Chapter 1182： Man in the picture

Below this point, a golden light curtain suddenly appeared, appearing in the air.

Above the golden light curtain, a fascinating shadow was looming, and it began to gradually become clear. Under that almost perfect figure, supporting the wild beauty, it was Su Yu of Xuegong undoubtedly.

The white-clothed man smiled and looked up into the sky, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"The beauty of this girl, her eyes seem to be alive, but Xiongtai's sweetheart?" After the white-clothed man retracted his gaze, he turned to look at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen heard a wry smile, and after looking at the light curtain in mid-air for a long time, he shook his head slowly.

"It's just a friend, I'd like to invite my husband to paint..." Lu Chen looked at the phantom of the light curtain in the air and said in a low voice.

The white-clothed man nodded slightly, and didn't say much. He waved his arm and opened the blank scroll in front of him.

After glancing at the phantom of the light curtain in the air, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed man, and he did not know when there was an extra brush in his hand.

Without a glance at the light curtain, the brush in his palm turned, and lines of uneven thickness gradually appeared on the blank scroll.

The white-clothed young man painted seriously, the paintbrush in his hand was flying, as if he was immersed in the painting.

Although this person has no power to cultivate, when he is painting, his whole body is exuding a sense of speechlessness.

"This person... is not vulgar." Lu Chen's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but glance at the person in front of him again.

He is now a powerful man in the late stage of transforming the gods. At this moment, he was painted by a mortal, which affected his mind and made the strength of his body's cultivation become a little restless.

Not long after that, the flying paintbrushes of the man in white gradually slowed down. It was obvious that the scroll was finished and the finishing touch was being made.

After finishing the painting, it was almost dusk. The man in white put away his paintbrush, raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuffs. Looking at his work, his face showed a satisfied smile.

"Brother, please look over!" The white-clothed man laughed, and then the picture scroll was shown to Lu Chen.

The appearance of Su Yu on the scroll is lifelike, as if it were photocopied, but without losing the charm of his pen and ink, it is really the work of a master.

Lu Chen's eyes flickered slightly, staring at the picture scroll in front of him, and for a moment he was a little lost.

"Mr.'s writing is like a god, Lu admires, what is the price of this painting?" Lu Chen couldn't help but exclaimed.

If this painting weren't by Lu Chen, he would never believe that it was made by a mortal when he saw this person draw it with his own eyes.

The white-clothed man smiled slightly, shook his head gently, and handed the scroll in his hand to Lu Chen.

"This painting doesn't accept any money, and you can see that Xiongtai is extraordinary. It must be a monk from Fengcheng. Yanmou has something to ask for, but I don't know if Xiongtai can agree to it." The white-clothed man raised his head and looked at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen took the picture scroll, took a look, put it in the storage ring, and then looked at the person in front of him.

"What's the matter with you, but it's okay to say it." Lu Chen gave a faint smile and nodded to the person.

Hearing this, the white-clothed man raised his hands and clasped his fists to Lu Chen: "I have a little girl. A few days ago, Yan Mou suddenly disappeared, but there was no trace of it. He hoped that his brother could help. "

Lu Chen's eyes flickered, and after thinking about it for a moment, he nodded slightly. If he is missing a person, he only needs to use that person's personal belongings as a guide. It is not a difficult task to use the technique of attracting spirits.

"Do you have the personal accessories of your little girl in your hands now?" Lu Chen asked in a low voice.

Hearing the words, the man in white showed a thinking hand on his face, and after a while, he slowly shook his head.

"Xiongtai promised to help, and Yanxiu is very grateful. The little girl's personal accessories are naturally in a certain home. If it is too late today, I don't know if Xiongtai will have time tomorrow." Yanxiu once again raised his hand to Lu Chen and slowly Opened his mouth and said.

Lu Chen smiled indifferently, nodded slightly and said, "Lu will stay in Fengcheng these days. Next time you go out to the stall, remember to bring out your little girl's accessories."

"Thank you Brother Lu, if you can find the little girl, Yan Mou will thank you again." Yan Xiu said with gratitude on his face and said to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen nodded lightly, and then didn't say much, turned and walked towards the street of the windmill.

After his figure walked away, the white-clothed painter Yan Xiu, looking in the direction of Lu Chen's disappearance, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a breeze, and the entire painting stall, together with Yan Xiu, disappeared into the street corner out of thin air.

At this time, Lu Chen had already left this place. The painter in his heart was just a few mortals, so that after he left, he didn't take this person to heart.

It was getting late, and the streets of Fengcheng gradually became empty. Lu Chen walked forward slowly, planning to find a restaurant to live in for the night.

Although Hong Ji's Red Garden was pretty good, he always felt that he was a little uncomfortable living there, which was why he came out.

At this moment, Lu Chen's gaze suddenly flashed, and his figure abruptly stopped and looked into the air.

Following his gaze, he saw a stream of light appearing in the mid-air, and it was only in an instant that a beautiful woman in a purple dress appeared in front of him.

"Little girl, Zi, I have seen the owner of the garden!" After the woman in the purple skirt appeared, she immediately bowed to Lu Chen's concubine.

Lu Chen's eyes were calm, and after a glance at the person in front of him, he already knew that this woman should undoubtedly be from the Red Garden.

"Hong Ji asked you to come to me?" Lu Chen looked at Azi and asked in a low voice.

"Return to the owner, Hong Ji's sister is preparing to go to Dongcheng Mansion tonight, and the special girl is here to invite the owner to go." Ah Zi also quickly replied.

Lu Chen's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and his face looked down with a thoughtful look. It seemed that this Hong Ji had been planning for the position of the city lord for a long time.

"You can't hold back so quickly..." Lu Chen secretly said inwardly, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he looked up at the woman in front of him.

After pondering for a while, he nodded slightly to the woman, motioning for her to lead the way.

This Fengcheng Lu Chen didn't want to stay too long, and Su Yu now didn't know where he was. He wanted to help Na Hongji get the city lord as soon as possible.

"Owner, please come with me." After Ah Zi finished speaking, her figure stepped into the air and headed towards the east of the wind city.

Lu Chen didn't talk too much either, his figure disappeared from the street at the same time, and he followed Azi's back. The two of them were not slow, just less than three breaths, and they stopped at a large mansion door. before.

In front of this mansion, Hong Ji and the two women seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Seeing Lu Chen came here, he stepped forward and bowed to him.