When Jiang Yan carried Yan Niang into the room, he immediately released the charming woman in his arms and threw her to the ground.
But Yanniang's skills were very good. Just when she was about to fall, she just turned over and sat firmly on the table, and her legs crossed each other to reveal her snow-white skin.
"You don't know how to show mercy to women," Yanniang complained.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point. What do you want me to do?"
"I just want you to spend the night with me, or me to spend the night with you..." Yan Niang's voice makes people's bones melt.
Jiang Yan stood up and left, until Yan Niang blocked the door and looked at Jiang Yan resentfully.
"He is really a man who doesn't understand the charm. My people have brought some news from outside. I think you should be very interested."
"About whom."
"Of course it's about your Qingdu." Yanniang smiled.
Jiang Yan could not leave Wufeng City until he could no longer protect himself, but he was very concerned about the situation outside because he knew that he could not be trapped here forever. As long as he accumulated enough strength, he would definitely leave here.
"Talk about it."
"The Baiyang Sect has occupied the entire Yunzhou, demolished all the academies and rebuilt them into Baiyang Temple.
But you people in Yunzhou are just as stubborn as you. You would rather die than believe in the Baiyang God. Therefore, countless people died throughout Yunzhou, with corpses piled up like mountains and rivers of blood flowing.
Those guys in your Wenfu are really capable of making trouble. When the Baiyang Sect massacred the people of Yunzhou, the scribes scattered all over the country also started to fight back.
The scribes headed by Zheng Danxia searched for the hidden Baiyang Sect throughout the Yuling Continent. In just six months, thirty-one masters of the Baiyang Sect died in his hands, including a sixth-level Wangxian!"
"It's all within reason. I'm not the only one who remembers Qingdu's hatred."
Jiang Yan clenched his fists. He also wanted to kill all the Baiyang Sect members himself, but now was not the time.
"But there are people with power scattered throughout the Qing capital, and it seems that they already have many followers."
"who?"
"Zhuji cannot resist Qi Cifeng!"
This should have been a happy thing. Qi Cifeng was the senior brother of Lu Daoxuan and Wei Changli, and he was also a powerful man who had also reached the peak of Yuling Continent. However, Jiang Yan frowned and was worried.
When he was trapped in Gupo Mountain, Yan Ji once mentioned to him that the leader of the Baihu Nine Elders Association, Mr. Qing, was very familiar with the top secrets of the Wen Mansion and knew the methods of the scribes very well. From this, he inferred that this person was most likely to come from the Wen Mansion.
.
In addition to Wei Changli and Lu Daoxuan, there are only two people in Wenfu who have reached the level of Qingbo in so many years, Qi Cifeng and Huang Fuweng!
Jiang Yan has never met these two people, but Boss Qing is most likely one of them.
Although Qi Cifeng has been trapped in Beihai for many years, he is after all a disciple trained by the second generation lord Xiaoyao Gong and is also a legend of Wenfu.
It would have been a great thing to integrate the last strength of Wenfu with his strength and identity, but if Qi Cifeng is really the boss of Qing, these remaining strong men in Wenfu will most likely become a part of his ambition.
A knife.
"What did he do?"
Qi Cifeng was the only two elders among the scholars after the collapse of the Wen Mansion. Jiang Yan was willing to show him the utmost respect, but his elusive identity was always a big stone weighing on his heart.
"Qi Cifeng didn't make any big moves, and he didn't take crazy revenge on the people of the Baiyang Sect. Instead, he kept getting closer to the people who survived the last battle in the Wen Mansion.
Qianpo had known and dealt with this man many times when she was young. Qianpo had mentioned him countless times. This man himself was extremely dangerous. If he hadn't been imprisoned in Beihai for eight hundred years, he would most likely be the head of the Wen Mansion.
."
"Please help me keep an eye on Qi Cifeng, I want to know his every move." Jiang Yan said.
"This may be a bit difficult, after all, he is Qi Cifeng, but once I hear any signs of trouble, I will tell you as soon as possible."
"Thank you. There is another person I hope you can help me keep an eye on."
"who?"
"Huang Peiweng!"
Xunhuanfang attracts guests from all over the world, and is also the most well-informed place in Yuling Continent. Yanniang is the master of all the information, and there are not many secrets in this world to her.
But after mentioning Huang Peiwen, Yan Niang searched her mind for a long time, and then she thought of who this person was.
"Which mysterious palace painter? Hasn't he disappeared for more than two hundred years? Many people even rumored that he has died."
"My intuition tells me that he must still be alive!"
"Keeping an eye on Qi Cifeng is already tricky enough. Looking for Huang Peiweng, who has disappeared for two hundred years without any news, your two tasks are really more difficult than the other. I help you do such a difficult thing, you are
Shouldn’t you also pay me some compensation?”
As Yan Niang spoke, the gauze-like clothes on her body automatically fell off, and the graceful curves of her body that drove everyone crazy were revealed in front of her eyes. Not only that, Yan Niang also made some moves that made her nose bleed.
Jiang Yan sat upright, then took out a pen and paper from his bookcase, looked up and down at the body proportions, and then began to draw.
Yanniang looked at the man in front of her with a solemn expression, every stroke was just right, and the body that fascinated countless people looked like a clay sculpture in his eyes.
Jiang Yan's painting skills had reached the pinnacle, and a painting was completed in just half an hour. Yan Niang looked at the person in the painting in a daze.
The woman in the painting is topless, with her eyes slightly closed, leaning lazily on a chair. She is obviously an courtesan in a romantic scene, but the woman in the painting is not only not romantic at all, but also very noble and tranquil.
"Am I beautiful?" Yanniang suddenly asked.
"Beautiful, eternal beauty."
"Then why can't I see any lust in your eyes?"
"I am a painter, and in my eyes you are no different from the birds and animals I have painted, or the landscapes I have painted." Jiang Yan replied.
"If I say that you are the first person to see this body under the gauze, would you believe it?" Yanniang suddenly asked.
"I am very honored."
Jiang Yan left behind the painting he had just finished, then put the wine that had been on the table into the bookcase, which was his reward for painting, and then got up and left.
Yanniang looked at Jiang Gu's leaving figure. She, who was born in a romance field, showed the attitude of a little daughter, and even couldn't help but stamp her feet in resentment.
"Every time I come here, I know how to drink and paint. Just like Zhang Dian, the people in Wenfu are all idiots, idiots..."
When Jiang Yan was about to leave, Yaya was drinking with the people from Xunhuanfang.
"Little girl, we have agreed that no one is allowed to use spiritual power to dissolve the power of wine. If you lose, then take off a piece of clothing."
"What if I win?"
Yaya deliberately made a shy gesture, and even her tone was timid. Coupled with her exquisite and beautiful face, people couldn't help but sigh that this is a human spirit.
"If I lose, I'll teach you a secret technique!"
In order to satisfy his desires, a tattooed man patted his chest and paid the highest price.
"Okay then."
From being shy at the beginning, the smile on Yaya's face gradually became wilder.
Yaya stepped on the stool with one foot and slapped the wine table with one hand, shouting loudly. She was not very old, but she had grown up soaking in the liquor brewed by Xiong Hei Tart.
When it comes to drinking, Yaya only thinks that his alcoholic master is slightly better than her.
Soon, the tattooed man fell drunk on the table.
Yaya directly revealed her nature as a witch, took out the knife from her waist, and slapped the cold knife back on the man's face.
"Wake up, you loser, isn't this going to work? Miss, haven't you had enough to drink?"
With this method, Yaya has deceived many secrets.
It is a taboo not to teach the secrets of one palace, but these people are wanted criminals in eight palaces, so they don't care about this bullshit taboo.
Seeing so many people making noises, this man finally couldn't resist everyone's verbal criticism and obediently offered up a secret technique.
"Is there anyone else? Does anyone want to have a drink?" Yaya stood on the table and shouted.
"If it doesn't work out, I'll take off two pieces if I lose. Don't miss it if you pass by!"
Jiang Yan didn't say anything as he passed by. He grabbed the clothes around Yaya's neck, dragged her off the table and left.
Yaya still had some unfinished thoughts and kept waving at the people in Xunhuanfang.
"I'm going back first. If any of you want to have a drink together, let's do it next time..."
Jiang Yan really had a headache for Yaya, who grew up butchering pigs and then killing customers. It was even harder to train her into a lady.
"My eldest lady, do you know who those people are?"
Those who had been tattooed by the Eight Prefectures were all ruthless and ruthless people, and those who were wanted by the Eight Prefectures were able to escape here. Each of them had extraordinary strength. Jiang Yan was afraid that Yaya would suffer a loss at their hands one day.
"They are all my masters. I have learned more techniques from them over the years than you gave me."
Jiang Yan patted his forehead. He was a painter and she was a little butcher. He really didn't have much to give her.
"They are your masters, who am I?"
"You are my dad, okay!"
"father…"
Yaya hugged Jiang Chan's arm and shook it and started to scream coquettishly.
"Stop shouting, you are my father!" Jiang Yan said angrily.
Just as Yan Niang conveyed the news to him, Qi Cifeng became active again after a period of silence, especially having close contacts with the remaining people in the Wen Mansion.
Zheng Danxia had just pulled out a buried nail and burned down the Baiyang Temple. The people who believed in the Baiyang God, even ordinary people, were not spared and were slaughtered.
After doing all this, just as he was about to leave, a gust of breeze blew and there was another person in front of him.
"Who are you?" Zheng Danxia asked with some vigilance.
The man did not speak but took out a scroll to prove his identity. On it was a picture of Wenfu Jade Mirror Lake and Wengong Willow, as well as a day and a month appearing in the sky at the same time.
Zheng Danxia and the two scribes behind her looked a little surprised. People can fake things, but paintings can never be fake. This painting is famous throughout the history of the literati.
"The sun and the moon are in the mirror, are you Qi Cifeng?"
"According to seniority, you should call me uncle!" Qi Cifeng said