You rascal, stop right there!

This person bowed towards Ling Shumo very deliberately, with just the right measure and a decent temperament.

After the Jiangzhou suppression incident, the court officials led by Ling Shumo wrote to the emperor because Li Xiang lost power. The soldiers under his control were sent to other prefectures on the border. He became a sanitation officer with no power and no title.

If not for this, Li Simeng would not have been forced to come up with the Taoist method of pleasing Emperor Jiaxing.

"Lord Li, there's nothing to thank you for." Ling Shumo bowed quietly.

"you!"

Li Li felt a little annoyed. He thought the person in front of him was just like someone else, cursing without using any dirty words.

He glanced around briefly, especially at the man who was holding a bamboo pole in one hand and sniffing herbs in the other. He seemed to pay no attention to anyone else.

According to common sense, Bai Shizhao should have been in great pain and felt that life was worse than death after he resigned from his position as a painter because of his blindness.

But now it seems that this man is not in despair at all. Rumor has it that he is not only self-sufficient, but he even learned to play chess, which is simply unbelievable.

"Doctor Lin, you should know what I'm here to treat!" Li Li sipped his tea slowly.

Lin Fu looked at him calmly: "Your burns have been delayed for many years and cannot be cured. I can only do my best."

Li Li thought for a moment and looked at the blind man: "You did your best for me, so you can cure him?!"

The folding fan in his hand trembled, and he looked at Bai Wan, who seemed to be still sniffing the herbs in his hand, and a slight chill flashed across his eyes.

“Of course it may not be cured, but this patient is willing to stay and learn even if his eyesight cannot be cured.” Lin Fu’s eyes could barely be called approving.

"Just him?" Li Li's eyes became much more gloomy and he walked straight to the blind man.

Ling Shumo followed quietly, seeming to be trying to understand the man's gaze and behavior, and what he wanted to do.

The people around him seemed not to notice him at all.

"This looks like indigo, which is great for painting landscapes. Mangosteen shell is the most rustic brown. Unfortunately, I can't smell a lot of them. It would be great if I could exchange noses with Xiaochen!" Bai Wan's voice was a little muffled as he held the grass leaf.

Ling Shumo snatched the gamboge from his hand and whispered, "This is poisonous, smell it less."

Bai Wan's fingertips trembled slightly, and then he put down the object in his hand after sniffing absentmindedly.

"Blind man, is it interesting to smell the herbs?" Li Li laughed.

Bai Wan didn't take it seriously and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Every word he said was sincere, but the question was really irritating.

Hearing this, Li Li immediately clasped his folding fan tightly, stared at him fiercely, and kicked over the countless herbs in front of him: "You are really a demon, who never remembers the people you have harmed!"

"Mr. Li, what are you doing?" Ling Shumo's face darkened and he stood in front to protect.

When Bai Wan heard this, he paused again and again, not understanding what the man said.

If I were to talk about the harm I had done, it would be the countless defeated generals in Baiyun City who had been deceived by me, or the candidates' papers that I had indirectly burned, ruining their futures, or...

As more and more thoughts came to mind, Bai Wan seemed to have some organized thoughts.

"Hell burns, the eight sufferings of human life. Fire burns the carriage and burns the people!" Li Li stared with bloodshot eyes, "Do you still need me to remind you?"

Fire pictures, fire pictures...

Bai Wan suddenly realized what this person was talking about. No one had reminded him of this series of paintings for many years.

The reason for giving him the hint, could it be that this person was one of the survivors from that year?

How can it be……

"I won't treat him anymore, let him treat him!"

As he spoke, Bai Wan suddenly reached out, grabbed the bamboo pole next to him, exerted a little force, propped himself up, and walked outside.

His teeth clenched, and he staggered and fell to the ground, taking him a long time to get up.

Ling Shumo and Chen Xingyi wanted to help him, but were pushed back by the bamboo poles. It seemed that he didn't want to have any contact with others at all.

Look, the person finally went out.

"Then Doctor Lin, please treat me well. He is not worthy!" Li Li said with a leisurely smile.

……

The evening was thick, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and there seemed to be a thin mist in the woods, covering the man so that he could not see his figure clearly.

To White Pea, it doesn't matter whether it's night or day.

He could only rely on his hands to touch the air and rely on the moisture to distinguish between day and night, but he could not see anything.

A person, sitting on a stone bench.

Directly from the sun being at its highest point in the sky to the sun setting in the west, and finally to the moon being at its highest point in the sky.

Ling Shumo looked at such an abnormal person in silence. He could only stand in the distance and watch this person, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Crack...crack...crack..."

Hitting the bamboo pole ended up hitting the leaves and haystacks.

After knocking off all the leaves on the haystack, he turned around and knocked off the haystack on the other side. He really wanted to knock off all the leaves in the yard.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his bamboo pole, trying to stop him from venting his useless emotions.

Ling Shumo picked up the grass leaves on the ground and said helplessly: "If you like, it must be more comfortable to work as a blacksmith than to work as a leaf maker."

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment: "Zi Chen, you are not going to watch me fight all the time!"

At this time, Ling Shumo hesitated and sighed: "I don't know what Li Li said to irritate you, but it's better for us to apologize to Doctor Lin."

"You said he was Li Li, the son of Prime Minister Li." Bai Wan then remembered that the voice was indeed familiar.

Ling Shumo picked up the leaf that was still intact on the ground and looked at him: "You are so shaken even though we don't even know who it is."

Because Zichen spoke so softly, Bai Wan seemed to be able to sense a human-shaped mist in the darkness.

"You don't even ask me?" Bai Wan could clearly hear his worry, but he didn't ask him at all.

Ling Shumo simply asked, "If you want to tell me, you will tell me naturally. Why should I ask?"

This idea is surprisingly similar to his.

Bai Wan coughed softly: "Shouldn't you interrogate me and then scold me for not telling you?"

"When I was a kid, I asked you where the toad you gave me came from, and you said it grew in the bag on its own. It turns out that asking is useless."

Ling Shumo held his hand, interlocking their fingers, feeling extremely warm.

Bai Wan sighed with amusement, feeling that he had to say it today.

He pressed Ling Shumo onto the stone bench, put his arm around the man's shoulders in a domineering manner in the dark, sat next to him, and leaned towards him naturally.

Bai Wan seemed both annoyed and sarcastic: "Doctor Lin is right. I can't keep it secret forever. Especially you!"

"Do you know that our mentor, Li Simeng, was a master painter and extremely arrogant? He was also very good at creating bizarre and realistic works?"

Ling Shumo was stunned - he knew that Li Simeng was a master of painting before the Three Saints appeared. He had a pivotal position and superb and elegant abilities.

Both of them became disciples of their master at the age of seven.

There seemed to be a hint of gloom in Bai Wan's invisible eyes: "When he paints, he must look at the real objects. For example, vegetables, fruits, mountains, rivers and streams."

"For example, if it is a portrait, there must be a person who has died in front of him, and the corpse must be lifelike for him to draw."

Ling Shumo was shocked: "So the hellfire is burning, the carriage is burning... because there are living people being put into the carriage and burned. Did the painter paint according to the death?"