"The painting should be in the National Teacher's Mansion by now." Mo Haoning's face was not very good-looking.

"So what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Yun Zhishui urged everyone to go to the National Teacher's Mansion quickly.

"Forget it," Mo Haoning sighed, "Even if we go, I guess we won't see that painting."

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Yun Zhishui was a little unwilling.

"Painting the saint." Qiao Xiya interrupted Yun Zhishui's questioning, "Why don't you tell us about the origin of this painting?"

Seeing that the two of them were hesitant to go to the National Teacher's Mansion to find the painting, Yun Zhishui didn't mention it very interestingly, and heard that Qiao Xiya wanted to know the origin of the painting, Yun Zhishui sighed: "It's better not to inquire about this matter."

"I see that you are an old Taoist who is used to pretending to be a ghost," Chunling saw that the old Taoist was hesitant, and his heart was suddenly unhappy, "My girl said that you were a murderer, but you took us to the palace to look for paintings, I think you clearly saw that the matter was exposed, and found a way to break us up, so that your accomplices could destroy the corpses and destroy the traces!"

"You girl......" Yun Zhishui's expression became more and more uncomfortable.

"What? Am I wrong?" Chunling stared at Yun Zhishui, "Then do you dare to let us go to your Biluozhai to have a look?"

"That's it!" Yun Zhishui seemed to have made a lot of determination, and sighed deeply, "If you really want to know, then go back to Biluozhai with the poor road."

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Everyone left the palace and came to the gate of Biluozhai, and just as they were about to push the door in, Yun Zhishui stopped. He turned his head and looked at the crowd, his face solemn: "After you enter, you must not move around at will, especially the left ear room, the thirty-six lotus lamps lit in the left ear room must not be touched."

"You have a lot of rules!" Chunling glanced at Yun Zhishui.

"Chunling." Qiao Xiya stopped Chunling with a relaxed drink, "Since you have arrived at the place where you paint the saint, let's keep the rules of painting the saint." After that, he blessed Yun Zhishui slightly, "Don't worry, we are just talking, and we won't walk around at will in Biluozhai. Excuse me."

Bi Luo Zhai is a paradise surrounded by green bamboo and fences. Pushing open the firewood door to prevent gentlemen and villains, a gust of wind blew, and the fragrance of a bamboo leaf came to the face.

"It's almost the winter moon, how can you still have this lush bamboo leaf?" Qiao Xiya frowned, it was not yet determined whether Yun Zhishui in front of her was a friend or an enemy, Qiao Xiya had to cheer up her spirit.

"I won't hide it from you, there is just a hot spring under this Biluozhai, so even if it is a cold winter, Biluozhai is still full of spring." Yun Zhishui smiled and raised his hand to lead, "Please."

Everyone stepped into Biluozhai, only to see that surrounded by the bamboo forest, there was a slightly steaming pond inside, there was a stone table next to the pond, four stone benches, the surrounding orchids were verdant, and the small orchids that opened sporadically exuded a faint fragrance. A cobblestone path winds through the flowers to the house at the back.

"Why don't you just sit here?" Yun Zhishui made a false lead in the direction of the stone table.

"Let's go to the house." Qiao Xiya said lightly. Admittedly, the stone table was more comfortable, but she was eager to go inside and see if there was blood and tools for skinning and grinding bones.

"It's fine." Yun Zhishui did not refuse, and found a false introduction towards the house, "Please."

Along the stone road, it seems that the road is not far away, but the people who walk are out of breath.

"Tricks?" Qiao Xiya said softly.

"Miss Joe is so knowledgeable!" Yun Zhishui praised, "The orchid grass in the courtyard is not planted randomly, it is not only an ornamental orchid grass, but also a grass blocking the road. If there is no one to lead the way, you will not be able to get close to that house even for a month." qs

"Oh?" Qiao Xiya chuckled softly, "Painting the saint is so big. I heard that there was once a thief who went into Biluozhai and wanted to steal the calligraphy and paintings of the painting saint and sell them for money, but he didn't want to happen to bump into the painting saint and come back to life, and finally was scared to death. If it is true, as the painter said, that he can't get close to that house for a month, how did the thief see the painter come back to life?"

"Alas," Yun Zhishui sighed

sighed, and his face was ashamed, "I'm ashamed, after all, I can't stand him. Please let the poor Dao tell me the specific reason slowly." Removing the veil of painting saints, Yun Zhishui, who put on a Taoist robe, was unexpectedly easy to deal with.

After following Yun Zhishui's footsteps for a while, everyone stood in front of the house. A simple main room, two ear rooms, no cloisters, only two steps paved with bluestone slabs.

Walking up the stairs, I pushed open the door and saw an offering table. There is an incense burner on the offering table, and there are three incense sticks burning in the incense burner. Light incense and bow down before the clouds stop on the water. After doing it, he led everyone to walk around the incense case and go to the back.

Behind the incense table is a table of eight immortals, two chairs of the Taishi, and a teapot and teacup are placed on the table of the eight immortals. Looking back through the side window, there is an endless peach grove behind the house.

"You two may be seated." Yun Zhishui let Mo Haoning and Qiao Xiya sit on the Taishi chair, and he took a futon from the wall and sat on the ground.

"Miss Joe." Yun Zhishui thought about it and decided to ask first, "Can you tell the story you dreamed of to Poor Dao?"

At the mention of that dream, Qiao Xiya couldn't help but feel excited. Involuntarily touched the teapot on the side and poured a cup of tea, but the tea in the teapot had already been cold, and the cold tea fell down the throat into the stomach, and the coolness spread throughout the body. Qiao Xiya felt that after this sip of tea, the whole person was a lot more sober.

"I've never had such a real dream, everything is as if it's really happening in front of me, everyone's expressions, every word spoken, every action done, is so clear......" Qiao Xiya's eyes fell on the peach forest outside the window, smelling the faint scent of sandalwood in the air, Qiao Xiya told the dream as it was.

"She asked me to save her, find you, save her." When Qiao Xiya finished speaking, she suddenly felt as if a force had been withdrawn from her body, and a sense of emptiness and powerlessness swept through her body.

"Find me and save her?" Yun Zhishui repeated.

Qiao Xiya nodded.

"She said I was a murderer?" Yun Zhishui smiled bitterly.

Qiao Xiya nodded.

"Alas," Yun Zhishui sighed and smiled helplessly, "How can I say it, I'm a murderer, but I'm not a murderer either."

"What do you mean?" Mo Haoning frowned. To be honest, he really doesn't like these people who talk around the corner, especially this kind of person who talks half and leaves half, he always wants to open the other party's mouth and pull out the unspoken words of the other half.

"Yumeng. She said her name was Yumeng, right?" Seeing Qiao Xiya nodding, Yun Zhishui continued, "Only half of the dreams she let you see are true."