Chapter 218 I Am Also a Painter

"Catch him and take him back to the Lord's Mansion. The shop will be sealed for me." The sturdy man frowned and waved his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, his men immediately started to get into action.

All the drinkers in the store had fled, and the shop assistants had all hid in the crowd of onlookers outside, not daring to stand out.

Hu Tu's face turned pale and he suddenly lost his composure.

Seeing someone coming to arrest him, he subconsciously struggled, but before he could break free, he received a sap on his back.

Hu Tu was beaten so hard that he staggered, his mind was a little dizzy, his steps were unsteady, and he almost fell.

Fortunately, someone came down the stairs and reached out to support him.

"Isn't it just that I lost some money? Just pay for it. Why bother to beat someone?" Yuan Ming helped him and moved aside, looking at the fierce-looking soldiers of the lord's palace.

"Fart, did our lord lose money? What he lost is face! Where did you get that bastard? Get out of here. If you meddle in your own business again, you will be treated as an accomplice and taken away together." The stout man's eyes widened. scolded.

Although Hu Tu was panicked, he couldn't bear to drag Yuan Ming down. He quickly pulled his sleeve and said:

"I'm going with you, this has nothing to do with him..."

"Brother Yuan, leave quickly."

Just as he was about to step forward, Yuan Ming grabbed him.

"Okay, here comes a man who is not afraid of death. Do you want to resist arrest?" The strong man was angry, but when he saw his little move, he smiled instead of being angry.

"I don't mean that. Aren't you looking for a painter? I am." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"Are you making fun of me? I'll chop you first!" The strong man couldn't hold back his anger at this time.

As he finished speaking, he whipped out the scimitar from his waist, rounded it and struck it down on Yuan Ming's head.

"No……"

Hu Tu didn't react slowly. In panic, he immediately pulled away from Yuan Ming.

However, as soon as he pulled it, he realized that he was pulling a bronze sculpture and it was not moving at all.

Yuan Ming just waved his hand, and the iron scimitar was twisted by a strong force and twisted directly into a twist. The strong man also spun around in mid-air for several times before the force was released and fell heavily to the ground. .

"Oh..."

Yuan Ming's hand really shocked the jaws of the onlookers, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing this, the other soldiers of the Lord's Mansion drew their sabers one after another, but they all just surrounded him, and no one dared to step forward.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming smiled and took a step closer to the sturdy man.

The latter fell to pieces, and when he saw this, he ignored the pain in his arm and backed away in fright.

"Don't come here, I, I know you are an immortal cultivator... There are also immortal cultivators in our lord's mansion. If you dare to kill someone, you will definitely not be able to escape the blame." After all, the sturdy man had seen the world, and he couldn't help but say with a look of anger.

The few cultivators who worshiped him in the lord's mansion were not very casual about killing people. They could just crush him to death. There was no time when he didn't respectfully call him "immortal" when he saw them.

"Who said I wanted to kill you? Come on, take me to the Lord's Mansion. It's just about painting." Yuan Ming said with a chuckle.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull up the trembling thick man, and a burst of magic quietly entered, restoring the sprained and misplaced meridians in his injured arm.

"You...are you really a painter?" The stout man found that the pain in his arm was greatly reduced, calmed down and asked.

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way." Yuan Ming scolded.

A group of soldiers from the lord's palace came to investigate with great enthusiasm, but in the end they were almost escorted back.

Before leaving, Yuan Ming looked back at Hu Tu, who was completely stunned, and said with a smile:

"It's nothing, just stay calm and do business as usual."

Hu Tu forced a smile, watched them leave, and sat slumped on the stairs.

"Is he really still the same Yuan Ming?" Hu Tu had mixed feelings in his heart.

On the other side, Yuan Ming followed the soldiers to the lord's mansion.

"You, wait here... I'll report it first." The sturdy man took Yuan Ming to a courtyard, rubbed his shoulders and left in a hurry.

Yuan Ming was not in a hurry, and sat at a stone table in the courtyard with a calm expression, looking around.

At this glance, he discovered that many of the furnishings in this small courtyard had a strong Central Plains style, which was very different from the architectural decorations that could be seen everywhere in southern Xinjiang.

Yuan Mingzheng was stunned to see that the sturdy man had returned.

"The lord is entertaining guests, I will report later." said the sturdy man.

Yuan Ming didn't care and asked casually: "Have any guests from the Central Plains visited your lord's mansion recently?"

Hearing this, the rugged man was obviously startled.

"That's right. How long have they been here and have they ever left?" Yuan Ming asked.

The sturdy man obviously did not want to answer, but he was intimidated by his status as an immortal cultivator and did not dare to pretend not to hear. He could only bite the bullet and said: "A month ago, some people did come from it and have been living in the side courtyard of the Lord's Mansion. Never left."

"Do you know where it came from in Zhongyuan?" Yuan Ming asked.

"I don't know. They are all mysterious and only deal with the lord's cronies. We can't see them." The strong man shook his head and said.

"What did they do after they arrived, or did your Lord's Mansion do anything unusual?" Yuan Ming asked again.

"It's true... the day after they arrived, the lord ordered the closure of the Shanhe Gambling House and an inn under the owner's name. Those are all You Zhuzha's business, and they have always provided money to the lord's house." Stout The big man thought for a moment and said.

Yuan Ming had an idea when he heard this.

He waited outside for a while, and then urged the burly man to report again.

However, this time, it was not the burly man who came, but a large group of soldiers in armor and two monks supported by the lord's mansion.

The burly man was dragged back by someone, and he was beaten all over.

"Asshole, it's not enough for the liar to come once, and you want to bring another one back?" One of the burly middle-aged men with a bald head and black tattoos on his body shouted first.

The burly man was beaten to a point of being out of breath, and he couldn't say a word to defend himself.

Yuan Ming frowned at this.

"You blind bastard, you think you know a little magic, so you dare to come to the lord's mansion to cheat, are you tired of living?" Another thin guy with a pointed face shouted sharply.

Yuan Ming glanced at the two and found that they were both at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining, so he knew what was going on.

"I'm just here to draw a picture for the lord. There's no need to make such a big fuss, right?" Yuan Ming asked helplessly.

"Daoist Garu, are you going to do it, or am I?" The guy with a pointed face and monkey cheeks ignored Yuan Ming and looked at the burly middle-aged man.

"Daoist Hu La can do it." Garu laughed.

The pointed face and monkey cheek Hu La nodded in response, and then sneered at Yuan Ming: "Asshole, today I'll let you know how to write the word death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a short thorn from his waist, muttered a few words in his mouth, and the short thorn flew out of his hand with a flash of spiritual light, turning into a long black rope, winding around Yuan Ming's neck like a long snake.

However, after a few breaths, a scream sounded, and Hu La was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, motionless, and the short thorn had already fallen to the side, with no spirituality on the surface.

"I don't know how to write the word 'death', but it seems that I write the word 'big' well." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar of a bear.

The tattoo on the middle-aged man's body lit up, and a layer of green evil spirit enveloped his body, vaguely condensed into the shadow of a bear, rushing towards Yuan Ming.

Every time he took a step, the ground shook, and his momentum was fierce.

The next moment, he also lost consciousness and lay beside Hu La, with the same posture and neatness.

Seeing that the two monks were knocked down one after another in just a blink of an eye, the rest of the soldiers were all scared, and no one dared to step forward.

At this time, a low shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Who is so bold that he dares to make trouble in the lord's mansion?"

As soon as the voice fell, a golden light directly passed over the courtyard wall and flew over here.

Following closely, there were also seven or eight figures outside the courtyard gate, who came over one after another. Half of them looked like people from the Central Plains, regardless of their clothes or appearance.

In the middle was a middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and a fat body. He looked like a person from southern Xinjiang. He was the owner of Tiehu Town, Lord Bayin.

"Who can explain to me what's going on?" Lord Bayin was immediately annoyed when he saw the situation on the scene.

"Lord Bayin, don't be upset. We are here, so don't worry." Someone next to him said.

Everyone looked at the person who flew over first.

The golden light on his body had dissipated, revealing a set of leather armor on the outside. At this moment, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he seemed to be on the verge of anger.

They had been bothering the Lord's Mansion for a long time. It happened that Lord Bayin was hosting a banquet today. He never thought that someone would come to make trouble again, and it happened to be a monk.

Seeing that the monks in the Lord's Mansion could not handle it, they decided to take action, which was also a favor.

"Commander Fu, take care of him." Someone shouted.

Other people from the Central Plains also shouted. Most people in the southern border did not understand, but they also shouted.

Under the expectation of everyone, Commander Fu, who was confronting Yuan Ming, suddenly shouted: "Shut up."

This sound scared everyone.

Even the master of this place, Bayin, trembled with fat.

Before everyone could figure out what happened, Commander Fu, who was standing in the front, suddenly knelt on the ground with a "thump", causing everyone to shout again.

"Young Master, I finally found you..." Commander Fu's eyes were red, and he clasped his fists to Yuan Ming and shouted in a trembling voice.

Young Master?

His shouting made the faces of the few people who were still shouting "Take care of him" freeze.

Those people were not fools either. They were just stunned for a moment, and then they ran over and knelt on the ground.