Chapter 253 White-faced Scholar

There are more and more ghosts in the ghost refining world of killing people and catching souls. He has never continuously searched for targets and hunted, but this time it is different, because there are more than a thousand people in the whole Red Beard Gang. Being a robber is freer than a mercenary, and the income is higher and more stable, so the Red Beard Band is more attractive than the Blackfire Mercenary Regiment. It is a normal thing to be larger.

To destroy such a team, even if it is impossible for the Black Fire Mercenary Regiment to fight head-on, then Bai Niao Chong has no way to directly kick open the gate of the Red Beard Bandit Gang, fight face to face, and kill Hu Shengyuan and his robbers. However, he also has his own method, his method. The method of the ghost refiner, the hunting method of the ghost refiner.

There is no need to face any robber to hunt them in the dark, let an invisible fear slowly erode the hearts of the robbers until they kill them at the right time.

Every time Bai Niaochong's action is only aimed at small-stock robbers. Once you take action, you will never leave a living mouth or a body. If he meets an innocent person who is robbed by robbers, he will destroy the body after those people leave. When he does it, he will also use the illusion of the Holy Heart Sutra to change his appearance and make multiple disguises. What does it matter if a false and non-existent face is seen?

After ten days of hunting, more than 100 people were killed by the Red Beard Bandits, which scared the small group of robbers to hide in the nest of the Red Beard Bandits and dared not come out. But there is a news from Linhei City that a hero is specially designed to save those suffering masters who were robbed by the Redbeard gang. He is still very handsome and sven.

In just ten days, this mysterious young man blew all over the streets and alleys of the Black City. Originally, only a few rescued miserable owners had seen the mask of Bai Niao Chong, but there has been a dramatic change in this matter. Some painters smelled business opportunities in this matter, launched their related works one after another, and funnyly named a white-faced scholar.

Walking in the streets and alleys of Linhei City, as long as there are stalls selling calligraphy and paintings, you can see portraits of white-faced scholars, or smile at the flowers, or look out under the moon, or stare at the fish in the water, etc., which are all the same. Those painters who make a living by painting give full play to their imagination. The white-faced calligraphers they paint are not only romantic, but also handsome.

But in the eyes of Bai Niao Chong, it is actually a sissy. More importantly, those painters imagined a beautiful man out of thin air, which is completely different from the mask he used. People in a weak position are eager for the emergence of heroes. Now they finally have one, but because of the desire in their hearts, they have been shaped into a sissy. This kind of thing makes him feel like he can't laugh or cry. What's more, he is not a hero at all. He has never deliberately tried to save anyone. Sometimes, he even thinks curiously that if those who worship the white-faced scholar, if they know that the true identity of the white-faced scholar is actually a ghost refiner, can they still maintain the exaggerated respect in their hearts?

However, ordinary people who are eager to be rescued have created a hero figure out of thin air, which is what Bai Niao Chong wants most to happen. In this way, no matter how many people he kills, everyone will subconsciously think, ah ha, the white-faced scholar man has shot again! And, it's not his bird rush, and he's not a ghost refiner.

Baihua Medical Center is not far ahead, but Bainiao rushed to stop. There are a lot of people on the street, such as rushing over, as well as bargaining merchants and buyers, etc. The scene is lively, but there are also mixed personnel. His eyes swept over the strangers, and finally stopped on a beggar in a corner near the Baihua Medical Center.

The beggar is dressed in shaggy clothes, unkempt, and very sloppy. He sat on the ground, but his eyes disappeared and wandered around at the door of Baihua Medical Center.

"Why, they didn't even find out that they were being stalked by fake beggars at the door? Or, what if they let the fake beggar stare at it like this?" Bai Niaochong thought secretly in his heart. He was sure that the reason why the beggar in front of him was a fake beggar was very simple, but every beggar would beg when he met a well-dressed passer-by, and there were many gorgeously dressed people passing by, but he did not beg from beginning to end.

If a beggar can't beg, is that still a beggar?

Knowing that he was a fake beggar and had an unspeakable purpose, Bai Niao Chong did not touch his mind. He bypassed him and jumped into the backyard wall.

The backyard was guarded by a female warrior of the Lingsen ethnic group, and it was found soon after hundreds of birds rushed in. Seeing the birds rushing in, the female soldiers of the Lingsen clan saluted one after another, and their eyes were full of respect. Their respect is, on the one is out of gratitude, and the other is out of admiration for Bai Niao Chong. Bainiao signaled them not to be rude. After a few words of conversation, they went straight to Lan Qingyi's study.

Lan Qingyi has not let him see her for a long time. Bai Niao Chong's lovesickness in his heart is squeezed in his heart, which has reached an uncontrollable level. He had never found an excuse to meet before, but now he has it. He broke through the barrier of the ghost city and became a ghost refiner in the ghost city. Shouldn't he tell her such a thing himself?

This is actually the reason why Bainiao Chong left Nancy and Meng Zhi in the Black Wolf Village and sneaked into the Black City alone. He came to see Lan Qingyi. In addition to the pain of missing in his heart, he also had a little bad idea. If Nancy and Meng Zhi walked together, his bad ideas would not be realized at all.

Several female disciples in the backyard were talking and laughing, and they didn't notice that the birds were rushing towards them at all.

"My white-faced scholar is the most like him. I bought it for three silver coins." A young female disciple showed a painting in her hand and said proudly.

"What do you take the most like him? This is my one. Look at the eyebrows, the mouth, and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes. What a melancholy look... Oh, I want to see him... I, I..." Another female disciple held a picture and looked up at the sky with a 45-degree vision. She looked demented and looked like a nymphomaniac. If you see a white-faced scholar, I'm afraid she can't do anything with her virtue, right?

"Do you just promise with your body?" Jin Linger's voice suddenly came from behind several female disciples. Suddenly, she was the first to see the low-key walking Bai Niao Chong, and then shouted, "Hey! When did you come in?"

Bai Niao Chong originally wanted to go around. He unknowingly flowed into Lan Qingyi's study, and then slipped into the underground secret room to date his beloved little master, and do something that they both love, but now it seems that there is obviously no such possibility.

"Ha ha, auntie, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are becoming more and more beautiful." Hundreds of birds sold a good mouth.

"It's not slippery. The patriarch has told me that you are not allowed to come back without her permission. How did you come in?" Jin Linger doesn't eat this.

"I have something important to see my master. I have no choice but to come. There is a fake beggar stalking outside the door. Didn't you find it?" Bai Niao Chong said.

"Uh? Where is it? Do you ignore our Baicaomen? How dare you stare at us at the gate!" Jin Linger was still hot-tempered. As soon as she heard that someone was staring at the door, she immediately became furious.

Hundreds of birds rushed out the position of the beggar, and Jin Linger strode out. Seeing her leave, Bai Niao rushed to the study. But at this moment, a female disciple stopped him again.

"Hey, little nephew, come and give us a comment. Whose white-faced scholar portrait is more like?" A female disciple said loudly.

Bai Niao Chong was quite speechless, and he was just in a daze. Several female disciples came to him with their own paintings. Those people in the painting are all the same person, white-faced scholar. The white-faced scholar with flowers, the white-faced scholar with a fan, the white-faced scholar who watches flowers, the white-faced scholar who watches the fish, the sissy white-faced scholar, the white-faced scholar who is not male or female... These white-faced scholars are displayed in front of him one by one, making him laugh or cry. What does the so-called white-faced scholar look like? Doesn't he, as a fabricator, still know? Now he is surrounded by these eight aunts and sisters, delaying his good things. How can this make him feel better?

"Little nephew, you are talking."

"Yes, we are waiting for your opinion."

For the only male disciple in the Baicaomen, who is the lowest in terms of generation, these eight female disciples have never put the hundred birds in an equal position. In front of Bai Niaochong, they rarely put on the stinky appearance of their elders.

"Is that so? Sisters and sisters, you turn around and take your paintings. I've read them one by one from the back, and then tell you which white-faced scholar is the real white-faced scholar, okay? Bai Niaochong paused and added, "I just heard it outside. It's the most authoritative way to distinguish the authenticity of the real white-faced scholar portrait."

It must be the most authoritative way to distinguish the true from the false. Several grandmothers and sisters immediately turned around. One by one, they opened the painting, held it regularly, stood, and waited for the identification results of the hundred birds.

Half of the time passed, but I still didn't hear the hundred birds rushing out the result. In the depression, several eight women turned around, but where were the hundred birds rushing people?

"Damn, he... ran away!"

"Really, he is the lowest-generation."

"Compason with the white-faced scholar, this boy can't even compare with a toe of the white-faced scholar."

"It's not that exaggerated, is it? I think it can be compared with one foot hair at most.

"Are you stupid? How can there be hair on the feet of the white-faced scholar?"

Yes, how can the sissy white-faced scholar have hair on his feet? Bai Niao, who was already in the study, heard the argument outside, shook his head, and thought confusedly.