You rascal, stop right there!

This storm was like the starlight in the dark night, fleeting.

Bai Wan and others lined up the bodies on the boat and threw them into the middle of the river one by one.

He took out a small powder booklet and drew some sketches that he himself didn't understand, his face as dark as water.

These people threatened their lives, but after all, it was not their own will that they were ordered to do so.

He lit a small sample with a tinder and threw it into the water. There was a picture of Xuanli's military flag on it. He thought of them as martyrs for their country. It would be easier for him to explain the cause of their death to the King of Hell.

Many days later, the morning sun rose from the river.

When the sun is shining brightly, it will take less than half an hour to reach my hometown in Caizhou.

The boat docked.

Bai Wan got off the boat and looked at the court gazette and what was written on it.

The Qing Dynasty unilaterally broke the alliance with Lingyu, occupied Xuanli's territory and immediately attacked Lingyu.

Song Yuanshan made plans early on. While using Nanying's old ministers to infiltrate Xuanli, he also placed his own ministers in the allied forces of the two countries.

With ease, the Daqing army killed people crazily and captured cities and territories with unstoppable force.

As time goes by, everything is changing dramatically.

The once weak country Daying has now become a strong country Daqing.

It is expanding its territory and climbing to the clouds at all costs!

Bai Wan looked at the morning glow above the clouds from afar, and his mood became more and more complicated.

Ling Shumo, who had noticed everything, held his hand and said, "Xuanli has been destroyed, and Daqing will eventually be unified."

This world has always been divided and united, and wars are used to stop wars.

As ordinary people, they watched helplessly as one dynasty collapsed and another rose.

"I know-- "

Bai Wan's voice was deep and calm like water.

"I have witnessed the complexities and turmoil of the world, its ups and downs."

The Three Kingdoms were destined to be unified, otherwise they would have continued to fight each other and sacrifice more people.

And those in power will inevitably trample over the corpses!

People like Master Gu Yang, Emperor Jiaxing, Wang Zhi, Princess Qinyang, Empress Dowager Cixi and many more were all part of the sacrifices.

He could almost see Emperor Qingwu sitting on the dragon throne in the distance, his expression indifferent. He waved his hand and said firmly, "Kill!"

Just a thousand bones...

"Hey, Xiaobai. We're back in Daqing!"

Luo Wenqi was supported by Chen Xingyi and turned to say to him.

Bai Wan looked at the familiar bustling traffic around him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"Yes, I kept my promise and brought you back together."

The carriage tent brought by Lin Yan had been opened, and the red curtain seemed to be stained with blood.

Bai Wan stood in front of it, looking at it, it seemed like a vast river and mountain made of blood, a rushing waterfall...

When everyone got on the carriage, they were surprised to find Bai Wan sitting in the middle, like an old man.

Unmoved by the eight winds, and having seen thousands of ships, he still has the spirit of a banished immortal.

His previous cynical expression was gone, replaced by a calmness that seemed to have seen through the hustle and bustle.

After returning to the thatched hut, everyone thought they would have a good meal and catch some wind.

After all, the ruffian Bai Wan has always had that kind of personality.

However, after returning home safely this time, Bai Wan unexpectedly decided to go into seclusion.

For half a month, I will not paint for the people around me, nor will I provide illustrations for the tabloids.

He even planned to stay away from the outside world for the next two weeks. Everyone saw this painting saint shut himself up in his room...

The others were about to ask, but Ling Shumo stopped them.

Chen Xingyi asked, "What's wrong, Boss? You've been in seclusion since returning to Daqing. I really don't understand."

Ling Shumo shook his head indifferently. He still remembered that before this person wanted to draw the best painting in the world, he also secluded himself for a period of time.

The man stared at the closed doors and windows in a daze.

His eyes showed a complex expression, and he sighed: "Abai's painting emotions have endured too much!"

Chen Xingyi was extremely surprised. "What is this about painting emotions? Boss has always been carefree and open-minded about everything. He never gets sad or upset. What does he need to endure?"

Ling Shumo chuckled and said faintly, "You don't understand."

Although his talent in painting and his comprehension were not as good as Han Miaoran's, no one in this world understood Han Miaoran better than him.

After experiencing what Xuan Li and his group experienced, and seeing the sorrow of a destroyed nation and the torture of captives, he created the "Pictures of Hell".

At this moment, Abai is like a sealed bottle filled with painting love, and the lid needs to be opened slowly.

"Yes, I really don't understand Han Miaoran. The boss is not just a ruffian after all."

Chen Xingyi sighed.

"Brother Ling, I'm asking you something out of place. The eldest brother is a painting master, obsessed with painting. If one day he had to choose between painting and you, which one would he choose?"

I didn't expect to be asked such a question.

Ling Shumo said righteously: "He can live without me, but he can't live without Danqing!"

Chen Xingyi sighed quietly in his heart.

In order to paint the best painting in the world, Han Miaoran resolutely left Ling Shumo.

I'm still so obsessed with painting, it seems there's no chance of change...

……

On the day.

Daqing invaded all of Xuanli's territory and adopted the strategy of "siege the city and attack the reinforcements". Finally, it used its navy to break into Xiangyang City, where General Lingyu Muhua and Shi Yaqing's allied forces were stationed.

The Lingyu Army on the border collapsed and retreated back to the country.

Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan ordered: "Expand the territory and attack Lingyu Kingdom, with the intention of unification."

Everyone in the world knows that today's Daqing is no longer the big winner that was bullied by others.

The so-called chaotic era of the Three Kingdoms conflict is about to end——

In the past half month, Bai Wan has not left the house.

It is said that he paints every day, but no one knows what he is painting.

Ling Shumo decided to set up a formal academy in Guojia Village to replace the dilapidated and simple private school in the village.

While he was busy, he could only look inside through the window and deliver meals or daily necessities.

Luo Wenqi moved his calligraphy and painting studio and the Tabloid newspaper business here.

Chen Xingyi and Guo Yuanmin were considering whether to set up an escort agency to avoid wasting their martial arts skills.

It is said that the mind of the Saint of Painting is cunning and few people can detect it.

So, the retreat that was supposed to last half a month lasted for a month.

Bai Wan painted and wrote day and night.

The man, who was already in poor health, finally fell asleep on the table.

In fact, he has experienced too much physical and mental torture for the sake of painting over the years, which is indeed a level of understanding that ordinary painters cannot understand.

I have been in poverty and madness for half my life, and the world has changed at the wrong time.

"Abai——"

On a sunny day with lotus flowers in full bloom.

Ling Shumo finally pushed open the door of the study.