Wang Houting returned to his seat, his awkward expression had not faded. The bearded man who had been sitting there waiting for him said, "Houting, do you want me to seek justice for you?"

Wang Houting shook his head, put the scroll that he could not deliver on the table, and whispered: "Brother Yi Hai, have you noticed the person opposite her?

"how?"

Wang Houting said: "From them sitting down to leaving, have you ever seen him eat a bite of food and drink a sip of wine? I am so close to him that I didn't hear his heartbeat or notice his breathing."

"You mean..."

Wang Houting nodded, took out a blood-stained scroll from his bag, and slowly unfolded it. On the picture, there was a skeleton depicting a human skin, and the skeleton stepped on a woman's bloody body under his feet.

Looking at the painting, Wang Houting's eyes suddenly turned red, and a fierce murderous intent burst out from his eyes.

Baiyu Palace fully demonstrated her expertise in the field of female red. After returning, she began to help Qin Lang cut and make clothes.

Qin Lang sat in front of the window and looked outside, but was thinking about Wang Houting's painting. Just now, he could see clearly the scene of Wang Houting's finishing touch, butterflies flying out of the picture. Is it a scam or a magic?

Bai Yugong bit off the cotton thread and said to Qin Lang: "Hey, try this outfit."

"So fast?"

Qin Lang walked over and tried the clothes sewn by Baiyu Palace, which fit very well. Although Baiyu Palace could not be called a soul, his hands were indeed very coincidental.

Qin Lang said: "I still don't understand why the butterfly in that man's painting survived?"

Bai Yugong said: "That's because you are ignorant. He is just a painting cultivation lineage."

"Drawing repair?"

Bai Yugong nodded and said, "The way of practice is ever-changing, and both Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and demons can become gods. That Wang Houting is a monk who uses paintings to enter the Tao."

Qin Lang was quite interested in what she said about painting and learning, so he asked Bai Yu Palace to explain it in detail.

According to Bai Yu Palace, drawing into the Tao can also be divided into seven levels of realms, and each level of realm is also divided into three small realms. If you are crowned with armor, you can advance to the next level by breaking through the three levels.

The first-grade painting skin realm is a painter. Of course, this painting skin does not refer to drawing human skin, but generally refers to the state of limitation to the surface. The second-grade painting bone realm reaches this level is a painter. The painter's works can depict the inner world. The third-grade painting finishing state is a painter. The finishing state is a painter. The creatures in the pen can leave the picture and come to the real world. The fourth-grade painting master's divine realm is a great painter. The pen can call ghosts and gods. The fifth-grade mountain and river realm has entered the realm of a master. The painting in the pen can dye green mountains and open rivers. The sixth-grade painting small thousand realm is a great master. The great master can draw the small thousand world with one brush. The seventh-grade painting holy star realm is a god for the Quxing.

Qin Lang remembered that martial arts practice also had realms, which were divided into seven levels, and the highest realm was also the realm of Star Picking. It seems that the methods of practice were different, and the final results were the same. As the saying goes, the different paths were the same.

According to this level, Wang Houting should be a painter who has reached the third grade finishing touch. After his finishing touch, the little creatures in his writing can come alive. No wonder this guy feels good about himself and does have some skills.

Bai Yugong said: "There are people outside of the world. A mere third-grade painter also shows off his face. According to me, his painting skills are not as good as you." Qin Lang drew a photo of her on the boat. Bai Yugong admired it again: "My eyes seem not that big, and my forehead is not that big. You are vilifying me!"

Qin Lang glanced at her and probably Bai Yu Palace didn't know what comics mean, and even more, exaggeration meant.

Women are uneducated and are not afraid of traveling all over the world.

After resting for a day, the body had completely recovered from its health, and the youthful vitality value was overflowing. They did not encounter any trouble. The next morning, they left Guiyundu. Baiyu Palace followed Qin Lang's advice and decided not to take a boat and instead headed to Tuolong Mountain by land.

The two bought a carriage and recently made several money in a row. They were very wealthy. Bai Yugong is a spoiled person and a person who wants to enjoy it. He doesn't like wind and sun exposure and needs to maintain her white, tender and tight skin.

Moreover, they bought a lot of supplies in Guiyundu, and it is more convenient to have a carriage. She can lie on the carriage while reading books while eating fruits. It can be said that this journey was the most free and comfortable during this period.

Although both slow horses are not good horses, they can win because of their good physical strength and endurance. The strong horses are ten driving, and their achievements are due to their unwillingness to give up.

After a brief adaptation, Qin Lang quickly mastered the method of driving the carriage. According to the marks on the map, he was still 800 miles away from Tuolong Mountain. At their current speed, they could arrive in up to seven days.

After rushing for a day, I came to Baili Snow Field in the evening, called the Snow Field, but there was no snow. It was actually a large reed forest, densely packed, stretching out to the distant sky. The white reed flowers were like waves on the sea, rolling in the sunset with the dusk wind, like restless golden silk.

One after another, connecting to the end of the sky. Where the eyes are exhausted, the night has quietly outlined a black line between the sky and the ground, and unfolded a vast and beautiful picture in front of their eyes.

The twilight is getting thicker and thicker, and the vast snowfield of hundreds of miles is gradually melting into the increasingly thicker black. The strong wind blows through the reeds, like an invisible boat that quickly passes through the ocean of reeds, dragging out a rolling silver wave.

The carriage entered the Baili Snow Field when the sun sets in the west. They watched themselves gradually enter the darkness.

Baiyu Palace came to the front from the carriage and sat side by side with Qin Lang. As the sky closed the last ray of light, the wind blew the surrounding reed leaves and made a loud noise. The spectacular beauty just now suddenly turned into gloomy and weird.

Bai Yugong solicited his opinion and said, "Stay going or stop and rest?"

"I'm not tired!"

Qin Lang is now a tireless machine.

"You are not tired!"

"All right!"

"What's the meaning?"

Qin Lang felt that since the Baiyu Palace recovered from health, his understanding had returned to his pre-illness level, his body temperature dropped, and the activity of brain cells decreased. Some women were more like normal people when they were sick.

Anyway, there were no people, so the carriage stopped on the road. Baiyu Palace had a sudden idea and suggested raising a fire. The autumn night was a little cold. Creating a fire not only keeps warm, but also bake sweet potatoes and fruits.

Qin Lang threw her a quilt, and fearing the cold, he added another quilt to create a fire in the reed forest. Fortunately, she could think of it. If this reed forest was accidentally ignited, it would turn into a sea of ​​fire, and the two of them would turn into two roasted pigs.

"It's so stupid! You cut off all the puffs around with a knife. Let's just make a fire in the center of the road. As long as you pay attention, how can you ignite the puffs reed forest?" Bai Yugong actually disliked Qin Lang's IQ. Not only was he timid, but he didn't know how to adapt.

Just as Qin Lang was about to refute, there were horse hooves behind him. A knight came from behind on a maroon horse. The road was narrow. Qin Lang was worried that it would block his way, so he got out of the carriage and led the carriage to the side of the road.

The knight suddenly strangled the reins when he passed by them. The red horse made a rough chirping, raised its front hooves high, and dragged two deep mud marks on the road.

The knight uncovered the blue cloth on his face to cover the dust and smiled at the two of them, "So coincidentally, why are you here too?" However, this person was the painter Wang Houting whom he met in Guiyundu.

Bai Yugong said angrily: "You are so boring. Have you been following us all the time?"

Wang Houting smiled bitterly and said, "Don't get me wrong, this girl, I am a local, and there is Wangjia Village ahead, where my parents and brothers live."

Bai Yugong was too lazy to talk nonsense to him: "I have already given way to you, hurry up and leave!"

Wang Houting hugged them, clasped his fists, left, walked a few steps, then tied the reins and turned his head and said, "It's going to be strong. There are often monsters on this hundred-mile snowfield at night. It's unsafe for you to stay here for the night. If you don't dislike it, you can go to Wangjia Village with me. Although the humble house is simple, you can also hide from the wind and frost."

Bai Yugong said, "I appreciate it, goodbye!"
Chapter completed!