Weng Qianxiang turned around and revealed his true face.
Compared with Zhong Qi's appearance as a middle-aged uncle before, Weng Qianxiang's true appearance at this time can be said to be too eye-catching. His clothes are still the same rustic clothes, but his face has really turned into a pretty boy.
!
Weng Qianxiang's real appearance has the feminine beauty of a man, with a small face, thin lips, and starry eyes and sharp eyebrows. If he goes to film, he will definitely be the leading male candidate in the Tanmei drama!
Not only her appearance has changed, but Weng Qianxiang's figure has also changed from fat and round to slender and tall. Her previous height of 1.7 meters is now a full 1.8 meters!
Even Yan Shou couldn't help but marveled when he saw it.
"I'm sorry, is this what you really look like?"
Long Feicheng walked around Weng Qianxiang several times in disbelief.
Weng Qianxiang lowered his head and said, "Yes."
His voice also became much more childish.
"It seems that you should be about the same age as us." Wang Ji said.
"I only turned twenty this year."
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but shake their heads.
No one believes it!
The main reason is that Weng Qianxiang has changed so much before and after this that it is difficult to accept.
But this also reflects the superb skills of the painter, even more than pretending to be real.
If you want to change your identity, it's not just as simple as changing a human skin. Weng Qianxiang's previous behavior, voice and accent are completely different from today. Learning how to paint skin and change face is just the foundation. You have to act like another person vividly and without leakage.
, is the real difficulty.
"Don't believe it. I usually don't dare to show my true face to others. I only took off my disguise because you and I are both descendants of folk sects." Weng Qianxiang explained.
Long Feicheng stepped forward and rubbed Weng Qianxiang's face vigorously, until his face turned red and burned before he stopped.
"It seems to be real leather this time." Long Feicheng said looking at the dead skin in his hand.
Weng Qianxiang covered his face and said aggrievedly: "You still don't believe me when I told you..."
Yan Shouyi said in a deep voice: "I don't care what your true face looks like. Now I only have three questions to ask you. As long as you answer truthfully, we will help you untie your shackles and take you out of the dungeon."
Hearing that there was such a good thing, Weng Qianxiang was definitely willing to do it.
Yan Shouyi:
"First, how do you know we are from a folk sect? It seems that except Luo Ning, no one else revealed their identity just now, right?"
Weng Qianxiang hurriedly explained: "I have known for a long time that you are the descendant of Lu Ban. Now I have nothing to hide. I went to Shanghang Art School just to get close to you, wondering if I could have a chance to steal from you.
Go to Luban
Book, before I had time to start, I was caught by the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain and brought here... As for the others, such as this little brother, the kitchen knife in his hand was clearly the knife of the person who borrowed the knife. With my little eyesight,
I still see them."
Yan Shouyi was frightened for a while, but he didn't expect that Weng Qianxiang would actually have an idea for Lu Banshu.
Fortunately, it was the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain who took action.
He nodded slightly and then asked:
"You just said that you have a roster in your hand, which records the information of the heirs of folk sects. Is this true or false? Where is the roster now?"
This question is quite sensitive. Weng Qianxiang's face turned gloomy for a while, and he thought for a long time before answering: "The roster is real. That roster was collected by my master with great pains, in order to seize the handle of the successors of these folk sects, and say in the future
Maybe it will come in handy. As for where the roster is, I can't tell you."
Yan Shouyi looked at Weng Qianxiang up and down, and said with a smile: "The roster is such an important thing, you must carry it with you, right?"
"Haha, how is that possible!" Weng Qianxiang laughed guiltily.
But he soon stopped laughing, because Wang Jixiang and Luo Ning were already sandwiching him on the left and right.
Looking at this posture, if he is not willing to take the initiative, the two of them will fight for it.
Weng Qianxiang said hurriedly: "What are you doing? We are born from the same roots, why are you in such a hurry!"
"Old Wang, Luo Ning, wait a moment, we haven't reached the stage of snatching yet!"
Fortunately, Yan Shouyi stopped the two of them by drinking in time. He stepped forward and smiled at Weng Qianxiang: "Let's make a deal. We'll keep you safe. You give me the roster. You don't need the original, a copy will do. How about it?"
"
Weng Qianxiang asked weakly: "What if I don't agree?"
"Then we can only steal it openly." Yan Shouyi sighed and looked at Luo Ning and Wang Ji.
Luo Ning and Wang Jiquang didn't care about their old relationship, and they both smiled sinisterly at Weng Qianxiang.
Weng Qianxiang closed his eyes and swallowed, as if he was making a decision that went against his ancestors. In the end, in order to survive, he agreed:
"Keep me safe and protect me down the mountain. From now on, we will owe nothing to each other. Don't bother me in the future!"
"It's a deal." Yan Shouyi stretched out his hand.
Weng Qianxiang sighed and could only shake hands with Yan Shouyi.
The deal between the two parties was concluded, and Weng Qianxiang joined Yan Shouyi's team.
Nowadays, the Xinxuanshan Sect is becoming more and more powerful, and Yan Shouyi also realizes that if he is determined to confront the Xinxuanshan Sect, it is not enough to rely on these few friends around him.
He must unite more descendants of folk sects, just like his father Yan Qiu united the group of people of the old Xuanshan sect.
Only when everyone unites together can folk sects have a future and continue!
Therefore, the roster in Weng Qianxiang's hands is very important to Yan Shouyi.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Shouyi asked the third question: "Last question, in which direction is the group of people who wanted to kill you just now?"
Weng Qianxiang pointed in a direction, and then said nervously: "Why are you asking this? Are you trying to trouble them? It's not that I look down on you, you are indeed very powerful, but you are definitely no match for those people!
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"We have our own plans whether to advance or retreat. Anyway, you can survive if we live. If we die, you will most likely not survive." Yan Shou said.
Weng Qianxiang was speechless for a while, it seemed that he had really boarded a pirate ship.
But he immediately thought of something and said quickly: "When I ran away, that group of people seemed to have met their opponents. Although I ran away in a panic, I vaguely saw that they had lost a lot of people."
Kang Jinlong and the others lost their hands in the dungeon?
This is great news!
Yan Shouyi quickly asked: "The hands they broke were the people imprisoned in the dungeon, or the people in robes and masks they brought themselves?"
"Yes, yes, it's the person wearing the mask!" Weng Qianlian nodded, "They look like they are not easy to mess with, so when I see them dead, I feel relieved, thinking that even if I die here today,
It can be considered as a supporter!"
Yan Shou turned around and looked at Liu Yiren and the others, and everyone already had a plan in mind.
So Yan Shou said: "Weng Qianxiang, please lead the way and take us back to have a look!"
Weng Qianxiang's expression changed, and he looked downcast: "Isn't it right? Do you really want to go back?!"