You rascal, stop right there!

The night is dark at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.

A group of people were walking on a mountain path with torches in their hands. Although their number was not large, they were quite eye-catching.

"Brother Song, are you sure it's here?"

"Sure, definitely, even for sure! And don't call me brother!"

In the dark night, Song Yuanshan led the way with a lantern in front and spoke to the people behind him with an unhappy look on his face.

"Okay, Brother Song! Got it, brother!"

Bai Wan smiled and looked at the rugged mountain road and the hazy night. She didn't know whether this playboy could find the place.

After a while, a guard called out, "Here! The inn that sells fake horsemen that the young master mentioned is right here!"

It was night time, and the small mountain inn was hidden in the woods. It was very small, and one could vaguely see the lights of a few lanterns and candles.

It was blurry and I didn't know if there was anyone else inside.

Bai Wan walked forward quickly with some worry, but quietly saw some sand with blood stains in the corner of the ground.

I was shocked.

Looking carefully through the crack in the wooden door, I saw some ragged people lying in a mess inside.

However, the man in the middle was in the candlelight. He was wearing tattered clothes, his black hair was disheveled, and he looked tired.

Although his demeanor and temperament are far different from that of the elegant man in the past, this attire still cannot conceal his scholarly air.

The whole person is still a cluster of orchids that cannot be ignored in the night.

Bai Wan rubbed the wooden door with both hands, hesitated a little, but still pushed the door open and walked in.

Then, several people held swords at his neck.

"Brother Zichen!"

The person behind the door was stunned in surprise.

They both couldn't help but look at each other.

I haven't seen you for half a month, and yet you are in such a situation.

Ling Shumo looked at him and waved his hand to signal the guards to put down their swords.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were moving, and his whole body looked like a stone sculpture that had been weathered for thousands of years, motionless.

Bai Wan saw that he was in a daze, and noticed at a glance that the man's right upper arm was wrapped in white cloth. There seemed to be other bloodstains and scars on the man's body.

This person was probably injured in more than one place.

Who is so blind as to dare to hurt his brother!

If you have to beat him, call him your ancestor!

Bai Wan thought that this man was a weak scholar who was not even capable of tying up a chicken. When his son saw that the martial artist A Yan was not there, he could not help but complain, "Where is A Yan? Why is there no one to protect you?"

The guards around him looked at him awkwardly.

In fact, it was mainly the adults who protected them along the way!

Without the adults, the few survivors might even all die in Xuanli Country.

"He has something important to do." Ling Shumo's voice was still gentle and light, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"But how could you become like this alone..."

Several guards around him glared at the man.

Nonsense, there are obviously five people in the room.

It was as if this person didn't see them.

There were several big and strong men standing next to them!

Ling Shumo was silent for a moment, but raised his lips slightly: "It was you and Brother Qi Tu who saw my calligraphy and seal, right!"

Judging from the group of guards behind Bai Wan, he thought they already knew his identity.

Bai Wan nodded, but her eyes could not move away from his bloody ear.

"Your left ear... your leg injury... and your arm..."

"It's okay, it's just some small marks left by the enemy country. I will return them sooner or later." Ling Shumo gently untied the blood cloth bit by bit.

Since the peace talks have failed and the diplomatic envoys are being detained and hunted down, it is clear that the two countries are enemies.

After he said this calmly, Bai Wan did not think he was weak. Instead, she saw an indescribable determination and calmness in him.

When Bai Wan learned that this person was both the Minister of Rites and a saint proficient in calligraphy and painting, he felt that this person's talent was too admirable.

Even after suffering such pain, he was still able to face it so calmly.

Be gentle, smile and take it easy.

Not all good-looking sickly people are beauty lamps. They are as delicate as flowers and will fall down if blown.

The one in front of you is the kind of Clivia that you feel seems very weak, but you don’t want to pity it at all, but want to respect it instead.

Bai Wan felt a trace of respect.

If he were in such an environment and was harmed by the enemy, would he surrender and commit treason?

He smiled awkwardly. He definitely could not betray his master for fame and fortune, but he would most likely commit suicide, taking a bunch of bastards with him before he died.

Song Yuanshan, who was standing beside him, looked at the two men with red eyes: "Our bodies and hair are given by our parents, yet they actually tortured and humiliated my great minister!"

"That's right! When I meet these brats, I will poke holes all over their heads!" Bai Wan said angrily.

Ling Shumo's eyes rarely showed some spirit, and he said: "Those are Xuan Li's imperial guards, can you beat them?"

Bai Wan looked at him, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Although he was a ruffian in Baiyun City and claimed to be the best, and he was invincible, he knew that most people succumbed to his cunning and loyalty.

If he really wants to fight to the death, he won't be able to win without using some unconventional methods.

"I can't beat them... Of course I can't. At worst I can just draw a few hundred holes in their portraits!!"

What a coward!

The guards around looked at the boy with contempt.

But the person not far away said quietly: "If you use fine brushwork, it might be tiring! I'll help you paint."

How absurd this is.

The two of them suddenly looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, and looked at each other in silence.

These two men, one was good at painting and the other was good at calligraphy. Neither of them was extremely smart, but they could understand each other's thoughts. There were some things that the other person could really understand.

It wasn't until Song Yuanshan coughed lightly that Ling Shumo noticed the person next to him.

"Who is this?" Ling Shumo asked.

Song Yuanshan bowed and said, "I am Song Yuanshan from Zhengzhou, and I am here to pay my respects to the Minister of Rites. I admire your efforts to return to the country despite such a severe punishment."

"Are you the son of the brave general Song Zhuqing?" Ling Shumo's eyes darkened.

"Exactly."

Song Yuanshan was actually a little embarrassed, because his father was a well-known general who protected the country, and he was a well-known dandy.

Ling Shumo looked at him and sighed, "If your father was twenty years younger and not injured, I'm afraid Xuanli would not treat me, the Great Winning Envoy, like this."

Bai Wan on the other side put his hand on Song Yuanshan's shoulder: "Brother Song, your father is so powerful. You can also join the army and let them see how powerful you are!"

Song Yuanshan's face darkened, as if a layer of frost had formed on his face, and he shook off the man's hand.

He jokingly said: "My father taught me from a young age that it is OK to be a playboy. I must not enter the official career, nor go to the military camp."

He worships his father, but sometimes this teaching is actually a threat and he has to obey his father's orders.

Hearing this, Bai Wan couldn't understand at all: "Don't worry about it. If people can't do what they want to do and only listen to their parents, what's the difference between them and the dough people on the street?"

Ling Shumo, on the side, was looking at him secretly, his eyes like deep pool of water.

Back then, Brother Yuebai, when you wanted to learn painting, you indeed learned it on your own despite your father's strict prohibition!