Chu Liuxiang shook his head and said, "I really want to know who painted the painting in this old woman's hand, and why is it so valuable?"

The old woman said: "This hero, you must be the master for me, this painting on my body is just that I asked a very ordinary painter to paint it." The person in the painting is none other than my son. I wanted to get this painting back to my son. But these three people said that my painting was a priceless famous painting, and I had to snatch it. ”

Chu Liuxiang said: "No matter who painted this painting, and no matter how much this painting is worth, this painting belongs to the old man, if anyone wants to snatch this painting from your hands, he first has to ask the fan below if he agrees." ”

The short man in black was a little angry and said, "With the fan in your hand, you want to stop us from snatching this painting? ”

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose, he really wanted to slaughter the short man in black, fortunately, he didn't have the habit of killing.

Chu Liuxiang rotated the fan in his hand, and the fan flew to the wrist of the short man in black.

The man in black saw the fan flying towards him, and he immediately wanted to raise his knife to cut it, but when he raised the knife, the fan had already returned to Chu Liuxiang's hand.

Chu Liuxiang gently fanned the fan, standing in the wind in a chic manner, letting the breeze blow his clothes and letting his long hair flutter in the wind.

The short man in black could no longer be arrogant, and there was a ring of blood on his wrist, and the blood was flowing more and more. Slowly dripped to the ground. His broadsword also fell to the ground.

Yang Qianhu looked at Chu Liuxiang in surprise. Surprised and asked, "Are you really Chu Liuxiang?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "It's like a fake." ”

Yang Qianhu was now afraid that he would not have any doubts about Chu Liuxiang's identity, and said: "There are no people in the world who can cut my second brother's wrist with a fan, except for Chu Liuxiang, I'm afraid there is no one else." So, I believe in you. Since Xiang Shuai is here, then the three of us brothers can only admit that they are unlucky. We will give Xiangshuai this face, and we don't want that painting. Let's go!"

As soon as Yang Qianhu finished speaking, the bodies of the three of them jumped upwards at the same time. Flew into the dense woods.

Chu Liuxiang looked back at the old woman and said, "Old man, it's okay." ”

The old woman looked at Chu Liuxiang and said, "Are you really Chu Liuxiang?"

Chu Liuxiang nodded and said, "It's right in the next place." ”

The old woman suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Please make the decision for me." ”

Chu Liuxiang didn't know what the old woman wanted him to help with, so she immediately stepped forward to support the old woman and said, "If the old man has any grievances, get up first and talk about it." ”

The old woman didn't get up and said, "If Xiangshuai doesn't agree, I won't get up." ”

Chu Liuxiang had enough trouble, but he couldn't shirk it at this moment, and said, "Old woman, please." I promised to help you in the next way. ”

After the old woman wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she stood up with Chu Liuxiang's support.

The old woman was really a very old man. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were one by one. It was as if it had been cut with a sword, and the wrinkles on her hands were much deeper and deeper than those of other old men.

Chu Liuxiang asked the old woman to sit on a stone, and he himself sat next to the old woman, and said, "Old man, if you have any grievances, you might as well say it directly." ”

The old woman put her burden on her lap and said, "Xiang Shuai's chivalry has long been circulated among the people. This time, I was instructed by a master who said that if I wanted to get my son back, then I had to find Chu Liuxiang, because only Chu Liuxiang could help me fulfill this wish. ”

Chu Liuxiang is really a little helpless, he still has a lot of things to wait for him to solve now, if he agrees to the old woman to help her find her son this time, it will be a lot of trouble.

At this time, Chu Liuxiang really regretted leaving Hu Tiehua angrily, if Hu Tiehua didn't leave, he could also help the old woman find her son.

Chu Liuxiang couldn't shirk it now, because he had already promised the old woman to help her find her son.

Chu Liuxiang said: "Old man, may I ask what is your son's name, and how did he not see?"

The old man took out a painting from his baggage, handed it to Chu Liuxiang, and said, "Chu Daxia, please see, the person depicted on this painting is my son." He has been out for more than a year, and three months ago, he sent a large sum of money to his family, and said that he had found a good way to make money, so I should not worry about him. ”

Chu Liuxiang took the painting and immediately opened the scroll.

Chu Liuxiang really wanted to unravel the mystery in the painting as soon as possible, because he was also very curious about why his son's portrait was worth so much money.

When Chu Liuxiang opened the painting, his eyes widened and he looked at the painting in surprise, his eyes squinted at the old man, and asked suspiciously: "Old man, the person on this painting is really your son?"

The old woman said, "Of course it's my son, how could I not know my son?"

Of course, Chu Liuxiang believed that a mother would not mistake her son, but he never understood why the man in the painting had no head?

Chu Liuxiang actually saw at a glance that the person with no head was very similar to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, but he couldn't be sure, because he had never heard of the abbot of Shaolin Temple Zhitong and a mother.

Chu Liuxiang asked curiously: "Since he is your son, why don't you let someone draw another head on his neck?"

The old woman suddenly smiled very sweetly and said, "Hahaha...... Chu Liuxiang, I didn't expect you to be the same girl, and now you don't need that head. That head is just for your attention. ”

Chu Liuxiang saw a wisp of white smoke rising from the painting, and then his head was dizzy, so he threw the painting in his hand on the ground.

The "old woman" picked up the painting, kicked Chu Liuxiang, and said with a smug smile: "It seems that this Chu Liuxiang is not very good?"

Three people slowly fell from above the poplar tree, all three of them were dressed in black, and the black cloth on their heads had been torn off and hung on one of their ears.

As soon as the three men fell in front of the old woman, they knelt on the ground very respectfully, and said in unison: "Congratulations to the messenger, congratulations to the messenger!"

The old woman's voice had changed to that of a woman in her twenties.

That voice is no longer old, it sounds very beautiful, but it's a pity that Chu Liuxiang can't hear it anymore.

The old woman said, "Thank you three for your hard work, the play just now was very exciting." Get up!"

"Thank you, messenger!" the three of them said in unison. By the time they had finished, their men had straightened up. (To be continued......)