Meng Juntong had already included the painting scroll of the soul into the depths of his divine consciousness sea, and in reality, this scroll could not be taken out, but in the dream world, it was already no different from the real thing.

The woman on the picture scroll, as long as Meng Juntong is willing, can easily depict every detail of her, and perfectly replicate it in reality.

Cheng Yu went to help Meng Juntong get paper and pencils, and the drawing paper was the long scroll that he had painted portraits for the people of Xingye Town.

Cheng Yu helped Meng Juntong lay paper and grind ink on the side, and the service was meticulous and thoughtful.

Soon, everything was ready.

Meng Juntong walked to the scroll, gently raised the pen, and weighed the weight of the brush in his hand.

"Miss Meng is still used to using it, this little wolf is left by the old painter, it is said to be worth more than ten taels of silver, I have been reluctant to use it before. ”

said that he was reluctant to use it, but in fact he would not use it.

This little wolf is extremely soft in the pen, although the ink absorption is sufficient, but it is difficult to grasp the power of the pen.

said that it was no problem to let Cheng Yu dance the sword and make the sword, but it was really a little difficult for him to exert his strength in this millimeter.

Meng Juntong tried the feel of the pen, and nodded with satisfaction.

It's definitely different from the feeling of painting the soul with the magic brush of Vientiane, but it's not painting the soul after all.

At that moment, Meng Juntong closed his eyes and began to visualize the picture scroll in his consciousness.

The painting scroll appeared deep in Meng Juntong's mind, and at this moment, the pen in Meng Juntong's hand began to move slowly.

Cheng Yu was surprised to find that when Meng Juntong was painting, his eyes were actually closed.

However, the brush is outlined, the brush strokes are flowing, but none of the strokes fall to the side.

Meng Juntong's pen movement is changing hands faster and faster, splashing ink, and the posture is indescribably comfortable.

It's not that Cheng Yu hasn't seen the painter before, the old painter who has painted portraits all his life, but he doesn't have the demeanor that Meng Juntong shows at the moment.

Almost a cup of tea time passed, and as Meng Juntong put away the pen and stood firm, he threw the little wolf that had dried and exploded the tip of the pen into the pen wash, and a portrait of a painted character appeared in front of Cheng Yu's eyes.

Looking at the portrait of the character under Meng Juntong's hand, Cheng Yu was completely dumbfounded.

Originally, he thought that being able to paint the characters like the old painter before, with a seven or eight points similar to himself, and five or six points like a god would already be regarded as superb painting skills, but now that he has seen Meng Juntong's painting skills, he really doesn't know what words to use to admire.

On the scroll painted by Meng Juntong is an elegant-looking woman, dressed in a pale cyan dress, dancing in the wind.

The woman looked into the distance, not knowing what she was looking at, and there was an indescribable emotion in the depths of her eyes that was dormant and hidden.

Cheng Yu looked at this portrait with his mouth wide open, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Meng Juntong gently pushed Cheng Yu: "Don't stand stupidly, this girl, have you ever seen it, in Fan Yin's mansion." ”

Cheng Yu swallowed his saliva, and then came back to his senses: "I said Miss Meng, have you ever learned painting skills, your level, I'm afraid it is difficult to compare with the royal painters in Qi Qi City." ”

Meng Juntong shrugged his shoulders: "The first time you paint, just do it." ”

"Casual ......" Cheng Yu was choked, he studied for several months, and the things he drew in the end were still disgusting, but Meng Juntong did it casually and was able to paint such a picture.

"Well, let's get down to business, have you ever seen this woman. Meng Juntong was a little anxious, she didn't come to hear people praise her for her extraordinary painting skills.

Cheng Yu nodded, the first time he saw Meng Juntong's painting scroll, he had already recognized the woman in the painting, but he was amazed by Meng Juntong's painting skills and didn't react.

"She is Fan Yin's concubine two years ago, it seems that she is from Wei in the north, and she was brought back when Fan Yin led a team to hunt in Fuji Mountain. Cheng Yu said.

Meng Juntong was slightly stunned: "Brought back from Fuji Mountain?"

At this point, she obviously didn't think about how dangerous Fuji Mountain was, and no one knew better than her along the way.

And such a woman, could it be that she is also a martial arts master who is not revealed, or a potential cultivator, otherwise how could she cross the Fuji Mountain Range and enter the border of Qi from Wei State.

And Fan Yin: They went hunting, and the mountain road they took was definitely a place that was rarely visited.

Suddenly, an idea popped up, and Meng Juntong thought:

This woman can't be the incarnation of some mountain spirit.

But after thinking about it again, this woman knows the method of nightmares and should be a practitioner of this path.

"There is no specific information about her. Meng Juntong asked.

Cheng Yu scratched his head embarrassedly: "This is really not, Fan Yin protects this concubine very well, the messenger we registered has not been able to see this concubine several times in their house, but it seems that since then, Fan Yin has always been lucky, and from time to time he can catch some beast kings or strange beasts in the mountains." He was also more and more valued by the Taishou. ”

actually brought good luck to Fan Yin, but Meng Juntong was sneering in his heart, I am afraid that this is some kind of evil magic, deliberately pushing Fan Yin into the depths of a certain vortex.

Suddenly, Meng Juntong remembered one more thing: "Brother Cheng, this woman shouldn't have died in that massacre." ”

Cheng Yu was stunned by Meng Juntong's question, he really didn't think that there would be anyone in the Fan Mansion who would survive.

"You have also seen the situation in Fan's mansion, it is all stumps and broken arms, and people are all dead in pieces, and there is really no way to verify the body of the deceased. The medical officer from Linxian County came over, but only made a simple inquest on him, issued a document, and left. ”

"Then where are those bones now?" Meng Juntong hurriedly asked, "Should it also be transferred to your state and county government?" ”

Cheng Yu shook his head: "There is no way to send it, and the state and county government will not accept it." The bones have been buried in mass graves. ”

Meng Juntong was really a little speechless about the government of Xingye Town, this handling was really too hasty, involving so many homicides, and the murderer had not yet been convicted, so he hastily buried the bones of the deceased.

Meng Juntong put away the scroll, and she still had to use this painting after that, so she didn't leave it to Cheng Yu.

"Take me to the place where the Fan family is buried, I'm going to see their bones. Meng Juntong said.

Cheng Yu was a little surprised, and he wondered if he had heard it wrong: "You...... Say what?"

Meng Juntong said again: "I'm going to take a look at the bones of the Fan family." ”

Cheng Yu was completely stunned, this girl is really not an ordinary person, not only is she good at Danqing, but she also knows how to perform an autopsy.