Before stepping into the inn, Xu Baichuan had expected that the young painter would come in with him, and when the scroll was opened, the autumn wind on his waist trembled slightly for a moment, which was very unusual, especially after learning that the remnant soul of the previous sword master was very likely to be lodged in the autumn wind, even if it was a very slight sound, it was not ordinary, not to mention that the picture scroll was really well drawn, and for a moment he did want to come up with a sword.

But when I thought of the autumn wind, I forcibly stopped this thought.

The painter saw Xu Baichuan sitting at a table roasting the fire, and he didn't feel angry, so he happily ran over and sat opposite, and the box containing the painting scroll was placed next to his feet.

Xu Baichuan just glanced at him lightly and didn't pay much attention to it, but took a book to watch.

It's a book of swordsmanship, not the essence, but it does have a bit of meaning.

He has been in the national capital for half a month, and he has seen a lot of old swordsmen between wandering around, most of them have practiced the sword for a lifetime and cannot enter their door, and there is no one behind him to inherit, after a body of experience is compiled into a swordsmanship, it is placed in the corner of the wall to eat ashes, he happened to see it once and went up to ask for advice, and after chatting a few words, he became interested in their swordsmanship, these old swordsmen were lonely, and they could not play their skills in the Qingyuan Kingdom for a lifetime, so they were also very happy to give these swordsmanship to a sword cultivator, not to mention that they could get a lot of silver to spend their old age, why not.

Xu Baichuan looked at the swordsmanship with interest, and from time to time stretched out his finger to make a few gestures.

Although the sword qi was not instilled, the edge meaning in it was also extremely heavy.

The shopkeeper glanced up at him, not too surprised, and quickly lowered his head again, even though his account book was blank.

The painter's face was excited, staring intently at Xu Baichuan's fingers, he was already holding the brush in his hand unconsciously, and the painting scroll had been opened, but he had been thinking for a long time, and he still hadn't put down the pen.

After all, it is not a real sword, and it does not have the kind of elegance he imagined.

After putting things away again, the painter finally couldn't help but ask: "You are already a sword cultivator, and your sword path must be very superb, why do you want to see the swordsmanship practiced by these swordsmen?"

Xu Baichuan still looked at the book and did not respond.

The painter is a person who can't sit still, otherwise he wouldn't have traveled all over the country, and after not getting a response, he went to the shopkeeper to talk.

The shopkeeper looked at this unexpected painter and felt quite helpless, but he had a task on his body, and he couldn't abandon his identity as a shopkeeper, so he could only barely listen to the painter talk about the world.

The painter gushed endlessly, and the shopkeeper looked helpless.

It's a very interesting pair.

Xu Baichuan finished reading the swordsmanship in his hand, muttered a few names of the moves in a low voice, and then took out a copy to watch.

After all, it is the perception of these swordsmen's lives, although most of them are useless to him, but there is always some essence that can be integrated into his sword path, even if it can only make his sword out a little faster, it is worth it.

Before I knew it, the shopkeeper's face was full of tiredness, but the painter was still in high spirits, and even drew a picture of the shopkeeper through the conversation.

Although the shopkeeper dissuaded him, he still couldn't say that he couldn't paint the artist, so he let him go.

Anyway, his face is fake, and he is not afraid of being painted.

Xu Baichuan put away his swordsmanship and got up from his position, and walked straight to the upstairs guest room.

I didn't look at the shopkeeper during this period.

The shopkeeper didn't care, but finally showed a relieved look.

The painter looked at the shopkeeper with a different spirit and spirit, and was a little puzzled, holding the portrait in his hand for comparison, and after confirming it repeatedly, he tore the portrait clean.

The shopkeeper smiled: "It's not very good, it's not good, it does have a bit of a look on this face." ”

The painter sighed and said, "It's not like it, although the appearance is the same, the spirit is completely different......

Before he finished speaking, the painter raised his head and glanced at the shopkeeper, revealing a tangled look, and after a while, he continued: "Shopkeeper, I don't know why Xiaosheng always feels that there is something wrong with your face, and the demeanor you depict is all flawed, is it possible that Xiaosheng's painting skills have regressed?"

The shopkeeper tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Then you must have drawn it wrong." ”

The painter shook his head and retorted: "Xiaosheng's grandfather is the best painter in Qingyuan, but when Xiaosheng was thirteen years old, his grandfather said that Xiaosheng's painting skills have surpassed him. ”

The shopkeeper's face is still the same, but there are waves in his heart, there is only one person in Qingyuan's best painter, who has also painted his appearance, but he didn't say this, how can his grandson notice it?

Could it be true that painting is the way of entry?

But he didn't notice that there was cultivation in the painter, and his disguise was at least a cultivation to see through.

The painter hesitated, but finally said it.

"Shopkeeper, isn't your face fake?"

As soon as the words fell, he noticed a cold aura surrounding him, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he looked at the shopkeeper who still looked like that, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Suddenly became sad.

If I knew this, I wouldn't have caused much trouble.

The shopkeeper gently put his hand on his shoulder, and smiled without smiling: "You can eat more, but you can't talk nonsense, some words will be lost, you should pay attention in the future." ”

The painter's face was depressed, and he felt the heavier and heavier force on his shoulder, and his body couldn't help sinking, but despite this, his shoulder still hurt, and soon he couldn't even hold the brush, and fell to the ground with a sound.

Although he is talented in painting, he is now just an ordinary person, and the shopkeeper obviously wants to teach him some lessons, how can he hide?

It's just that if this continues, his arm will soon be abolished, which is absolutely unacceptable for a painter.

But the pain didn't last long, and soon someone helped him grab the shopkeeper's hand.

The painter looked up and quickly expressed delight.

Xu Baichuan grabbed the shopkeeper's hand and said calmly: "It's just to tell some truth, why make such a big move, if you hurt his arm, then you have to leave one to compensate him, what do you do?"

The shopkeeper snorted coldly: "Xu Baichuan, you don't have to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, in this Qingyuan capital, do you really dare to touch me, there is His Majesty the Emperor behind me!"

Xu Baichuan was not surprised why the shopkeeper knew his name, perhaps since he appeared in the eyes of that emperor, all the spies in Qingyuan knew his name.

He smiled: "I'm a sword cultivator." ”

In this world, these four words are enough to prove everything.

As soon as the words fell, the shopkeeper's face opened a cut, and then the whole face fell off, revealing a new appearance.

It's a little unbearable.

The painter couldn't help but laugh, and despite the pain in his arm, he couldn't care about it at this time.

Xu Baichuan smiled and said: "Your Excellency's face is a little sloppy, and it's no wonder that it's covered with a mask. ”

The shopkeeper with his facial features huddled together snorted coldly, and his face was extremely ugly.

It had been a long time since he had shown his true face in front of anyone.

He still has some self-knowledge about his appearance.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have cultivated the art of transformation.

The shopkeeper rubbed his face, took out a mask from his body and covered it again, and changed it to his previous appearance again, and then said, "Only this time will not be an example." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and nodded.

He also knew more about the emperor's methods, he just stepped into an inn at random, but he didn't expect that he was greeted by a secret agent.

Perhaps everyone he met these days was under the control of that emperor.

It's chilling to think about it.

Xu Baichuan returned the painter's arm to its original position, and said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense in the future, next time no one helps you, you will lose your life in vain, it's not worth it." ”

The artist opened his mouth, but was interrupted before he could speak.

Xu Baichuan said softly: "It's late at night, go to sleep." ”

After saying that, he really went upstairs.

The painter looked at the shopkeeper who was staring at him with an unkind face, and couldn't help but shudder, and followed upstairs.