In the early morning of the next day, at the urging of Mo Haoning, Qiao Xiya took Chunling, Xia He, and Qiao San to the eastern suburbs of Biluozhai in a carriage.

"Girl, Bi Luozhai seems to have an accident." Before he got close to Biluozhai, Qiao San saw Wuyang Wuyang in front of him, and the heads of people kept moving.

"Let's go down and see." Qiao Xiya said that she was not good, and hurriedly ordered Qiao San to stop the carriage aside, while she jumped out of the carriage and walked forward.

Without waiting for Qiao Xiya and the others to get closer, the crowd on the inner and outer three floors was separated from the inside, and Ding Yunliang, the prefect of Jin'an City, wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead from the inside, and trotted all the way to everyone: "Humble duty to the prince, please say hello to Lord Qiao."

Mo Haoning turned over and dismounted, handed the reins in his hand to Chu Yun behind him, frowned and looked at the crowd of onlookers in front of him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that Lord Ding is really unlucky."

"Alas!" Ding Yunliang sighed, "When this period of time is over, I will definitely go to Longquan Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha to dispel bad luck."

"What's going on?" Seeing Ding Yunliang's pale face and his hands trembling slightly, Qiao Xiya faintly felt that things might not be so simple.

"He who has been dead for nearly ten days is resurrected!" Ding Yunliang's words made Qiao Xiya shudder.

"Resurrection?" Mo Haoning looked at Ding Yunliang in disbelief, his eyes were like looking at a charlatan.

"Yun Zhishui, the master of Biluozhai, died almost ten days ago, and he was buried for seven days, but he was buried today...... He's, he's, he's alive again!" Ding Yunliang's whole body was trembling, "Moreover, he has become less like Yun Zhishui......

"It's not like clouds stopping water?" Qiao Xiya didn't quite understand what Ding Yunliang meant.

"Well, you will understand it when you go and see it." Ding Yunliang turned sideways and said.

Qiao Xiya and Mo Haoning glanced at each other and walked in the direction of the crowd.

Pushing aside the crowd, I saw Yun Zhishui wearing a set of brown funeral clothes, sitting in a coffin, tearing a roast chicken as if no one was around, and a pot of spirits was placed on the side. As if feeling the gaze of Qiao Xiya and Mo Haoning, Yun Zhishui stopped biting the roast chicken, and looked at Qiao Xiya and them with a pair of bright eyes. This look, this food, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like the demeanor of a painter, let alone a dying person.

"Girl, this painting is ...... Why is it so weird?" Chunling's voice was not big or small, and it clearly entered everyone's ears. Including the cloud stopping water sitting in the coffin.

As if he understood Chunling's words, Yun Zhishui threw the roast chicken aside, his expression instantly became solemn, he stood up and beckoned to the side, and a woman held a tray and walked in front of Yun Zhishui. Inside the tray was a set of ochre-green half-arm robes.

"Girl, isn't that a white peach?" Chunling saw the woman's face clearly, and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Qiao Xiya fixed her eyes and looked at it, isn't it, when the family was down, all the servants were sent out, and since then, Qiao Xiya has never seen Bai Tao, and when she saw it in such a scene today, Qiao Xiya couldn't help but be shocked.

I saw Yun Zhishui pick up the clothes in the tray, change the funeral clothes on his body, and pull up the broken hair that fell from his sideburns, take care of himself, and walk straight towards Biluozhai.

Qiao Xiya watched Bai Tao skillfully pack away Yun Zhishui's clothes and leftovers on the tray, raised her hand and gently pulled Chunling's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "You and Qiao Sanye will follow her in a while to see where she is now and what she is doing." I had a vague feeling that she might know something."

When the onlookers saw this scene, they were already frightened and scattered, and the surrounding officials were also dispersed by the crowd.

"Cloud Painting Saint, please stay." At the moment when Yun Zhishui was about to push the door into the house, Ding Yunliang shouted to stop him.

Yun Zhishui was stunned, and a subtle smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Ding." Yun Zhishui turned around, his face was as calm as water, and he arched his hand towards Ding Yunliang, "The old man is sick, I don't want to alarm the adult. Atonement, atonement."

"Childe?" Qiao Xiya was about to step forward to talk to Yun Zhishui, but Mo Haoning on the side was a little strange, Qiao Xiya looked up, only

Seeing Mo Haoning looking at Yun Zhishui in a daze.

"Like, too much." Mo Haoning muttered to himself.

"Childe, what is it like?" Qiao Xiya frowned, her eyes kept wandering directly between Mo Haoning and Yun Zhishui.

"Like Han Ju, the action of pulling her hair just now is exactly the same as Aunt Han Ju!" Mo Haoning's voice trembled a little.

Mo Haoning's words made Qiao Xiya a little frightened.

The clouds that came back from the dead stopped the water, like the Han Ju that disappeared from Funing Palace. This made Qiao Xiya feel a slight chill crawling on her back.

"Old problem?" Ding Yunliang looked up and down at Yun Zhishui.

"Lord Ding doesn't believe it?" Yun Zhishui's face sank instantly, "Old decay is just sleeping for a long time, that's all."

"Are you asleep?" Ding Yunliang felt that his IQ had been greatly insulted.

"Lord Ding, don't you think that the old man has gone to the west?" The goatee was trembling uncontrollably.

"No, no, no......" Facing Yun Zhishui's anger, Ding Yunliang was a little timid for a while.

"Isn't it?" Yun Zhishui gritted his teeth, his eyes staring at Ding Yunliang viciously, "If it wasn't for the adult's instructions, then who changed the funeral clothes and placed the coffin for the old man?"

"This ......," Ding Yunliang was momentarily speechless when asked. Yes, Yun Zhishui can lie in the coffin safely, and his good luck is indispensable.

"The old man just slept a little longer," Yun Zhishui saw that Ding Yunliang was speechless, and his anger was even stronger, "Just in order to sleep peacefully, the old man specially built this Biluo Zhai, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you Lord Ding actually think that the old man should be the one who should enter the coffin!"

"Cloud Painting Saint Breathes Fury." Qiao Xiya stepped forward and was deeply blessed, "We are ignorant, we don't know the habit of painting saints, we disturb the dreams of painting saints, and please paint saints to atone for our sins." The little girl would like to prepare a table of thin wine in Fengze Garden to apologize."

Yun Zhishui restrained the anger on his face, looked Qiao Xiya up and down, nodded and said, "You came to Biluozhai a few days ago. The old man remembers you. It's a rare person who knows how to count, unlike some people." After speaking, Yun Zhishui glanced at Ding Yunliang who was standing aside.

"But," Yun Zhishui's words changed, "not today, the dream has been disturbed, and the old man has to go back to make up for it." As he spoke, Yun Zhishui squinted at Ding Yunliang, "I hope no one will disturb me this time." With that, Yun Zhishui snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Painting the Holy ......" Qiao Xiya wanted to stop Yun Zhishui, but Yun Zhishui seemed to not hear it, and with a bang, she closed the door of Biluozhai.

"Master Qiao......" Ding Yunliang looked at Qiao Xiya with some embarrassment.

"Yun Zhishui is a Daning painting saint, and his eccentric temperament is not a day or two, but what is the matter with Lord Ding's resurrection?" Qiao Xiya was very concerned about what Ding Yunliang said about coming back to life.

"In the wilderness, there is no place to sit, so it is better to ask the prince and Master Qiao to move and go to the lowly yamen, let's have tea and talk in detail."