After catching the mage, King Loulan did not lift the veil of mystery on his face, and gave him some face, if he toasted and did not eat and drink, King Loulan would double his face and come back!

Although Master Wuzhu had never dealt with King Loulan, he had heard of the other party's character, and it would not do him any good to anger this bad-tempered tyrant. 35xs

After weighing the pros and cons, Wu Zhu 1510 said: "In addition to the prince that day, he brought two people to introduce to the poor monks, those two are the latest imperial history promoted by the king of Weitou, I heard that before they became officials, their families were in business for generations. ”

"What else did Songqi tell you?"

"He said that he encountered robbers on his way back to Loulan, but fortunately the two brothers passed by and rescued him from the tiger's claws, perhaps seeing that they were stunning, the prince kept them by his side."

It seems that he didn't guess wrong, the people who saved Songqi were the mysterious Yaku brothers!

The speculation was confirmed, and King Loulan became more and more sure that one of the two must be Da Xian.

As for which one, he'll find out quickly!

"Now that you've seen them, describe what they look like."

"What do they look like? This......... I'm afraid it's a bit of a hassle! Afraid that King Loulan would misunderstand, Wu Zhu hurriedly explained: "It's not that I don't say it, it's that I can't say it, they are wearing masks on their faces, and they can't see their faces at all!" ”

"Masks?" Jian frowned slightly, and King Loulan asked again, "What kind of masks are they wearing?" ”

"Hmm......... One wears silver, the other wears gold, most of his face is hidden under the mask, only a small part can be seen faintly, when I saw the two of them, I felt very familiar, like where I had seen it, especially the man wearing a silver mask, his demeanor and eyes, I always felt familiar! ”

Wu Zhu has a flaw, that is, face blindness, this problem is in addition to himself.

Maybe he has seen too many people over the years, and some of their faces have been forgotten in a blink of an eye.

Prince Songqi is a frequent person among many people, so he is more impressed, as for the other kings and princes who have cooperated, he only has a vague outline in his mind when he thinks about it now, and he can't remember exactly what it looks like.

Ever since he met the Yaku brothers, Master Wuzhu has been thinking about it, and has been searching in his mind to see if he has seen this person, but no matter how much he recalls, he can't remember.

King Loulan and them are not related, why are they investigating the two of them inexplicably? Could it be that there is some grudge between them?

Master Wuzhu guessed the relationship between the three, and King Loulan didn't continue to ask him, only to see the broad palm waved gently, and Aji immediately stepped forward to untie the rope on Wuzhu's body.

As soon as his body regained his freedom, a piece of paper and pen were displayed in front of his eyes. 35xs

"Can draw?"

"I know a little bit about it."

"Draw what they look like, with a single stroke."

asked Wu Zhu to draw their faces, in order to further determine which of the two was Da Xian who escaped, and when he exposed Da Xian's disguised identity, it would be much easier to arrest people.

This idea is a good method, worthy of the king of Loulan, and his thinking is really one step faster than ordinary people!

Wu Zhu gave him an appreciative look, took the pen handed by Aji, and drew it decently.

Speaking of tracing, he hadn't lifted a pen for several years, especially remembering the first time he painted, twenty years ago.

At that time, he was young and prosperous, leaving his hometown alone to go to various countries, relying only on a pair of feet, walking thousands of kilometers of yellow sand paths, with his instinctive intuition, stepping into a distant country.

That country is called Manro, and its territory is not large, hidden at the edge of the desert, and few people know about it due to its topography.

The ruler of the kingdom of Manro was a woman, revered by her people as a saint, and she had just ascended the throne when he arrived.

He always remembers that he was trapped in a dilapidated hut by a sandstorm, he did not drink a sip of water for three days and three nights, he was dizzy with hunger, and thought that the journey of life was over, and who knew that God had given him a way to live.

She broke into his world like that, dressed in plain white clothes like a fairy, a naan cake and a pot of water, and saved him from the brink of death.

That acquaintance was a fate, and it was fate, since he met her, he understood the truth that he had been unable to figure out before.

He was abandoned by his relatives since he was a child, and he did not know where he came from and where he went, and was later accepted as an apprentice by the Jianghu Youpai and lived in Persia for several years.

He was wandering all his life, accustomed to wandering the world alone, numbly and mechanically living every day, he thought that life was more than that, until he met her later, his mind changed completely, and the gray life was like shining into a ray of sunshine, adding a beautiful color.

That was the first time he felt the taste of life, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, the days were ordinary and complicated, simple and happy, he no longer wanted to wander alone, wanted to settle down and live an ordinary life.

Those days were the most peaceful and comfortable days in his life, and he once thought that his future life would continue like this, but it was a pity.........

"The Holy Lord asked you to draw the Yaku brothers, what are you thinking?"

Wu Zhu, who was caught in the memory, held the pen for a long time and didn't move, seeing that he was sitting in a daze and didn't react, Aji stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him.

Wu Zhu instantly came back to his senses, held back his wandering thoughts and said, "It's nothing, let the poor monk recall their clothes." ”

King Loulan asked him to draw not only their appearance, but also their posture and clothing, which can be said to be quite difficult.

Wu Zhu, who hadn't started writing for a long time, quietly thought about it for a while, dipped it in ink, and drew the memories in his mind little by little.

In the process of his painting, King Loulan stood beside him and watched, watching him firmly point a striking black mole at the corner of the left side of the figure's face, and his sword eyebrows unconsciously frowned.

"The man has a mole on his face?"

Master Wuzhu's pen paused slightly, and his face did not change and lied: "Both of them have a mole at the corner of their mouths, the elder brother's mole is bigger, and the younger brother's mole is smaller. ”

He had the heart to shield it, and he didn't want King Loulan to find out their identities.

Why?

Because Wu Zhu is not a good person, the other party tied him here, why should he obediently cooperate to help him?

"Are you sure?"

King Loulan was a little suspicious, wondering if Master Wuzhu was deliberately scribbling.

"Sure and sure, from the voice of their voice to the way they dressed, the poor monk remembers it clearly."

"Really? If Lone finds out that you are lying and cheating Lone, Lone wants you to live rather than die! ”

Even if he didn't lie, King Loulan didn't intend to keep him.

This person is too cunning, don't look at the words of a poor monk on his lips, he has no incorruptibility of a monk, just take the gold-plated crutch in his hand, it is worth a lot of money, more than ten night pearls combined!