are also self-contained and have nothing to do with Wenfu.

"Tanwei, I have died since Wan'er and Ping'er died."

Most of the top powerhouses in the eight prefectures, their names shocked Yuling, but they had never heard of Huang Fuweng.

"Floating in white and writing in yellow Fuweng? Who is it!"

Lu Tanwei knelt down in front of Huang Fuweng, and the people in Wenfu couldn't help crying at this moment.

"what happened…."

"My lord, what's going on." Li Kuchan asked.

"After the first generation of shaman gods entered the Immortal Immortal Realm, they opened up a living space for the shamans in the barbaric [-] mountains.

His only disciple wept bitterly, Huang Fuweng patted his head, when he was accepted as a disciple, he was still one and a half years old, and now his temples are still gray.

But at the same time, all the witches also shared the scourge of the witch gods. Three millions of people and that land were put on an inescapable shackle. No matter how they practiced, as long as they were in the southern border, no one could break through. Wang Xian's eightfold cultivation base.

"A great hero also has his time when he is old. If I was young, I might still have great ambitions. Now that I am old, I look down on life and death. It's just sooner or later. What's the point of going out? It only increases loneliness. It's not as good as old age and death in the mountains and forests. It’s beyond the power of the world!”

Suddenly Master Yuxing felt a powerful spiritual force sweeping across the entire Mount Sumeru, and Master Yuxing's figure floated into the air like a ray of light.

"Huang Fuweng, you are a great hero, but now you are willing to die without a name? You can even ignore the enmity between Master Wei and my master?" Jiang Greed was a little angry.

"Huang Fuweng, I forgot that you are still alive..."

"Huang Fuweng is the one who has the strongest talent as a painter after the age of ignorance identified by Xiaoyao Gong, but his Danqing Dao is completely different from the understanding of landscape and Wenfu, so Wenfu did not create a biography for him.

Jiang Li told the ins and outs of the Baiyang Sect's siege and destruction of the Wenfu in Qingdu one by one. Huang Fuweng seemed to have been taken out of his backbone, and he couldn't believe it was true no matter what.

"Master, it's enough for you to sit here for 400 years, leave here, and disciples can always stand before us."

"That's right. After all, the boss is the culprit in Mr. Wei's death celebration. But apart from this incident, I also want to ask you to come out and preside over the overall situation of the Wenfu. One is revenge and the other is revitalizing Qingdu!"

If the Witch King cooperates with the Sumeru Mansion and the strong men of the Sumeru Mansion lead the three tribes to this place, the three kings of the Wu Clan and other strong men will have a number of ninth-layer strong men, which is just a pity. "

"So you came here to test whether I am the boss Qing?"

During the war in Qingdu, some of the masters of the eight palaces visited the Wenfu in person in the form of fugue. Now Huang Fuweng has searched all over the Yuling Continent in the same way, but he has never found those two people.

How powerful Lu Daoxuan and Wei Changli are, such people actually became the first batch of martyrs before the eternal night of the Eight Houses came.

"Someone is searching the entire Yuling Continent with huge spiritual knowledge. This kind of breath is strange and familiar..."

But even though he does not have the name of master and apprentice, he has the reality of master and apprentice. Lu Daoxuan, Wei Changli, and Qi Cifeng have all passed on his top painting skills. "

He cried because he had seen Huang Fuweng when he was young. At that time, Huang Fuweng was tolerant to the world and treated everyone with tenderness. He was as gentle as jade, elegant and sentimental. He is a dying old man who is about to die, and even his lifespan has come to an end.

After seeing Huang Fuweng, Jiang Greed found that he had already lost all hope and was just a living dead guarding his heart. How could such a person be Boss Qing.

Huang Fuweng's brief appearance alarmed all the masters of the Eight Mansions. The strength of the Wen Mansion was undoubted, but until now it has been a lingering nightmare in the hearts of a group of old Confucian scholars in the Confucian Mansion. Now that nightmare has come again.

"The second generation of Wenfudi is the number one school in the Yuling Continent, and it is also the strongest generation in the history of the Eight Houses. In addition to being the best in the world, the disciples trained by Lord Xiaoyao are all worthy of the master of the house."

"Master Wei and my master both know that you are still alive, and they both know that you are living in seclusion here. They don't want to disturb you even if they die. These two are the wise men I admire most in my life. Maybe they are right, and I don't Should have expected something else from you."

"Painter Huang, farewell."

The call of Painter Huang was Jiang Li's complete farewell to this well-known literary figure. Lu Tanwei wanted to persuade him again, but he knew it was futile.

Just when they were about to leave, Huang Fuweng's body scattered with the wind.

(End of this chapter)