Chapter 179 The Picture of Tiger Roaring in the Mountain
Xiao Nuan still wants to argue with Huang Feng, who is younger? She can do it as a dowry, bed warmer, or have children at her age!
It was just the sudden situation below that made them lose their intention to gossip.
Above the official road, there was a caravan parked. Many people stood together but did not dare to get too close. They were very wary of each other.
Xiaonuan asked doubtfully: "Miss, what's going on?"
"Let's go down and have a look."
Li Motang said, and the sword fell from the air.
The caravan invited monks, and when they saw another monk falling in the air, everyone was not very surprised, but they all took a few steps back, full of distrust.
"What's going on?" Huang Feng asked.
The man who looked like the leader of the caravan said: "There is an evil spirit that has sneaked into our caravan. Two people have already disappeared. This evil spirit seems to be able to change into our appearance, so we don't trust each other very much."
"Is there such a thing?" Huang Feng was a little surprised, "Now this evil spirit is among you?"
The leader of the caravan hesitated: "Should...should be there."
"Can you tell the difference?" Huang Feng turned around and asked.
Li Motang felt it carefully for a while and shook his head: "No, some monsters are not very strong, but they have strong disguise and learning abilities. Not only people, but also anything they have come into contact with can change and imitate, making it extremely difficult to be discovered."
Xiao Nuan said in surprise: "Wouldn't it be possible to enter the city and live as a civilian?"
"Of course not." Huang Feng remembered what he saw in the records of the Monster Collection Department, "Disguise and change have become its instinct for this kind of monster.
It will not stay in one state for too long and will keep changing. In addition, this kind of monster will also take off its disguise when eating. It is said that it likes to eat the creatures it imitates. "
After hearing this, everyone in the caravan turned pale.
The leader of the caravan spoke tremblingly: "You mean, the two missing people were... eaten?"
Huang Feng nodded: "It's very possible, and now that it is disguised among you, it means that there are not two missing, but three."
"Ugh!" Someone couldn't help but ran to the side and vomited.
Many people didn't have such a big reaction, but when they saw the person vomiting, they felt uncomfortable.
The leader of the caravan saw that Huang Feng and the others had extraordinary looks and were well-informed. They seemed to be much better than the monks he hired. He felt a little more trustful and quickly asked, "Then how to find them?"
Huang Feng said: "Wait, wait until it can't help itself."
The leader of the caravan was a little embarrassed: "How long do you have to wait? I have a lot of goods waiting to be shipped to Zhaoyang. If the deadline is exceeded, you will lose money."
Huang Feng looked at him: "You may not be able to save your life, but you are still thinking about losing money. Even if you get to Zhaoyang, the officers and soldiers at the city gate will not let you enter the city if they learn about it.
If you conceal this matter and sneak into the city, you will be jailed if you are found out. How about you leave now? "
When the chief heard this, he panicked and said quickly: "No, I won't leave until I leave. I hope the three immortals will help me."
"Well, besides waiting, I have another way." Huang Feng took out an unrolled picture scroll from the square inch object and tossed it in his hand.
"Immortal, what is this?" the person in charge asked hurriedly.
Not only the people in the caravan, but also Li Motang and Xiao Nuan were a little curious.
Huang Feng unfolded the scroll and said loudly: "This is a gift given to me by Gong Yangyong, the lord of Yunzhong City, a strong man in the Tianmen Realm. The painting is called "Tiger Roaring in the Mountain"."
When Li Motang heard this, he knew he was talking nonsense. When did Gong Yangyong give him the painting.
Everyone looked at the scroll, which showed a round and fat creature standing on the stone and roaring, with the word "ouch" on it.
The people in the caravan looked strange, and the person in charge couldn't help but said: "This...is this a tiger?"
"Where are you coming from?" Huang Feng asked.
The person in charge replied: "Jiangzhou."
"Are you all from Jiangzhou?" Huang Feng asked again.
Everyone in the caravan, including the employed monks, nodded.
Huang Feng then said: "No wonder, your Jiangzhou is in the south. This is a tiger from the north, which is different from your tiger in the south."
Xiao Nuan wanted to speak, but Huang Feng glared at her and quickly hid behind Li Motang.
Li Motang didn't know what he was going to do, so he asked in his heart: "What can you do?"
Huang Feng smiled and said: "I thought of a very childish way, let's give it a try."
Li Motang reminded: "If Senior Gongyang learns that you used his name to show off with such an ugly painting, I will definitely not spare you!"
Huang Feng didn't care at all: "How could it be? I helped him find Sister Wanqing. He must not call me little brother. He must protect me from now on. He will not argue with me about this little thing.
Besides, what's so ugly about this painting? Doesn't the word "ouch" capture the essence of Tiger's Roar? "
Li Motang really wanted to snatch the painting away and smear it on his face.
After the exchange in his mind, Huang Feng continued to brag to the people present: "You should have heard the legend of the Lord of Yunzhong City. This painting can predict good or bad luck and determine the authenticity. I will hang this painting in the carriage in a while, and you will come to it one by one." To enter, just touch the painting three times.”
Someone in the caravan asked: "Three breaths of caress? How to identify monsters?"
"If a disguised monster touches this painting, the tiger will jump out of the painting and tear it into pieces." Huang Feng said, looking at the shopkeeper, "Which of these carriages can I lend to you?"
"Is there anything special about it?" the supervisor asked.
"No." Huang Feng shook his head, "The monster will be torn into pieces in a while, and the carriage will be bloody and bloody. It may not be easy to clean, so just choose a simpler carriage. Don't waste it."
He said it so seriously that everyone in the caravan seemed to believe it.
"Then this is the one." The manager quickly pointed to the oldest carriage.
Huang Feng entered the carriage, hung the painting, jumped down and said, "Come in one by one, close the door, touch the painting for three breaths and then come out. Which of you will come first?"
The leader of the caravan was somewhat responsible and was the first to say, "I'll go first."
After entering the carriage, closing the door, and after three breaths, the principal came down from the carriage and exclaimed: "This painting is indeed magical. The tiger is so scary. His eyes were so piercing that cold sweat broke out on my back."
Everyone was confused, how could the painting they just looked at be so exaggerated, but seeing that the master was fine, others felt relieved and entered one after another.
But when those who entered again came out, they were as amazed as the principal.
"What did you do?" Li Motang asked in his heart.
Huang Feng smiled and said: "I focused the artistic conception of the "Nine Types of True Art" on the tiger's eyes."
Li Motang suddenly realized that he probably guessed his method.
One, two...
The entire convoy of twenty-three people all entered once. As they got to the back, everyone became more and more nervous, but nothing happened until the last person was left.
"You...what are you looking at me for? It's not me. I'm not a monster. I'm going in right now." With everyone staring at him, the guy quickly got into the car. After three breaths, he jumped out of the car, confidently. "Look, it's not me."
Everyone was a little confused.
"Are the monsters not among us?"
"Didn't anyone touch it?"
"Immortal, this..." the principal asked doubtfully.
Huang Feng smiled and said: "There is indeed someone who didn't touch him, the one behind you."
The principal looked back and was shocked: "Immortal, that...that is my wife, we still... this morning..."
Huang Feng was stunned for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder: "My condolences."