I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 118: Dragon and Tiger Painting School - Painting Boat

With Lu Wujiu's current cultivation level, it would be extremely difficult for him to kill Yuan Mochan head-on!

Seeking help from others may easily expose the true nature of the immortal in the book, and even the underworld.

After all the calculations, if you want to kill Yuan Mochan, you have to do it yourself and take an unconventional approach!
His first reaction was to destroy Guangxuan's skin together with the human skin. This was the most convenient and safest method.

However, this idea was suppressed as soon as it came up. This would be the last resort.

If possible, he wanted to keep Guangxuan's skin. It was not because he was greedy for the remains of the top five masters, but because he wanted to obtain the complete information about the rituals of the library and even the information about the immortals in the book from Yuan Mochan.

"It's a bit difficult to kill and obtain the secret library rituals at the same time!"

Lu Wujiu tapped the armrests of his official chair with his fingers. After some thought, he gradually came up with several directions to try.

After his thoughts settled, he no longer hesitated, stood up and turned into a shadow, leaving Lao Lu Temple and heading towards Bajiao Lane in Langcheng, the capital of Longyou.

With his current strength of just reaching the second level, he hurried to Bajiao Lane in half a day.

In the midsummer of Liangcheng, the heat was sweltering and the streets were deserted. The few pedestrians who were chatting were hiding in the shadows of the eaves, walking quickly, completely unaware of the mysterious creatures flashing in the shadows.

When they reached Bajiao Alley, Lu Wujiu emerged from the shadows, but he was covered with a layer of painted skin and turned into a middle-aged man.

This painted skin is not a new treasure, but the human skin of Guangxuan, which is also the power of Tantric Buddhism - the carrier of impermanence, also known as the physical body.

Entering Bajiao Alley, the alley was also sparsely populated. Even the waiter who served the guests was leaning listlessly against the door frame, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

Lu Wujiu was familiar with the place and entered Bai Xiao Tang. He asked, "I need a poison that won't hurt anyone but can kill the immortal in the painting! Does your store have any recommendations?"

The servant had seen many strange requests, so he was not surprised to hear this. He politely invited Lu Wujiu into the guest hall, then turned around and respectfully asked the shopkeeper to leave.

Not long after, an old man with a white beard walked in. After bowing and taking a seat, he asked pointedly, "Fellow Daoist, do you wish to keep the scroll?"

Lu Wujiu nodded: "That's right! That scroll means a lot to me, but it gave birth to a demonic nature. It's really a pity!"

The old man said, "Since it is the immortal in the painting, it is not difficult to kill it. The Xuanmen seals all have the effect of suppressing evil. Ask a Xuanmen master to suppress it with a high-grade seal. This will not damage the painting, but will get rid of the book lice and clothes fish."

Lu Wujiu said: "The Immortal in the Painting has a top three level of cultivation!"

The old man's expression froze instantly, and he looked at Lu Wujiu with a look of uncertainty: "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to slay demons and monsters?"

Lu Wujiu said, "I have already sealed the monster, and now I want to keep the scroll."

The old man's face turned slightly pale, and he subconsciously took a closer look at Lu Wujiu. He saw that the man's aura was as light as dust, and it was difficult to tell his cultivation level. He was startled and quickly stood up and bowed, saying:
"Fellow Daoist, you are truly a god! You are one of the top three immortals in painting, a banished immortal in the world. You want to keep the painting and kill the immortal. This old man has never heard of it, and I am afraid I can't help you."

Lu Wujiu frowned and said, "Could it be that there is no special poison?"

The old man said quickly: "The cultivation level of the top three demons is already extraordinary. Ordinary methods are simply ineffective. If you want to find a solution, you can seek help from the Dragon Tiger Danqing Sect!"

Lu Wujiu was surprised: "Dragon and Tiger Danqing School?"

The old man quickly explained, "This sect lives in seclusion in Jiannan Dao. They are obsessed with painting and are not well-known. However, they have unique insights into painting. Perhaps they can solve the problem of fellow Taoist."

Lu Wujiu nodded and bowed, saying, "Thank you for answering my questions, fellow Daoist. How much does it cost?"

The old man hurriedly said, "You are too polite, fellow Daoist. I have never helped you, so how dare I charge you."

Lu Wujiu was not polite and bowed to express his thanks, then turned and left.

The old man politely sent Lu Wujiu out, and watched Lu Wujiu go into another house. He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

To be honest, there is a way to erase the fairy in the painting.

For example: The devil's nightmare fog can be regarded as a deadly poison to all living creatures.

This thing is refined with the sinister, resentful and evil energy of childish ghosts, and it can penetrate every pore. Once a spirit is contaminated by it, it will at best go astray and become possessed, and at worst explode and die.

However, he did not dare to recommend this item to Lu Wujiu. Firstly, he could not guarantee that this item would be effective for the top three painting immortals;
Secondly, this is a small business. If he destroys the scroll of the powerful, he might not even know how he died.

It’s better to coax him away with kind words!

Little did he know that it was not only the owner of Bai Xiaotang who thought this way. After all, which old owner who could open a store in Bajiaoxiang was not a shrewd person?

As a result, Lu Wujiu strolled around and gained nothing. No matter how stupid he was, he came to his senses at this time.

While smiling bitterly in his heart, he also realized that Yuan Mochan was indeed extraordinary, and ordinary poisons would probably be difficult to work on him. This made the "poison attack" he envisioned die in his womb before it even came out.

"Well, everyone has their own expertise. Looks like I'll have to go on a long journey!"

The words of the shopkeeper of Bai Xiaotang reminded him!

The complete library rituals and even the information about the immortals in the book do not necessarily have to rely on Yuan Mochan. The Xuanmen painting school has studied the art of painting and may also be proficient in it.

If we could get relevant information from the Xuanmen School of Painting, then Yuan Mochan would be easier to deal with.

There are many painting schools in the Nine Daos. In terms of the highest status in the martial arts world and the one closest to Lu Wujiu is the Longhu Danqing School of Jiannan Dao.

Lu Wujiu thought about it for a moment and decided that there was no need to worry about Lao Luguan for the time being, so he simply left Bajiao Alley and headed towards Jiannan Road.

If you spread out the Jiudao map, you will find that Jiannan Road is located in the southwest corner of the Jiudao area. There are almost no plains. The hills and mountains that rise and fall one after another cut the land into pieces, and it is also regarded as a wild place.

Lu Wujiu walked along the way. In order to suppress Yuan Mochan at any time, he did not dare to waste too much magic power. He could only use the paper-cut horse as a means of transportation, stopping and walking from time to time.

Fortunately, there was a forest whip that allowed us to take a shortcut through the mountains, so the journey was not too far.

On this day, Lu Wujiu, who was crossing in a straight line, had just emerged from the deep mountains and old forests when he ran into a thousand-acre blue lake.

Under the night sky, the boundless emerald lake looks like a piece of black jade that has been polished for thousands of years, quietly embedded in the mountains. The lake is deep and quiet, embracing a sky full of stars, as if the world is suspended upside down.

“Ding-ding-ding—”

A pleasant sound of stringed instruments came from a pleasure boat floating in the lake. The singing was as melodious as flowing water and pleasant to the ears.

A three-story pleasure boat, also moored on the lakeshore, boasted a vermilion-painted hull with gold patterns and high, tilted eaves. Red lanterns swayed gently in the night breeze. Inside, the sounds of stringed instruments and the harmonious melody of zithers filled the air, and from the window one could faintly see graceful dancing figures.

In the dim night, several eunuchs held lanterns and called on the guests to get on board.

The lantern-lit room saw Lu Wujiu approaching and he immediately bowed and stepped forward to greet him, "Young Master, you're here! Come in! Please come in!"

Lu Wujiu, who originally wanted to take the Yaksha into his body, spread his wings and cross the Green Lake, felt that more than half of his magic power was lost. After thinking about it, he happily stepped in.

I'm taking a break today and it's a good time to listen to some music in a brothel.

As I entered the pleasure boat, a pungent scent of rouge rushed into my nose, making my nose tip itchy.

"Oh, what a rare visitor!"

An old woman with a catfish face twisted her waist, waved her handkerchief like an acquaintance, and greeted him: "Sir, do you have a lover?"

Lu Wujiu raised his hand and threw a silver ingot over: "Arrange a private room for me, I am tired."

The old woman's eyes lit up, she stuffed the silver into her bodice, and quickly called a young maid who was not yet an adult to lead the way.

Lu Wujiu looked at the maid who also looked a bit like a catfish, and couldn't help shaking his head, and followed her into the depths of the pleasure boat.

This pleasure boat has a very good business. Along the way, there are endless people seeking pleasure, and the sounds of beautiful women's sweet gasps and giggles can be heard everywhere.

However, the deeper they went, the more surprised and doubtful Lu Wujiu's eyes became.

The women here seem to have... the same face!

(End of this chapter)