Walking in front and leaving the back to others, Yan Liwu has always thought that this kind of behavior is chic and heroic, especially when the person behind him is warm and emotional, there will be a feeling of joy and dripping. Not all stations are the first romance starters, search for you to know. However, this feeling didn't last long, and after Wen Moqing quickly came back to her senses, she was surpassed again in three or two steps.

"If you don't rely on me, who else can you rely on?" When he rubbed his shoulders and crossed over, Wen Moqing left a sentence that I didn't know whether to count it as a belittling or a joke.

The small Qingliang Temple is on the edge of Anzhou City, it used to be an endless stream of incense resorts for good men and women, and later someone donated to build a new big Qingliang Temple on the north side of the city, and it gradually fell into disuse, becoming a place for many wanderers and beggars to shelter from the wind and rain. Wen Moqing came to this day with a sense of sorrow, and the beggars here all went there, so the broken temple was empty.

Yan Liwu walked into the temple and subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

The ground covered with withered yellow grass leaves and rubble can no longer be seen in its original color, the falling walls cannot stop the wind and snow, and when the wind blows, it brings a thin layer of snow 'flowers', making the empty temple without Buddha statues look desolate, and some leftovers piled up in the corners emit a rancid smell and a 'tide' of damp mildew, which is disgusting.

"Ninth and seventh, there is a heavenly opportunity inside." Wen Moqing thought about the words left by the dead beggar, looked around the temple, and finally stopped at the base of the rows of Buddha statues, raised his hand and pointed to a certain ground, "It should be there." ”

Yan Liwu looked at it, and the place that Wen Moqing pointed to was in the right corner of the temple, which happened to be the position where the extension lines of the two Buddha statues were 'intertwined'. After pondering and thinking about it carefully, Yan Liwu also saw the 'door' and said: "Although this dilapidated temple is small, there are many Buddha statues that have been spared, except for those on the left wall that are crushed, the other two sides are eight and eleven respectively. It is difficult for a beggar to have such a mind and know how to mark the location with code words, if he has the opportunity, he should be able to achieve a career. ”

"Human life is like this, if you can't strive to change, who can you trust it to?" Wen Moqing didn't seem to agree with the emotion of leaving the worries, but he didn't say much, walked to the 'intersection' of the extension line of the ninth and seventh Buddha statues, and stomped on his feet, and the ground made a hollow 'hole' sound.

Yan Li was worried, and took the initiative to take out the Huang Chengjian and handed it to Wen Moqing.

“…… Do you really use it as a pry brick to cut stone? Wen Moqing raised her eyebrows slightly, and a trace of distress flashed in her eyes, "Do you know how precious this sword is?" Bi Xiao has always regarded it as a treasure, and she can't wait to wipe it every day, if she knows that you treat her beloved things like this, she will probably regret giving you this sword. ”

Yan Liwu looked down at Huang Chengjian and pouted: "Isn't the sword just for people?" It makes no sense to wipe and worship as a baby every day. But I was very surprised, I remember that Jin Yu said that you never use a good sword, I thought you wouldn't care about this. ”

"Liking and using are two different things, the more you like it, the more you don't want it to get dirty."

Getting dirty? Does it mean killing people with a sword? The blood-stained sword is indeed not very beautiful, and what is worse is to take people's 'lives', once they bear the sin, it is not only the sword that is dirty, but also the hearts of people, right?

"You...... Killed a lot of people? How many? Are all bad guys? Yan asked tentatively, racking his brains for words, hoping that he would not recklessly touch the scales of Wen Moqing.

"I can't count, but more than you can think of."

Wen Moqing rarely 'revealed' a deep expression, looking a little sad, but that gloomy atmosphere was fleeting, and it was impossible to interpret it without worry.

Squatting down to brush off the dust on the ground, Wen Moqing used the Huang Cheng Sword to draw a circle along the edge of the brick, and then slapped a corner with his hand, the stone brick arched high, and a piece of paper hidden under it appeared in front of the two. Glancing at each other, Wen Moqing raised the brick with both hands, and quickly took out the piece of paper, and immediately left the Xiaoqingliang Temple after making sure that there was nothing else in it, and returned directly to the Yuejun Inn.

"It's a calligraphy painting, it looks like it was torn from a scroll, and it was torn in a hurry, and the edges were broken in several places." Wen Moqing carefully examined it before gently unfolding the folded calligraphy and painting, and the incomplete picture was finally clear when he saw it on the back, but he taught Wen Moqing and Yan to be stunned.

There are two 'women' painted on the paper, with beautiful faces and graceful postures, and their faces are exactly the same as those in the mirror, and the eyebrows, warmth and sorrow are not strangers.

"This—this is ...... I? The words were so shocked that I couldn't say more.

Wen Mo sighed deeply, and his fingertips swept over the beautiful cheeks of the 'girl' on the painting: "It should be said that it is the Qinglian King, and the 'girl' who has the same appearance as her." Didn't I say before, the dead beggar once said that he had seen someone who seemed to be the sisters of the Qinglian King, and the two looked like they were indistinguishable, and I think this picture was painted by the person who had seen them at that time. Fingers slid under the calligraphy and painting, and Wen Moqing nodded on a row of upright small characters: "You see, here is the time of painting and the name of the artist, if you guess correctly, this calligraphy and painting should be stolen by the beggar." ”

"In other words, it was not only the beggar who witnessed King Qinglian and his sisters that day, but at least one painter?" Yan Li pursed his lips and stared at the calligraphy and painting for a long time, and suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Moqing deeply, "The next task is to find this painter, right?" ”

Wen Moqing looked out the window and shook her head lightly: "Find someone to go again in the afternoon, it's not a moment or a half, you have another task to do now." ”

"What other tasks? The first priority is to find an artist, right? Yan Liwu was a little anxious, his voice couldn't help but raise half a minute, and he immediately suppressed it after realizing that he was not calm, and exhaled deeply.

"Have you forgotten what I said when I left in the morning?" snapped his fingers in Yan Liwu's ear, and Wen Moqing pretended to be serious, "What you want to do now is to have a good lunch, I don't want you to complain to a certain prince about how stingy and harsh I am after returning to the imperial capital." ”

Yan Li's face was slightly red, and he took a sip lightly: "Who rarely runs to sue?" If you don't mess with me, I naturally won't say anything bad about you, anyway, you are an iron rooster who doesn't pull out the hair, which everyone knows. ”

Wen Moqing chuckled, and didn't quarrel with her, only called Xiao Er to say a word about serving, and then saw that Xiao Er was busy, and in a blink of an eye, the "chicken", "duck, fish, meat, and various "color" delicacies were placed on the table, all of which were expensive authentic Anzhou special "color" dishes.

"According to the instructions, they are all meals called from the best restaurant in the city, and the two sons use them slowly, and then call the small ones if they have something." The shopkeeper accepted a few copper plates and left happily, and when he left, he glanced at Yan Liwu with an understanding and shook his head with a sigh.

Anju is prosperous, developed and open, and it is not new for dignitaries to raise prostitutes. Yan Liwu could roughly guess what the shopkeeper was thinking, rolled his eyes and couldn't cry or laugh, and then looked down at his thin and thin body, which really had a little bit of male pet taste.

I don't know if it's because of the mood or because of the full stomach, after a feast and a big meal, the words are relieved, and the eyes are more shining: "After eating, now do you want to find the painter?" ”

"Well, since it's a person with a name and a surname, it shouldn't be difficult to find." Wen Moqing didn't eat much, and he had been immersed in studying the calligraphy and painting during the banquet, and when he was full of words, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, folded the calligraphy and painting carefully, and lazily stretched out his arms and legs, "I had a day off yesterday, and I should work hard today." ”

Looking at his unruly aura, Yan Liwu suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had met a new Wen Moqing, not the cold and bloodthirsty him in the Qinglian Palace, nor the suspicious and calculating gaze of him, nor the sword eyebrows tightly scolding her for being 'selfish' and immature...... How to say it, it seems that the more contact with Wen Moqing, the easier it is to find that he has more 'sexual' personality that is different from his appearance, just like now, Yan Liwu can comfortably 'talk' with him, instead of being separated from people's hearts, and they have to guard against him, but they have to rely on him.

It was much easier to find the painter than a beggar, and according to the name "Hao Hongze" left on the calligraphy and painting, Wen Moqing soon found out where the painter lived now, and in less than half an hour, he was transferred from the Yuejun Inn to the painter's house.

"I haven't painted for many years, why are there still people looking for it? I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed......" When the little guy introduced Wen Moqing and Yan Liwu into the room, the old painter was muttering and complaining with his back to the 'door', and his tone was quite impatient.

Yan Liwu felt that Wen Moqing was cold and difficult to communicate with people when he 'communicated' with people, and said before he came that she would ask questions about calligraphy and painting, so this time Wen Moqing did not speak first, but walked into the painter with a smile on his face: "It's Master Hao, right?" I-"

"Master? What masters? Who told you to call the Master? Do you know the rules of politeness? Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old man. The painter turned his head angrily, but in an instant, his face turned into horror, and he desperately retreated with a pale face: "You, are you a human or a ghost?!" ”

"Of course I'm human, will the ghost stand here and talk to you calmly?" Inexplicably, he was asked if he was a human or a ghost, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laughing, and seeing that the painter was really scared, he had to take a few steps back and return to Wen Moqing's side, trying to make an intimate expression.

"Master Hao still remembers her?" Wen Moqing didn't pursue Yan Li's disadvantage to leave the teacher, and sighed slightly, and then stepped forward to support the painter, "We came here to ask you about a painting, the 'girl' on the painting is similar to my friend's face, maybe Master Hao mistook it to be scared, right?" ”

The painter was suspicious, he didn't dare to look directly at Yan Liwu, so he could only sneak a glance at it, and swallowed his saliva: "She, isn't she the King of Qinglian?" ”

"King Qinglian has been deposed from the throne by the current saint and assigned to the army, why is he here?" Wen Moqing's face was not red, her heart was not beating, she lied, she was unexpectedly very approachable, and took out the calligraphy and painting to unfold, "Master Hao, please see, this is a painting that I happened to get, and it is because I am curious why the 'girl' in the painting is so similar to my friend to come to you, but I didn't expect Master Hao to misunderstand." I wonder if Master Hao still remembers the identity of the 'girl' in the painting? ”

"How can you not remember? What she gave me, I will never forget in my life! ”

Seeing that Yan Liwu did not have the momentum of the 'woman' in his memory, the painter gradually calmed down, sighed, and raised half a pair of arms with a painful face—it was indeed half a pair of arms, and the place where the elbow end should have been connected to the forearm was now hanging empty, and only the wind blew the sleeves and moved.

A painter has no hands.