Yuan Ming carefully looked at the person in front of him and recognized it.

This Fu commander's name is Fu Qing, and he is one of his father's personal guards, not only leading the military position, but also an immortal cultivator.

As for the people behind him, Yuan Ming didn't know him, and they were all fresh faces.

However, it is not difficult to guess, I think it was General Yuan in order to prevent the people around him from leaking secrets, except for the selection of his cronies Fu Qing on this mission, all the others were replaced by new people.

"Brother Fu." Yuan Ming chuckled lightly and stepped forward to help Fu Qing.

"Young master, I've found you." Fu Qing's eyes were red and he said.

"I didn't expect my father to send you to pick me up, all the way here, it's hard." Yuan Ming said.

"As long as the young master can be found, he will never give up." Fu Qing clenched his hands into fists.

It was only then that Lord Bayin stepped forward and asked, "Do you know?"

"This is the person we asked the lord to help find: the young master of our general's mansion." Fu Qing said.

"Oh... Inugod blesses you to be reunited, and this is really the best arrangement. Bayin said in a long voice.

After that, he called the stout man who was beaten half to death, and after he was rescued by pouring a decoction, he asked about the cause and effect.

"In the words of your Central Plains people, this is called the big water rushing the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't know the family. Yuan.. ..... Gongzi, please don't blame our Lu Fu. Bayin quickly changed his smile and said.

"It's okay. I've heard that Lord Bayin is looking for an artist, and I happen to know how to sketch with some brush and ink, so if you don't mind, you can let me try it. Yuan Ming glanced at him and realized that he was also a Qi Refining Stage cultivator, and said with a smile

"Yuan Gongzi is a distinguished guest, how can there be any reason to bother distinguished guests. Come on, come on, our banquet has just started, Yuan Gongzi and Commander Fu together, please take a seat. "With that, Lord Bayin led Yuan Ming and his party back to the banquet hall.

After the main and secondary seats are seated, the feast begins.

After pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Lord Bayin was still a little angry when he talked about being deceived.

Wu Liu's clever tongue is like a spring, and in a few words, everyone believes that he is a court painter, Wu Daozi's descendants, after two days of cheating and drinking in the mansion, he stole some gold and silver in the mansion, and swaggered out of the lord's mansion under the guise of going out to collect wind and find inspiration.

It was his "open-minded" attitude that blinded everyone, so that they all relaxed their vigilance, and when they found out, they couldn't find the person who was there.

"Lord Bayin, the lord of Ming'en Mansion is also confused by him, please don't blame him again. I also have an old acquaintance with him, and I came here to help him understand this. I wonder what Lord Bayin wants to draw? Yuan Ming asked.

"This, Bayin hesitated for a moment.

"Lord Bayin, I won't tell you, our young master is a young genius of the Great Jin, he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is even more good at calligraphy and painting. Fu Qing also echoed.

Yuan Ming smiled and nodded.

"If that's the case, then it's going to trouble Yuan Gongzi." Lord Bayin immediately laughed,

After eating, Lord Bayin took Yuan Ming and Fu Qing all the way to the inner courtyard of the lord's mansion, and did not stop until they came to the door of a house with a huge copper lock.

"This is our family's worship hall, which is similar to your ancestral hall in the Central Plains, but we don't have as many rules as yours, and the things in it are more messy." Bayin opened the door as he spoke.

The three of them walked into the room one after another, and Yuan Ming swept the situation inside, only to know why Lord Bayin said this, the things inside were more messy.

Originally, the worship hall was divided into two rooms, inside and outside, and there were three shelves on the outside, on which were placed all kinds of miscellaneous furnishings, including finely crafted bronzes and porcelain, some archers and swordsmen, and some ancient books.

"These are the things that have been loved by the ancestors of the past generations, and after everyone enters the worship hall, they will leave a companion here, not necessarily valuable, but most of them are their own favorites. There are also some autobiographies of our ancestors, which are also stored here.

Lord Bayin explained with a smile,

The three of them walked into the inner hall, where there was a huge offering table, on which were placed the tablets of the ancestors of the Bayin family, and on the wall behind the offering table, a huge ancient painting was hung.

On the ancient painting, a tall man dressed in the costume of the Kasi tribe is depicted, his appearance is not similar to Bayin, and his temperament is completely different.

However, after all, the ancient paintings are very old, and they are often stained by incense, and the paper surface is seriously yellowed, and there are subtle cracks on it

"Yuan Gongzi take a look, can you be sure that this painting is coming to the tomb?" Bayin spoke.

Yuan Ming heard this, but he didn't answer, and he was speechless.

When he went to see this ancient painting at the moment, the scene he saw was completely different from that of others, and he only felt that there was a thin layer of smoke on the argon on the ancient painting, which made people unreal.

This smoky thing is not seen by the naked eye, but perceived by his divine sense, and it is a special spiritual power that is difficult to describe.

"Lord Bayin, how long has this portrait been enshrined here?" Yuan Ming asked.

"I haven't calculated it, but it's been at least three or four hundred years." Bayin said.

"Accept incense offerings here every day?" Yuan Ming spoke again.

"It's not like this every day, there is a small sacrifice on the fifteenth day of the first month of the month, and a big sacrifice on each of the two festivals of the upper and middle yuan every year. Small sacrifices are nothing, but large festivals require all family members to be present and pray together. "Although Bayin didn't understand what Yuan Ming was asking for, he still said truthfully.

"No wonder although this painting has a dilapidated appearance, but the ancestor's gas state has not been damaged at all, I dare not say that it can be ten percent of the gas state in the tomb, but it should not be difficult to keep seven or eight points." Yuan Mingyan's guess in his heart was confirmed when he heard this, and said.

"So it's very good, don't dare to force too much." Bayin was overjoyed when he heard this.

He had also found a few painters in southern Xinjiang before, but there were no people who dared to boast about this Haikou.

"I need seven days here to carefully observe the Shen Yun of the portrait, and it is better to be able to stay out of the door and not be disturbed by the outside world, can I?" Yuan Ming asked.

"No need, I'll have the servants bring the beds and tables in a moment." Bayin responded.

After that, Bayin left first to arrange matters, and only Yuan Ming and Fu Qing were left in the house.

"Young master, you have suffered." Fu Qing didn't say so until this moment.

"It's not a bitterness, it's also a blessing and a curse, which is why it has what it is today." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"After the general learned of you, he immediately sent me to meet you, and if it is too late, things will change, we should actually return as soon as possible." Fu Qing hesitated for a moment and said.

"It's okay, I have my own plans." Yuan Ming shook his head and didn't explain too much.

Fu Qing wanted to speak and stopped.

"Father, what do you want you to bring to me?" Yuan Ming asked.

"The general just said that if we can find the young master, let us swear to protect your safety, but there is nothing for me to spread on my behalf." Fu Qing said.

"It's my father's style." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

After a short time, the servants of the lord's mansion brought a small couch and a desk and sent them over.

Later, the lord of Bayin personally sent pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, all of which were the best things in the Central Plains.

After everyone left, Yuan Ming closed the door and first collected the incense ashes piled up in the incense burner on the offering table.

Then he came to the table, looked at the thick ridge of ribbed rice paper on the table, and pointed like a knife, slashing across it, and quickly cut it open.

Looking at the pieces of cut rice paper, Yuan Ming smiled knowingly, and after grinding the ink by himself, he began to draw it on the paper.

With a few simple strokes, a big ship sailing in the waves appeared on the paper, and a young man on the bow of the ship looked behind him with an angry face.

Behind him was a group of robbers, armed with swords, axes and bows, as if they were about to plunder him.

After one painting was completed, Yuan Ming took it off and put it aside to dry the ink, and then began to paint the second one.

The second picture is the scene of a young man falling into the water with an arrow and a chasing soldier raising a knife in a carnival.

Then there is the third one, the boy lies on the water's edge, is stolen by the corpse picker, and his clothes are stripped of a layer.

Yuan Ming's painting speed is extremely fast, the fine brush sketch is very smooth, the next pen is like a divine help, almost no need to think about it, as if he has already made a bamboo in his chest, but in half a day, he has drawn dozens of white illustrations,

The shelves of the entire shrine hall are filled with drawings where illustrations can be placed.

Subsequently, Yuan Ming kept going non-stop and began to write hard, and one by one the flowers and small letters were neatly arranged on the paper, which was pleasing to the eye.

"It is said that the son of the Sheng family in Jiangnan traveled to the south and went to the northern region of southern Xinjiang...

Like painting, when Yuan Ming wrote this "Journey to the South of Sheng Gongzi", which had already been drafted, he was also in the realm of writing like a god.

He refined and adapted his various experiences in southern Xinjiang, mixed various regional customs in southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang, and wrote extremely vividly, making people read as if they had experienced it personally.

However, three days later, Yuan Ming finished all the manuscripts and illustrations, and after surveying and proofreading them as a whole, he sorted out the layout and put it away.

After that, he really began to paint the portrait of Bayin's distant ancestor at the tomb.

This time, after mentioning the pen and painting, after a few strokes, Yuan Ming's brush was stagnant, and he couldn't paint anymore.

It's not that there's something wrong with his painter, it's that it doesn't feel right.

He was able to draw the shape of the painting, but he could not draw the meaning of the painting, which was the kind of aura that he himself had discovered earlier that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Even if it is barely drawn, it lacks spirit.

Others may not be able to see anything, but he himself feels uncomfortable in his heart, the Haikou he boasted before, said that he can depict seven or eight points of charm, and now it seems that it is good to have three or four points.

After several attempts, but failed, Yuan Ming did not cling to this, and after getting up and observing for a while, he walked to the outer hall.

Bayin had said earlier that the biographies of the ancestors were stored here, and Yuan Ming thought that finding the ancestor and looking at his life experience might also be helpful for painting.

After searching the shelves, he found a book pressed at the bottom.

The book is housed in a square sandalwood box with insecticidal camphor, so the book is very well preserved, with no signs of moth-eaten decay except for some yellowing of the pages.

Yuan Ming immediately took it out and began to flip through it.

At this glance, he realized that Bayin's distant ancestor was also a monk, and he was also a monk who studied the Fu Seal.