Before Yun Wei could speak, Isaac had already quietly slipped behind the artificial hill in the flower bed.
Yun Wei then realized that the other person looked exactly like him, and if he ran into them directly, he would have to rack his brains to explain.
Unsurprisingly, at that moment, the man in red suddenly turned his head and glared sharply at Yun Wei. After seeing Yun Wei's appearance clearly, he continued to stare at Qin Lushu on the steps with an unfriendly expression.
He pointed to the portrait in his hand and sneered, "Oh, this is what you meant by never having seen it before?"
The sarcasm in his words was even stronger.
Qin Lushu shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Oh dear! That just means the portrait painting skills of your Dali Temple still need improvement—look at the nose and lips you painted, they're completely different from my handsome Brother Yun."
The man in red was immediately enraged and shouted, "Qin Lushu, you—"
But after talking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a reason.
Hearing this, Yun Wei had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.
As soon as he stood at the bottom of the steps, he heard the man in red speak with an imposing air, "Hey, you're the mage who used magic without permission in the Ninth Heaven, right? Come with me!"
Yun Wei was immediately startled.
It wasn't because of the man's threat, but because he saw clearly the portrait the man was holding.
To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen himself so dazed.
Whether for the sake of realism or not, the charcoal sketch on rough paper exaggerates the nasal grooves, nostrils, and lips, making it look exceptionally ugly.
He was a completely different person.
No wonder Qin Lushu said he had never seen it before.
Even Yun Wei himself absolutely could not accept being drawn like this.
Seeing his silence, the man in red assumed Yun Wei had shown weakness and was about to step forward to seize him.
The man's palm technique was unusually skillful, striking directly at Yun Wei's pulse point.
Yun Wei did not sense any fluctuations in magic or battle aura.
However, this simple martial art was so swift that he felt there was no way to avoid it.
He was about to silently cast a defensive spell to separate the opponent, but his vision blurred, and when he saw the familiar back, he promptly stopped the output of his magic.
Isaac, now back to normal, finally appeared.
His follower didn't use any fancy skills; he simply parried with his arm, blocking the red-clad man's grab.
It's unclear whether the warriors have their own methods for judging strength, but seeing that his attack missed, the man in red stopped.
He simply stared at Isaac, looking him up and down with a rather wary expression.
"Alright, Huo Mingchan, I just thought you were joking. But if you make another move, don't blame me for turning on you." Seeing the three of them on the verge of a fight at the bottom of the steps, Qin Lushu quickly spoke up.
"Hmph, who has the mind to joke with you?" The man named Huo Mingchan snorted coldly, but looked at Yun Wei, who was being protected by the foreigner, and said, "You're the kid that Brother Lang mentioned in his letter earlier, the one who helped him a lot?"
The "Lang Ge" mentioned by the other party should refer to Xie Mulang.
Yun Wei nodded and stepped forward, saying, "Yes, it is I."
Huo Mingchan put away the unfolded portrait, a forced smile on his face. "I'm truly impressed. You all claim you're not from Bili City."
The arrival of a strange group of people from the East China Sea had already given them enough trouble.
Unexpectedly, another one has appeared here.
Huo Mingchan thought to himself, Xie Mulang is really careless. Doesn't he worry that the other party is in cahoots with the previous group?
Yun Wei had no idea what he was thinking, and only said, "Yes. I come from another continent..."
"Alright." The man in red waved his hand, adjusted the sword hanging at his waist, and said magnanimously, "Our ancestors made a mistake and were exiled from Bili City, which is their just deserts. Although it's not a glorious thing, a man should be upright and honest, what's wrong with that?"
Yun Wei: "..."
Even if he were slow to realize, he would now realize that the other person was thinking on a completely different wavelength.
I might as well just look at my nose and contemplate my heart, seeking only peace and quiet.
Seeing that he remained silent, Huo Mingchan said no more, only saying, "In Bili City, spells of level three or higher cannot be used. This is a rule set by our ancestors and cannot be violated. Considering that this is your first offense and has not caused serious consequences, I will let you off this time."
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei quickly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for informing me, brother. I will certainly keep it in mind."
Seeing how delighted people were by the snow, he suddenly decided to use magic to add to their joy.
Only when he sensed the prying spiritual forces while casting his spell did he realize something was amiss.
If someone with ulterior motives were to use destructive magic in the city, the millennia-old foundation of Bili City could be destroyed in an instant.
“Brother Yun, don’t mind him. I think it’s quite good.” Qin Lushu lifted the hem of his robe and skipped down the steps. “I’ve grown up in the city and this is the first time I’ve seen someone use magic to create warm snow… I’ll write a report and send it to Tianji Mansion later. We can do this every year from now on.”
While he was sitting idly in the Taichang Temple, he also saw the magnificent, warm snow falling in the swirling wind. When he went outside the temple, he also heard cheers and exclamations from the crowd.
The Court of Imperial Sacrifices was in charge of etiquette and moral education, and guided folk customs; this was naturally his duty.
Moreover, etiquette and customs are inextricably linked.
Customs are established based on traditions, and traditions are formed through customs.
Huo Mingchan, however, was unimpressed and remarked coolly, "This is how you guys ruined the rules."
Upon hearing this, the handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth rolled his eyes and sneered, "Instead of wasting your time meddling in other people's business, you should go and practice your mediocre painting skills. Huo Mingchan, it's embarrassing to admit, but you were taught by the same master as me."
Huo Mingchan was amused by Qin Lushu's complaints. "That's right, of course he can't compare to our Jade Flute Young Master, who is skilled in both music and painting. He painted the famous 'Xie Lang Dancing with Sword' in Licheng when he was just over twenty."
Even he himself felt a pang of jealousy when he said those words.
Perhaps feeling he'd made a fool of himself, and having exchanged a few more words in a lull in his spirits, the man in red strode away with an arrogant air.
Yun Wei and Isaac stood aside, quietly watching the show.
He felt he was sick.
Now I can get into anything I watch.
He had previously thought he had been infected by Vivian, but now he realized that the root cause was probably Alch's "A Collection of Love Stories".
Once the red-clad man's figure had completely disappeared, Qin Lushu let out a soft sigh.
He said to Yun Wei, "Look, the three of us grew up together. Don't let his appearance fool you; although he's clumsy and stubborn, he's actually not a bad person."
Yun Wei, however, discerned a different meaning in his words.
He tentatively asked, "What does Brother Qin mean?"
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