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Chapter 69 Portrait of Martial Saint
When Lu Hanwen saw that it was Emperor Jiaming's utterance, his expression changed immediately, and he quickly sent a voice transmission to inform the governor of Yanzhou.

The governor of Yanzhou was startled when he heard this, his righteousness burst out, and he rose into the air, the scarlet official robe fluttered in the air, and the loud voice spread in the air for nearly a hundred miles: "No one waits, immediately!" leave!"

As the voice fell and the words followed, the monks below the second-rank realm were involuntarily teleported ten miles away.

Immediately, apart from the members of Daxuan's government, only Daoist Yuanyang was left.

Master Yuanyang squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't figure out what the hell the two of them were doing. Before he could ask, the governor of Yanzhou's voice transmission had already fallen into his ears.

"Reverend Yuanyang, His Majesty has issued an order to seal this place, please leave quickly!"

Master Yuanyang's complexion changed several times, his heart turned a thousand times, but in the end he could only let out a long sigh, his body turned into a ray of light, and left the place.

Regarding the matter of Emperor Jiaming's oral order, the governor of Yanzhou would not lie to himself, nor did he dare to lie to himself.

Otherwise, it is the crime of falsely preaching the imperial decree and deceiving the emperor.

Several people on the field used their magical powers to move all the traces of fighting skills to the field, and finally the governor of Yanzhou took Qin Zhongxi and Yang Qing to Xuanyang.

Seeing the three leave, the others also left.

There were only a dozen miles or so of bare ground left in the original place, like the gaping mouths of monsters, ugly and weird
three days later.
Hall of Eternal Life, Grass Department.

He Ping'an was leisurely putting his feet on the table, discussing with Han Li whether he should go to the Lichun Courtyard after his shift, when Yang Qing rushed in suddenly.

"Brother Yang is back."

"Is it going well this time?"

He Pingan quickly put his feet off the table and got up to say hello.

Han Li picked up the pen on the table and pretended to copy the account book. When Yang Qing sat down, he quickly brought a pot of boiling water to make tea for him.

Yang Qing didn't care about burning his mouth, and drank the tea in one gulp, then said with lingering fear: "Don't mention it, it's a close call."

"It was only a little bit short, and it fell to Yanzhou."

When Han Li heard it, he said with doubts on his face: "Brother Yang, you can't?"

"You went out with the governor."

Yanzhou is 10,000+ miles away from Xuanyang, and Emperor Jiaming deliberately suppressed it, and the governor of Yanzhou took two people to gallop at a high speed. At this time, the news had not yet reached Xuanyang.

Seeing that there was no one else around except his right and left arm, Yang Qing covered his mouth and whispered, "If he hadn't been careless this time, we wouldn't have been in danger."

He Pingan laughed secretly in his heart, this Yang Qing is really poisonous, even Qin Zhongxi dared to gossip behind his back.

Yang Qing then babbled about the process of going out this time to the two of them.

"And Wu Sheng?"

He Pingan and Han Li exclaimed.

He Pingan sighed in his heart, why he kept using the Jinlin sword instead of the Bajiu Xuangong, because he didn't want to expose his physical strength.

But this time, I didn't expect that I would meet ghosts and immortals. In desperation, I exposed my physical strength.

"That's natural!"

"However, although the Martial Saint is powerful, without the help of me, Lao Yang, he would not be able to kill ghosts and immortals."

Yang Qing said without shame.

"how do I say this?"

He Pingan asked with a strange expression.

Yang Qing then told how he showed his supernatural power and cooperated with the deeds of Wu Sheng to kill demons.

Wu Sheng also praised himself for being "young" and promising, so he rewarded himself with a source of mana.

Just listening to it made the story look a little bit sour.

Of course, He Pingan and Han Li cooperated with each other and exclaimed. They even clapped their hands and exclaimed, "Master Yang, you are awesome!"

"Your Excellency Yang is brilliant and mighty, invincible."

"Without Master Yang, Wu Sheng would not have won so easily."

Yang Qing still pretended to be reserved at this time, and touched his goatee: "Hey, some small things are not worth mentioning."

"By the way, Master Yang, why did you come back so quickly this time? It's a great opportunity. Don't wander around Yanzhou for a few more days."

Han Li raised his eyebrows and cast several "winks" at Yang Qing in succession. The meaning in his eyes was very clear, and any man could understand it.

"Hey, I thought I'd finish the official business, and then go to Gunzhou to hang around for a few days to taste the style of Yanzhou."

Yang Qing sighed, and then said: "It's a pity that Wu Sheng's fighting skills with ghosts and immortals have alarmed His Majesty."

"The sage passed down an oral order, ordering us to immediately escort the traces of fighting back to Beijing."

"Who told us Jane to be in the heart of the emperor, why don't we hurry up and come back."

He Pingan secretly laughed, his name was not on the oral statement at all.

But when the governor of Yanzhou saw that Qin Zhongxi was seriously injured, he simply brought the two of them back together.

Rather than being escorted, it is better to say that the governor of Yanzhou escorted them.

Just as the three of them were chatting in full swing, Master Wang on the sixth floor came down from upstairs.

"Master Yang, I heard that you got the opportunity to be a martial artist when you went out this time?"

Master Wang didn't know where he heard the news, and even Yang Qing's address was changed.

"A few small chances are nothing to worry about."

Yang Qing waved his hand pretentiously, as if he didn't take this matter to heart, and then pointed to his black hair and said: "However, these days, I obviously feel much better, even my hair is fine. It's gone completely black."

A hint of envy flashed in Master Wang's eyes. Yang Qing's physical body had declined, and he had already shown his old age.

But at this time, the white hair has turned black, and the physical body is much younger, and it is hoped to break through the third rank of Confucianism and Taoism.

"Then congratulations, Master Yang."

"By the way, what does that Martial Saint look like, can you tell us about it?"

Master Wang showed a trace of yearning on his face.

"Old Wang, you are asking the right person."

Yang Qing chuckled, his thoughts moved slightly, and a mighty righteousness gushed out from his chest, showing a light and shadow in front of everyone.

In mid-air, the appearance of the three crazy Taoists appeared in front of everyone.

Tall, with a childlike face, white hair, beard like a halberd, wearing a tattered blue Taoist robe, just a light and shadow, giving people a sense of immortality.

"it is good!"

Master Wang sighed in admiration, took out the pen and ink from his bosom, and wrote like a god, flamboyant and phoenix dancing. In just a few breaths, he drew the appearance of the three crazy Taoists on the rice paper.

On the pure white rice paper, Sanlun Daoist rode a five-clawed golden dragon under him, punching into the void with his fist, showing the majesty of a martial saint.

"You old man, you actually prostituted the images of martial saints for nothing!"

Only then did Yang Qing react, and quickly put away the images of the three crazy Taoists.

But it was already too late, with the last touch on the eyes, Sanlun Daoist seemed to come alive, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he jumped off the paper.

Master Wang is the fifth grade of Taoism, and he also studied painting, and has reached the sixth grade of painting.

Although it is not as good as the upper three grades of painting, the brush has a spirit, the pen is true, the painting style is cool, and the painting is gold and silver.

However, Master Wang also made the paintings of the three crazy Taoists lifelike, injecting his own spirit into them, which already has the effect of deterring Xiaoxiao and exorcising evil spirits.

"Your speech is too harsh, but you just admired the heroic posture of Wu Sheng, how can you call it a prostitute."

Master Wang kept his face unchanged, put away the pen and ink, and turned his true essence to dry up the ink on the rice paper.

"Don't be shameless, old man. If you can draw it without the video I provided, give it to me!"

Seeing that Wu Sheng's painting was completed, Yang Qing immediately reached out to snatch it, but Master Wang had already prepared for it, and with a change of mind, the scroll had disappeared.

"Hey, don't grab it, now I have the appearance of a martial artist in my heart, and I will draw a picture for you later."

Master Wang pushed aside Yang Qing's An Lushan's claws, and said hastily.

"One painting is not enough. When you draw this painting in the future, it must have my signature!"

Yang Qing vowed to defend his patent right to the death, then paused and added: "If you sell the painting, I will give you [-]% of the profit!"

He is too aware of the preciousness of first-hand portraits of martial arts saints. As long as there are portraits leaked out, Xuanyang City will definitely snatch them crazy.

Master Wang weighed the strength gap between himself and Yang Qing, and finally he could only reluctantly agree: "Okay, I will sign your name!"

"But at most, [-]% of the profit will be paid for selling paintings!"

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　　During this period of time, I didn’t go to bed until two o’clock in the evening every night. Without your support, the police might not be able to persevere. Thank you!

　　
　
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