You rascal, stop right there!

The day.

With Wang Zhi and others spreading the word, the news that Han Miaoran was going to paint for someone at Xuanli Weixuan Pavilion spread like wildfire...

The Imperial Guards directly control...

All the literati and poets in Xuanli, as well as the talented men and beautiful women who loved calligraphy and painting, flocked to the place because of the news.

Everyone was shocked. They knew that the entire Xingling was trying to capture him, and they knew how dangerous it was to show up in Xuanli!

How dare this person!

When Shaciguan and the Imperial Guards stayed outside Weixuan Pavilion, they immediately saw this daring man and closely monitored his every move.

He was dressed in a white robe, like a white pea, and looked like an elegant scholar. His expression was carefree and indifferent, and he sat upright in his seat like a snowflake on a clear day.

The sandalwood on the table has gone out, the fire has dissipated, and smoke is rising.

Now, as long as he holds a pen in his hand and concentrates his mind, he looks very different from the ruffian he usually is.

The owner of Weixuan Pavilion was startled when he saw the man was so elegant and graceful, and wanted to put on a smile.

pity……

In front were the Imperial Guards, behind were the guards of the Sha Temple officials, and then the monks from Shanhua Temple, who had gotten the news from somewhere, were stuck in a corner.

The wealthy businessman who wanted to ask for a painting, the old minister of Nanying who wanted to seek revenge, the painter who wanted to see Han Miaoran's true face, and the people who wanted to become his apprentice...

People from all directions were following us.

This shopkeeper really cries more than he laughs.

He secretly shouted in his mouth: Why can't this painting saint be more low-key.

His inn was already deserted and business was slow.

If Han Miaoran left a calligraphy work for the store, it would be worth a fortune and in high demand. The business would definitely be better in the future.

Unfortunately, this person made such a high-profile appearance that it was almost certain that he would be caught.

The small shop might be affected...

"Master Han, why did you choose this small shop today? You..."

The shopkeeper looked around in embarrassment. Those heads that appeared were really a headache.

"I'm sorry, boss. I'll give you a painting of a pomegranate and a sparrow."

After saying this, he picked up the pen.

With the touch of brush and ink, he actually painted a pomegranate tree directly on the white lime screen wall of the store.

The sparrows perched among the branches are painted vividly, and the ink is interesting and fun.

Spread your wings lightly and have fun.

People around stretched their necks to look, and it seemed as if they could hear the chirping of the sparrows painted on the screen wall.

For a moment, people could no longer hold back and all wanted to rush forward to see the "Pomegranate and Sparrow Picture".

"This painting is really embarrassing for our shop."

The shopkeeper spoke with a guilty conscience and was apprehensive.

Seeing this, Shaciguan was very impressed, but he still raised his hand and ordered the attack without restraint.

"Someone, go and arrest Han Miaoran!"

A group of imperial guards immediately surrounded Weixuan Pavilion, and the smile on the shopkeeper's face froze in an instant.

The pen fell and was carefully wrapped up.

Bai Wan's cheeks were radiant with the sunlight that had just streamed in from the window, her lips were slightly curled upwards, and she remained calm.

The painting behind him seems to remind everyone:

This painter is not afraid of anything. He does whatever he wants and doesn't care about anything except painting!

Shaciguan looked at him and suddenly felt something was strange.

How could such a person appear here in such a high-profile manner?

Can the Saint of Painting be so unscrupulous?

Shaciguan stepped forward, about to question and arrest him, but he saw that the general who led the guards beside him could no longer hold back.

"Han Miaoran, how are you?"

Bai Wan sneered: "General Wan's new clothes are nice!"

The former siege general Wan Yan was demoted to a city guard because he accidentally let him escape. When he learned that this person was here, he volunteered to come and capture him.

Wan Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Han is still full of vigor and spirit, living a carefree life."

We can still vividly remember how the Dingzhou army was inspired by this man's paintings and wiped out tens of thousands of enemies.

Without this person's painting, the soldiers and civilians would not have been so active in fighting against Xuan Li.

It's really infuriating to see him jumping around like this now.

The official at the side of the temple stepped forward and said, "Han Miaoran, from today on, only your ashes will leave Xuanli!"

Bai Wan smiled and said, "At least I can leave. It's not a bad thing. I thought I would be gone!"

Talking about death with white peas is no different from talking about which is better, cabbage or tofu.

If he was afraid of death, he wouldn't have done so many daring things since he was a child!

Sha Ciguan's face flushed red, half from anger and half from heat.

"Catch him if you want! But..." Bai Wan's expression changed slightly, "The shopkeeper is innocent. Don't smash the shop. It's all silver. The stool alone is at least five hundred coins."

At the end, his tone was understated and his expression was calm.

"You! Are you really not afraid of death?!"

Shaciguan was startled and put his sword on his shoulder, feeling extremely angry.

He's just a weak scholar who draws with a pen!

There is no difference between a pure and white thing and a useless rotten winter melon.

The sword in his hand unconsciously moved much closer, and he was about to kill the man on the spot.

"and many more!"

The golden cassock directly blocked the sword and pushed it to the ground almost instantly.

The two black holes on the human skull staff indicate the supremacy and majesty of the doctrine.

"Master Pu En has ordered that painter Han Miaoran, who has a connection with Buddhism, be invited to Shanhua Temple as a guest. Anyone who interferes with this is tantamount to becoming an enemy of the temple."

Monk Guangzong held a staff in his right hand, determined to the end.

The guards around stared at this sudden scene in silence.

Bai Wan's lips curled up slightly. "I don't know if my ashes can be returned to Daqing, but I definitely didn't die here."

A calm sentence.

Wan Yan and Sha Ciguan's fists were so clenched that veins appeared.