Chapter 89

After hearing Qinglong San's answer, Su Wei's face turned black.

The head of the gloomy and capable Xuanwu Hall disappeared, and there was only one person who was almost crazy: "This bastard..."

Su Wei grabbed his hair hard: "You didn't disturb him, did you?"

On Qinglongsan's expressionless face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if showing a smile uglier than crying.

"No, the brothers below all know that you can't disturb the second master at this time."

With a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Su Wei patted Qinglong San on the shoulder with a face full of helplessness: "You guys are interested, I'll go find him."

After finishing speaking, he left the hall with a sullen expression on his face.

Chen Luoyang frowned secretly.

But he didn't say much, it would be wrong to say too much in this situation, just wait and see what happens.

Anyway, Xixiang City was on their way to track down the monks of Qingliang Temple, so just drop by and leave without wasting time.

The chariot of the six dragons flew in the sky.

Soon, a city appeared on the distant horizon.

The Ancient God Peak, the main altar of the Demon Cult, is located among the mountains at the junction of Xiangzhou and Guangdong Province.

Originally, it was deep in the tens of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang, with few people and far away mountains and rivers.

But since the Devil's Cult took root here and made a fortune, the area has been developed more and better, with convenient transportation. Several majestic cities have been opened up and built, and the ancient god peak of the main altar is faintly surrounded on the periphery.

Xixiang City is one of them.

However, because of the recent war, in order to avoid the spread of the war, most of the civilians in the city under the rule of the demon religion were relocated.

Xixiang City is much sparser and more desolate than usual, only a few residents and members of the Demon Cult still stay here.

The head of the Demon Cult came in person, and those who knew it were immediately excited.

Although the leader's intention was to pass by and not stay, most of the remaining people in Xixiang City rushed out to pay their respects.

With a sullen face, Su Wei came to a courtyard in the city.

In the yard, an old man was painting, and another young man stood beside him and watched carefully.

The boy's hair is disheveled, neither tied nor crowned.

It looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and at the moment he is full of sincerity, with a longing and fanatical expression, watching the old man's painting attentively, his eyes are full of pure admiration.

The old man seemed very happy that someone admired his paintings, not only did not push people away, but he was cheerful.

The two of them drew one by one and looked at each other, and they were all engrossed in it, without thinking about people or things outside.

However, what left Su Wei speechless was that, as a person who liked to collect, the level of the old man's paintings was really not very good in his eyes.

He stepped forward and slapped the boy hard on the back.

Following here, Zhang Tianheng and Qinglong San who were standing next to him trembled in their hearts following Su Wei's movements.

"It's just such a limited number of people who can be called this master." Qinglong shook his head three times.

Zhang Tianheng, who has always been rebellious, snorted: "You guys are smart, you didn't recruit him, otherwise be careful to let him bleed on the spot to make paint."

"Second Master Su changed his hobbies to painting in the past two years, and it's actually much better." Qinglong San grinned: "It's better than when I was fond of sculpture a few years ago."

Zhang Tianheng rolled his eyes.

He is not afraid of powerful and brutal opponents.

But he didn't want to be company with a man who might have a convulsion at any time and his head was out of order.

When the people next to him were slandering him, Su Wei slapped the boy on the back.

The young man seemed to have just recovered, and turned to look at Su Wei.

The appearance of the two is at least seven or eight points similar.

However, this young man's spirit was much stronger than Su Wei's, his face was radiant, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his face was handsome.

"Brother?"

The teenager blinked.

He grabbed Su Wei, pointed at the old painter with a smile and said, "Brother, take a look, this is simply a saint of painting."

The old man was also alarmed at this time, and was surprised to see that Su Wei, Zhang Tianheng and a group of people were added to the courtyard.

With his vision, how could he recognize a demon leader of this level?

But Su Wei standing in front of him made him feel as if he was facing a mountain.

The old man hastily said: "It's hard for an old man to entertain himself."

Su Wei wished he could plant his younger brother in the ground.

"Let's go." He finally calmed down and said lightly.

The young man hastily unfolded a scroll: "Brother, wait a moment, I haven't asked Mr. to comment on my painting yet."

The scroll unfolded, revealing a landscape with splashed ink.

Although the brushwork is immature, it has a special charm in it.

The old man's drawing skills are not good, but his eyesight is also very sharp, so he nodded slightly.

But he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His nose fluttered, and after sniffing twice, he couldn't help showing doubts: "Where is the smell of blood coming from?"

The old man looked at the scroll, then at the boy, feeling more and more uneasy.

The boy was full of anticipation: "How is it?"

"Not much!" Before the old man could speak, Su Wei replied coldly, and put his hand on the young man's shoulder: "The leader is waiting for us, do you want him to wait?"

"Senior brother?" The young man's expression was a little straight, but his eyes were brighter: "Senior brother is back?"

Only then did he completely turn his attention away from the old man and his paintings in front of him.

Then, with a feeling in his heart, he turned his head and looked in one direction.

I was seeing the six dragon emperor's chariot in the distant sky.

The young man laughed, grabbed his own painting, and flew towards the Six Dragon Emperor's chariot: "I'll show it to senior brother."

Su Wei rubbed his eyebrows in distress.

Zhang Tianheng spread his hands at him.

Following the young man, the Devil's Cult group all returned to the imperial chariot of the Six Dragons.

The courtyard, which was still full before, became empty in an instant, leaving only the old man with a dazed expression on his face.

"...teach... the leader?!" The old man suddenly trembled, feeling his knees go weak.

The figure of that young man was on the six dragon emperor's chariot in a blink of an eye.

"Brother, you are back." He walked into the hall with a smile.

In the hall, Chen Luoyang looked at each other quietly.

In fact, he was a little confused.

This kid is that Xuanwuyi?

Su Wei's younger brother, Su Ye?

Did he call me Senior Brother?

While digesting the newly obtained information, Chen Luoyang looked calm, and reprimanded, "Irritable."

The tone is not harsh.

There is even a faint sense of casualness because of intimacy.

Listening to Su Ye's address to him, and seeing that the other party came to him without passing the word, Chen Luoyang knew a little about it, with a look of habit.

Being reprimanded by the leader, Su Ye shrank her neck.

With the intention of begging for praise, he boldly unfolded the scroll: "Brother, this is my latest work."

Chen Luoyang smelled the blood, looked at the painting, and then at Su Ye.

This kid, paint with blood?

... Beast blood, or human blood?

"Shut up, calm down." Chen Luoyang said lightly, "Your nephew is lost."

"...Xiaoyuan?" Su Ye blinked, his face full of confusion: "He also came out to find a place to sketch?"