After Dongfang Ce and his entourage left the riverside fishing village.

On the second day, some of the missing people's sect comrades went to rescue them.

The entire operation lasted three days.

In that remote fishing village, a total of four or five hundred people were picked up.

No one was injured.

There was no blood in the village.

But those who go into it to find secret treasures, or go to save people, have become wasted.

This is worse than previous incidents.

Many of these hundreds of people are delirious.

There are also some fragile ones, who are scared crazy by the ghosts in the village.

This kind of strange story is the most attention-grabbing.

Within a few days, all kinds of news spread.

Xiaoxiang two lakes, this will be regarded as an explosion.

Shen Qiu, the demon of the Left Dao, is already a sure thing that he will hook the soul and evil arts.

This made Shen Qiu in everyone's hearts, in addition to the fierce and vicious image, have another mysterious temperament.

The name of the living demon can be regarded as being confirmed.

But the person concerned doesn't care much.

In the turmoil, he left the two lakes of Xiaoxiang leisurely.

Of course, on the bright side, He Lichuan still has to come out and go through the motions.

The master senior who had been chasing Shen Qiu, and Shenlong had seen the head and tail, went to the injured to offer condolences.

But no one blames this dedicated senior.

The people had obviously issued a warning to their fellow Jianghu people during the Xiaoxiang Sword Gate ceremony.

said that Shen Qiu was hiding at the junction of Xiaoxiang and Jiangxi.

As it turned out, the warning of the big seniors was right.

Moreover, not all those who walk by waterway are in trouble.

Those who are not interested in the so-called secret treasures, or who take warnings seriously.

It was a smooth return by water or land.

The reason why these injured people have this fate.

Or because they can't stand the temptation.

Just find your own trouble.

As the saying goes, it's hard to convince a damn ghost with good words.

However, Shen Qiu's person is like an eye-catching fire.

When his dazzling firelight attracted everyone's attention.

In the shadows of the firelight, there was still something else going on.

What Shen Qiu did was too eye-catching.

So much so that many people ignore an important issue.

Among Shen Qiu's extremely evil gangs, he was not alone.

Near Patong.

On the mountain road to Miaojiang, there are wooden houses left by hunters in the mountains to settle down.

One of them, Xiangyang, already has a temporary occupant.

Zhang Lan was sitting on a platform at the edge of the wooden house.

There was a moving table in front of him.

In the dappled sunlight of the forest.

This white-clothed boy is holding a Danqing paintbrush.

What is scribbled.

At his feet, a little white cat with a beautiful bow rubbed against his trouser legs.

Make a soft and waxy sound.

A lazy snooze cat will feel hungry as soon as it sleeps.

is reminding himself of the shovel officer in this tactful way.

Don't TM play.

Hurry up and forage for the old lady.

But Zhang Lan will be busy.

"Be obedient, I'll find you some fish and shrimp in a while.

Or go down the hill to find some sausages, don't you like to eat sausages?

It's really different from other cats, they can't eat spicy food. ”

He could only appease his master.

Then he turned his attention to the work at hand.

In front of him, on the dilapidated table, the black fan was spread out in the night.

It's like an ordinary fan.

It's just that there is some smoke drifting up there, in the sun.

Like flying dust in the light.

Zhang Lan held the Danqing paintbrush and dipped it on the inkstone at hand.

Let the nib absorb the weird red ink.

Then roll up your sleeves, lift your hand, and point the brush on the black fan.

With a steady turn of the wrist.

A red mark was smeared on the surface of the fan.

It's like red blood.

On the bright map of the end of the night on the fan, the two red ghosts like evil ghosts are outlined.

Not a little more, not a little less.

It's like the finishing touch.

This stroke makes the image of the evil ghost more vivid.

"How's it going?"

Zhang Lan put down the red pen and picked up another paintbrush dipped in cyan paint.

He looked at the picture on the fan and smiled with satisfaction.

It seems to be talking to himself.

The black fan in front of me was very calm.

Nothing to say.

This means that it is quite satisfied with the outline of this pen.

The night is over.

The poisonous soldiers in the twelve sharp weapons in the world are also psychic things.

Giving birth to tens of millions of strange poisons is the treasure of the town faction of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

Only poison art is unique in the world to be eligible to use it.

It's just that after the death of the old man of Ten Thousand Poisons, the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate was divided among many parties.

The people of the sect either threw themselves into the Miao Jiang Witch Gu Dao.

or was co-opted by the national teacher Zhang Chu.

A handful of the remaining.

In order to make a living, he also had to vote for the Five Elements Gate.

The Snowy Sect, which still adheres to the name of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, is only two or three kittens.

Under the oppression of the local religion in the snowy region, it is difficult to defend his own sect.

Not to mention sending people to retrieve the sect's treasure.

It's just that this poison fan.

It can be regarded as the one with more personality among the twelve.

It is willing to be taken by the Poison Master.

In the hands of the poisonous old man, he is also very docile.

But it doesn't mean that the only way to get this treasure fan is to learn poison.

The fan is beautiful and has drawings on both sides.

On one side is a landscape painting of flowers, birds, fish and insects, famous mountains and rivers.

The painting is finished, a clear masterpiece.

In Zhang Lan's view, there is also a feeling of being ashamed.

It must be a masterpiece left by a certain owner of the treasure fan in the thousands of years of this treasure fan.

But on the other side of the fan, the night end of the sky map, or the hundred ghosts night walking map.

But it's not finished yet.

It's a semi-finished product, and the drawing base is very good.

It's like waiting for the latecomers to complete this fierce and chic picture.

In martial arts, there has always been a saying that "watching a device is like watching a person".

There are also some sword masters who will compare the treasure soldier to a living being.

In this way.

The night glass fan in front of Zhang Lan is a femme fatale who loves beauty.

Its fan body, fan surface, fan bone.

Including glass beads and dzi beads for fan pendants.

are all perfect masterpieces.

composes the well-proportioned and perfect body and face of this femme fatale.

He has jet-black hair.

The phoenix eyes have light eyebrows, a melon seed face, and a cherry mouth.

Ice skin and jade bones, slender waist, body like a willow.

Even the nails are painted with delicate red makeup.

It must be a lover of beauty.

And the landscape on the fan is her dignified and elegant black dress.

It is a picturesque reflection of beauty.

It's a pity that the robe behind it is a mess.

can't set off the temperament of this beauty at all.

The unfinished picture of the end of the night.

It's the only flaw on this fan.

It's easy to talk to.

As long as there is a Danqing master, this picture can be completed.

It is willing to commit itself to its master.

But after all, it's about writing on your perfect body.

If it's not well drawn.

Then don't blame the femme fatale for killing people.

"Ten Thousand Poisons Old Man has held you for nearly twenty years.

It is impossible for him not to be unaware of this regret and yet to allow such a lack to exist.

Come to think of it, he is not a good person. ”

Zhang Lan held a paintbrush and gently sketched the unfinished picture.

While saying:

"If you hadn't met Young Master Ben, you would have been dressed in 'clothes'.

I don't know how long it will be missing. ”

The playboy is good at danqing painting.

When he was in Suzhou.

I often paint some immodest paintings of those beautiful women that I have kept for myself.

also tried to bathe Shen Lanhua with a picture of a beauty.

provoked Shen Lan to threaten to break his claws several times.

However, Zhang Lan's painting skills are recognized as good.

Even the well-informed young man thinks that Zhang Lan's Danqing skills are worthy of everyone's ranks.

Of course, there are better people in this world than him to paint.

There are also.

However, the treasure fan is a blade, so it is natural for the warrior to complete this picture.

And the people in the rivers and lakes are fighting and killing, and it's okay to pick up a knife and cut people one by one.

Let them hold a paintbrush and shape the good things in the world in every inch.

That would kill them.

"Sometimes, Young Master Ben will feel that your spiritual creature fell into my hands because of fate."

Zhang Lan rolled up her sleeves while painting in the mountains and forests.

While saying:

"The martial arts are higher than this young master, and he is not good at Danqing.

He is better at painting than this young master, and he is not skilled in martial arts.

Compared to the two, Young Master Ben is like the master of the treasure fan of your destiny.

Let's meet.

That is, Wang Ba looked at the mung bean and looked at it.

You see that Young Master Ben has been preparing for several months, and the draft has been completed.

Now I can start writing, but it takes only seven or eight days.

That's it.

Only the final coloring tweaks remain.

But this step is the hardest. ”

Zhang Lan sighed, and he said:

"You're demanding.

To put the finishing touch to these ghosts who walk at night, it is also necessary to take the hard work of the master as a guide.

It was like the Heavenly Sword Jade in Shen Qiu's hand.

Soul-wrenching, very evil.

So, from the perspective of Young Master Ben.

When this picture is finished, you, a femme fatale, will put on a demonic robe.

There is a demon in the ointment, just like the rose in the painting.

Pretty is beautiful, but charming is also charming.

but there are also thorns piercing hands.

Under the glamorous, there is a hidden murderous intention.

You just love the tune.

Right?

Hehe, we're really like-minded. ”

At the end of the night, Liuli was still silent.

It did not intend to answer Zhang Lan's inquiries.

But when you think about it, he must be right.

The fan is a weapon, and it is a strange door in the rivers and lakes.

Except for those who practice special martial arts, or who are very confident in their skills, few people use it.

This kind of blade stands out for being a chic and handsome.

But it also seems feminine to the bone.

Shen Qiu once said.

He doesn't need such a damn weapon.

But Zhang Lan doesn't care.

He is a very pompous man, and he is very prodigal.

As he himself said.

He just liked it.

"Hmm"

After more than a dozen breaths, Zhang Lan put down the paintbrush in his hand.

The strange red ink in the inkstone has also been used cleanly.

On the black fan in front of him, there are a hundred ghosts in the bright picture of the night.

More than a third have been spotted.

Just look at this picture, although it is not finished yet.

But that evil spirit has already arisen.

At night, the cold moon shines.

All kinds of ghosts, go crazy.

Skeletons and bones, enlightenment everywhere.

The eerie ghost cries and goes straight to the heart.

Especially those ghosts that have already been put the finishing touch.

is even more staring at the blood-red eyes, with the hideous physical appearance.

With a mouth full of sharp teeth, he spits out a strange tongue.

I want to break the painting and choose people to eat.

"Meow~"

The little white cat lying on Zhang Lan's shoulder also let out a sharp chirp.

It seems to be this evil plan that is being made up by Zhang Lan.

It also made it, a monster, feel a little uncomfortable.

"That's all for today."

Zhang Lan touched the cold fan regretfully, and said:

"I have to go down the mountain, and then go to find some masters who have deceived the world and stolen their fame and entered the devil's path.

Kill people to take blood, and use them as eyesights.

However, this young master was about to go to Miao Jiang and ask the ghost doctor to teach the Qing Capsule Sutra Poison Technique.

So.

No matter how anxious you are, you have to wait.

You've been waiting for hundreds of years anyway, and you've had a day or two. ”

"Huh"

The treasure fan was closed and held in Zhang Lan's hand.

But at this moment, the treasure fan shook slightly in his hand.

It seems to be urging.

It's like this femme fatale has seen Zhang Lan's craftsmanship.

He was convinced that he could complete his evil cloak.

Let the pursuit of perfection of oneself truly be perfect.

It's urging.

Don't waste time in Miaojiang!

Go and find a master to kill people and get blood.

It's been waiting for so many years that it doesn't want to wait any longer.

"But if you don't learn poison, Young Master Ben won't be able to use you."

Zhang Lan pouted and said:

"When I meet a real master, I can't beat it.

In this Padang area, in the past half a month, all the wicked people who can be killed have been killed.

Young Master Ben is powerless. ”

In the next moment, a puff of black smoke flowed out from the treasure fan.

It was like liquid flowing water, covering Zhang Lan's fingers.

The poisonous smoke was entangled, making Zhang Lan feel as if he was holding a cloud of mist.

It's weird.

"Huh?"

Zhang Lan's eyes widened and said:

"Can it be used?

Are you so anxious?

This doesn't suit your identity. ”

That's how to say it.

But Zhang Lan also had a sense of relief in her eyes.

Said he was in no hurry.

That's fake.

He clearly holds a sword, but he can't use it.

This made him fall into the bottom of Shen Qiu's small group.

Let's not talk about the mountain ghosts who broke through the shackles of swordsmanship.

According to Shen Qiu's statement, as long as the mountain ghost completes his cultivation, he will come out of the mountain again.

In a few years, you will be able to reach the realm of Heavenly Rank Swordsmanship.

Xiao Tie's goods are even more terrifying.

Tiangang armor is added, and under the severe pain, the technique of forging the body is a thousand miles a day.

In just a few months, the battle spirit of the dragon and tiger has become a cross-current.

He also learned the Juque swordsmanship.

When they meet next time, Zhang Lan is probably not his opponent.

Hua Qing and Liu Zhuoran, needless to say.

Not to mention.

A Qing, a new Yue girl in Taozhu Mountain.

That's a master of the Great Perfection Realm.

Although I can't wait for Taozhu Mountain.

But its force, in this piece of rivers and lakes, is already at the top.

Looking around, Zhang Lan Gongzi felt that he had become a burden to his brothers.

Become the master of the crane tail.

This caused a sudden increase in the pressure on his heart.

Although others will not alienate him because of this.

But he couldn't get past that level in his heart.

He also has his own pride.

After all, he is the son of Zhang Moxie.

"Good!"

Zhang Lan raised the fan and opened it on his chest with a smack.

Swinging the black fan like a son of a family, wisps of black gas add to his body.

He is like a demon in the background.

But there's also a touch of weird chic.

"Tonight, Young Master Ben went to retrieve the heads of those two barbarian masters.

Add a little more color to my spiritual creatures. ”

He laughed and leapt from the treetops.

The getaway method unfolds.

The black air dispersed, bringing out a series of ghostly illusions.

It's really like a ghost in the mountains, wanting to go down the mountain to commit murder.

"Meow~"

The little white cat squatted on Zhang Lan's shoulder, stood steadily, and barked.

Zhang Lan's footsteps stopped in vain, he rubbed his chin, and said:

"Okay, let's serve the other side of my house first."

"You Bai Ling'er, what an uncle.

Obviously, he has the strength to hunt tigers and leopards.

Every day, I still have to feed this young master to you.

Is this reasonable?

It doesn't make sense. ”

Spit and spit and spit out.

What should be done is still to be done, if you don't serve a good cat uncle, what if he has a treasure fan in his hand?

This kind of monster has a pair of steel stomachs.

Poisons do not invade.

Even the glass at night, there is no way to take it.

I can't afford to mess with it.