Yan Ruyu turned around and looked back, but saw a light on the bookstore. She blinked her eyes and guessed that Qin Lang had not left yet. Is this strange guy really not afraid of death?

Yan Ruyu wanted to ignore it, but curiosity still drove her over, or wanted to see what Qin Lang was doing?

Qin Lang did not leave and was painting under the lamp. Although he could not find the portrait of Yan Ruyu, there were many blank papers here, so Qin Lang decided to make another effort.

In life, there are things to do and not do anything. Yan Ruyu helped him, so he could not leave like this. Only by experiencing despair personally can he understand the pain of helplessness.

Although he is not a painting practitioner, his painting skills are very high, especially in this world. In terms of realistic painting, Qin Lang has never seen anyone stronger than himself so far. His painting methods are different and his techniques are different.

Yan Ruyu's feet were silent, like a red cloud floating behind him. When she looked up, she saw a charming woman in red with her eyebrows and outlined in the picture. Her eyebrows were exactly the same as hers. Yan Ruyu suddenly understood Qin Lang's intention to do this, and there was little warmth in her heart. She sighed and said, "Don't bother, it's meaningless to do this."

Qin Lang raised his head and looked at her, captured a trace of tenderness that was rare in Yan Ruyu's cold eyes, quickly made up a few strokes, and said calmly: "I want to try again."

"They will chase after you soon, go!"

There are monsters and ghosts, and Yan Ruyu knows that the place she passes will leave a cold breath, and it can only be avoided unless she hides in the scroll.

Yan Ruyu believes that after a hundred years of hard work, she has long been calm and will no longer have sympathy for anyone. But today she realized that she still doesn't want a good person to fall into trouble. This is true for the He couple, and Qin Lang. The kindness in her heart is the biggest obstacle to her success in cultivation.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Qin Lang said impatiently that Yan Ruyu was shocked by his unquestionable strong attitude and looked at him in surprise. In her memory during her lifetime, no one dared to speak like this in front of her.

Qin Lang said: "If you want to help, stand in front for me to copy, and this painting will be completed faster."

Before Qin Lang said this, Yan Ruyu had already described this guy with boldness, rudeness, and arrogantness. He should have taken turns to describe this guy. If she was alive, who would dare to be rude to her, she would face a severe punishment, but Yan Ruyu did not have an attack after all. After all, she knew that Qin Lang was doing her best to save herself.

At such a critical moment of life and death, he did not choose to leave. It was definitely not something that could be achieved by relying solely on courage. Although this person's ability is not outstanding, his mentality is really strong enough to make people feel outrageous. He collapsed in front of him and his face was not changed. This is the kind of person.

He wanted to save me? He actually regarded me as a weak person? Yan Ruyu thought Qin Lang was doing useless work.

However, he stood honestly in front of the painting table. Qin Lang drew a few strokes and raised his eyes to look at it. It was already at the end of the pen stage.

When Yan Ruyu saw herself in the painting, she couldn't help but be amazed, as if her real person had walked into the painting, her level was no less than the ancient painting she had hidden in before. Looking closely, the style was obviously different.

No matter how good the painting is, it is impossible to succeed. Although Yan Ruyu was a little moved, she could still clearly realize that time was really not too much for her. The resentment that had been accumulated for a hundred years would eventually pass by the wind. Looking at the painting, it seemed as if she had returned to her life, and the past was unbearable to look back on.

"Let's go!"

Qin Lang bit through the middle finger of his left hand, signed his name on the screen, and silently recited in his heart that since he could use a bone pen to open the door to this world, can't he use this painting to retain Yan Ruyu's soul?

The blue light flashed on the picture, and the person in the picture seemed to be more moving, but Yan Ruyu's beautiful figure was fading, and her voice became weaker and weaker.

"Go away quickly, thank you..."

Qin Lang pursed his lips and looked at the empty bookstore. He finally couldn't keep Yan Ruyu's soul. He could only keep this painting. He felt extremely disappointed. Looking at Yan Ruyu's portrait, he whispered: "I'm sorry!"

He has tried his best, but he still cannot reach the state of transcendence in his pen.

Qin Lang, who was filled with loss in his heart, rolled up the portrait and prepared to leave.

There was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from outside, and more than a hundred iron-armored warriors rushed to Wumo Bookstore. Each warrior had a serious expression. The county magistrate Ren Jiaguang had just been murdered, and his body was broken and he was in a human form. The county magistrate Ren Xiaocheng was in pain when he learned about this. He had ordered the whole city to be martial law and mobilized all forces in the city. Even if Jiang Yuan Mansion was turned upside down, he must find the murderer to avenge his precious son.

puff!

Qin Lang blew out the candlelight. He didn't know how to pinch the dough, but he could use the existing tools in his hand and dip the brush in thick ink to draw a big face for himself, trying to avoid the exposure of his true face.

When I came to the courtyard, I looked at Ruyujing, silently recited the curse of passing through the wall in my heart, and lowered my head to rush towards the west wall.

Bang!

The head hurts so much that Qin Lang is dizzy. His already swollen forehead is turned away by the hard courtyard wall. Qin Lang takes a long breath of air conditioning. Seeing that there is a black mark on the wall, I don’t know if it is ink or the blood on his forehead.

Qin Lang found that the chance of success of the wall-walking technique tonight was too low, which may be related to Gu Xiefei's lack of skill in this technique, so he did not dare to continue trying and climbed up the courtyard wall.

As soon as his body appeared on the courtyard wall, he heard a soothing sound. The iron-armored warrior who arrived first had aimed at the target on the wall and began to shoot arrows.

Qin Lang ran along the courtyard wall, and used his speed to shake the arrows and ran to the roof of the bookstore. Looking up, he saw dozens of warriors riding horses on the four roads leading to the bookstore. The torches in their hands dragged into lines of fire as they advanced at high speed.

Looking up, the lonely moon hangs high, Qin Lang quickly judged the weakest gap in the encirclement in a short time.

Quickly draw talismans on your chest with the middle finger of your left hand.

Control the armor and chase the wind, and the universe opens the way!

The whole person turned into a blue light and jumped along the ridge. The warriors who came to encircle discovered the movements above the ridge, shouted loudly, passed messages to each other, and arranged control and encircled them in advance.

The more urgent the situation is, the calmer Qin Lang's mind is. Although the armor-piercing wind was successful, he was obviously tired. According to Gu Xiefei, it is best not to use armor-piercing wind more than twice in a day. It is the second time now. Although armor-piercing wind can instantly increase the speed, it cannot be maintained for a long time and can only play the role of throwing away the enemy in a short time.

Jiang Yuan Mansion has now set up a net of heaven and earth. No matter how fast he is, his chances of escaping are slim.

Qin Lang made a bold decision, leading the iron-armored warriors to chase after him for a distance, and went around in a circle and returned to Wumo Bookstore. The more dangerous the place, the safer the place. If the enemy made a misjudgment and believed that he had escaped from Wumo Bookstore, then this place would not become a place they were most suspicious, and it would be a safe hiding place for the time being.

Ren Xiaocheng, the county magistrate of Jiangyuan Prefecture, looked at the broken flesh and blood on the ground and burst into tears. Next to the pile of flesh and blood, were the bodies of two maids.

"Son..." Ren Xiaocheng was hoarse, his heart was broken. Who could have experienced the pain of sending black-haired people without personal experience?

The door was gently knocked and after receiving the approval, Qiu Yucheng, wearing a black long gown, walked heavily into the bloody new house.

Seeing the bodies of two maids in the pool of blood, a trace of reluctance flashed in Qiu Yucheng's eyes.

"I will kill your people for you!" Ren Xiaocheng's eyes were dissipated, his hands were covered in blood. I don't know if it belonged to his precious son or these two maids.

"Sir, I want to take a look!"

Ren Xiaocheng didn't say anything, and another drop of blood fell from the fingertips of his left hand. Qiu Yucheng therefore judged that the fresh blood came from the maid.

Looking around the interior decorations below, he came to the bed, unveiled the tent, and saw the pile of ashes on the bed. Qiu Yucheng picked up the ashes and smelled them in front of his nose. His eyes were green and his golden light flashed on the bed. Qiu Yucheng frowned and stood up and returned to Ren Xiaocheng's side: "It's a ghost!"

Ren Xiaocheng's eyes were red: "No matter whether she is a human or a ghost, even if I chase her to the eighteenth level of hell, I will find her, human! I will tear her to pieces, ghost! I want her to be dispersed and fall into the endless world, and will never be reborn!"

Qiu Yucheng nodded, bowed his fists and slowly walked out of the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Ren Xiaocheng's heart-wrenching wailing sound was heard again.

Qiu Yucheng floated up in the air and came to the roof of Ranxiang Tower. Ling Feng stood up and took out a white jade sword from his waist. It was about an inch long and the cold light flashed. The fingertips of the left finger stained with ashes gently touched the sword body and said softly: "Go!" He threw the white jade sword into the air.

I borrow your eyes and the sword of wisdom will overcome all difficulties.

The body of the white jade sword shook violently, growing rapidly in the night wind, and in an instant it became a big sword that was one meter long and three feet wide.

Qiu Yucheng raised his right foot and stepped on the night sky. It was obviously empty and seemed to have steps in front of him. He stood on the invisible steps, with his hands behind him. Qiu Yucheng's long sleeves were flying in the night sky. After a brief stay, the white jade sword shot into the night sky like lightning, and under the illumination of the bright moon, it was like a comet across the low altitude.

Qin Lang also saw the white light in the night sky. After successfully luring more than a hundred iron-armored warriors away, Qin Lang relied on the astonishing speed of armor-controlling armor and chasing the wind and returned to the spot and hid in the bookstore again.

The gate of Wumo Bookstore is open and it is in a mess. The warriors have searched the place, but they have found nothing. Fortunately, they did not set fire to the house, otherwise Qin Lang would have nowhere to hide.

Qin Lang hid behind the bookshelf and looked at the night sky above through the lattice window.
Chapter completed!