Fu Shifeng

Chapter 262: Writing Appearance Graphics
After Afu said these words, she left the Governor's Mansion, her inner unhappiness palpable.

"Make Cheng Langjun laugh."

When the two of them were alone together, Yan Fengjun's tone became friendly and kind: "There have been fires everywhere recently, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is short of manpower, so I can only ask you to bear more."

Cheng Sanwu brought himself a plate of pastries and asked casually: "What? Is there another trouble elsewhere?"

"There are people in the court who form cliques for personal gain, and several princes and dukes are involved." Yan Fengjun sighed, and then asked, "What is Cheng Langjun's opinion on this?"

"Opinion? What insight?" Cheng Sanwu said while eating: "How can a person like me understand the important affairs of the court? It's just where to go and kill a few."

"Mr. Cheng Lang is open-minded." Yan Fengjun pondered for a moment, and then said: "However, the disputes in the court are all trivial. There is an important event recently, which is closely related to our Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Sanwu finished the cake in a few seconds.

Yan Fengjun said: "More than two months ago, a thief suddenly broke into the forbidden area and stole several treasures from the treasury."

"Ah? Was there a thief in the palace?" Cheng Sanwu was shocked: "Are you crazy? How dare you steal from a saint?"

"At that time, the saint moved to Lishan and was not in Chang'an." Yan Fengjun paid attention to the other party's tone and demeanor, as if he wanted to see something from it: "These days, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is tracking down the thieves who stole the imperial treasury, so there are many The matter was delayed, and it was too late to send you a helping hand."

Cheng Sanwu was in disbelief: "Is it possible that the thief hasn't been caught yet?"

"This incident has caused a great loss of face to the entire Imperial Guard. In order to catch the thief, a group of masters were lost. Even Zhan Mengjun and Tu Weijun were seriously injured." Yan Fengjun said.

"No way?" Cheng Sanwu clasped his fingers and said, "The two people you mentioned are both ten years old. If you can't even defeat them, how powerful must the thieves be?"

"Have you ever heard of Master Wen, Master Cheng?" Yan Fengjun asked.

"Master Wen? I seem to have heard of it." Cheng Sanwu thought about it carefully, then slapped the table: "I remember, could it be that Saint from the East China Sea?"

"Yes." Yan Fengjun stared at Cheng Sanwu closely: "He is the person who robbed the treasury this time."

"Aren't you kidding me?" Cheng Sanwu looked in disbelief and waved his hands and said, "Those were people from 100 years ago, how could they still be alive today?"

"If you cultivate to the innate realm, your lifespan will be unpredictable." Yan Fengjun said: "I heard that Master is known as the Saint of the East China Sea. It can be seen that he already had the innate realm before the founding of this dynasty."

"Here we go again, always reaching the innate realm." Cheng Sanwu rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky: "What we, martial arts practitioners, hate most is the bullshit realm. Gu Lianshan was almost blown up to the sky before, but it's not the same. Being hacked to death by me? Besides, you’ve lived for 100 years and done nothing, and now you’re stealing things from the palace?”

"Mr. Cheng Lang, don't believe it?" Yan Fengjun asked: "There are more than one masters in this world who are successful in cultivation and have stayed in this world for a long time. You are close to Mr. Shangzhang, so you know it best."

Cheng Sanwu smiled casually: "Okay, let's assume it's really Master Wen, but why did he break into the palace and steal things? I heard that he made great contributions in the early years of this dynasty, so I might as well reveal his identity and ask for a reward. Isn’t that enough? The saint won’t refuse to give it, right?”

Yan Fengjun was very curious: "Is Cheng Langjun thinking so?"

"I joined the Ministry of Internal Affairs and worked hard, didn't I just want to get a fortune?" Cheng Sanwu suddenly lowered his voice: "By the way, didn't Eunuch Feng say anything to put down the rebellion this time?"

Seeing Cheng Sanwu's excited and greedy expression, Yan Fengjun asked, "What reward does Mr. Cheng want?"

Cheng Sanwu thought for a moment and scratched his head in confusion: "I really haven't thought about it right now. I'll just owe it to you first."

Yan Fengjun observed for a long time, and then said: "I heard that Master broke into the prison and stole, please also pay attention to Mr. Cheng."

"Pay attention? Why pay attention? I don't even know what Master Wen looks like." Cheng Sanwu said.

When Yan Fengjun heard this, he said, "I will order someone to send a copy of the appearance later."

"Let me declare in advance, if Master Wen is as powerful as the legend says, I cannot guarantee that he will be captured and brought to justice." Cheng Sanwu said, wagging his fingers.

"Of course." Yan Fengjun smiled slightly.

……

Yan Fengjun did not stay in Jiangdu for too long. He first interrogated a group of rebels in the dungeon and executed several of them directly. Then he went to Xiuyunfang to meet Mr. Ye, learned about the situation before and after the rebellion, and then ordered someone to escort the rebels there. Chang'an, he himself left first with the files.

After bidding farewell to Cheng Sanwu and Afu, Yan Fengjun first headed north for a while to make sure no one was following or watching, then turned back south, flying against the wind all the way until he landed in Wuxian County, Suzhou.

Looking at several deep houses and courtyards in the northeast corner of the city that have been reduced to ruins, there are dozens of ordinary people picking up the remaining bricks and tiles.

As Wuxian County experienced war, many residential buildings were damaged.For ordinary people, the bricks and tiles used in the mansions of wealthy families are inherently good building materials. As long as every brick and wood is not completely destroyed, they will be used as much as possible.

Yan Fengjun raised his arm, his sleeves fluttered, and the mighty wind and waves were accumulating in it. Just when he was about to send out, suddenly there was a piece of ink rippling around, like a long scroll surrounding the ruins of the house.

The dozens of people noticed something strange, and as soon as they raised their heads to take a look, the ink and ink on the scroll changed unpredictably, and their eyes immediately became empty, and they stood there motionless.

"Although the strong wind is strong, it may not be able to enchant the five senses and six senses."

But I saw a painter in civilian clothes, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, which contained scrolls of picture albums. He wore a long-legged turban on his head. He was tall, thin, with a gray beard. He was holding a bamboo pen in his hand. He scanned the ruins with squinting eyes and shook his head: "It's full of devastation. If the fighting continues, I'm afraid the entire Wu County will be razed to the ground."

"Thank you Yongjun for taking action. I am indeed not good at psychedelic perception." Yan Fengjun cupped his hands and said.

"The paintings in this world are meant to confuse the senses. Paintings of immortals and Buddhas are sacred and can make ordinary people worship them. Paintings of ghosts and ghosts in hell can make ordinary people fear and obey." Yong Jun raised his pen and made a blank stroke: "But you, you have obviously cultivated yourself. Don’t you think it’s strange that you are leading a group of demons and monsters with a pure and upright spirit?”

Yan Fengjun smiled and asked, "Does Yongjun think he is a monster?"

"Of course!" Zhu Yongjun replied without any hesitation: "Back then, my teacher said that I was stubborn and had a biased approach to writing. I was dissatisfied, so I vowed to draw an unprecedented picture of hell and present it in the human world. . Such intentions can be described as the devil among humans."

"I have always respected Yongjun's honesty the most," Yan Fengjun said. "When a painter writes, he does not draw what he sees with his eyes, but what he creates in his heart." As Yong Jun walked past the dull and distracted ordinary people, his brush strokes were outlined and the ink was smudged. A scroll flew out of the bamboo basket behind him and hung in the air. Dozens of people The common people were printed directly into the painting.

It's just that they are different from the dull and absent-minded people in the original paintings. The appearance of these ordinary people in the scrolls is full of panic and fear, showing various expressions and movements, lifelike.

He twisted his beard and pondered, watching Yong Jun look at the newly completed painting. He was not happy at all. He added a few more strokes casually. The characters in the painting were either mutilated or burned by fire. They seemed silent, but Yan Fengjun But he could sense waves of shrill screams echoing through the sea of ​​consciousness.

This Yongjun technique is based on Danqing painting and is mysterious and profound.He may not be very powerful in fighting and killing, but his magic is weird and unpredictable. He can even seal living people into paintings through painting and let them manipulate and torture them.

As if he was not satisfied with his new painting, Zhu Yongjun sighed easily, raised his pen, and the scroll turned into a sea of ​​fire, burning everything. The screams that echoed in the sea of ​​​​consciousness were quickly cut off, and dozens of people who were sealed in the painting were People die without leaving any embers.

Yan Fengjun watched coldly, saying nothing while the other party was painting.After Zhu Yongjun finished killing the people, he took the initiative and said, "Okay, it's time to get down to business. Do you want to recreate the battle here?"

"Exactly." Yan Fengjun nodded.

"But I think the situation here must be a battle between masters. I may not be able to draw a complete picture." Yong Jun looked around.

Yan Fengjun added: "I'm here to 'catch the wind' and gather the air-entraining mechanism; you're here to 'catch the shadow' and take the rhyme into a picture. In this way, we can definitely recreate the previous battle."

"Then you can start." Yong Jun said nothing nonsense. With a few snaps of his fingers, the scroll flew out of the bamboo basket and unfolded on its own. His wrist moved slightly, as if it was brewing.

But Yan Fengjun raised his arms, his clothes swayed, and the mysterious wind flowed up and down, and then spread, but it did not disturb the outside world at all, not even the dust and gravel moved.

The subtle mysterious wind is like picking up the invisible pulse and finding out the traces of the past that remain here, just like digging into the rolling torrent to fish out a koi carp.

After successfully catching the wind, Yan Fengjun twisted a ball of fine energy between his two fingers and flicked it towards the tip of Yong Jun's pen.

The tip of the brush was dyed with ink, and Yong Jun immediately waved his brush. The scroll was laid out and transformed into the space between heaven and earth. The surrounding ruins returned to their original appearance in a trance, and a group of houses appeared to be like one.

Flying to the inner courtyard, he saw Taotie confronting Zhang Su, with Jiang Chuliu standing beside him. Everything was motionless, as if in a painting.

"Sure enough." Yan Fengjun looked at the face that was exactly the same as Cheng Sanwu's, his expression became more solemn.

"Don't be deceived by the appearance of the skin." Yong Jun also came to the courtyard together and pointed at Taotie: "I'm afraid this person is no longer Zhao Yang Jun. When I started writing, I sensed an extremely ancient aura, which was related to me. The reckless martial artist I saw from a distance is completely different."

Yan Fengjun didn't respond and raised his hand to make a false move. The scene changed instantly. Zhang Su's limbs had been twisted and he was lying in the corner. Jiang Chuliu was seriously injured. There was a person standing behind him.

"Is he Master Wen?" Yong Jun couldn't help but tremble with the pen in his hand, as if a living thing was frightened.

"Correct."

Yan Fengjun stared at Master Wen and recalled that more than a month ago, he led the other two of the Ten Taisui, the three Yinlong Divisions, and more than 70 masters from the Internal Affairs Department, constantly trying to pursue and intercept him.

Finally, they headed north, across the desert, and reached the shore of the vast sea. A fierce battle officially broke out between the two sides.

That battle was earth-shattering. Lord Yan Feng commanded Baji Gangfeng without any reservation. Lord Tu Wei released Niwan's restriction and went wild and started fighting. Lord Zhan Meng showed up as a white elephant and exerted great force.

There are also three Yinlongsi deities, who cover the sky with seven-jeweled canopies, lock the ground with golden dragon piles, and lay out barrier formations in an attempt to block Master Wen from breathing in the energy of heaven and earth.

But even with all the arrangements, it was still a disastrous failure.

The Saint of the East China Sea was so fast with his physical skills that the wind could not catch up with him; his palm skills were so strong that he made the white elephant bend to his knees; his moves were so exquisite that the irrational Tu Weijun cried for mercy.

As for the three Yinlongsi who came from the clan, each received a slap and a kick from Master Wen.

In the end, the Seven Treasures Canopy collapsed, the Fulong Golden Pillar broke, the vast sea rolled up into hundreds of feet of waves, and thousands of hectares of snow fell from the distant mountains. Master Wen left the battlefield in a swagger, leaving a mess on the ground.

Yan Fengjun, who has already reached the innate realm, has never experienced such a disastrous defeat. His confrontation with Master Wen made him understand what "powerlessness" means.

Yan Fengjun gathered his thoughts, raised his hand and looked at the scenes of Taotie and Master Wen fighting several times.Even the ancient evil that could turn the courtyard here into ruins would still be at a disadvantage when facing Master Wen.

"This Master Wen...is he really that powerful?" Zhu Yongjun watched Master Wen knock Taotie down with one palm, and couldn't help but ask: "As far as I know, the name of the Saint of the East China Sea is actually that he went out on a boat to the sea and escaped into hiding. Later, Hongfan Academy was established to show respect. He was a Confucian of the first generation. After all, he was based on education, and I have never heard of how high his martial arts was."

"Hongfan Academy is the first sect of martial arts. I heard that Master's martial arts are only high and not low." Yan Fengjun said in a deep voice.

"Of course I understand." Zhu Yongjun lowered his head and glanced down. The pen in his hand was beating wildly, as if it was an omen: "But his current ability, not to mention the present, looking at the past and present, thousands of generations, how many people can match it?" Comparable?"

"I also feel something is different." Yan Fengjun had seen Fu Shifeng assist Emperor Taizu in the fierce battle with Liu Xuantong a hundred years ago. At that time, Master Wen was not Liu Xuantong's opponent, but now Master Wen's cultivation is probably far better than before Liu Xuantong.

Yan Fengjun raised his hand to make a false move, and the light and shadow changed several times. Finally, he saw the five palm commanders of Fu Shifeng arriving. Although the method of catching wind and shadow could only reproduce the light and shadow, and could not hear what they said, he just saw the five palm commanders. Describing his appearance is an unprecedented gain.

Watching Taotie break free from his restraints and about to fight to the death with Master Wen, the horizontal knife from his waist suddenly flew away, carrying the flaming wind and piercing his chest. Yan Fengjun murmured when he saw this:
"The Yanfeng Sword Technique? Could this be Cheng Sanwu's method of restraining Taotie?"

As soon as he said these words, the pen tube in Yong Jun's hand broke directly, and the scene in front of him disappeared in an instant.

"That's it." Yong Jun took out a handkerchief to wipe the nosebleed, and his face suddenly turned pale: "Prying into the past of so many masters in one breath, I estimate that I will have to rest for several years. Don't come to me if you have anything to do in the future."

"Thank you Yongjun." Yan Fengjun took out the elixir to replenish vitality and gave it to the other party. He asked with a smile: "I just wonder if you can draw the figures of Fu Shifeng just now so that we can investigate?"

Reluctantly, Yong Jun took out a few pieces of paper and shook his hand, and the five commanders of Fu Shifeng appeared on them.

"That's all. I won't do the hard work for you."

(End of this chapter)