【Urban Flower Hunting Chronicles】(Volume 1, Chapter 8)

Chapter Eight: The God of Painting and the Carefree Song

Lin Qiu was discovered the first time he tried to spy.

Two men in black, each wearing sunglasses, were burly and resembled secret agents from a movie. Of course, Lin Qiu

didn't think so; they were just bodyguards hired by a wealthy person.

Lin Qiu swore he hadn't seen anything before they grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him inside.

He landed on the ground, a sharp pain shooting through him. Lin Qiu rubbed his injured buttocks, oblivious to a woman approaching

him.

"Third Sister, this kid's been lurking around outside, spying on us. He must have been sent by that old scoundrel Zhang Qiqiao

to gather "

a deep, middle-aged man's voice rang out.

"Oh, really?"

A melodious, heavenly sound, like the gentle murmur of a celestial spring, filled the air.

Lin Qiu looked up and saw a woman standing before him. Her eyebrows were delicate and arched, her face as red as cinnabar, her voice like

that of Nian Nu, her lips like those of Fan Su, her figure ethereal and beautiful, her skin fragrant and her body smooth and elegant . She possessed

the graceful bearing of a celestial being. She crouched down, her long,

flowing

black hair cascading to her ankles, her yellow gown trailing on the ground, exuding an air of regal grace. Her bright, phoenix-shaped eyes were fixed on Lin Qiu, as if trying to see right through him. So close, he could see her exquisite, flawless, fair face, as if

sculpted by the heavens, every inch exquisitely beautiful.

However, the scent emanating from her body made Lin Qiu hesitate. This woman was dangerous, his intuition told

him.

Although this celestial being's fragrance was unique, possessing both the allure, charm, and captivating allure of a mature woman, and

the purity and fragrance befitting a celestial being, judging from her scent, she could be incredibly fierce when angry,

and as docile as a kitten when gentle.

So this kind of woman, though seemingly ruthless, is uncontrollable; yet, though seemingly gentle, she is an exquisite collectible,

a man's favorite.

Lin Qiu's eyes widened; when had his self-control become so weak?

"Chop him down."

A heavenly voice rang out, but Lin Qiu found it strangely grating.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Lin Qiu struggled, watching the celestial beauty's departing figure.

"Third Sister, let me handle this. I like the people Zhang Qiqiao sent the most..."

Lin Qiu saw a middle-aged man, around forty years old, burly, almost two meters tall, holding

a machete, walk up to Lin Qiu, and grinned maliciously.

Lin Qiu felt a chill run down his spine and immediately cried out, "Help!"

"I'll cut off your tongue first."

The man's sinister face was full of smiles.

"Wait, I have something to say."

Lin Qiu shouted at the celestial beauty.

"Go tell the King of Hell."

The man's blade fell swiftly.

My life is over; this was Lin Qiu's last thought.

With a clang, the middle-aged man's knife was knocked away by a dart, embedding itself three feet into the ground.

"What is it?"

the woman asked calmly, her back to Lin Qiu.

"I'm actually a painter, apprenticed to the painting god, Waka no Utau,"

Lin Qiu shamelessly fabricated.

"A painter? Interesting. Your master is Waka no Utau, hehe!"

The celestial beauty laughed, suddenly turning around, her beauty breathtaking!

"Pah! That painting god, Waka no Utau, what kind of person is he? To have a trash disciple like you? It's laughable

! Haha!"

the man laughed arrogantly, as if he had heard the most ridiculous words in the world.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you,"

Lin Qiu said angrily.

"Clap clap clap."

The celestial beauty clapped her hands. "You have courage. What proof do you have?"

"Give me a pen and paper, that's all,"

Lin Qiu said, his tone radiating confidence.

"Give it to him,"

the celestial woman said calmly.

Lin Qiu took the pencil and first sketched the celestial woman's face on the paper, then refined the details.

In less than half an hour, a portrait of a beautiful woman was completed.

To be honest, Lin Qiu was indeed very good at painting, especially women. His aunt had taught him this skill, and he had used

it to deceive many girls. At the time, due to his young age, he hadn't taken any further action.

The celestial woman studied the painting for a long time, her gaze softening as she looked at Lin Qiu. Of course, the woman in the painting

was herself.

When his aunt taught him to paint, she said that this technique came from the painting goddess Hege Wuyou.

Although Lin Qiu had seen what the painting goddess Hege Wuyou looked like, he had also heard of her great name—a very mysterious person

, and the number one of the top ten most mysterious people in the world according to Time magazine.

"This kid's painting is not bad, but he may not be the disciple of the painting goddess Hege Wuyou. I think he's probably just fooling

us ,"

the man said, his tone revealing a hint of disdain.

With a "slap," the celestial woman slapped him across the face.

"You bastard! I've known Hege Wuyou for many years. Don't you know her painting techniques?"

the celestial woman said angrily, her beautiful eyes wide open.

"Yes, yes, Third Sister is right."

The man smiled obsequiously, like a mouse before a cat.

"Young man, judging from your painting, you are indeed her disciple, but you haven't been under her tutelage for very long."

The celestial woman's attitude changed, becoming gentle.

"Sister is absolutely right. I've only been her disciple for three years."

Lin Qiu said, "My aunt taught me three years ago too."

"You glib-tongued fellow, your master and I are sisters, you should call me Auntie."

The celestial woman laughed, her previous fierce demeanor gone.

"Sister is so young and beautiful, how can I call you Auntie? Wouldn't that make you sound old?"

Lin Qiu flattered.

"Hehe, no matter how beautiful I am, I'm not as beautiful as your master."

The celestial woman said.

Goodness, the celestial woman wasn't even as beautiful as the Painting Goddess and Song Wuyou, Lin Qiu was stunned.

"Nonsense, in my heart, you are no less beautiful than my master."

Lin Qiu continued,

"Your master has been traveling around for three years now. I wonder where she is now?"

the celestial woman asked.

"I don't know where my master is either. She left three years ago after taking me as her disciple.

I don't know where she is now either,"

Lin Qiu said, his tone tinged with sadness. This guy was putting on quite a show.

"Hey, how did you end up here?"

The celestial woman's gaze gradually faded as she suddenly asked.

"I went to register for Kyoto University this time. I went to the restroom just now and smelled a fragrance, so I followed the scent and

quietly came to this carriage. I didn't expect to be discovered by your people. You know what happened after that."

Lin Qiu was telling the truth this time.

"I see. But why is there a fragrance in my carriage?"

the celestial woman asked curiously.

"That fragrance is your body scent,"

Lin Qiu whispered.

"Ah."

The celestial woman's face flushed red. She didn't know why she wasn't angry. According to her

usual habits, anyone who spoke frivolously to her would be killed with a single stroke. When did she find herself in such an embarrassing situation?

Lin Qiu was stunned. He had never seen the celestial beauty reveal such a womanly side before, shy and delicate like a peach blossom

in March .

"You brat, are you courting death?"

The man, who had been displeased, was so angry that his teeth chattered.

"You scoundrel, who are you to speak here?"

The celestial beauty gritted her teeth.

"Third sister, this boy is a complete fraud."

The man was filled with disgust at Lin Qiu's appearance.

"My affairs are none of your business. Besides, do you think I don't know whether he's a fraud or not? Do you need to

remind me?"

The celestial beauty retorted angrily.

"Little brother, don't pay them any mind. My name is Feng San Niang. Call me Third Aunt from now on."

The celestial beauty showed Lin Qiu a gentle demeanor.

"Yes, Third Aunt."

Having succeeded, Lin Qiu, upon smelling the celestial beauty's fragrance, deduced her hobby: she loved

painting . So he catered to her interests and, to gain her trust, he only needed to use the titles of "Painting God" and "Song Wuyou"

to deceive her. Unexpectedly, it all worked.

Lin Qiu knew the celestial woman's preferences, namely Feng San Niang, and naturally catered to her interests when discussing topics, making

her chuckle.

Through further inquiry, Lin Qiu learned that Feng San Niang was one of the five leaders of the Qing Men, China's largest gang. Her trip

north was to retrieve the Zhan Tai Pearl from the traitor Zhang Qiqiao. The secret behind this was unknown to anyone, but it was rumored

to be related to a Qing Dynasty treasure.

Of course, Feng San Niang didn't reveal much, and Lin Qiu knew little either.

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