Floating Life Painting
Chen Ling left Flower Capital theatrical company, along the Alleyway heading straight forward.
Jiangnan's rain was plenty. In Chen Ling's impression, yesterday seemingly just fell a bout, today again came a bout... The fine and dense rainwater like cotton needles fell on his body. Not cold, yet had a kind of slightly seeping in coolness.
After breaking the seal of White Ash, Chen Ling's actions then weren't that urgent anymore. He unhurriedly walked forward. The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe lightly swayed in the rain.
"So... where exactly are Red Dust Domain's Divine Path Possessors?"
Chen Ling muttered to himself.
Today's Chen Ling, could already utilize Formless to conceal figure, completely Vanish Into Thin Air. But he didn't do so.
Since he had already caused the theatrical company to turn heaven and earth upside down, might as well take this opportunity, to test out the Red Dust Domain's strength a bit.
According to his these two days of observation, the Red Dust Domain's Divine Path Possessors, seemingly weren't like Enforcers on the bright side, well known by residents. Even more didn't have Aurora Domain's kind, where Enforcers secretly oppressed commoners, or engaged in underground transaction situations.
This then meant, their Divine Path, their skills, their traits to Chen Ling, were all completely unknown...
The threat hidden in the dark, was far more dangerous than what was exposed on the bright side.
Willow Town's location was originally remote. Even if had Divine Path Possessors holding the fort, strength shouldn't be too strong either. Now Chen Ling recovering peak state, had the capital to test. At worst change face again concealing up then that's it.
But he had already under the watchful eyes of the public killed several people in a row, why still didn't have a single bit of movement? Could it be Red Dust Domain's Divine Path Possessors were all in the Main City, this kind of small town was all unguarded by people?
Then if Gray Realm Convergence what to do?
One after another doubts flashed past Chen Ling's mind. He shook his head, simply no longer went to think.
He crossed through the blue-gray narrow small path. Both sides were enclosing walls built by stone bricks. Turning past a corner, again arrived at the edge of a small river.
Emerald willows gently brushed against the wind by the river side. A white-haired Old Man was currently sitting under a tree, setting up a small stall.
Chen Ling's gaze searched past the stall, stopping feet asking:
"This umbrella how is it sold?"
On the small stall the large part were all calligraphy and paintings. Only the edge placed a bucket, inside the bucket stuffed a few folded Oiled Paper Umbrellas. The Old Man looked one glance, casually waved hand:
"Fifteen."
"Can casually pick?"
"En, pick what you like then fine."
Chen Ling with one hand paid the money. From the bucket casually took out an Oiled Paper Umbrella, opening it in the drizzle.
The light yellow oiled paper transmitted blurred sunlight. On top of it a few scant strokes outlined fine and small black wild goose outlines, embellishing the umbrella brim edge. Like a flock of wild geese going far away in the sunset dusk, quite having artistic conception.
"Such an exquisite umbrella." Chen Ling couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Just added a few strokes that's all. Life is dull and tasteless, must always seek amusement oneself." Hearing Chen Ling's praise, the corners of the Old Man's mouth couldn't stop raising up, but still modestly said, "Those who draw better than me, there are plenty."
"Just this one."
Chen Ling opened the Oiled Paper Umbrella up, blocking the continuous drizzle. Continuing forward along the river side.
Willow branches fluttered in the wind. That Old Man sat by the stall side, looking at that smear of red clothes gradually going far away. Turbid eyes slightly narrowing...
The next moment, abnormal changes suddenly grew!
On that Oiled Paper Umbrella sheltering from wind and rain, a few smears of wild goose shadows bumped along with Chen Ling's steps. In a trance seemingly starting to flap wings, exactly like coming alive generally, suddenly piercing through the paper umbrella surface, flying sweeping out!
Whoosh——!!
The umbrella brim was distant from Chen Ling, but several tens of centimeters. And the wild goose shadows outlined by the brush tip speed wasn't inferior to bullets. Almost was a light flash, then arrived in front of Chen Ling!
But Chen Ling yet was like having precautions early on. In the instant the wild goose shadows swayed then turned sideways dodging. Except the first wild goose shadow whistlingly cutting open a half centimeter deep blood wound on his side neck, the remaining few all pounced empty!
A few light sounds transmitted from the earth. The remaining few wild goose shadows already on the bluestone slab road, left a few thumb thick black holes, deep not seeing the bottom!
The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe rapidly spun in the drizzle. The broad sleeve hems danced with the wind. Along with Chen Ling stopping steps steadying figure, that light yellow Oiled Paper Umbrella also lightly flutteringly fell to the ground, emitting a light dripping sound.
Scarlet fresh blood flowed down from Chen Ling's neck place...
His both eyes attentively looked at the Old Man under the willow tree, cold as ice and frost.
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"Yi?" Seeing Chen Ling actually dodged away from this strike, on the Old Man's face surfaced a look of astonishment, "You... how did you discover it?"
"The ground under your stall is wet, explaining you just came not long ago... Moreover, you are selling calligraphy and paintings outdoors." Chen Ling pointed at the gray misty sky, slowly opening his mouth,
"Right now, is however raining."
Chen Ling turned the corner, the first time seeing this stall, then sensed a trace of something wrong. After all when Chen Ling fled what he chose was a relatively less people route. Normally even if someone wanted to set up a stall, they also wouldn't set up in this kind of sparsely populated place... When he walked forward carefully sizing up this stall, then even more certain of the thought in his heart.
This Old Man, mostly was deliberately choosing the location on the path he must pass by leaving, exactly in order to intercept himself.
Chen Ling didn't know his skills and means, so could only guard against at all times... But he absolutely never thought, the few black wild geese drawn on the Oiled Paper Umbrella, actually exactly was where the killing intent lay. If not for Chen Ling having precautions early on, changing to someone else I'm afraid would be instantly insta-killed.
"Observation ability is not bad." The Old Man slightly nodded, "If not for time being too tight, I could still arrange somewhat more comprehensively... what a pity..."
"You exactly are that group of Police Officers' superior?"
"Police Officers? I with them however have no relation... I am just an Umbrella Painter."
Chen Ling's eyebrows unconsciously wrinkled up, "You aren't a person of Red Dust Domain's official side?"
"Am." The Old Man sized up Chen Ling, seemingly in thought,
"It seems, you aren't a person of Red Dust Domain... Where do you come from?"
Chen Ling naturally couldn't possibly answer. However the Old Man's words, still let him obtain some information...
Although he represented the Red Dust Domain's official side, yet with those Police Officers maintaining order had no relation. It seemed here, Ordinary Persons and Divine Path Possessors were situated within two completely different systems, and not that kind of superior-subordinate structure of Enforcers.
"Interesting." Chen Ling lightly chuckled a sound. Under the situation where the neck was still continuously seeping out fresh blood, this smile appeared exceptionally bewitching,
"Since it's like this, how should I call you all? Red Dust Lackeys?"
In the Old Man's eyes flashed past a smear of cold color,
Pausing for a moment, still in a deep voice opened mouth:
"【Floating Life Painting】."