You rascal, stop right there!

On that day, Sha Lei, who was in charge of the sacrificial ceremony, began the screening and slaughter.

This behavior caused more people in Daqing who were hiding in the dark to panic and hide from place to place.

They accidentally learned that the Daqing painting saint Han Miaoran had built a safe zone with the Dingbei Painting Society, and they flocked to the underground city based on word of mouth.

The number of people in the underground city suddenly increased, and Bai Wan and others were so surprised that they had to make arrangements.

As people from Daqing, everyone knows that the underground city knows that the root of these people’s misfortune comes from the difficulties between the two countries, Xuanli’s Buddhist teachings, and the misery of the bottom class.

It was like sesame balls being dropped into a pot. As more and more people came, they were all accommodated one by one.

"Everyone, please don't wander around. We have arranged a place for you to rest!"

Ling Shumo supported the old man, speaking in a gentle tone and guiding him patiently.

The man nodded and was about to move forward, but when he turned around he was startled by a loud voice.

"Little brat! Stay with your family and don't run around. There are so many people around. If you get trampled to death, you'll be flattened in your next life!"

Bai Wan directly picked out a child who was squeezed in the middle and said sternly.

"Old man, if you walk so slowly, stop wandering around by yourself!"

"And that girl, she's wearing so much jewelry, isn't she afraid of being robbed? Don't throw away the laundry hammer, it can protect you!"

……

Compared to the gentleness of Ling Shumo and others, Bai Wan basically cursed and asked people to be treated well.

And the curses became louder and louder.

Wang Zhi and others followed suit and started scolding those who didn't listen to their advice.

Fortunately, many people still listened to the advice.

The old man who had just been supported by Ling Shumo swallowed his saliva and said, "Is he the number one painter in Daqing, Han Miaoran?"

Ling Shumo smiled and nodded slightly.

The old man looked at him in disbelief, as if he couldn't connect this person with the elegant and talented painter young man in the rumors.

"He...he's so fierce..."

The tone was a little weak.

"What's so fierce about it..."

Ling Shumo patted the old man on the back and led him forward.

"He just didn't sleep well. It's for everyone's good. He doesn't have a bad temper."

The old man looked at the people around him, and Bai Wan kicked a thief who took advantage of the crowd to steal, knocking him to the ground and beating him, forcing the other party to call him Grandpa Bai.

It's still fierce...

half an hour.

Under the guidance of both soft and hard methods, everyone soon regained order, and those who were strong began to continue digging the tunnel in an orderly manner.

Only a small number of people looked curiously at the man on the stage holding a banner assigning jobs and food, and lined up to hear about the latest news.

As a painter whose paintings are worth thousands of gold, when Bai Wan discovered that the underground city was short of money and countless people were having trouble getting food, he and Ling Shumo, Luo Wenqi asked Wang Zhi and others to sell the paintings and calligraphy overnight.

He painted a poor woman chasing mosquitoes away from her child under a solitary lamp, an eagle and a school of fish rolling their eyes, and a pair of cows staring at each other and sticking out their tongues...

The painting speed is extremely fast and unrestrained, and the thoughts jump in and out.

Luo Wenqi, who was also an artist but only painted pictures of pretty beauties, was so angry that he kept humming.

These paintings were sold to horse dealers and partially circulated.

Many people who admire Han Miaoran's famous paintings donated generously and did their best to raise funds.

They used the huge sum of money raised from selling paintings to buy food and support the continued digging of tunnels.

Although everyone only had a bowl of porridge or a bran bun every day, they never ran out of food.

Because of the problem with the underground palace of Shanhua Temple, the tunnel directly bypassed the underground and approached the city wall and moat from another location.

However, this still doesn't allow large numbers of people to leave the city easily.

Truth will eventually come to light!

At this time, the news that the painting saint Han Miaoran himself was in Xuanlixing Mausoleum finally spread.

The entire Xingling began to hunt for Bai Wan!

……

Shanhua Temple.

"Master Xi Meng is in Xuanli? That's great! That's great!"

Monk Puen was overjoyed and said to his fellow monks that his eyes seemed to see a myriad of beautiful things.

The monks around were all confused and just stood there listening awkwardly.

"Master, do you want your disciples to capture Han Miaoran as well?" Guang Zong asked.

"Watch your wording!"

Monk Puen warned.

"Yes, we will personally invite the person to the temple."

Monk Pu En was obsessed and greedy for Han Miaoran's paintings.

Regardless of whether he is wanted nationwide or not, it is impossible for the imperial master and the court to touch him.

How could anyone dare to touch those hands given by God?

but……

Puen knew that this man had a strange temper and could not be easily moved to paint for him. Even his presence was worrying.

If such talented people were not willing to paint, their paintings would not have a higher charm and would only become ordinary works that they used to send away.

Seeing his master looking so worried, his disciple Guang Zong quietly approached him and said, "Since the master is so obsessed with his paintings, we can invite him to paint for us. Even if it costs a thousand or ten thousand taels of gold, our temple can afford it."

Pu En shook his head and angrily said, "He's a madman who wants nothing! A painting idiot! A weirdo!"

Back then, General Wan Yan offered people chopping off their hands, gold, silver, jewelry, and even beautiful women, but he was unable to persuade them to surrender.

That Han Miaoran is a first-rate freak!

He smiled faintly, "We'll talk about it after we invite the person here. If we catch anyone from Daqing these few days, we'll have to find out where Han Miaoran is. After that, we'll use him as a sacrifice."

Then he spoke earnestly.

"Don't kill first and then make a sacrifice like before."

He has a warm smile and kind eyes.

It seems that what is mentioned is just a dish in a recipe, easy and calm.