《I joined a chat group and was treated like a high roller.》


 Chapter One: The Old Monarch Carries His Sword to Save the World

    In the evening, the setting sun was like fire, and the sunlight sprinkled down like broken gold.


    On the pure white rice paper, the last harsh brush stroke fell, and a picture scroll permeated with the vicissitudes of antiquity leaped out.


    Clouds and mist circled the mountain, and ancient trees were pale and lush.


    At the foot of the deep and gloomy mountains, the originally peaceful town was shrouded in darkness, a hideous and ghastly evil ghost was hunting for food, and the earth was like a prison.


    The mountain road was rugged.


    An old Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes was lifting his feet to walk out of the Taoist temple, he had white hair and was full of murderous intent, carrying a pale ancient sword on his back, wanting to go down the mountain to subdue the demons!


    Ye Feng stepped back a few steps, gazing at this one day to complete the "Old Monarch back sword picture", silent for a long time, a long sigh.


    Laojun carries the sword to save the people!


    This is a beautiful trust in his heart.


    There are also feelings of resentment.


    Nowadays, demons are rampant, evil spirits everywhere, every day we can see all kinds of bizarre death cases.


    Even though there were also supernatural beings among the humans who could fight against the demons and ghosts, the number was still too scarce to take care of the deaths of all people.


    "When will it end?"


    Ye Feng shook his head and took his own exclusive seal on the side and stamped it on the Old Monarch''s Sword Carrying Picture.


    This painting, if placed in the previous world, was enough to cause a stir and shock the world, but in this turbulent world, it was nothing more than a piece of scrap paper.


    Yes.


    Ye Feng was a traveler and had already come to this world for a full eighteen years.


    When he just came here, he thought that this was a technological world similar to Earth because there were skyscrapers and cell phones and computers.


    However, when he saw the news about a stern ghost killing people, his entire body was confused.


    This was simply the supernatural world!


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    Gradually, Ye Feng knew that there were supernaturals in this world.


    Either they were born with some kind of ability, or they were cultivated later in life, there was no absolute strength or weakness, it all depended on personal qualifications.


    Qualified human beings are a minority, ten thousand people may not be able to appear in one!


    And Ye Feng belonged to the majority.


    "I should be the most miserably mixed up traveler ......"


    Ye Feng laughed to himself.


    You have completed a "Heirloom Painting", experience value +1000.


    The flat system beep echoed in his mind, Ye Feng habitually called up the system panel and swept his eyes casually.


    Host: Ye Feng


    [Age: 18]


    [Cultivation: None


    ¡¾Skills: zither (skill near Dao), chess (skill near Dao), calligraphy (skill near Dao), painting (skill near Dao), tea (skill near Dao), wine (skill near Dao), flower (skill near Dao), fishing (skill near Dao), craftsmanship ......¡¿.


    It''s a long list, so long that you can''t even see the head of it.


    The hierarchy of skills is very simple, from low to high are:


    Beginner''s Gate, Small Achievement, Entering the Profound, Practice Makes Perfect, Pure Flame, Unexplainable, Out of the Spirit, Transcendent, Returning to the Essence, and Skill Near to the Way!


    Ye Feng had basically reached the level of "skill close to Tao".


    Over the past eighteen years, no matter what Ye Feng did, he would get experience value, but it was all in the area of a certain skill.


    He didn''t bother counting how many skills he knew anymore.


    It wasn''t much use anyway!


    In this world where demons and monsters were rampant, who knew that one day he would somehow die horizontally?


    This system was like a chicken rib.


    Ye Feng is also open-minded, opened a painting and calligraphy store, can live one day is one day, and so on a few hundred or a few thousand years later, the demons are cleansed a clear, maybe he will be found these heirloom masterpieces, is also regarded as the history of the world.


    The just-painted "Laojun Carrying the Sword" was carefully framed and hung on the wall in the center of the store.


    Ye Feng scrutinized it for a moment and couldn''t help but mutter in his heart:


    "Taoist Monarch ah Taoist Monarch, I hope you bring me some good luck, demons and monsters are scared away by you ......"


    This painting was the work of his heart and soul, and it took him three days, knowing that in the past, he only used a few hours at most to paint.


    The "Laojun Carrying a Sword" could not only be the pinnacle of the painting art, it was also mixed with the calligraphy, sword art, and so on, which was skillful and close to the Tao, and sent Ye Feng''s wish of swatting the demons with the sword, so it could be called a work of mastery!


    The small store rarely had customers.


    It was good to be open once in half a month.


    Ye Feng himself planted some vegetables in a flower pot in the house, he pulled a few garlic cloves, cooked them in hot oil, poured in boiling water, and boiled in a letter of hanging noodles.


    This was his dinner.


    While eating the hanging noodles, Ye Feng opened his cell phone and flipped through the news.


    "Kyoto No. 375 Psychic Bus appeared late at night, three Inhumans teamed up to explore it, nowhere to be found, officially classified as a Class B Calamity Event!"


    "Yesterday, Sakura Country was attacked by a sea beast, hundreds of thousands of people died tragically, the official used missiles for defense, eventually the sea beast escaped with injuries, classified as a SS level calamity event!"


    "Yude Middle School encountered a ghost, the entire school of 2,000 teachers and students only three survived, classified as a B-class calamity event!"


    Ye Feng frowned frequently as he watched.


    Calamity events were the federal government''s classifications of various disaster events, which were categorized into:


    D grade, C grade, B grade, A grade, S grade, SS grade, and SSS grade!


    The current SSS grade calamity event was just a concept and hadn''t really appeared yet, while five years ago, there was an SS grade calamity event in A-Three Kingdoms that led to the loss of millions of lives, and no details had been released so far.


    It was worth mentioning.


    The division of calamity levels is not based on the terror of the source, but is defined by the number of deaths caused by the calamity!


    For example, the 375 psychic bus was actually very terrifying, and there hadn''t been any cases of survival so far, but since it appeared very few times and not many people died, the calamity level wasn''t high.


    This time, it was classified as a B grade, or because of the disappearance of three xenomorphs.


    "Yude Middle School ......"


    Ye Feng was most concerned about this one event.


    Looking at the news introduction, this Yude Middle School was in his city, only about 20 kilometers away from his small store!


    "Should I run away?"


    The corner of Ye Feng''s mouth twitched slightly.


    After contemplating for a moment, he still dismissed the idea.


    Because there weren''t many safe places in the world right now, although the paranormal incident at Yude Middle School was horrifying, the degree of calamity wasn''t too high, so perhaps it would soon be solved by the Inhumans!


    "Dingdong ......"


    At this time, the cell phone penguin suddenly popped up a message.


    "The Heavenly Exchange Group invites you to join ......"

 Chapter Two: The Group of Heavenly Exchanges

    The Heavenly Exchange Group?


    The corners of Ye Feng''s mouth twitched slightly, and he casually wanted to click reject.


    But his finger just placed on it, but hesitated, hesitated for two seconds, and turned to choose agree.


    Although the name of this group seemed to be very middle-aged, but on weekdays Ye Feng didn''t have much to do, he was so idle that he was growing hair, it was not bad to have someone to nag on.


    "If the group is full of idiots, big deal, I''ll withdraw again."


    Ye Feng thought to himself.


    It was worth mentioning that this world was home to various comics and novels that he had read in his previous life, but they were all products of more than twenty years ago.


    And the revival of aura and the rampage of demons had started since then.


    Literature left over from the old era was one of the very few recreational activities available to ordinary people who could face death at any time.


    How lonely was invincible: "Newcomer? Welcome welcome welcome!"


    Heaven''s Proudest Daughter: "The usual rule, newcomers first pop the picture!"


    Mere Mortal: "Burst photo burst photo!"


    Da Wei Tian Long: "Amitabha Buddha, welcome newcomer! The little monk just caught an 800 year old ginseng spirit, which monk wants it? [Picture]"


    Ye Feng clicked on the picture and looked at it, and found that it was a large three meter long carrot.


    A real ginseng couldn''t be that big!


    How lonely is invincible: "I''ll take it! I''ll go grab any Buddhist texts you want!"


    I''m really a Tai Chi Master: "Heaven has a good virtue! An eight hundred year old Ginseng Essence is not easy to cultivate, why don''t you let it go, Master?"


    Da Wei Tian Long: "Zen Master Zhang, this demon killed a village of people."


    I am truly a Tai Chi Master: "That''s fine!"


    Heaven''s Proudest Daughter: "I also want the eight hundred year old ginseng essence ...... Master, what do you want to know?"


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    Inside the richly decorated room.


    Su Xiaoyan, a young girl of about eighteen years old, was lying on her back on the bed, her curves exquisite and her red lips bright, she wiggled her two little feet, her big black gem-like eyes full of excitement.


    "Eight hundred years of ginseng essence, if I eat it, it''s enough to further my cultivation!"


    The ink fragrance filled the small store.


    Ye Feng looked at the chat inside the group, the corner of his mouth couldn''t help but hang a smirk as he muttered to himself, "These people, they are quite deep into the drama."


    From the group nicknames alone, he roughly analyzed the character of his groupmates.


    How Lonely is Invincible was definitely an egomaniac!


    Mortal is a real person, Da Wei Tianlong pure white snake legend read too much, the proud daughter of the sky is a narcissist, as for I am really a taijiquan master ...... in reality should be a person who has learned a little taijiquan!


    In fact.


    Ye Feng also learned Taijiquan.


    Even in the taijiquan attainments have been skillful almost Tao!


    However, there is no use, he can not cultivate the "spiritual power", futile moves, but no lethality.


    "These people have a good mindset."


    Ye Feng stroked his chin.


    Nowadays, demons were rampant, even the foreigners could face the crisis of death at any time, and the people in the group played the role in the novels, fantasizing that they were cutting down the demons and removing the devils.......


    It''s kind of bitter-sweet!


    Dawei Tianlong: "Sword Demon Schizo, I''m sorry. The young monk wants to know something about the two green and white snakes this time."


    Heaven''s Pride: "Yay!"


    How Lonely is Invincible: "Depressing, little girl where on earth did you know so many secrets from ......"


    Heaven''s Pride Girl: "Hehehe, actually I want Sword Demon Senior''s Dokuroku Nine Swords even more, why don''t I give you the Ginseng Essence and how about you pass on the Dokuroku Nine Swords to me?"


    How Lonely is Invincible: "The wind is very noisy today~ Why don''t the newcomers talk?"


    Lying on the bed, Su Xiaoyan''s small mouth skimmed.


    Rejected again!


    A month ago, this group suddenly appeared in Su Xiaoyan''s mind, there were a total of only four members in the group, but everyone''s origin was mind-boggling!


    How lonely it is to be invincible, to the extent that it is the Sword Demon Dokuroku!


    A character that only existed in novels had come to life, which made Su Xiaoyan all excited.


    The other three were not simple either.


    Da Wei Tian Long is the Fa Hai inside the White Snake Tale, the mortal called Zhang Zhi Wei is the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and I am really a Taiji Grandmaster is the Wudang Grandmaster Zhang San Feng!


    In fact, Su Xiaoyan wanted to get Fa Hai''s Buddhist teachings the most.


    After all, this one was a member of the Divine Immortal Plane, but naturally, Fa Hai demanded to shave his head not to mention that he didn''t accept female disciples!


    "I wonder what the newcomer is from?"


    Su Xiaoyan leaned on her chin, her big eyes flashing as she looked at the nickname of the newcomer who had just joined the group, muttering in her heart.


    "''Artist''...... such a modernized name, it can''t be the same as me, right?"


    "Well, it''s not necessarily so, after all, the mortal Zhang Zhiwei is also a modernized person, but not in the same world as me, but a parallel universe ......"


    It was at this time.


    The newest member of the group sent a message.


    Artist, "Hello everyone."


    Su Xiaoyan''s mind moved slightly, and a line popped out of the chat box, "Wow, the newcomer finally spoke, exploding photos exploding photos, this is the rule, every one of us has exploded photos!"


    "Exploding photos?"


    Ye Feng thought about it and felt that it was nothing to post a photo.


    So he raised his cell phone, compared to a scissor hand, clicked, only took a picture of the upper half of his body, and then clicked send.


    "Sent it so quickly?"


    Su Xiaoyan was surprised for a moment, her eyes fell on the photo, the first thing she saw was the modernized white shirt.


    The second eye was the scissor hands, the red lips could not help but skim.


    "Old-fashioned" three words have not yet surfaced in the mind, the line of sight drifted to the white face, her eyes stalled, the small heart suddenly jumped sharply a few times.


    "So handsome ah......"


    Su Xiaoyan muttered under her breath.


    The person in the photo, wearing a white shirt, immaculate, he was smiling, his appearance was not particularly handsome, but he had a unique temperament that was beyond the ordinary, so that when one glanced at him, one would not be able to remove his eyes.


    Compared to Zhang Sanfeng, who was recognized in the group for his immortal style, this newcomer had a more ethereal and leisurely airy and immortal aura.


    Give people the feeling, as if he will at any time will be immortalized, does not exist in the vast turbid world .......


    The group fell into dead silence for a while.


    Unlike Su Xiaoyan, although the other four people in the group were also frozen.


    However, their main attention was not on Ye Feng''s body, but rather focused on the wall behind him, a picture of Laojun Carrying a Sword that had been inadvertently photographed halfway up!

 Chapter 3: Half a Painting, Cracking the Buddhas Golden Body

    Half of the painting, only the top half was revealed.


    A lone peak stood, shrouded in clouds and mist, old trees coiled around it, and a small Taoist temple sat alone at the top of the mountain, left out of the world.


    The old Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes was carrying an ancient sword on his back, his eyes full of killing intent, as he was stepping out of the gate of the kantian.


    It was an ink painting.


    Other than black and white, there wasn''t any kind of other colors.


    The sky in the painting had no sun, only thick dark clouds, heavy and heavy, giving people an inexplicable feeling of depression.


    But only where the old Taoist priest stood, there is a ray of slanting sun ......


    No, it was not a slanting sun.


    Rather, it was a sword light that contained but had not yet been released, breaking through the layers of dark clouds into a ray of light, as if it was trying to wash away the sky and cleanse the world of filth!


    "This painting, this painting ......"


    Wudang Mountain, in the Taoist temple.


    Zhang Sanfeng stared blankly at the painting that had been enlarged by him by half, his gaze seemed to be fixed on it, and his whole person did not move at all.


    In a trance, he felt that he had become the person in the painting.


    A great sadness filled his chest, the thickness of the dark clouds was unbearable, Zhang Sanfeng, as if he was there, subconsciously reached out and grabbed, the sword hanging on the wall flew to his hand.


    "Almost, almost!"


    Zhang Sanfeng grasped the scabbard with one hand and held the hilt with the other, wanting to pull out the sword.


    But he always felt that it was so close, there was no reason for this sword to be pulled out, because there was only half of this painting, and the other half was the reason why the old Taoist priest had taken the sword and descended from the mountain!


    A long time.


    Zhang Sanfeng decadently put down the sword in his hand.


    He did not dare to pull out the sword, the painting is not complete, the sword will have no target, the accumulation of all the strength of the body of the sword, will only hurt themselves!


    But Zhang Sanfeng also had a wonderful premonition.


    If he could really draw this sword, he would step into a whole new realm that he had never reached in his life!


    "Half! Why is it only half!?"


    On a mountain cliff, the black-clothed Dokuroku Kushan was frantic.


    Sword qi was spreading all around him, slicing the ground under his feet into pieces, and an extremely ugly-looking eagle beside him hid far away for fear of being affected.


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    "No, this one painting, I must see the complete version!"


    It took a long time for Dokuroku to calm down.


    He had been obsessed with swords all his life, and in just forty years, he had reached the realm where no sword was better than a sword, and was definitely described as an unprecedented genius!


    But just the moment he saw this half of the Old Monarch''s Sword Carrying Picture.


    Dokuroku realized that his sword path which he thought had come to an end had taken a turn for the better, and the ancient sword carried by the old Taoist priest in the painting had a profound sword path that he had never seen before!


    Dragon Tiger Mountain.


    Heavenly Master''s Mansion.


    The old Heavenly Master was shrouded in golden light like substance, surging like a tidal wave, causing the disciples of the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain to look at the top of the mountain in shock, thinking that there was a great enemy coming.


    "Senior brother?"


    A slightly worried voice sounded outside the door.


    "I''m fine."


    The old Heavenly Master responded calmly, the golden light on his body gradually fading away.


    There was a long silence.


    Only then did he let out a dark sigh, "Perfectly integrating the ultimate sword dao into the ultimate painting dao, the existence that made this painting has an appalling comprehension of the dao ...... Unfortunately, it doesn''t match my dao."


    In the square, it wasn''t that he had intentionally cast the Golden Light Mantra.


    Rather, it was because the sword intent in the painting made his body feel a terrifying crisis and autonomously inspired it!


    "The heavens and the heavens exchange group ...... the heavens and the heavens, the unfathomable beings are really too many and too many, half a painting makes it difficult for me to hold myself, hey, the Dao has no end ah ......"


    A temple in a temple.


    Fa Hai''s face was pale at this time, full of horror.


    Right at the moment this picture appeared, the golden statue of Buddha behind it, unexpectedly bloomed with infinite Buddha''s light, going to suppress that half a painting.


    However, the truly horrifying thing was yet to come!


    In that half-picture, the old Taoist priest wearing a worn-out Taoist robe, as if he had suddenly come to life, glanced expressionlessly towards the golden statue of Buddha, and that ancient sword was also sheathed for half an inch, with a murderous aura of millions of pounds.


    Just one glance!


    Ten thousand feet of Buddha light suddenly extinguished!


    "Click ......"


    A crisp sound suddenly rang out, Fa Hai stiffened and slowly turned his head.


    In his stagnant line of sight, the golden statue''s head split in half, and in the center of its brow, a tiny sword mark was clearly visible ......


    ......


    Inside the small store.


    Ye Feng was slightly puzzled, why did all the groupies suddenly stop talking?


    He clicked on the photo and looked at it, and searched and thought that it wasn''t that bad.


    Although handsome is handsome, but not to the point of shocking the world and crying to the gods, there is no reason for people to be shocked and unable to speak.


    Really a group of strange people!


    Ye Feng looked at the few names inside the group and rubbed his chin.


    He could probably tell now.


    The person whose group nickname was "How Lonely is the Invincible" should be playing the role of the Sword Demon Dokuroku.


    And Dawei Tianlong needless to say, Fa Hai undoubtedly.


    I really Taiji master, known as "Zhang Zhenren", no doubt, he played the iron is Taiji Zhang Sanfeng!


    Now there are two other people who don''t know who they are playing.


    One is a "commoner".


    One is "the proud daughter of heaven".


    The former has only said one sentence since the beginning, there is no way to guess.


    The latter ......


    Ye Feng''s face looked slightly odd.


    Judging from her exchanges with other group members, she was probably playing the "protagonist" of a chat group type novel!


    "Quite good at playing."


    Ye Feng had a smile at the corner of his mouth, having such a group of "self-indulgent" living treasures could indeed relax his tense mind.


    At this time, there was once again a movement in the group.


    How lonely is invincible: "@Artist brother, can that painting alone give me a complete version? What do you want, the seventy-two Buddhist stunts? Dragonfalling Eighteen Palms? The Six Veins of the Divine Sword? Including my Dokuroku Nine Swords, you can have them all!!!"


    I''m really a Tai Chi Master: "Poor Taoist''s Tai Chi Fist and Tai Chi Sword can also be exchanged."


    Painting?


    Inside the opulent house, Su Xiaoyan froze for a moment before noticing that there was still half a painting on the picture.


    "The group was so quiet just now because they all went to study that half painting?"


    Su Xiaoyan drifted off.


    Her gaze fell on the half painting and she frowned a small frown.


    Although it looked stunning and had a strange and unspeakable mood, other than that, she couldn''t see any other special places.


    "Is it because my cultivation is too low?"


    Su Xiaoyan''s beautiful eyes flashed.


    It was the first time she had ever seen Dokuroku Kusum get so excited, which meant that there was bound to be something unusual about this painting, and its value in Dokuroku Kusum''s eyes even exceeded that of an eight hundred year old Ginseng Essence!


    "It''s a pity that I don''t know which big brother the newcomer is, otherwise I can dramatize it, and maybe I can exchange that painting into my hands ......"


    Su Xiaoyan muttered.


    Half a painting?


    Ye Feng was slightly stunned and looked at the photo he had just posted, it turned out that he had taken half of the Old Monarch Carrying a Sword Picture in.


    "I can''t imagine ah, there''s even someone in the group who knows what they''re doing?"


    The attainment of this painting was extremely deep, ordinary people who looked at it just felt that it was stunning and uncommon, but if they had some research on the painting, they would be able to know the significance of what the painting represented!


    Not daring to say that there was no one after it, but it could definitely be called unprecedented!


    "But, how did they think of exchanging it with some Dragonfall Eighteen Palms or Taijiquan? Going off the deep end, right?"


    Ye Feng cried and laughed.


    He didn''t think so, after all, the group of friends weren''t opening their mouths to ask for the real artifacts without a B-number, they just wanted a photo to look at it, and it didn''t have any real value.


    Aimed his cell phone at the "Laojun Carrying Sword Figure", took a complete picture, and then sent it into the group.


    After thinking about it.


    Ye Feng jokingly typed, "Forget about the 18th Palm of the Descending Dragon or whatever, if you really want to give something, send a red envelope!"

 Chapter 4: The Five Thunders of Righteousness!

    Wudang Mountain.


    Zhang Sanfeng stood up with a huff.


    Such an amazing painting ...... is so dry and sent out?


    The price is just a small red packet?


    For a moment, Zhang Sanfeng was a bit confused about what kind of path this newcomer was in the end, and whether his words carried a deeper meaning?


    Incidentally.


    The currencies in circulation in different worlds were different, but they could be sent out directly through the chat group, and then they would automatically be converted into the coins of the other party''s world.


    The group was quiet once again.


    Not only Zhang Sanfeng, everyone was frowning in thought.


    On the contrary, it was the painting, for a short period of time no one even bothered to carefully observe it, they were all carefully trying to figure out the deeper meaning in Ye Feng''s words.


    Su Xiaoyan was torn.


    She had more money than she could spend, but what the newcomer wanted was definitely not simple money.


    On the contrary, she didn''t have anything else of value either.


    "Why don''t we ask for his real name and dramatize it?"


    Su Xiaoyan hesitated.


    She didn''t understand the newcomer''s character, and was worried that asking directly would draw displeasure from the other party, which was the last thing she wanted to see.


    "The newcomer looks young, The Old Monarch Carrying a Sword Picture shouldn''t have been painted by him ...... But that''s not the point, the painting belongs to him, and he directly sent the painting to the group, surprisingly without any encryption!"


    "This means that he let everyone see the painting without compensation!"


    "But on the other hand, he also said that he didn''t want any Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, he just let a red envelope be sent out ......"


    On the mountain cliff, Dokuroku meditated.


    Will the other party lack money?


    The Doktor thought that it wouldn''t, even if the one who drew the Old Monarch Carrying Sword Picture wasn''t this newcomer, it was still something that belonged to him, and its value was immeasurable!


    How could such a person lack money!


    Longhu Mountain, Heavenly Master''s Mansion.


    The old Heavenly Master half squinted his eyes and muttered:


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    "The red packet is probably just a pretext, what he really wants should be everyone''s sincerity."


    "This painting, it is useless to my Dao, but if I observe it from time to time, it has quite a lot of benefits, after all, it contains the supremacy of the Dao, the world''s ten thousand paths, different paths and the same ...... This person has such a painting, the height of the realm where it is located, it is difficult to think about it!"


    "Befriending him, there is no harm in a hundred benefits."


    The old celestial master was light-hearted and sometimes showed the side of an old codger.


    And that didn''t mean he didn''t want to go further!


    Especially after joining the "All Heavens Exchange Group", he knew that there were Immortals in the world, and Fa Hai''s world was an example.


    After pondering for a long time, the old celestial master finally made up his mind.


    The old Heavenly Master finally made up his mind.


    In his heart, he silently said, "Uploading the Five Thunderbolt Law, viewing privileges are only open to [Artist]!"


    Meditating for an instant.


    He sent out another one thousand dollar red packet, and the recipient was also an [Artist].


    As a tourist attraction, Longhu Mountain''s annual income was quite substantial, and the old Heavenly Master could easily take out more, but since what the newcomer really wanted wasn''t a red packet, there was no difference between sending out more or less.


    The point was the attitude!


    "Regardless of the newcomer''s background, this picture of the Old Monarch carrying a sword alone is not comparable to the Five Thunders Orthodoxy."


    The Old Celestial Master muttered to himself.


    "Dingdong."


    "Group Alert: Mundane has uploaded the Five Thunders Positive Technique!"


    At the same time, an exclusive red packet appeared on the chat interface, and the recipient was the artist.


    Five Thunders Orthodoxy?


    In the opulent house, Su Xiaoyan directly jumped up from the bed, her face full of surprise.


    "Old Heavenly Master even took out the Five Thunders Orthodox Method that is never spread out by Longhu Mountain, the value of this Old Monarch Carrying the Sword Picture is far higher than I imagined!"


    Su Xiaoyan''s beautiful eyes stared, quickly realizing this crucial point.


    "Then, what do I have to give?"


    She fell into deep thought.


    ......


    "Five Thunder Orthodoxy? The old man is really willing to pay for it." On the cliff, Dokuroku smacked his lips.


    At the same time, a trace of clarity rose in his heart.


    The old Heavenly Master was undoubtedly demonstrating an attitude that not only valued this painting, but also valued this newcomer!


    With the pearl and jade in front of him, apart from Fa Hai, it would be difficult for anyone else to come up with something more valuable.


    "Dokuroku Nine Swords? Not enough to look at."


    Dokuroku sighed bitterly, "I can only send out more inventory, fortunately, over the years, I''ve also collected a few secret martial arts books."


    To an ordinary person, the Dokuroku Nine Swords were certainly precious.


    However, the Sword Dao contained in the Nine Swords of the Lone Ruler was as worthless as a glowing fire when compared to the Sword Dao contained in the Laojun''s Sword Carrying Diagram!


    "Dingdong."


    "Group Tip: How Lonely the Invincible is uploaded ''The Nine Swords of Dokuroku'' and ''North Underworld Divine Power''!"


    "Group Alert: I''m really a Taiji Master uploaded ''Taiji Fist'' and ''Pure Yang Wuji Gong''!"


    Following closely behind were two exclusive red packets.


    "Five Thunder Orthodoxy, Taiji Fist, Pure Yang Wuji Gong, North Underworld Divine Power, Dokuroku Nine Swords ...... ah ah ah ah, so envious, I want every one of them!"


    Su Xiaoyan pounded the bed hard.


    These are all things that she asked for countless times but could not get, even if the drama is not, the group are all human, the pressure box of kung fu of course will not be easily taken out!


    Yet now, it appeared so simply.


    Golden Mountain Temple.


    Fa Hai folded his hands together, his eyebrows lowered, in his eyes was the flawless "Laojun Carrying the Sword Picture", behind him, the head of the gigantic golden Buddha statue had completely cracked, the Buddha''s light was no longer there, dull and awnless.


    "Let this painting be used to refine my Buddha''s heart." He spoke softly.


    "Group Alert: Da Wei Tian Long uploaded the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra!"


    ......


    "What an illiterate person."


    Looking at the figure leaving the small store, Ye Feng shook his head slightly.


    Just now a customer came to the store, wandered around for half a day, and in the end, he even wanted to buy away the Laojun Carrying Sword Diagram for a thousand dollars!


    Wasn''t this bullshit?


    Although in this demonic world paintings and calligraphy are not worth much, but his paintings, as long as a little eyesight knows that it is a masterpiece, the cheapest can be sold for about five thousand.


    Not to mention this "Laojun Carrying a Sword", twenty thousand is not even expensive!


    Back to the table and picked up the cell phone.


    Ye Feng lightly "eek" a sound: "really send red packets? Or exclusive red packets, this group of people is quite real ......"


    There are red packets do not lead white not lead.


    Ye Feng smilingly clicked on the red packet sent by "Mere Mortals", his eyes casually swept over, his eyebrows could not help but raise.


    "One thousand dollars? Quite generous."


    He opened the other two red envelopes in turn, and there were two thousand and four thousand dollars inside respectively!


    "How generous! Right, what else did they upload ......"


    Ye Feng sighed with emotion, clicked on the group file, and after seeing the several "divine skills", the corner of his eyes suddenly twitched.


    It''s hopeless!


    These a few middle two diseases, at least late stage.


    Although the heart does not think, but ghostly, Ye Feng still can not help but open the "mortal" uploaded the "Five Thunders Zheng Fa".


    "The Jade Clear began to be clear, the true talisman told the alliance, pushing and moving the two airs, mixing the one into the true. Five Thunder Five Thunder, rush will be Huang Ning, dense changes, roaring electricity swift thunder, smell call that is to ......"


    Ye Feng softly recited.


    At the back of the incantation, there was a specific line of action.


    "Rumble."


    A shocking thunder suddenly exploded.


    Ye Feng was startled, he put down his cell phone and walked to the store door, looking up, he only saw that the cloudy sky was suddenly dense, and a lightning bolt illuminated the dome of the sky.


    Heavy rain, poured down.

 Chapter V. A Knock at the Door in the Middle of the Night

    "It''s raining again."


    Ye Feng stood in front of the door, looking at the gloomy sky, somewhat silent.


    According to the research papers published by the federal government, the more it rained, the more likely evil things would appear.


    In fact.


    It was only yesterday that it rained heavily, and the news that followed it was that only three of the more than two thousand teachers and students of Yude Middle School, 20 kilometers away, died!


    "Ai!"


    Sighing, Ye Feng closed the store door and stuck a talisman paper on the door.


    He had spent a lot of money to buy this, it was called "Evil Exorcism Talisman", it should be useful, at least in the last few years he hadn''t seen any ghosts.


    At least he hadn''t seen any ghosts in the last few years, so it could be seen that the talisman had worked!


    Heaven''s Proudest Girl: "[Picture]"


    Heaven''s Proudest Daughter: "Suddenly a good-sized lightning bolt, snowy and bright, like a knife cutting open the sky, almost across the entire earth ...... Could it be that a terrifying evil thing has come out?"


    Mundane: "This lightning ...... how do I look a little familiar ......"


    Heaven''s Proud Lady: "Familiar?"


    Mere Mortal: "Well, it seems like I''ve seen something similar somewhere, but I can''t recall it for a while. However, the sudden appearance of thunder may indeed be accompanied by the emergence of evil things, so you should be careful these days."


    Longhu Mountain, Heavenly Master''s Mansion.


    The old Heavenly Master looked at the snowy lightning, the corners of his eyes throbbing.


    In fact, he could already see why this lightning looked familiar, it was purely the Yang Five Thunders of the Five Thunder Positive Laws!


    But how could it be?


    Such voluminous lightning was beyond the reach of human power.


    It was simply heavenly punishment!


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    "The world where that little girl is from also has the Five Thunder Positive Laws? It doesn''t make sense, according to her, that world''s Longhu Mountain has long since fallen." The old Heavenly Master pondered.


    Suddenly, the corner of his eyes trembled.


    His eyes slowly shifted to the Five Thunders Orthodoxy that he had just uploaded, and he suddenly saw that that newcomer had already claimed it!


    "Impossible, right?"


    The old Heavenly Master''s mouth went a little dry.


    A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind, but he didn''t dare to think about it deeply because it was just too unbelievable.


    "It shouldn''t be him, after all, everyone is not in the same world ......"


    The old celestial master reassured himself.


    It was at this moment that he saw a message appear in the group, and immediately his entire body froze.


    Artist: "Indeed, this lightning appeared too abruptly, the shocking thunder just now startled me as well, rainy days are most likely to breed evil things ...... Ai, eventful autumn ah!"


    Su''s plutocracy.


    Su Xiaoyan retracted the line of sight that was looking at the rain curtain and moved to the chat group instead, and her gaze suddenly stagnated.


    The newcomers also saw lightning?


    It also rained heavily?


    Su Xiaoyan stayed for a few seconds before suddenly picking up her cell phone and dialing a number with a solemn tone:


    "Within the scope of Shenzhou, give me a word and painting store ...... Yes, all of them, one can t be missed! Also, the operator is a young man. Always remember, once you find it, absolutely do not bother the other party, notify me immediately!"


    Hanging up the phone.


    Su Xiaoyan stretched out her hand and rubbed her small face vigorously.


    There was undisguised excitement in her beautiful eyes, and her earlobes were red with excitement, "This newcomer, is actually in the same world as me!"


    Right!


    Su Xiaoyan''s heart stirred as she typed in the group, "@Artist that pair of Laojun''s Sword Carrying Pictures, did you draw them?"


    She looked carefully to make sure the tone would not reveal anything before sending it out.


    Dragon Tiger Mountain.


    When the old Heavenly Master saw "Heaven''s Proudest Daughter''s" question, he instantly understood that this little girl must have guessed something as well, and was obviously testing the waters.


    Of course, he was equally concerned about this question.


    In fact.


    At this moment, the members of the group were all staring at the chat group, knowing that "original author" and "owner" were two very different concepts!


    If it was the former, it would be very scary!


    Ye Feng thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing to hide, so he simply replied, "Yes."


    It was really him!


    Everyone sucked in a breath of cool air, among them, the Old Celestial Master was shaken in his heart, but there was also a hint of relief.


    Only an existence that drew the Old Monarch''s Sword Carrying Diagram would be able to comprehend the Five Thunders Positive Technique and invoke thunder as if it were heavenly punishment in such a short period of time, right?


    Human power was unattainable.


    But what if it wasn''t human?


    The old Heavenly Master suspected that this newcomer might be a true immortal!


    Because of this.


    The other members might know that the newcomer was strong, but they had no concrete idea.


    Only the Old Celestial Master, who was well-versed in the Five Thunder Positive Law, understood how terrifying it was to be able to unleash a Yang Five Thunder that was shaped like a heavenly calamity!


    "I wonder if it''s stronger or weaker compared to the Immortal Buddhas of Fa Hai''s world?"


    The old Heavenly Master muttered to himself.


    In the Golden Mountain Temple, Fa Hai mouthed the Buddha''s name, his brows lowered:


    "Half a painting can crack the golden body of the Buddha. Throughout the three realms, there are only a handful of people with such great power. Within the chat group, there is really an extraordinary existence ah ......"


    The group was a little quiet again.


    Ye Feng felt like a chat terminator, every time he finished a sentence, everyone would be silent for a long time.


    At this time, it was already late in the day.


    Rainy days and nights overlapped, and the chances of evil creatures appearing increased drastically.


    Ye Feng in his previous life was a typical night owl, sleeping at 1am was considered early, but after coming to this world, he never dared to go beyond ten o''clock at night!


    The later the time, the heavier the Yin Qi!


    Other than Inhuman, whoever dared to stay awake at 12 o''clock in the middle of the night was really headstrong!


    "It''s time to sleep."


    Ye Feng looked at the time, it was already 9:30 pm.


    Charging his cell phone up, he then got under the covers, closed his eyes, brewed for a moment, and soon a slight breathing sound came out.


    The night was deep, and the sound of heavy rain was urgent.


    A slim figure clad in a red raincoat wandered through the streets, pausing from time to time, and finally stopping completely, stopping outside Ye Feng''s small store.


    After a few seconds.


    A slender palm that was pale to the point of being out of the ordinary reached out from under the red raincoat, and gently, yet rhythmically, knocked on the door.


    "Knock, knock ......"

 Chapter 6: The Ghost, the Night Watchman

    An empty, silent tapping echoed through the depths of the night, not loud, but strangely unable to be muffled by the downpour.


    Three seconds passed.


    The rhythmic knocking sounded again.


    "Whew."


    The talisman paper affixed to the door burned noiselessly, turning into ashes.


    "Creak."


    The door was pushed open, and a slim figure clad in a red raincoat walked into the small store, bright red droplets sliding down her raincoat, making the floor wet and dark red.


    She slowly raised her head, revealing a ghastly white face.


    A pair of blood-colored eyes were dead and cold, containing no human emotions, only an unspeakably deep malice!


    Her mouth was firmly sewn shut with a dense and creepy thin thread.


    Suddenly.


    On the shelf next to it, a peculiar wooden sculpture shaped like a tiger and leopard, with a head and tail like a dragon, with a pair of feathered wings on its shoulders and a unicorn horn on its head trembled slightly.


    "Roar."


    A golden and jade-like shadow leapt out from the wooden sculpture, opened its bloody mouth and let out a silent hiss.


    The woman clad in the red raincoat''s footsteps paused, subconsciously twisting her head to look, and in the next moment, a thick color of fear flowed out of that cold, dead, hideous face.


    She turned around and ran.


    However, it was already too late!


    The wooden sculpture shadow flickered and directly swallowed the red raincoat in one bite!


    The pupils of the eyes that flickered with a faint golden light turned, and there was actually a touch of humanized satisfaction, and then it turned around and turned into streams of light, re-drilling into the wooden sculpture, not moving at all.


    The small store regained its calm.


    The ground was clean and dry, without any water stains.


    The heavy rain poured down, and only the open door of the house was proving that something had entered the party.


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    ......


    "Strange, the scent suddenly disappeared when it reached the neighborhood."


    "Damn it, every time it rains, the red raincoat has to run out and make a mess, and it''s also slippery, letting it escape again and again!"


    "Don''t be careless! Although the Red Raincoat is only a C-class calamity source, it is too special, some psychic experts predicted that if it keeps growing, it might become an S-class calamity source, capable of influencing the heavens within a certain range!"


    "That''s why we need to finish it off as soon as possible! Speaking of odd, it''s supposedly not raining tonight, do you think it will ......"


    In the heavy rain curtain, two black figures were sprinting.


    Their movements were strangely fast, spanning dozens of meters every second, their gazes scanning around like falcons.


    At their waists, each of them hung a gong.


    The gong represented a special identity.


    It is a special organization set up by the government, called "night watchman", divided into copper gongs, silver gongs and gold gongs!


    The significance of their existence was to eliminate evil spirits and demons, maintain the normal order of human society, and ensure the safety of ordinary people.


    "It better not be."


    One of them wore square-framed glasses, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "If she has grown to the point where she can influence the heavenly signs ...... both of us, we might both die here!"


    "Hehehe."


    The other man gave a dry smile, "I just mentioned it casually. Don''t worry, she must not be that strong, otherwise why run?"


    "That''s ...... true wait!"


    Suddenly, the two people stopped together.


    Their gazes were grave as they looked towards the roadside in the pouring rain, a store with an open door was particularly conspicuous.


    "Came one step late."


    The man wearing square-framed glasses had a slightly sunken face.


    The other man cursed, clenched his fists, and rushed towards the small store with an arrow step, "Go in and take a look, maybe there''s still a way to save."


    The man with glasses sighed and followed.


    The ghost codenamed "Red Raincoat" didn''t kill many people, so the level of calamity was not high, but none of the ordinary people targeted by her could survive!


    It haunts every rainy day, and has been besieged several times, but has escaped unharmed.


    An expert in spiritualism predicted that if the Red Raincoat was allowed to keep killing people, sooner or later it would grow into an S-class source of calamity, capable of creating heavy rain out of thin air even on a sunny day.


    Rainy days were its home ground!


    And being able to create an environment favorable to it meant that it had mastered the most headache-inducing "Ghostly Spirit"!


    When the time comes, no one will be able to check it.


    The two rushed into the store, and when they first looked at the floor, they frowned.


    Because the floor is too clean!


    According to the information, wherever the "red raincoat" passes through, it will leave a large area of blood-like rainwater, which lasts for at least three hours before disappearing.


    They tracked it all the way, lost the trail ten minutes ago, and searched along the road.


    In such a short period of time, the blood rain water could not possibly disappear!


    "Could it be that the red raincoat didn''t come?"


    The two men looked at each other incredulously.


    This was too out of the ordinary.


    A room with the door of the house open was simply telling the evil creature a signal: come and kill me!


    "This is ......"


    Suddenly, the man wearing glasses stared, crouched down, and looked at the puddle of black ashes under the door.


    He stretched out his finger and dipped it, coming closer for a sniff, his eyes suddenly became stern, and he quickly took off the gong hanging at his waist, "Be careful, this is the ashes of burning talisman paper, it''s infested by a malicious ghost! The red raincoat is definitely here!"


    The other man''s face was austere, his body''s searing qi and blood boiling around him, golden light glowing on both fists as he cautiously scanned the four directions.


    "What level is the talisman paper?"


    "I''m not sure, but I guess it''s ordinary low-grade talisman paper, otherwise it wouldn''t have been able to block the red raincoat!"


    The man with glasses whispered.


    All the muscles in their bodies were tensed, and they cautiously moved their steps towards the depths of the small store.


    "How do I feel ......"


    The glasses man''s face turned a little white, "Many pairs of eyes are staring at me?"


    "You also have this feeling?"


    The other man gulped, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, "I thought it was my illusion ...... We shouldn''t, have entered a ghost nest, right?"


    Eyes met.


    They stopped walking at the same time, both seeing the fear in their respective eyes.


    Cold sweat drenched their backs, the pores of their bodies exploded, if this was really a ghost nest, they were afraid that they would not survive ten deaths today!


    "Splat."


    Suddenly, the lights in the room inside lit up.


    Slight footsteps came.


    They looked at each other, both saw the determination and ruthlessness in each other''s eyes, only waiting for the ghost that made the sound to show up, then they would fight to the death!


    If they could take away one, they would be counted as one!


    At this moment, the lights in the store also lit up.


    A handsome-looking young man with an outstanding temperament walked out and stood beside the one-button alarm device that every store had, staring at them suspiciously and vigilantly:


    "Both of you, curfew time has passed, this store is closed!"

 Chapter 7: Refuting the Evil Beast

    "Human, or ghost?"


    One of the night watchmen stared at Ye Feng with a wary gaze.


    They had planned to make a move as soon as the other party showed up, but when they saw Ye Feng, they were all stunned for a moment, vaguely thinking that one with such an outstanding temperament shouldn''t be a ghost.


    That was why they stopped their movements.


    Strangely enough, the feeling of being gazed at by countless gazes disappeared at the same time this young man appeared!


    "One try and you''ll know!"


    The man wearing glasses did not hesitate to strike the gong in his hand.


    "Dang."


    A crunching sound and sound waves reverberated.


    A layer of almost invisible ripples rose in the air and brushed over Ye Feng''s body without any reaction appearing.


    "It''s human!"


    The two night watchmen breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.


    Every night watchman, or night watchman, had a gong.


    Their rank was "brass gong", so they were in charge of a gong made of brass.


    It looked ordinary, but in fact, there were runes engraved on it that were specially designed to target evil creatures, and it was made from the gong of a man who was originally a Daoist priest, so that all evil creatures would have a reaction to the sound of the gong!


    Unless it was an extremely powerful top level evil creature.


    However, there was no need for evil things at that level to face off with their two tiny gongs, it was not a height at all.


    At this time.


    Ye Feng naturally noticed the gongs, his eyes moved slightly, and he said in surprise, "The two of you are night watchmen?"


    "Not bad."


    After determining that Ye Feng was a human, both of the watchmen relaxed a bit.


    The gong with glasses sized him up twice and frowned, "Are you the owner of this store?"


    "Yes."


    Ye Feng nodded his head.


    After learning that the two people in front of him were watchmen affiliated with the National Specialized Agencies, Ye Feng''s heart sank slightly and he had a bad feeling.


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    It was well known.


    However, wherever a night watchman showed up, there must be evil things infesting the place!


    "Did you notice anything wrong?" The other gong asked.


    "No."


    Ye Feng shook his head and hesitantly said, "I woke up just now because I heard the sound of you guys talking....... Two of you, is it possible that there are evil things in my place?"


    The two watchmen looked at each other, their faces were odd, and they were all a little bit crying and laughing.


    Seen a big heart, never seen such a big heart!


    Even the door had been opened by the stern ghost and the talisman paper burned out, but he was still able to sleep so soundly, not even noticing it halfway through the night.


    "Your life is really big."


    The gong wearing glasses lamented, pointing at the ashes of the talisman paper below, "Just now, the stern ghost codenamed ''Red Raincoat'' entered your store, I just don''t know why it didn''t attack you, I can only say that your luck is too good."


    Ye Feng was instantly shocked.


    Red Raincoat!


    This is a ghost that specializes in the rainy days, he had seen others mention on the internet that none of the people who have been attacked by the "Red Raincoat" have survived!


    "Was Red Raincoat captured by the two of you?" Ye Feng was more concerned about this issue.


    "Unfortunately, no."


    The other gong shrugged his shoulders as he surveyed the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall and his eyes lit up.


    "Since the red raincoat has entered your store, it is very likely that it will turn back, but don''t worry, we brothers will stay here tonight and stand guard until dawn ...... These word paintings are good ah, they look quite meaningful, did you paint them?"


    "Uh-huh."


    Ye Feng nodded absentmindedly.


    The red raincoat had noiselessly entered his store, and he had actually slept so much ......


    This meant that he had turned around at the ghost gate and almost returned to the west!


    "The wood carving is also very realistic and lifelike!"


    The gong wearing glasses complimented.


    He walked over to the shelf and casually picked up a brave wood carving, and was looking through it with interest, when he suddenly let out a shocked gasp and loosened his hand to take a look, noticing that there was a bit of blood-colored water stains in his palm, which seemed to still be fresh.


    His eyes steeply condensed, "This is ...... Li Mo, you come over for a moment."


    "What''s wrong?"


    The night watchman named Li Mo came over.


    Upon seeing the drop of dark red water stain in his companion''s palm, his complexion changed drastically, the qi and blood in his body erupted with a roar, and his entire body was like a furnace, blazing and exuberant:


    "The Red Raincoat is still here!?"


    They had dealt with the Red Raincoat many times, so they naturally knew that this dark red water stain was a characteristic of the Red Raincoat!


    "Not sure."


    The glasses-wearing gong had a somber face as he stared at the brave wooden sculpture and said slowly:


    "This drop of blood rain, originally on this wooden carving, when I picked it up, it stained my hand ...... but above the wooden carving, there is no evil aura, instead, it gives me a very comfortable feeling."


    "Comfortable?"


    Causeway Li Mo was stunned.


    "Things are a bit odd, notify the boss to come over." Glasses Causeway said in a deep voice.


    Ye Feng stood not far away, looking at the brave wooden sculpture that they were staring at in death, his brows wrinkled slightly, and he took two steps backward, maintaining a distance that wasn''t too far or too close.


    Judging from their reaction, it was possible that the evil thing was hosting that wooden carving at the moment?


    The brave wood carving, which was carved by Ye Feng three years ago, had not been sold so far because his carving skills had not yet reached great success at that time, and thus the character was more ordinary compared to other wood carvings.


    Didn''t they say that this thing wards off evil spirits?


    I should have known to throw it away!


    Took out his cell phone and searched for information about the "red raincoat", the corner of Ye Feng''s eyes jumped.


    According to the files released by the federal government.


    The Red Raincoat has a fixed pattern of killing!


    It usually appears on rainy nights, randomly selects a target, knocks on the door three times, and if you hear the knocking sound and ask questions, then you will immediately die a violent death!


    If you don''t hear the knock, or if you hear it and ignore it ......


    It will open the door itself and come in.


    And then kill you!


    For ordinary people, the "red raincoat" is simply an insoluble ghost, as long as they are targeted, they will certainly die.


    "Life hangs in the balance ah ......"


    Ye Feng silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.


    Although he didn''t know why "Red Raincoat" gave up killing him in the end, he thought that it should have something to do with the timely arrival of these two night watchmen.


    At this moment.


    In the midst of the rain, a figure came whistling, and there was an ear-splitting sound of breaking wind.


    The next second.


    Ye Feng saw that there was an extra person inside the store, with a square face and tall figure, wearing a dry black suit, his attire was basically similar to the two night watchmen.


    The difference was that there was a silver shimmering gong hanging from his waist.


    Silver gong!


    "Where are the things?"


    He had a serious face and went straight to the point as soon as he entered.


    "Boss, it''s here."


    Li Mo staggered to make way for a spot.


    Yin Gong was about to walk over, when suddenly his eyes inadvertently swept over the Old Monarch Carrying Sword Picture hanging in front of the hall.


    He was first stunned, and then his eyes subconsciously swept over one of the paintings and calligraphies hanging on the wall, and instantly his entire body was struck by lightning and froze in place.

 CHAPTER 8 This silver gong is so well cultivated ......

    Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, flowers, birds, insects and fish ......


    A calligraphy and painting that flowed with the rhythm of the Dao flashed by in Wu Zhongtian''s eyes like a slide show.


    Suddenly, his face turned white and he snapped out of it, a mouthful of blood gushing out of his throat, suffocating his face, but swallowing it down hard.


    When withdrawing his sight, only deep shock remained on his face.


    "All over the dao marks!"


    A small calligraphy and painting store was unexpectedly filled with all sorts of intertwined dao marks.


    Just now, he was worried about the "Red Raincoat" thing, he didn''t realize it for a moment, when he carefully looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging all over the room, Wu Zhongtian deeply felt what is called horror!


    "Are you kidding, this kind of place, what ungrateful evil creature dare to come!


    Wu Zhongtian''s heart was twitching.


    If he hadn''t woken up in time just now, this room full of intertwined dao marks would have been enough to make him collapse directly.


    Of course, it wasn''t his fault.


    Who knew that there were dao rhythms flowing through every painting and every word in this room?


    All sorts of Dao marks drilling into his brain at the same time was like forcing an entire ocean into a cup; instead of bursting the cup, the result would be that the cup would sink in the depths of the ocean, unable to even raise a splash!


    "There are advantages to being low in strength."


    Wu Zhongtian glanced at the two subordinates next to him.


    Being gongs, they simply couldn''t see how terrifying these words and paintings were, or else they would be half-mutilated at this moment even if they didn''t die.


    Taking a deep breath.


    Silver gong Wu Zhongtian glanced at the Laojun Carrying Sword Picture hanging in the hall, then quickly retracted his sight and looked at Ye Feng with a tentative tone, "The paintings in this room ...... were painted by you?"


    "It''s me."


    Ye Feng was distracted and did not pay attention to the honorific in the other party''s words.


    The corner of Wu Zhongtian''s eyes jumped.


    He naturally wouldn''t judge a person by his appearance, the man in front of him looked young, but he had a transcendent aura, and was definitely an old monster with a gong!


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    As a Silver Gong, he was already qualified to access certain secret secrets.


    In fact.


    The aura recovery didn''t start twenty years ago, a similar thing had occurred a hundred years ago, just on a very small scale.


    "I wonder what is your name, sir?"


    Wu Zhong asked cautiously.


    "Exempt your name is Ye."


    What level was a silver gong?


    If it was changed to the previous life, it was a big brother who was solely responsible for the security of an entire city!


    The hall of silver gongs, surprisingly, had such a good attitude ......


    Ye Feng has been writing and painting for many years, cultivating his body and mind, but he is not shocked by the changes, but he is still a little apprehensive inwardly, the other party will not suspect that he is colluding with the evil things and want to arrest and investigate, right?


    "Mr. Ye ......"


    Wu Zhongtian still want to say something, next to the gong Li Mo can not help but shout: "Boss, you want to come and take a look first?"


    Hearing that.


    Wu Zhongtian hesitantly glanced at Ye Feng, and seeing that he didn''t show any semblance of displeasure, he was relieved and said, "Mr. Ye, excuse me for a moment."


    This silver gong has a really good cultivation ah ......


    Ye Feng thought to himself.


    It seems that the rumors on the internet are untrue!


    He had often seen people spouting that the night watchman had a nasty temper and extremely poor quality, but the three he encountered today were all peaceful and calm.


    Especially this silver gong, it was simply too much quality!


    Wu Zhongtian walked to the front of the wooden frame, gazing at the palm of the spectacled gong, his eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded his head and said, "Bloody raindrops, indeed it is the residue of the ghostly power of the ''Red Raincoat'', where was it found?"


    He was quite strange in his heart.


    In terms of the dense dao rhythms inside this room, the Red Raincoat could never be here!


    Any piece of calligraphy or painting would be able to destroy its shape and spirit.


    "This is it."


    The Glasses Cauldron pointed to the wooden sculpture placed on the wooden shelf, "I was just holding it and playing with it, when I suddenly felt that something wasn''t quite right, and spreading out my hand, I saw this drop of bloody rainwater."


    "This is ...... Pixie?"


    Wu Zhongtian looked at the wooden carving and his mind was abruptly shaken.


    In a trance, he saw a huge and incomparable brave wagging its head and tail, roaring at him, but with a shake of its head, it disappeared again.


    "So that''s it!"


    Wu Zhongtian suddenly realized.


    What was a brave animal?


    A mythical beast, also known as "warding off evil spirits", in addition to its well-known ability to attract wealth, its true power lies in suppressing evil spirits!


    He had already guessed what was going on.


    It''s just that the code name "red raincoat" ghost is not long-eyed, even broke into this seemingly ordinary store, the result is directly by the wood carved into the brave to the living death of the Pixi!


    General brave sculpture can only be used for viewing.


    But this wooden sculpture, obviously by the hand of Mr. Ye, personally carved out, for it to give the Tao rhyme divine form.


    Although it is not a real brave, but also has a "ward off evil" ability!


    "It turned out to be such a result ......"


    Wu Zhongtian was a bit speechless, the severe ghost "Red Raincoat", which had given many silver gongs a headache, had died in such an unexplained manner, and its soul was dispersed!


    I''m afraid it didn''t even think that it would be planted in such a small store.


    Wu Zhongtian swept a glance at the other sculptures on the wooden shelf.


    Although he did not dare to look more, but he was still able to see, brave wood carving in the many sculptures, belongs to the more "inferior" kind!


    Among them was a jade sculpture that he nearly vomited blood after just glancing at it.


    "A casually carved ''brave'', will be able to easily ''red raincoat'' town death, Mr. Ye''s strength, powerful to unquestionable ah ...... "Wu Zhongtian''s heart palpitated and got a little excited.


    In his district, there was actually such a recluse and master!


    Forcibly suppressing his excitement.


    Wu Zhongtian tried to make his expression a little more natural.


    Since this Mr. Ye was living here in seclusion, it meant that he wasn''t very willing to show his face, and as a Yin Gong, under the national special department, he had to behave better, or else he would attract the other party''s displeasure, and it was hard to guarantee that something would happen!


    Many of these old monsters who had lived for a long time had eccentric temperaments.


    In the gazes of the two subordinates who did not understand.


    Wu Zhongtian walked to Ye Feng''s side and squeezed out a smile, "Mr. Ye, I''m really sorry for disturbing your rest at this late hour."


    "It''s nothing."


    Ye Feng has already gotten used to the excellent literacy of this silver gong, "But that red raincoat ......"


    "Don''t worry Mr. Ye, I understand!"


    Wu Zhongtian thought that Ye Feng was unwilling to let people know how Red Raincoat died, and immediately said with a big smile, "Red Raincoat will definitely not appear again in the future, and the archives will also weed it out!"


    What do you understand?


    Ye Feng was a bit puzzled, but when he heard the other party say that the Red Raincoat would not appear again, he immediately put his heart down.


    It had already been eliminated!


    See, the silver gong is in the end a silver gong, it''s extraordinary, striking a thunderous blow, it''s worthy of being a top Inhuman who can be responsible for the security of a city!

 Chapter 9 Mr. Ye, you can just call me Xiao Wu!

    "Trouble for the three of you."


    Ye Feng looked at the time, it was already one o''clock late at night, when the Yin Qi was at its peak.


    However, with one Silver Gong and two Copper Gongs here, he was more at ease than ever before, it was unlikely that there would be any more Li Ghosts coming to send them to their deaths in this condition!


    "Mr. Ye is polite!"


    Wu Zhongtian was terrified and waved his hands.


    Even though this Mr. Ye looked like an ordinary person overall, except for his extraordinary aura, if he was truly considered an ordinary person, he would be a purebred cerebral palsy!


    Talking to someone with high quality was comfortable.


    Ye Feng smiled.


    Anyway, it was already impossible to sleep tonight, he decided to retain the three night watchmen to ensure the safety issue tonight: "Haven''t asked how to call them?"


    "Wu Zhongtian, Mouth Tian Wu, Zhongtian as in the middle of the day! Mr. Ye, you can just call me Xiao Wu."


    Wu Zhongtian was overjoyed and hurriedly gave his name.


    This was a chance to leave a good impression in the big brother''s mind!


    Little ...... Wu?


    The two tongluo people were dumbfounded, is this still their boss, to be so ...... respectful to an ordinary person.


    Right, this is no longer just polite, it is respectful!


    Who doesn''t know that Silver Gong Wu Zhongtian is a violent temper?


    Although he does have a good attitude towards ordinary people and orders his subordinates to do the same.


    Because he believed that there was no honor or deference between ordinary people and Inhumans, and that Inhumans were also transformed from ordinary people, the world couldn''t do without Inhumans, but even more so, it couldn''t do without ordinary people!


    There were too few Inhumans!


    Only by ensuring that ordinary people survived could more and more Inhumans be born, and mankind could survive and not be exterminated.


    However, to make Wu Zhongtian be respectful to an ordinary person ......


    That would be bullshit!


    When Wu Zhongtian''s violent temper came up, even the golden gong dared to contradict him, and he was nicknamed "Lawless"!


    "So it''s Wu Yin Gong."


    Ye Feng slightly smiled, of course he would not call the other party "Wu", people are just being polite and courteous, it would be too stupid.


    After saying this, he fell into deep thought.


    He was thinking about what he should say in order for the three watchmen to stay and leave at dawn.


    Seeing Ye Feng silent, he only wore a faint smile.


    Wu Zhongtian''s heart moved, he thought that he "understood" Mr. Ye''s meaning, so he arched his hand and said: "The night is already late, we will take our leave, not to disturb Mr. Ye''s rest ......."


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    This is going to leave?


    "And slow down."


    Ye Feng subconsciously spoke.


    Wu Zhongtian''s heart trembled, secretly saying that this person would not want to silence them, right?


    He squeezed out a smile, unconsciously bowed slightly, and carefully said, "What other instructions does Mr. Ye have?"


    "Tonight, it''s hard for Wu Yinluo to come personally, the small store is simple and there is nothing to entertain, I brewed a few jugs of wine many years ago, the flavor is still okay, why don''t Wu Yinluo stay for a moment and have a few drinks?"


    Ye Feng spoke with discretion.


    "Wine?"


    The smile on Wu Zhongtian''s face stiffened a little, could it be deadly poisonous wine?


    He had the intention to excuse himself, but he didn''t dare to, so he could only bite his teeth and said, "In that case, then I''ll bother Mr. Ye."


    "Three of you wait for a moment."


    Ye Feng put down his heart and turned around to go back to the back of the house to fetch the wine.


    Waiting until his back disappeared from sight, Wu Zhongtai sighed heavily, encountering such an inscrutable master, he really didn''t know if tonight was a chance or a grave.


    "Boss, didn''t you say you can''t drink during work?" Li Mo came up and asked.


    "Did I say that?"


    Wu Zhongtian glanced at the two of them, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said, "You guys continue to go on your nightly patrols, there are more evil things on rainy days, and even though ''Red Raincoat'' has already been put to death, it''s still better to be careful."


    "Red Raincoat is dead?"


    The gong wearing glasses froze, "When did it happen?"


    "What''s the point of asking so many questions!"


    Wu Zhongtian''s brows twisted fiercely, and he snorted coldly, "Go as you''re told, don''t come any closer to this place tonight, I''ll be in charge."


    "Yes."


    The two gongs looked at each other and turned around to leave the small store, quickly disappearing in the rain.


    Wu Zhongtian stood in silence.


    His two henchmen did not know about the special nature of the small store, and they must not have guessed that Mr. Ye was a reclusive master, and by detaching them in advance, even if there was really a big disaster on the horizon tonight, they would still be able to escape with their lives.


    A few moments later.


    Ye Feng walked over carrying a jug of wine and three wine glasses.


    Seeing that only Wu Zhongtian was left inside the store, he was slightly stunned and said, "Where are those two gongs?"


    "There are more evil things on rainy days, so I sent them to patrol the night."


    Wu Zhongtian uttered the prepared speech and hurriedly came forward to catch the wine pot, he didn''t dare to let Ye Feng pour the wine for himself, "Mr. Ye, let me do it."


    "This way."


    Ye Feng thought about it and didn''t care too much.


    Night time coupled with rainy days, it was indeed easy to harbor evil things, and Wu Zhongtian''s approach was undoubtedly correct.


    As for the store, having a silver gong was enough to ensure safety!


    Wu Zhongtian "snatched" the wine pot in Ye Feng''s hand, and as soon as he uncovered the lid, an intoxicating mellow aroma immediately hit his face, and the entire room was filled with a strong fragrance of wine.


    "Good wine!"


    Wu Zhongtian''s gaze brightened up and he couldn''t help but praise loudly.


    It wasn''t that he hadn''t drunk aged wine, he had drunk from old cellars for hundreds of years, but it was far from being comparable to this pot of wine in front of him, like a difference between clouds and mud!


    Most importantly.


    In the aroma that escaped from the wine pot, there was actually a Taoist rhythm flowing!


    This is too exaggerated!


    Ye Feng was slightly pleased in his heart.


    Although he could not cultivate himself, he still had a skill that he could hold, and even the silver gongs had to be impressed by it!


    A gentleman has eight elegance.


    Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea!


    Apart from poetry, which was special, the other seven were the first skills that Ye Feng had entered the "skill close to the road".


    The wine he brewed, if it was called second in the world, no one could call it first!


    Suddenly.


    Wu Zhongtian suddenly reacted, realizing that his voice was a bit too loud, and quickly explained: "Mr. Ye, please don''t blame me, it''s really because your brewed wine is really too fragrant, I can''t help it before ......."


    "What did Wu Yinluo say."


    Ye Feng smiled and waved his hand, "Fine wine is given to heroes! Since Wu Yinluo likes it, this pot of Hundred Flower Brew will be given to you!"


    It was cost-effective to be able to use a pot of casually brewed wine to make friends with a silver gong!


    Wu Zhongtian was shocked and delighted, "It''s too expensive, I can''t ......"


    Ye Feng''s expression became a bit serious, gazing at him, "Wu Yin Gong runs for the people late at night and goes out of his way, just a mere pot of wine, please do accept it."


    "This ...... I will accept it!"


    Wu Zhongtian looked at Mr. Ye''s serious expression and didn''t dare to refuse anymore for fear of displeasing the other party.


    He was a little ashamed, it turned out that Mr. Ye really wanted to let them drink, or such a superb wine, but it was he who was treating the gentleman''s heart with a small man''s heart.


    "It seems that Mr. Ye is a high person with both virtue and talent."


    Wu Zhongtian thought to himself.


    Since the wine was given away, naturally he did not drink any more.


    Time flew by, the heavy rain stopped at some point, the overcast clouds dispersed, ushering in the early morning sunrise, golden, spilling over the store, giving it a little more warmth.


    "Dawn."


    Ye Feng looked outside.


    He and Wu Zhongtian had talked about quite a few things this night, most of the time it was him occasionally asking questions and Wu Zhongtian answering.


    It was a good way to understand some of the secret secrets.


    Wu Zhongtian understood and got up, knowing that this was a send-off, he arched his hand and said, "I have benefited a lot from talking with Mr. Ye for the night, I wonder if I can come to bother you again in the future?"


    He was testing Ye Feng''s attitude.


    "If Wu Yinluo wants to come, he can do so at any time, it''s just that I hope it''s no longer because of the Knight Ghost."


    Ye Feng joked.


    Wu Zhongtian was delighted and patted his chest and assured, "Mr. Ye can rest assured, this time when I go back, I will send more gongs to patrol the neighborhood, and there will never be any more stern ghosts disturbing your life."


    "That''s more than good."


    Ye Feng heartily revealed a smile.


    Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and walked over to the shelf, taking out the brave wooden sculpture and handing it to Wu Zhongtian, "Wu Yinluo, this brave wooden sculpture, you can take it away as well."


    This thing may have been hosted by the red raincoat, is "ominous", let the night watchman custody is more appropriate.


    Wu Zhongtian was stunned: "Mr. Ye, I can no longer receive ......"


    "It is related to the red raincoat, I do not want to stay in the store." Ye Feng explained.


    Wu Zhongtian was suddenly enlightened.


    It turned out that Mr. Ye was thinking that the brave wood carving was tainted with Red Raincoat''s dirty ghost qi, and that it would be an eyesore to keep it, and would only be thrown away as garbage, so he threw the thing to him in passing!

 Chapter 10. New Members, Exorcist Dragons

    "To Mr. Ye, this brave wooden carving may not be worth a penny, but to me it is a priceless treasure!"


    Wu Zhongtian carefully put away the brave wood carving.


    Pixi, also known as warding off evil spirits.


    It had already possessed the divine form of Taoism through Mr. Ye''s hands, and was the natural enemy of all evil things in the world!


    With this object in hand, it would be of great help in killing the evil spirits.


    As a silver gong, Wu Zhongtian often had to deal with all sorts of evil creatures, ensuring the security of a city was easier said than done!


    Even he had several narrow escapes from death.


    And the gongs under him have been replaced batch after batch ......


    "Mr. Ye could care less, but I can''t take it for nothing."


    Wu Zhongtian pondered for a split second and took out a bright red stone from his bosom, handing it to Ye Feng''s eyes with both hands, his rough cheeks reddening a bit.


    "Wu Yinluo, what are you doing?"


    Ye Feng frowned slightly.


    Wu Zhongtian was a little embarrassed and whispered, "This is a Demon Crystal, it''s something I got while hunting a demonic beast....... Although it''s not useful to Mr. Ye, it''s the only thing I can take out, so I hope that Mr. Ye can take it."


    Demon crystal?


    Ye Feng curiously surveyed the red stone.


    He had seen some pictures of demon crystals posted by foreigners on the internet, but he had never seen such a round and delicate one, like a finely carved piece of precious jade.


    It must be that the demonic beast''s cultivation level was not low!


    Each demon crystal was worth a lot, but as Wu Zhongtian said, this thing was of little use to Ye Feng.


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    The usefulness of demon crystals was to aid in cultivation and restore spiritual energy.


    Ye Feng was just an ordinary person who couldn''t cultivate his spiritual energy, so the only use for it was to take it and sell it for money.


    And he didn''t lack money.


    Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Wu Yinluo, as I said, that pot of Hundred Flower Brew is for you, consider it as a way to thank you on behalf of the people for maintaining law and order in the city, this Demon Crystal, it''s better to take it back."


    Wu Zhongtian froze for a moment.


    He then realized that Mr. Ye hadn''t cared about the Pixie Wood Sculpture since the beginning.


    It also unintentionally released a signal.


    The value of that pot of Hundred Flowers Brew was definitely far more than the Pixie Wooden Sculpture that could easily kill the "Red Raincoat"!


    Wu Zhongtian took a deep breath, knowing that this demon crystal was a joke compared to the Hundred Flowers Brew.


    He pondered for a split second, then turned to think that Mr. Ye didn''t like to be disturbed by evil things, and a sudden light flashed in his mind.


    "Mr. Ye, then why don''t we do this, I''ll apply to my superiors for a Soul Suppressing Gong for you to hang outside the store, in this way, whenever an evil creature comes near, it will trigger the Soul Suppressing Gong and drive it away, and will no longer disturb Mr. Ye''s peaceful life!"


    Sure enough!


    After hearing these words, Ye Feng''s gaze brightened slightly and said, "Will it be troublesome?"


    "No it won''t!"


    Wu Zhongtian said in his heart that Mr. Ye could really be joking, if the brave wood carving was taken back for his superiors to have a look, any trouble would disappear!


    "Then I''ll be grateful to Wu Yinluo." Ye Feng revealed a smile.


    "As it should be!"


    Seeing that Mr. Ye finally agreed, Wu Zhongtian breathed a long sigh of relief, otherwise he always felt a little lump in his heart.


    Seeing Wu Zhongtian leave with a happy heart, Ye Feng stroked his chin, it seemed that this Wu Yinluo really liked Hundred Flower Brew.


    Hundred Flowers Brew, as the name suggests.


    It was brewed by Ye Feng using one hundred kinds of flowers together with auxiliary ingredients, and those flower petals were also cultivated by him using the flower art of "skill close to Tao", so that he could brew such a mellow and delicious good wine!


    "Dingdong."


    The cell phone suddenly vibrated.


    Ye Feng casually pulled it out from his pants pocket and clicked on it to see that it was someone in the group who had sent him a message.


    I''m really a Taiji Grandmaster: "You''re out of luck, if you entered the group a day earlier, I guess you can see it, although we''ve all saved the pictures, we can''t let you see it without authorization, we need to ask for @Artist''s permission."


    What is all this and what?


    Ye Feng looked confused.


    He flipped upwards through dozens of chats and after looking at them for a while, he probably understood.


    It turned out that the group had entered a newcomer last night, and the issue they were discussing at the moment was the Laojun Carrying a Sword picture that Ye Feng had sent into the group yesterday!


    The newcomer heard the group members hold Ye Feng in immense esteem and was curious, wanting to take a look at the painting.


    But the group members didn''t dare to do it privately.


    After all, they had all paid a certain price, even Su Xiaoyan, who had nothing else but more money, sent a whole ten thousand red packets to Ye Feng!


    "What''s in this?"


    Ye Feng lost his smile and shook his head, then typed, "Yes."


    He had sent it into the group originally for everyone to observe, the work would be boring if he was the only one to appreciate it.


    The newest member of the group was called "Exorcist Dragons".


    "It''s true that only the middle-aged sick will join this group ......"


    Ye Feng spat.


    Exorcist Dragon Clan Ma Clan, from the name you can see that this is an exorcist family, and Mao Xiaofang''s representative Mao family is known as the "South Mao North Ma", I just don''t know who the newcomer is playing as a member of the Ma Clan?


    At the same time.


    Su Clan Zaibatsu, Su Xiaoyan''s bright eyes blinked and muttered:


    "Looking at this newcomer''s picture ...... it should be Ma Xiaoling, right? Her Nine Characters of Truth and Divine Dragon Pardon are simply too good to use against evil!"


    "Jingling ......"


    The phone suddenly rang.


    Su Xiaoyan casually picked it up and answered it, and in the next moment, she revealed a look of surprise.


    "The aura of the stern ghost ''Red Raincoat'' disappeared near a calligraphy and painting store, the owner is young, and a silver gong stayed there for a night ...... Unsurprisingly, that should be it! "


    "Never disturb the other party, send me the exact address, immediately!"

 Chapter 11: Wudang Changes, Zombies in the World?

    Putting down the phone, Su Xiaoyan excitedly waved her fist.


    I found it!


    I didn''t expect to have news of the "artist" senior so quickly.


    "Red raincoat, this severe ghost is said to be very difficult to deal with, coming and going without a trace on a rainy night, and as a result, it''s not good to find anyone, but to mess with the artist senior ...... Isn''t it just asking for death?"


    Su Xiaoyan opened her cell phone, a text message explained the specific location.


    "Changshan City?"


    After seeing the address clearly, her heart moved slightly, "Isn''t this the place where that B-rank calamity event happened the day before yesterday?"


    As the eldest miss of the Su Clan''s plutocracy, she was not a vase.


    According to the information she got from certain sources, the B-rank calamity incident at Yude Middle School wasn''t simple, and it was done by a very terrifying evil spirit.


    In fact.


    The people who died in this calamity incident were not just the two thousand or so teachers and students of Yude Middle School, there were also three beatniks among them, only that they weren''t publicized due to some special reasons.


    And this was also one of the incidents that was focused on by the officials!


    All in all.


    Changshan City was very dangerous right now, and anyone had a certain probability of encountering that evil spirit.


    "However, even if it''s dangerous, I must still make a trip!"


    Contemplating for a long time.


    Su Xiaoyan made up her mind and dialed a number.


    "Hello, mom. I''m going to make a trip to Changshan City....... Don''t worry, I''ll let Grandpa Lin accompany me, well, it has to be done! Okay, I know, will pay attention to safety ......"


    Hanging up the phone, Su Xiaoyan immediately started arranging for a vehicle.


    Ever since the demon rampage, airplanes, high speed trains and such means of transportation had been completely discontinued!


    Because there is a great probability that they will be attacked by demons, especially airplanes, the danger has increased drastically, and at the beginning of the aura recovery, there were quite heavy losses!


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    The sky, was now the domain of the mutated flying birds!


    "We''ll leave tomorrow."


    Preparation would take some time, Su Xiaoyan was in the Magic City, the journey was far, and there would likely be some twists and turns on the way.


    It was at this time.


    Su Xiaoyan''s heart suddenly stirred and called up the chat group''s interface.


    I''m really a Taiji Grandmaster: "Recently a strange thing happened under the mountain happened, there is a village where three hundred people died at all, there are two blood holes on the neck, like they were drained of blood by something ......"


    How Lonely is Invincible: "An evil sect?"


    I am truly a Tai Chi Master: "If it''s an evil sect, it''s impossible to suck all the blood out of the body without a single bit left, right?"


    I am truly a Taiji Sect Master: "@The Heaven''s Pride, did you say before that there are no evil things in the world I''m in?"


    Su Xiaoyan frowned lightly.


    Of course, she knew that the world where this Taiji Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng was located was a lower-end martial arts realm, and it was impossible for there to be any so-called "evil things"!


    But what Zhang Sanfeng said was too much like what a zombie did!


    "Could it be that it''s not the Legend of the Dragon Slayer? Impossible ah, I also purposely asked Zhang Sanfeng about some things before I dared to determine that it was the world of Yitian, according to time, Zhang Wuji should have gotten the Nine Suns Divine Power soon, right?"


    Su Xiaoyan muttered in her heart.


    After thinking about it, she replied, "Zen Master Zhang, if there are no surprises, the world you are in is absolutely free of evil things!"


    I''m truly a Taiji Grandmaster: "That''s strange ......"


    Exorcist Dragon Clan: "What did you do with the dead inside the village?"


    I Am Truly Taiji Clan Master: "It''s been all ......"


    Four words appeared on the chat interface and then ended abruptly.


    The crowd in the group was shocked, this was obviously encountering some sort of unexpected event, which was why only half a sentence was sent out before they were distracted!


    Wudang Mountain.


    In the great hall, Zhang Sanfeng had an icy complexion as he stared at a corpse that had been carried here.


    Just a moment ago, he suddenly received a report that one of the third generation disciples on the mountain had been killed, the cause of death was similar to those villagers, and there were two hideous holes at the neck, only that the blood had not been drained!


    "Master, this must be the work of an evil sect!"


    On the side, the eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao, had anger in his gaze.


    "Killing an entire village under the mountain in one day, and now running up to our Wudang Mountain to assassinate the disciples in the sect ...... Please ask the master to order all disciples to search for the thieves'' traces immediately!"


    "You guys go down."


    Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment and said indifferently.


    "Master!"


    Song Yuanqiao wanted to say something else.


    "Go down!"


    Zhang Sanfeng''s tone was aggravated, only his expression was terrifyingly calm, unable to see what was in his heart.


    "...... Yes."


    Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and the other disciples looked at each other, did not dare to disobey, but could only turn around and exit the hall in disbelief and indignation.


    Waiting until the surroundings quieted down.


    Only then did Zhang Sanfeng take a deep breath, called up the chat group interface, used the self-contained photo function, rushed to aim at the corpse of the third generation of disciples, took a photo with extremely high clarity, and sent it into the group.


    And then with a slight movement of the mind, a line of words surfaced:


    "One of my Wudang Mountain''s third generation disciples was killed, the cause of death was similar to those villagers, but the strange thing is that his blood was not drained! What is everyone''s opinion?"


    Inside the elegant little store.


    Ye Feng was originally watching the group chat with interest, as if he was watching a play drama, however, when he saw the photos, he spat out a mouthful of tea on the spot.


    "I go, play so big?"


    The deceased on the photo is definitely a dead person, in this turbulent world, all kinds of dead photos are not hard to see, the internet is everywhere.


    And monsters like zombies did exist.


    A certain remote mountain village then had an outbreak of a plague caused by zombies, which was classified as A-class!


    Eventually a dozen missiles flew over and directly leveled that mountain!


    And this dead person in the photo, was obviously bitten to death by a zombie, but the clothes on his body was an ancient costume, except for someone purposely put it on him, Ye Feng couldn''t think of any other possibilities.


    "This guy who played Zhang Sanfeng, it can''t be an Inhuman, right?"


    Ye Feng was skeptical.


    Where would an ordinary person get so much courage to touch someone who had been bitten by a zombie?


    That was a probability of necrophilia!


    At this time, two messages flew in the group, from Fa Hai and Ma Xiaoling.


    Da Wei Tian Long: "Zenith Zhang be careful! He was definitely bitten to death by a zombie, and there''s only one possible reason why he didn''t suck the blood dry, that zombie was trying to make him necrotic!"


    Exorcist Dragon: "The wound was left by a zombie, and before the blood was sucked dry, he would definitely turn into a zombie!"

 Chapter 12 Though I die, I shall not be a scourge to the world!

    "Corpse transformation?"


    Zhang Sanfeng''s face changed slightly.


    He looked down haughtily, and almost at the same instant, the corpse opened its eyes, containing no human emotions, and two white fangs protruded from its mouth.


    "Roar..."


    It rose straight up, pitch-black nails growing out of a pair of dry hands as it pounced on Zhang Sanfeng.


    "Zombie!?"


    Zhang Sanfeng''s pupils suddenly contracted.


    According to that little girl who claimed to know about the affairs of all worlds, it was only right that there could not be evil things in his realm, so how could there be zombies in existence?


    It was too late to think too much.


    The zombie that had suddenly turned corporeal had already pounced to the near front!


    Zhang Sanfeng''s gaze was grave, sidestepped to avoid the sharp nails, probed and grabbed the zombie''s wrist, the other hand wrapped around the true qi, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast pointing towards the zombie''s head.


    "Dang"


    A sound of gold and iron clashing.


    Zhang Sanfeng''s complexion was slightly shocked, actually felt that he hit on a piece of raw iron!


    "This is a zombie?"


    He transformed his finger into a palm and spat out Taiji strength, sending the green-faced and fanged zombie flying out sideways, but his gaze became incomparably grave.


    To know.


    This zombie was just an ordinary corpse just a moment ago, and even in life, he was only one of the more mediocre types of the third generation disciples, his martial arts skills were sparse and ordinary.


    But now his body is stronger than gold and iron!


    The strength of his flesh was even harder than the Buddhist Sect''s Horizontal Refinement Golden Bell Shield!


    "Although I occasionally heard that little girl and Master Fa Hai mention evil things, but I never had a clear concept, I never expected it to be so terrifying."


    Zhang Sanfeng stared indifferently at the zombie as it lunged again, picking up a sword at the side and casually flinging it, directly piercing through the zombie''s head and bringing its body to be dead set on the wall.


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    Rarely, it is still not dead, struggling on the wall with a bounce.


    What really made Zhang Sanfeng wary was not this new zombie in front of him, but the source zombie that had already sucked the blood of an entire village!


    "The most troublesome issue is ......"


    Zhang Sanfeng stared at the zombie that was nailed to the wall and took a deep breath, "There is simply no way to deal with zombies in this side of the world, unusual attacks simply cannot kill them!"


    He was filled with worry, if zombies appeared on a large scale, it would be a catastrophe!


    Calling up the chat group interface.


    Zhang Sanfeng sent a message, "As Master Fa Hai and the newcomer said, it has indeed turned necrotic, the poor Taoist has temporarily suppressed it, the question now is, how should the zombies be destroyed?"


    Still really mutated?


    This is a typical play off ah ......


    Ye Feng''s face was odd, he had no say in this issue, after all, he was just an ordinary person.


    Heaven''s Proud Lady: "Actually, the question I''m more concerned about is, how did zombies, a spiritual fantasy evil creature, appear in the world where you are, Zen Master Zhang?"


    Exorcist Dragon Clan: "I''m sorry, although my Ma family''s Divine Dragon Pardon deals with zombies, there are family rules that cannot be passed on to the outside world ...... and even if it were passed on to you, it would be impossible to learn it in a short period of time!"


    How Lonely is Invincible: "Can''t do anything about it."


    Doktor sat on the cliff, stroked his chin and looked at the chat group for a long time, then suddenly twisted his head and stared at the ugly eagle.


    Speaking of which.


    According to the Heaven''s Pride Girl, this big eagle that accompanied him should not be an ordinary eagle either, and it was unreasonable that it could live for hundreds of years!


    "I''m afraid that girl''s understanding isn''t complete."


    Doktor recalled an old story.


    It was rumored that in the territory of the Dali Kingdom, there was an Ageless Evergreen Valley, within which there was an Ageless Spring, and all the people within the valley could live to be over a hundred years old and have ageless faces.


    Since zombies could appear, then the rumor of the Ageless Spring Valley might not necessarily not be true!


    "It''s time to go on a journey to the Dali Kingdom!"


    Dokuroku Kushu stood up and took big steps towards the bottom of the mountain, with the Ugly Eagle next to him following closely.


    The chat in the group still continued.


    Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon: "Little Monk does have some Buddhist treasures that can restrain zombies, it''s just that it takes time to transmit them over, I don''t know if I''ll be able to make it in time."


    Heaven''s Proud Lady: "What is the situation now?"


    The group was silent for a few minutes.


    The Pride of Heaven''s Daughter sent another message, "Why isn''t Zenith Zhang speaking, could it be that he''s in trouble again?"


    At this moment.


    Zhang Sanfeng had indeed encountered unprecedented big trouble!


    His white hair was spread out, his face was miserable, and he was coughing up blood in large gulps, and not far in front of him, a tall figure shrouded in black mist was emitting a palpitatingly ferocious aura.


    Source zombie!


    Just as Zhang Sanfeng was asking the opinions of the people in the group, he suddenly heard screams from outside and rushed out to see his disciple grandson Song Qingshu being grabbed by a zombie and sucking blood!


    And Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and the others, were all attacking like mad.


    But it was useless!


    The sharp swords that were enough to cut gold and break stone, chopped on the body of the zombie, but could only cut out a series of sparks!


    Instead, the zombie''s arm was shaken to the point that it flew across the room and spat out blood.


    "The sky killed my Wudang ......"


    Zhang Sanfeng long sigh.


    His body power proud of the world, the world invincible, but still not the zombie''s opponent, relying on Taiji strength can only be entangled, can not hurt each other!


    And their own body protection true qi, but by the zombie''s sharp claws easily torn apart!


    "Gentlemen, we won''t meet again."


    The interface of the chat group surfaced in front of his eyes, and Zhang Sanfeng looked grim.


    He looked towards his scratched chest, which was already blackened and festering, and according to Fa Hai and the others, he would also turn into a zombie if this continued!


    "Even though I''m dead, I can''t be a scourge to the world!"


    Zhang Sanfeng looked at the source zombie that was flying towards him in the air, raised his hand and grabbed the long sword next to him, and was about to behead himself.


    It was at this moment.


    A message appeared in the chat group.


    Mundane: "Zen Master Zhang, if there is really no other way, why don''t you try the Laojun Carrying the Sword Diagram, it might have a miraculous effect."


    Zhang Sanfeng''s movements lurched, and a flash of brightness blossomed in his gray eyes.


    "Yes, the Old Monarch''s Sword Carrying Diagram!"


    He rekindled a glimmer of hope, and with the last of his hopes and the indignation in his chest, he presented the Old Monarch''s Sword Carrying Diagram that was stored in the chat group before his eyes.


    "Giggle."


    A brilliant sword light erupted.


    There was never such a vast sword in the world, like a great sun rising with a ten thousand sunsets, dispersing the darkness of despair and bringing light into the world.


    There was also never such a powerful sword in the world, like that heavenly river falling down, cleansing the world of filth.


    Of course such a sword does not exist on earth.


    Because it does not belong to the earth!


    In Zhang Sanfeng''s stagnant gaze, shrouded in filthy black fog, flying in the air to the source of the zombie, in the sword light like spring snow, inch by inch melting, collapsing, until the ash flew away!


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 Chapter 13 The fault is not in the martial arts!

    The sword light gradually subsided, and there was no trace of the zombie in front of him.


    Zhang Sanfeng''s face, however, became even paler, his entire body seemed to have lost its strength, and it was incomparably laborious to sit up, and wrinkles quickly crept across his forehead.


    "When Yin flourishes, Yang declines, and when Yang flourishes, Yin declines. For everything, there must be a price."


    Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly.


    This sword was the most stunning sword he had ever seen in his life, and it was also a sword that did not belong to the mundane.


    At this moment, he had come to a realization in his heart.


    Laojun Carrying Sword Drawing" contains a profound sword way that cannot be guessed, but it is restrained in the drawing, contained but not sent.


    Just now, it was Zhang Sanfeng''s hope of destroying the zombies and his full-blooded resentment that inspired the sword intent in the painting, and the cost was that it consumed most of his essence.


    To put it another way, it was longevity!


    "But it was worth it!"


    Zhang Sanfeng sat quietly for a while, recovered some of his qi, and barely stood up with his sword.


    The wound on his chest scratched out by the zombie was no longer black, the corpse poison was cleared by the sword light of the party, otherwise, he still could not avoid the fate of turning into a zombie!


    Looking around.


    On the square in front of the temple, Wudang disciples were lying all over the place, and their wails were everywhere.


    As for the remaining Wudang seven warriors, they were all seriously injured and could not get up on the ground.


    As for the third generation disciples, they were even more dead and injured!


    "Ai ......"


    Zhang Sanfeng let out a long sigh.


    The horror of the zombie, he is the first time to see today, if not for the "Laojun back sword map", today Wudang is bound to be wiped out, and then spread to the entire Jianghu.


    At that time, this world, will become the world of zombies!


    "That girl, the Pride of Heaven, is in a world like this? Listening to what she said, before the emergence of evil things, that world has almost no real martial arts, how did it last through the initial stage?"


    Zhang Sanfeng was puzzled.


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    He naturally didn''t know that in the modernized world, although supernatural power was needed to deal with the severe ghosts, dealing with zombies ......


    that would be far too simple.


    A few missiles would go down and directly strangle them at the source!


    It was reported that a small country then had an uncontrollable plague, so the Federation, after research, directly washed the ground with nuclear weapons.


    All in all.


    As far as the current stage is concerned.


    Humanity''s thermal weapons were still a huge deterrent, especially with the existence of nuclear weapons, it also made those demonic beasts that were born with intelligence not dare to be too reckless!


    "The main question is, how did the source zombies appear?"


    Zhang Sanfeng was still most concerned about this matter.


    Because if the cause could not be found, it was likely that the second and third head would appear ......


    at the same time.


    He deeply felt the powerlessness of martial arts in the face of truly powerful evil things.


    Nope!


    To be precise, the fault did not lie in martial arts, but rather in this world, which did not have the kind of "spiritual qi" of other worlds, resulting in the power of martial arts not being able to be truly manifested.


    Taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanfeng suppressed the depression in his heart.


    Zhang Sanfeng suppressed the depression in his heart, organized the disciples who were not seriously injured to move the seriously injured people to the room, and instructed a few people to go to the bottom of the mountain to invite a doctor to treat them.


    Afterwards, he walked into the great hall alone.


    The small zombies that he had nailed to the wall had already disappeared, not even ashes were left under that sword light sweep!


    Calling up the interface of the chat group.


    Zhang Sanfeng''s mind moved slightly, and a line of words surfaced and sent into the group.


    I am truly a Taiji Grandmaster: "Thanks to Celestial Master Zhang''s timely reminder, the source zombie has already gone up in smoke!"


    Mundane: "We''re all groupmates, there''s no need to be so polite."


    Heaven''s Proud Lady: "Wow, is the Laojun''s Sword Carrying Diagram really this powerful? Doesn''t this mean that I''ll be able to walk sideways in the future?"


    Golden Mountain Temple, Fa Hai was silent.


    These people still didn''t know how terrifying that painting really was!


    Even the Buddha''s golden Buddha statue can be chopped apart, what is a zombie ...... in the district?


    I am really a Taiji master: ''''You had better not hold this kind of thought. To inspire the sword intent in the painting requires a great price, the poor Taoist''s essence is almost consumed, if not for the many years of cultivation, he would surely die!"


    Pride of Heaven: "???"


    Mere Mortal: "As it should be. What in the world is a free lunch?"


    Su''s Zaibatsu.


    Su Xiaoyan couldn''t help but shiver.


    She had really had the idea of bringing the Laojun''s Sword Carrying Diagram to cut down the demons and eliminate the devils just now, but when she saw Zhang Sanfeng''s words, she instantly dismissed such thoughts!


    Consuming Essence and Spirit means consuming the life span of the Origin.


    No one was willing to pay that much unless it was absolutely necessary!


    Exorcist Dragon Clan: "True Master Zhang, what are the characteristics of the origin zombies you have seen?"


    I am truly a Tai Chi Master: "Not afraid of swords, not afraid of the scorching sun, can fly in the air ...... Speaking of which, the one who needs to be thanked the most should be the @Artist, thanks to senior''s ''Laojun Carrying the Sword Diagram'', or else Wudang will be removed from the name today!"


    Da Wei Tian Long: "Amitabha Buddha! According to Zhang Zhenren''s description, it should be a ''flying stiff'' without a doubt."


    I am truly a Tai Chi Master: "What is a flying stiff?"


    Da Wei Tian Long: "Flying Stiff is the fourth stage of zombies, already have intelligence, ordinary cultivators can not fight, if the next level, it is close to the demon ''drought demon''."


    Heaven''s Proud Daughter: "When the drought demon comes out, the red earth is a thousand miles away! Luckily, it''s just a flying stiff ...... Just why would evil things appear in the world where Zen Master Zhang is from?"


    I am truly a Tai Chi Master: "Poor Taoist can''t figure it out either."


    Inside the small store.


    Ye Feng looked at the chat inside the group and couldn''t help but laugh out loud.


    This group of guys were really capable of making up stories, and with a single panel, they were saying things that even he was about to believe.


    The Old Monarch''s Sword Carrying Picture is indeed the pinnacle of the art of painting, and no one in the world can match it, but to say that it can eliminate a "flying stiff", that''s bullshit!


    I''m really a Tai Chi Master: "What I''m worried about now is why such an evil thing as a flying stiff has appeared in this realm. If another one appears, I''m afraid that the poor Tao is unable to inspire the power of the Laojun''s Sword Carrying Diagram ...... What should I do?"


    Dragon Tiger Mountain.


    The Old Celestial Master pondered for a split second, and with a slight movement of his mind, a few lines appeared:


    "Zenith Zhang, don''t be hasty for now."


    "In my realm, there is also the Wudang Sect, whose ancestor''s name is also called ''Zhang Sanfeng'', and even though it may not be the same person, the comprehension in the Taiji Dao should not be far off!"


    "Taijiquan is definitely not weak!"


    "There are both flying stiffs, which means that the realm where Zen Master Zhang is located is likely to have an aura!"


    Su Clan Zaibatsu, Su Xiaoyan''s gaze lit up.


    She keenly smelled the "business opportunity" and immediately sent out a message in the group:


    "What the old celestial master said is very true! Zen Master Zhang, why don''t I first send you the Qi Drawing Technique for attracting spiritual qi, and if it''s useful, how about you pass on Taijiquan to me?"

 Chapter 14 The Son of Buddha has appeared in the world!

    The Qi Invocation Technique is one of the most basic techniques.


    At the beginning of the revival of spiritual qi, mutants were born among human beings, called "Inhuman", who were born with the ability to control a certain special power.


    It is also known as the so-called "alien".


    However, such a heteronormative, after all, is a very small minority!


    Therefore, there is a person who is honored by the world as the "Martial Ancestor", created the "Qi Drawing Technique", which is widely spread today, to use the physical body as an oven to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and make use of it.


    Because of the existence of the "Qi Drawing Technique", human beings were born as martial artists.


    Although the number of martial artists was still small compared to the huge population base, it was far better than none.


    The Qi Drawing Technique was an extremely basic one.


    But it is irreplaceable!


    The "Martial Ancestor" had improved it ten years ago, and the threshold for practicing it was so low that anyone could understand it.


    Ye Feng also tried to cultivate it at first, but unfortunately, he couldn''t draw in half of the spiritual qi.


    To put it bluntly, the Qi Drawing Technique was merely a chance for ordinary people to be able to step into the transcendental world, but whether or not they could do so still depended on their personal qualifications!


    It was basic but not low-level.


    "Right, Taijiquan?"


    Ye Feng suddenly remembered the document that Zhang Sanfeng had sent to the group yesterday, and his heart moved slightly.


    If there was no accident, this Zhang Sanfeng should be an Inhuman without a doubt, so what was the difference between the Taijiquan practiced by the Inhuman and the Taijiquan he had practiced?


    Thinking about this.


    Ye Feng clicked on the group file, found the file uploaded by Zhang Sanfeng, Taijiquan, and simply clicked on download.


    To his surprise, it was actually a video file!


    "A personal demonstration?"


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    Ye Feng clicked it open with interest.


    The video loaded, and on the screen, an immortal-looking old man with white hair appeared, wearing a moon white Taoist robe.


    "Eh?"


    Ye Feng revealed a surprised look.


    He did not expect that this person who played Zhang Sanfeng was really a senile old man, and looking at where he was, it seemed that he was really on Wudang Mountain.


    "Don''t say it, it''s really a bit like that."


    Ye Feng brainstormed for a while, and felt that the Zhang Sanfeng in his imagination was almost like this.


    He thought that this person should be a Wudang disciple!


    Because of his incomparable reverence for his ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, that was why he was playing in the chat group.


    Soon, Ye Feng was attracted by the old man''s movements.


    On the screen.


    Zhang Sanfeng''s face was calm and peaceful, his hands and feet were full of Taoist rhythm.


    A gust of wind blew by, bringing a piece of fallen leaves, but they were attracted by his palm power, circling around, gradually drawing a Taiji pattern under his feet.


    The video was not long, only about three minutes.


    Ye Feng watched it meticulously, and then he stroked his chin.


    How could he say it?


    The Taijiquan demonstrated by the old man was not quite the same as the one he practiced, the overall look was more integrated, without any sense of stagnation.


    "This should be the authentic Wudang Taijiquan!"


    Ye Feng muttered to himself.


    The Taijiquan he practiced was found from the internet, and in certain moves, it did seem a bit tough and unsmooth.


    "The system is a bit uncouth ah ......" Ye Feng bristled.


    It was surprising that a fake taijiquan could also grow in experience, and it also allowed him to practice to a level where his skills were close to the Dao.


    In fact, Ye Feng had dabbled in all kinds of boxing styles.


    Although he was unable to cultivate spiritual power, he thought that learning some boxing techniques would at least strengthen his body and could also deal with some weak bottom evil creatures.


    It was not polite to say.


    On the entire Earth, other than the Inhumans, Ye Feng was definitely the strongest human!


    "Taijiquan is authentic, so could Pure Yang Infinite Kung Fu be as well?" Ye Feng suddenly had a thought in his mind.


    But soon he smiled to himself.


    Taijiquan had been passed down since ancient times, while Pure Yang Wuji Gong was purely a martial art made up in a novel, how could it be real?


    Even though he knew it was fake, Ye Feng still couldn''t help but click on it to take a look.


    Unsurprisingly.


    Ye Feng just roughly swept through it and closed it, because it was still the same set of exhaling breath, but if he couldn''t attract spiritual qi, it was all for nothing!


    In passing, he swept through the other Nine Swords of the Lone Ranger and the North Underworld Divine Power.


    One of them, the Nine Swords of the Lone Ranger, was a little bit interesting.


    However, it was of little use to Ye Feng, his sword art had long been a skill close to the Dao, and his knowledge of the sword far exceeded the level of the Dokuroku Nine Swords!


    Finally, Ye Feng opened the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra.


    "Buddhist sutra? What use can it be."


    Ye Feng swept his eyes over it and casually recited.


    "Guan Zi Zai Bodhisattva, when practicing profound Prajna Paramita, he sees that the five skandhas are all empty, and eliminates all suffering. Sharizi, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color ......"


    Halfway through reading, he lost interest.


    He never had any great affection for Buddhism, so in the entire store, there was not a single painting related to Buddhism.


    In fact, it was because a few years ago he bought a string of Buddha beads from a monk for a heavy sum of money, saying that it could drive away evil spirits.


    The monk was a real monk, but the beads were fake!


    There was no spiritual energy attached to it at all!


    When he thought about this, Ye Feng was furious, seriously speaking, this was simply plotting to kill people with money!


    He hated it, and from then on, he had no good feelings towards the Buddhist Sect.


    Closing the group file, Ye Feng returned his attention back to the group chat and watched with great interest.


    ......


    Shaolin Temple.


    In the central hall, a skin and bones old monk sat cross-legged on a futon, knocking on a wooden fish, his face was kind and peaceful, and his mouth was chanting Buddhist scriptures.


    Suddenly, the huge statue of Buddha enshrined in the center of the hall blossomed with bright Buddhist light and rose up to the sky.


    The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of shock.


    He rushed out of the hall like lightning and looked towards the sky, only to see that the Buddha''s light stalled for a split second before it swept off in a certain direction.


    Almost at the same moment.


    Countless Buddhist temples and Buddhist sanctuaries all over the world, at the same time, peaceful Buddhist light rose up and converged towards a certain city, condensing a vaguely huge figure in the sky, with the Buddha Wheel behind its head shining brightly!


    Only that figure was dressed in white, sitting in a lazy posture, you can still see the thick hair, how to see is not like Buddha.


    In the Shaolin Temple, the old monk''s face was incomparably excited, and his voice was trembling.


    "The Buddha''s son has appeared!"

 Chapter 15 - It cant afford a single bow from Mr. Ye.

    "Dingdong."


    A push message suddenly appeared on his cell phone.


    Ye Feng habitually clicked on it, only to see the title was incomparably blustery: Shocking! There is actually a true Buddha descending over Changshan City!


    The moment you open your mouth, it''s the old UC ......


    Ye Feng spat out a sentence in his heart, but his feet were honest as he walked towards the outside.


    "So bright!"


    As soon as he stepped out of the store, Ye Feng subconsciously frowned.


    Because the light outside at the moment was incomparably prevalent, looking towards the sky, it was as if he saw two rounds of suns.


    The difference was.


    The light of one of the "suns" was slightly softer, but it was extraordinarily huge.


    "Surprisingly, it''s real!?"


    Ye Feng saw the "True Buddha" in the sky clearly.


    It was an incomparably huge silhouette, with only a rough outline, condensed from pure light, with a Buddha wheel behind its head.


    The second "sun" seen just now was it!


    The streets were filled with people who were excitedly bowing and praying towards the sky, believing that this was the True Buddha descending to the earth to eliminate the demons and return a clear sky!


    "Why does this True Buddha look strange?"


    Ye Feng muttered.


    He vaguely felt that the posture of the "True Buddha" was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he didn''t think deeply about it.


    After all, sculptures in Buddhist temples had all sorts of strange poses.


    It was not surprising.


    "Why don''t I worship it too?" Ye Feng thumped his heart.


    Although he didn''t believe in Buddhism, this scene in front of him was really shocking, maybe by worshipping this "True Buddha", from now on, evil spirits wouldn''t touch his body, wouldn''t it be a wonderful thing?


    Thinking of this.


    Ye Feng organized his clothes and bowed slightly to the "True Buddha" in the sky.


    Before he could completely bend down, the sky and earth suddenly darkened.


    Immediately, a clamor came from all around.


    "The True Buddha is gone!"


    "What''s going on, that great Buddha in the sky suddenly exploded ......"


    "It''s over, even the True Buddha has abandoned us!"


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    "Has this world become so polluted that even the Buddha is unwilling to descend?"


    The streets were in chaos.


    Some people were full of misery, some were yelling, and others were sitting paralyzed on the ground with dull eyes.


    Ye Feng straightened up in shock.


    There was no longer that huge figure in the sky, the Buddha Wheel that was like a big sun was also gone, and the brilliant Buddha light also dispersed in the wind, turning into scattered points of light that gradually disappeared.


    "No?"


    The corners of Ye Feng''s mouth twitched, he had only just started to bend down and wanted to pay his respects, and the True Buddha was gone?


    "The Buddhist sect really can''t be relied on!"


    Looking around at the chaotic streets and people with shattered hopes, Ye Feng frowned slightly, turned around and went back to the store, and closed the door.


    He opened his cell phone and took a look.


    Unsurprisingly, the group was really discussing the "True Buddha" just now.


    Heaven''s Proud Lady: "You guys don''t know, that was really a Buddha! The Buddha''s light was so bright that I was more than 1000 kilometers away from there, and I could see a rough outline!"


    Heaven''s Proudest Daughter: "And also and also, looking at the pictures posted online, many people have seen Buddha''s light rushing up from some temples!"


    Heaven''s Proudest Daughter: "Huh, the Buddha suddenly disappeared? It seems like ...... it blew up?"


    Su''s Zaibatsu.


    Su Xiaoyan looked at another news on the phone, combined with the netizens to send the picture, finally determined that the "real Buddha" inexplicably blew up!


    "Changshan City ......"


    Her beautiful eyes glittered, "Isn''t that where the ''Artist'' seniors reside? It seems like that city isn''t simple, no wonder senior chose there to avoid the world and live in seclusion!"


    At this moment, a message appeared in the group.


    Da Wei Tian Long: "The Buddha light from all the Buddhist temples is converging towards one place to form a Buddha ...... There is only one possibility for this, and that is the Buddha''s son appearing in the world!"


    Da Wei Tian Long: "But the Buddha''s shadow suddenly exploded, so I don''t know why."


    Inside the small store.


    Ye Feng thought carefully and issued a very reasonable guess in the group, "Could it be that the Buddha Son died?"


    Dawei Tianlong: "What this ...... shishi said is possible."


    In the Golden Mountain Temple, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Fa Hai''s forehead.


    Judging from that Laojun Carrying the Sword picture that chopped the golden statue of the Buddha, this senior might have some kind of prejudice against the Buddhist sect.


    Suddenly coming out with such a sentence ......


    Fa Hai was a bit skeptical that the Buddhist children of that realm could have been strangled by this one himself.


    At this moment.


    Changshan City''s office location of the night watchman.


    Silver gong Wu Zhongtian''s brows were furrowed, and in front of him was a huge screen, evenly divided into countless portions, displaying the chaotic conditions of the city''s streets.


    "Boss, was that really Buddha just now?"


    Cauldron Li Mo asked in amazement from the side.


    "I don''t know."


    Wu Zhongtian slowly shook his head.


    The scene that appeared in the sky just now was beyond his imagination, could there really be a Buddha in the world?


    What made him feel most puzzled was that the Buddha''s shadow had clearly coalesced to halfway, but for some unknown reason, it suddenly exploded!


    Right!


    It wasn''t a normal disappearance, instead it was as if someone had placed a special bomb inside, causing it to blow up directly!


    Thinking for a moment.


    Wu Zhongtian''s heart suddenly moved and said, "Call up the surveillance of Pan Long Street ten minutes ago."


    Soon, a section of surveillance was pulled up.


    Wu Zhongtian stared at the screen, reached out and pointed at a small and inconspicuous store, and said in a deep voice, "Zoom in on this part!"


    The surveillance screen was zoomed in.


    After about two minutes, Wu Zhongtian finally saw a familiar figure walk out of that small store.


    It was none other than the store owner, Ye Feng!


    On the screen, Ye Feng walked out of the small store and raised his head slightly, apparently looking at the shadow of the "True Buddha", his brows furrowed, seemingly a little unhappy.


    A few seconds later.


    Ye Feng suddenly straightened his clothes and bowed slightly towards the sky.


    "Stop!"


    Wu Zhongtian shouted.


    The surveillance screen was instantly frozen on the scene where Ye Feng was bending over.


    The corner of Wu Zhongtian''s eyes jumped fiercely as he took a deep breath and whispered, "Which moment was the time when the True Buddha''s shadow disappeared? Be more specific."


    A gong replied, "10:15:38 am!"


    Wu Zhongtian looked at the time fixed by the monitor, and it was 10:15:38.


    At this moment.


    Wu Zhongtian''s heart set off shocking waves, he finally understood why the True Buddha''s shadow blew up because ...... it couldn''t withstand Mr. Ye''s worship!

 Chapter 16 Kyoto Conference, A Golden Gong

    Wu Zhongtian knew that Mr. Ye was strong, but he didn''t expect it to be so strong!


    There was no doubt.


    Mr. Ye definitely disliked the Buddhist sect.


    But he didn''t even bother to make a move, he just used a simple yet mocking way to make a bow towards that True Buddha''s shadow, causing it to be unable to withstand it and directly explode!


    Wu Zhongtian deeply understood Mr. Ye''s state of mind.


    As a matter of fact, he also disliked the Buddhist sect.


    Those so-called high monks, in times of prosperity, but now in times of chaos, but closed in the mountain gate, sitting and watching the suffering of the world, but refused to come down to the mountain to give half a helping hand.


    Why should they be worshipped by the world?


    Of course.


    The Buddhist sect also has some real ascetics, to protect a party, worthy of respect.


    Taking a deep breath, Wu Zhongtian gradually calmed down and said, "Transmit a copy of this section of surveillance to me."


    A few moments later.


    Wu Zhongtian walked to a conference room and dialed a number.


    "Wu Yinluo, is something wrong?"


    A serious voice came out from the phone.


    Wu Zhongtian narrowed his eyes and spoke indifferently, "Around 8 o''clock this morning, I requested a Soul Suppressing Gong from my superiors ......"


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    "This matter will be discussed again."


    The voice on the phone cut him off with an unpleasant tone.


    "An important meeting is being held right now, and it''s related to Changshan City, which you''re in charge of, so you should know why! Wu Yinluo, after such a big incident, you''re still concerned about the Soul Suppressing Gong?"


    Wu Zhongtian''s expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "I was about to report on this matter. It just so happens that since you guys are in a meeting, it would be more convenient."


    The opposite side of the phone fell silent.


    After a few seconds, the voice sounded again, slightly serious, "Do you know the reason why the True Buddha''s shadow appeared?"


    "No idea."


    Without waiting for the opposite party to get angry, Wu Zhongtian then said slowly again, "But, I know the reason why it shattered."


    ......


    Kyoto, conference hall.


    A figure with an exuberant aura like a divine furnace sat here, and a few of them had a shimmering golden gong dangling from their waist.


    In front of the conference table, on a huge screen.


    The surveillance picture was fixed.


    Inside was none other than Ye Feng''s figure, he had an outstanding temperament, and at this moment, he was slightly bent over, still having a humble and indifferent posture, and above him, was the shadow of a True Buddha that was in the process of shattering!


    The atmosphere in the conference hall was somewhat stagnant for a while.


    After a moment.


    An old man sitting at the top broke the silence and faintly said, "Everyone, what do you think about this matter?"


    "It could be a coincidence."


    A golden gong frowned slightly, "If there were really such a powerful person in the world, those demons and devils would have been swept away long ago, how could they be allowed to be so rampant?"


    "Not necessarily."


    An old man held up his gold-rimmed glasses and analyzed:


    "You should also all know that the aura recovery started a hundred years ago, only on a very small scale. The old-timers of the old era don''t seem to think quite the same as us."


    "Their attitude towards demons was more like letting nature take its course!"


    "And this one in the surveillance footage would most likely be one of the existences from back then."


    "Hmph!"


    A golden gong with a head full of silver hair snorted coldly, "Those stubborn old antiques are even more disgusting than demons in my opinion!"


    "Alright!"


    The old man sitting at the top frowned a bit, "Say less of this kind of words in the future."


    The silver-haired golden gong skimmed his lips for a moment, but didn''t dare to contradict.


    The old man pondered for a moment, his ancient gaze swept over the people in the conference hall and slowly said, "The seniors of the old era, don''t offend them if you can, as long as they aren''t very excessive, don''t bother."


    "I agreed to Wu Zhongtian''s application for a Soul Suppressing Gong, grant him a golden gong, so that we can also let that Ye senior know our attitude."


    "In addition, there may be some chaos in Changshan City recently, go over to a few people to maintain order."


    "That''s it, meeting adjourned!"


    The people in the conference hall had different thoughts and left in turn.


    The old man was soon the only one left in the hall, sitting quietly at the conference table, looking at a plaque revealed behind the white-clothed figure in the surveillance screen, his gaze obscure and uncertain.


    After a long time.


    Only then did he stand up, seemingly muttering to himself: ''''Returning to the basics, hiding the sword in a book ...... old times, when was there such a sword Dao master? It seems like it''s time to pay a visit ......"


    At the same time.


    Shaolin Temple, Famen Temple, Potala Palace, White Horse Temple, Lingyin Temple ......


    The ancient temples and holy places of the various Buddhist sects, at this moment, there was a single Buddhist monk hurrying, aiming for the same direction clearly.


    Changshan City!

 Chapter 17: The Journey to Enlightenment

    "Buddhism should flourish!"


    "The world is a sea of suffering, the World Honored One pities the suffering of the world, and descends the Son of Buddha to universalize all sentient beings, and whoever worships our Buddha will ascend to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss after a hundred years!"


    "Anyone who obstructs the descent of the Son of Buddha will be condemned by heaven and enter the eighteen layers of hell, never to be reborn."


    An old monk led a team and rushed to Changshan City.


    Among them were xenomorphs and martial monks of the martial system, preaching along the way with their transcendent abilities, attracting quite a number of believers.


    There were even demons clamoring as well.


    A mutated golden eagle soared into the nine heavens, claiming to be the reincarnation of the roc golden-winged eagle.


    There was also a mutated peacock, born with colorful tail feathers, looking gorgeous and holy, saying that it was the Buddha Mother Peacock Great King of Brightness descending into the world.


    They strutted into the human city without anyone stopping them.


    To this.


    The Buddha Sect neither recognized nor objected to it, pretending not to have seen it.


    This made quite a few mutated creatures heartened.


    This day.


    That mutant golden eagle is walking on the street with its head held high, the body surface of the golden light flashes, the precious appearance is solemn, along the way, many pedestrians are taking pictures, and there are fools in worship.


    Suddenly, a snowy blade light fell from the sky.


    "Giggle."


    The mutated golden eagle couldn''t dodge in time and was directly chopped off one of its wings, blood spurting out as it let out a miserable scream.


    "I am the reincarnation of Buddha''s uncle, the Great Roc Golden Winged Eagle, you dare to injure me!?"


    It shouted in terror.


    "Bang."


    A burly figure fell down with a bang, a golden gong dangling from his waist, smashing the ground and cracking it.


    He walked towards the golden eagle in large strides, carrying a large sword, his gaze cold and merciless: "You devoured a village of hundreds of people half a month ago, and yesterday a rich merchant invited you into his home, and no one survived! Do you have any last words?"


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    "You can''t kill me, I am the Golden Winged Roc Eagle turned ......"


    The mutated golden eagle''s eyes were panicked and colorful.


    "Poof."


    An eagle''s head flew up, soaking the earth with light golden blood.


    This golden gong rose up in the air, his eyes like electricity, scanning the four directions, his icy voice echoed throughout the city, "Any demon race deviant, those who carry the blood case of the human race, if they dare to step into the city for half a step, they will be killed without amnesty!"


    A dead silence surrounded the area.


    "This ...... killed the reincarnation of the Golden Winged Roc Eagle, Buddha will blame." Someone''s face turned white.


    "What bullshit reincarnation, it''s obviously fake!"


    Someone from the side snorted.


    "Amitabha Buddha!"


    A monk stood not far away, his hands folded, his face compassionate, "Heaven has the virtue of good life, why do we have to fight and kill?"


    That golden gong swept him a glance and two words popped out coldly from his mouth.


    "Thieving baldy!"


    That monk''s face changed slightly, saying, "Scholar, you ......"


    However, the golden gong carrying a large sword ignored him and disappeared into a stream of light.


    "T''ang Golden Gong, is this kind of quality?"


    That monk was full of indignation and said loudly, "Look everyone, this is the so called night watchman ......"


    "Thud."


    A wooden stick knocked on the monk''s head.


    His voice came to a screeching halt, and he turned his head dizzily, trying to see what kind of person was knocking his muffled stick.


    However, just as he turned around, a slate took up all of his vision and slapped him directly in the face, instantly his nose bled, his teeth broke twice, and he fell on his back with a thud!


    Until he fainted, he did not see who hit him.


    People were coming and going on the street.


    Not a single person was willing to help him up, they all walked around the road, only contempt in their eyes.


    The reputation of a night watchman is not very good.


    But in this chaotic world, it is this group of people are trying to protect their safety, even if the style is no longer how unpleasant, it is not yet the turn of a bald ass to judge!


    In a small alley.


    Two masked figures threw the wooden sticks and slates in their hands onto the ground.


    "Knocked out?"


    "Dazed, I used 50% of my strength, at least let him get a concussion!"


    The two men looked at each other rather tacitly, hemmed and hawed, then each took out a gong and hung it on their waist.


    ......


    Inside the small store.


    Ye Feng looked at today''s news on his cell phone and shook his head slightly.


    What an eventful fall!


    The day before yesterday, there was a Class B Calamity Incident, and only three of the 2000+ teachers and students of Yude Middle School died, scaring the entire Changshan City''s schools to take a vacation.


    Except for the specialized martial arts academies, of course.


    Yesterday, it inexplicably rained heavily again, and the stern red raincoat entered his store, and the ghost walked through the door.


    Today is even more outrageous.


    Inexplicably appeared in the sky a big Buddha''s shadow, and then suddenly blew up ......


    Immediately after that, there are all kinds of follow-up news.


    For example, "A Shaolin monk said that a Buddha child was born in Changshan City", "The Living Buddha made a public statement: what came out of the Middle Kingdom is not a Buddha, but a devil."......


    The list goes on and on!


    And Changshan City, too, became a place where the eyes of the world were focused.


    "Sort of a good thing."


    Ye Feng looked at the obvious number of pedestrians outside and muttered to himself.


    Although he disliked the Buddhist sect, he had to admit that some of the so-called "senior monks" did have a miraculous ability to quell evil with their Buddhist light.


    With a bunch of monks gathered here, the probability of evil things appearing would naturally be drastically reduced!


    "Dingdong."


    A message popped up in the group.


    I am truly a Taiji Master, "@The Proud Daughter of Heaven, it worked, this world has indeed given birth to aura, and the poor Taoist has successfully introduced aura into his body with the Qi Drawing Technique!"


    At this moment.


    Wudang Mountain.


    Zhang Sanfeng''s face was rosy and hale.


    It was very different from the previous vicissitudes of having a grayish face and a head full of wrinkles.


    The original head full of snow-white hair, at this time, took on a light gray color, and actually had a tendency to transform to black!


    Under his feet, a hazy yin and yang two fish Taiji pattern leisurely rotating, a vast and calm breath, with its center, spreading in all directions.


    All the disciples of Wudang Mountain suddenly felt a wave of relaxation, and their turbulent hearts calmed down.


    "After more than a hundred years of cultivation, I have achieved enlightenment in a single moment."


    Zhang Sanfeng''s face smiled widely.


    His gaze fell back onto the chat group''s interface, and he once again looked at that picture of Laojun carrying a sword, this time, but he saw mysteries and supreme truths that he had not seen before, but there were also more mists and fogs that were deep and boundless.


    Suddenly, his line of sight settled on the lower right corner of the Old Monarch Carrying Sword Diagram.


    Zhang Sanfeng''s pupils contracted slightly as he muttered to himself, ''''Ye Feng? Is this the name of senior, I didn''t even realize it before."


    This was terrifying!


    There was clearly a signature on it, but everyone surprisingly didn''t pay attention to it, as if their sight was obscured by some strange power.


    Standing still for a long time.


    Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed, lamenting, "The higher the cultivation level, instead, the more I can''t understand Senior Ye''s realm ah ......"

 Chapter 18 Ten Years of Old Customers, Several Times of Cold and Heat

    Heaven''s Proudest Daughter: "Congratulations! There''s no need to be so polite, Zen Master Zhang, after all, I asked for your Taijiquan as well! Compared to that, a simple Qi Drawing Technique is really nothing."


    Looking at the messages within the group, Ye Feng frowned slightly.


    He shook his head and typed, "In my opinion, the Qi Drawing Technique is actually not simple."


    Su Clan Zaibatsu.


    Su Xiaoyan sat up straight in shock.


    This was the first time she had seen an "artist" senior truly comment on something!


    Could it be that the Qi Drawing Technique had another profound point?


    Thinking about this.


    Su Xiaoyan was a bit excited and hurriedly sent out a message, "My daughter is not well educated, I wonder if senior can tell us more about it?"


    At the same time.


    Old Heavenly Master, Zhang Sanfeng, Fa Hai, Ma Xiaoling, and Dokgo Kurenai were all staring at the chat group as well.


    Especially Zhang Sanfeng.


    He was the only one besides Su Xiaoyan who had practiced the Qi Drawing Technique.


    Although he was vaguely able to detect that the Qi Drawing Art was not bad, he did not have any clue for a while.


    Ye Feng frankly accepted the title "Senior".


    Although he could not induce the spiritual qi into the body to cultivate, but it does not mean that he could not understand the "qi attraction technique", comprehended a lot of skills, and have reached the level of "skill is close to the road", his eyesight is naturally also in the accompanying enhancement!


    All laws, all ways, the same way!


    After a moment of contemplation.


    Ye Feng typed:


    "As the saying goes, ''The Way is as simple as the Tao''."


    "The fact that the Qi Drawing Technique can draw in aura into the body in the simplest way and is applicable to everyone means that it clarifies the Dao in the most superficial way."


    "That is to say, it is close to ''returning to the basics''!"


    To that mysterious Martial Ancestor who had pioneered the Qi Drawing Technique, Ye Feng still had admiration in his heart.


    Returning to the truth was only second to the technique being close to the Dao.


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    It was said.


    In fact, the very beginning of the Qi Drawing Art was tedious and complicated, and most people couldn''t understand it and didn''t know how to go about practicing it.


    But ten years ago.


    The Martial Ancestor somehow suddenly had an epiphany and simplified the complicated Qi Drawing Technique, and from then on, no matter how old or young, they could all see and understand how to carry out the power, resulting in a wave of blowouts in the number of martial artists!


    From the original 10 million people can only appear a martial artist, to 10,000 people can be born one!


    The name of the Ancestor Martial Artist is well deserved.


    Back to basics?


    Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ye Feng''s statement within the group and came to a realization.


    No wonder he always felt that even though the Qi Drawing Technique looked so simple that even a fool could understand it, it turned out that it had already reached a profound level that was understandable to anyone who looked at it!


    Folding and blending complex truths, and then telling them in the simplest way possible.


    This is to return to the basics!


    Of course, this also had a drawback.


    People who practiced the Qi Drawing Technique knew how to draw in spiritual qi through the way it was presented, but they did not know why they were able to draw in spiritual qi.


    This was the so-called "knowing the reason but not knowing the reason why"!


    Ye Feng had experienced the stage of returning to the truth countless times, so he naturally knew how this was a realm.


    It can be said.


    The "Qi Drawing Technique" created by Martial Ancestor had changed the world.


    "Unfortunately, my body can''t absorb spiritual qi." Ye Feng sighed in his heart.


    To be exact.


    He was able to sense the existence of spiritual qi and was able to draw it into his body, but the spiritual qi would "leak" out of his body at an extremely fast speed!


    Every single pore would expel it.


    To put it bluntly, it is simply a big "leaky spoon"!


    Heaven''s proud daughter: "The qi attraction technique turned out to be so powerful ...... I have always thought that it is a basic to no longer be able to basic techniques."


    How Lonely is Invincible: "Basic doesn''t mean it''s not profound enough, it just looks simpler. For example, my Dokuroku Nine Swords, each style is straight forward, but it breaks all the martial arts'' various divine techniques."


    Mundane: "Indeed. No matter how simple a method is, it can be invincible when practiced to a certain extreme."


    Heaven''s Proud Daughter: "You two are definitely different ah, one has already reached the point where no sword is better than a sword, and one only relies on the Golden Light Mantra to sweep the world, and even the Eight Wondrous Techniques can only stand aside ......"


    Su Xiaoyan secretly rolled her eyes.


    Dokurokuku naturally needless to say, defeat all the world, no one enemy, is a real fight out of the prestige.


    And the old heavenly master ......


    If this person is happy, then it is one person, if this person is not happy, then it becomes one person!


    Inside the small store.


    Ye Feng recalled the Dokuroku Nine Swords that was sent into the group by "How Lonely is the Invincible".


    One move, one style, indeed simple.


    The novel only briefly describes the Dokuroku Nine Swords, and to be able to simulate the real Dokuroku Nine Swords with just a few words is also considered a genius of the sword path!


    However, in his opinion, the so-called "Nine Swords of the Lone Ranger" is only at the level of "out of God''s reach".


    Invincible is how lonely: "Little girl you don''t bury me. What no sword is better than a sword, after seeing @Artist Senior''s painting, I realize what is called shame ......"


    Ye Feng laughed and typed:


    "There''s no need to be presumptuous, you are indeed quite talented in the sword path. When when everything is still everything in your eyes, perhaps you will be able to realize it."


    "Everything ...... is still everything?"


    Being on his way to the Fountainhead Evergreen Valley, Dokuroku was slightly stunned.


    The swordlessness he comprehended nowadays was that he was not bound to the sword, and that all things could be swords!


    However, when he saw this sentence "Everything is still everything", an aura suddenly flashed through his mind, but he didn''t catch it, but only vaguely realized something.


    "Everything is still everything?"


    Longhu Mountain, the old Heavenly Master pondered.


    "What ten thousand things are still ten thousand things, it''s completely unintelligible."


    In the Stalemate Testament World, Ma Xiaoling, the heir to the Exorcist Dragon Clan''s Ma Clan, was lying on her bed, shaking her iconic long legs, muttering.


    "That proud daughter of heaven even said that I would turn into some kind of purple-eyed zombie in the future, really uneducated, where do zombies have purple eyes?"


    "I heard that her world has a lot of demons and ghosts ......"


    "If only I could go over there and exorcise demons, I would be able to make lots and lots of money and become a really rich woman!"


    Wudang Mountain.


    Zhang Sanfeng was also enlightened, his gaze bright:


    "Taiji gives birth to two yi, two yi gives birth to four elephants, four elephants give birth to eight trigrams, and eight trigrams give birth to all things! Return to the truth, return to the origin, see the breakthrough of the origin of all things, revert to chaos, that is, the Taiji!"


    At this time.


    Inside the small store, Ye Feng ushered in an old guest.


    The guest was a wonderful woman, her face looked like she was just eighteen or nineteen years old, with big sparkling eyes and bright red lips, a complete urban beauty.


    However, Ye Feng knew that she was at least 30 years old this year!


    Because he had seen her ten years ago, the woman at that time also looked like this, so it was evident that the maintenance was very good.


    "Coming, what are you buying this time?"


    Ye Feng raised his head to look at her, and then redirected his eyes back to his cell phone, his tone casual, "Characters? Paintings? Or handmade dolls?"

 Chapter 19: Yu Huang

    The woman''s name was Yu Huang, and she would come over once every six months.


    Counting from ten years ago, this was now the entire twentieth time!


    Every time she came, she would buy away a painting or a piece of calligraphy, or possibly a sculpture, hand puppet, or something else that was placed on a wooden shelf.


    And she was very generous!


    She was Ye Feng''s most loyal "fan girl".


    When Yu Huang first came to the store, he was amazed at the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, when he was only eight years old, Ye Feng''s calligraphy and painting skills had just reached the realm of returning to simplicity.


    How could a child of eight years old paint such a stunning painting?


    At that time, she did not believe that it was made by Ye Feng no matter what.


    Until Ye Feng was too lazy to explain anymore and practiced calligraphy inside the house, Yu Huang saw the first brushstroke and believed it!


    In fact, she is a very nice person, there is just one drawback.


    Every time she came, she was relying and refused to leave!


    Ye Feng very much suspected that this at least 30 years old aunt was craving for her body, so every time he would firmly drive her away to protect his innocence!


    "Haven''t seen you for half a year, are you so unwelcoming to me?"


    Yu Huang''s big eyes were bright, glanced at Ye Feng, and said in a delicate voice, "At least we are considered old friends, at least give a pot of tea first?"


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    "Tea leaves are placed in the inner room, brew it yourself."


    Ye Feng was unmoved.


    "Cut!"


    Yu Huang rolled her eyes, skillfully walked into the inner room and opened an exquisite tea box carved from mahogany.


    As soon as the lid was lifted, a faint fragrance emanated out.


    She nostalgically took a deep breath as she rolled her eyes and secretly took out a few slices from inside, preparing to satiate her personal pockets, only to have a voice come from her in the next second:


    "No stealing!"


    "Don''t take it or don''t take it ...... Roar what roar."


    Yu Huang skimmed her rosy little mouth and covered the tea box with fondness.


    She picked up a small teapot next to it, which was carved with dragons and phoenixes, lifelike, delicate and ingenious.


    And in the center of the teapot.


    A seemingly ordinary but full of Taoist rhythm, the word "tea" became the finishing touch of the entire teapot, which was simple and simple with an immortal aura.


    Making tea is not a simple matter.


    The art of tea is about choosing tea, choosing water, followed by the technology of cooking tea and the art of tea utensils.


    Tea is not necessary to find, Ye Feng store tea, the world can not find the second, and the second step of the choice of water is the most important!


    Yu Huang took out a water bag.


    This is filled with her carefully prepared mountain spring, is collected in an old mountain, contains spiritual energy.


    After working for a while, Yu Huang finally boiled the tea, the aroma was overflowing, but when she looked closer, she couldn''t help but furrow her eyebrows.


    "Still too much difference."


    Three years ago.


    Yu Huang had once drank the tea made by Ye Feng himself.


    The water he used was simply tap water, far from being comparable to the mountain springs that contained spiritual qi, but on the contrary, the tea that was boiled out was full of Taoist flavor, and after sipping a small mouthful, one would feel that the spirit and soul were clear, and the Taoist heart was permeable, as if the entire person had been washed and cleansed.


    "Tea ceremony, is also a profound study ah ......"


    Yu Huang shook her head slightly.


    She picked up the plate with the teapot and teacups, and grumbled as she walked outside, "Grand Duke Ye, at least people are a weak woman, you don''t help ......"


    Suddenly, her footsteps lurched and her voice came to an abrupt end.


    "Just right."


    Ye Feng took the teapot and teacup from her hands, "Wu Yinluo, just brewed a good tea, try it? Wu Yinluo?" He was puzzled, "What are you fuming about?"


    "No, nothing."


    Wu Zhongtian carried a golden gong in his hand, his eyes panicked as he retracted his gaze towards Yu Huang, "Duke Ye ...... is not right, Mr. Ye, this is the Soul Suppressing Gong that I applied to the higher-ups for you, keep it."


    "Trouble Wu Yin Gong."


    Ye Feng smiled as he took that Soul Suppressing Golden Gong and casually said to Yu Huang, "Help me move a chair for Wu Yinluo."


    "Oh, good."


    Yu Huang nodded with a calm face.


    "No need! There''s really no need to bother!"


    Cold sweat came down on Wu Zhongtian''s head as he busily said, "Mr. Ye, I still have official business and am very busy, so I won''t bother you much today! Farewell ...... no need to send, Mr. Ye you stay!"


    Looking at Wu Zhongtian rushing out of the store in a hurry.


    Ye Feng couldn''t help but lament.


    "This Wu Yinluo is really responsible, never forgetting his official duties, a night watchman like him should go and become a golden gong and become a role model figure! Yu Huang, don''t you think so?"


    "Well, yes."


    Yu Huang looked at Wu Zhongtian''s disappearing back and nodded thoughtfully.

 Chapter 20 - I guessed your identity!

    Walking out of the small store.


    A breeze blew by, and Wu Zhongtian felt chilled all over.


    "It''s her, isn''t it ...... I shouldn''t have remembered wrongly, it must be her!" Wu Zhongtian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.


    Years ago, when he was still just a small gong, he had the honor of following his superiors to be lectured by that one, although many years had passed, that memory still had not receded.


    Vaguely remembering.


    At that time, there was a terrifying mutated giant crocodile that was terrorizing the Magic City, and it was impossible to use weapons of mass destruction.


    The giant crocodile was invulnerable to weapons, and its scale armor was incredibly hard.


    Even the three Golden Gongs could only cause it some minor injuries, unable to stop its destructive pace.


    Thus, that one struck out.


    With just one palm, it directly smashed the giant crocodile''s head!


    That stunning and overwhelming figure, that shocking scene, was forever stuck in Wu Zhongtian''s mind, becoming a trace that could not be erased.


    "What is her relationship with Mr. Ye?"


    Thinking back to the scene he saw in the small store, the one who was actually serving tea ...... Wu Zhongtian couldn''t help but shiver.


    He might have inadvertently crashed through some unspeakable secret!


    It was at this moment.


    The phone rang.


    Wu Zhongtian took out his cell phone, and after seeing the incoming number, he was slightly shocked and hurriedly tapped answer.


    Immediately, he heard a voice with an odd tone coming from the opposite side:


    "Silver Gong Wu Zhongtian, due to your good work attitude, as of today, you have been promoted to Honorary Gold Gong and awarded the medal of ''Exemplary Night Watchman'', come to the headquarters to receive it, and arrive within three hours."


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    Putting down the cell phone.


    Wu Zhongtian was filled with bewilderment.


    What the hell is being promoted to Honorary Golden Gong?


    There was such a thing as an honorary gong?


    And what is this inexplicable medal of "Model Night Watchman", I have never heard of it!


    However, Wu Zhongtian didn''t dare to delay, and after instructing his gongs to pay attention to the patrols, he rushed towards the Kyoto headquarters without stopping.


    ......


    "When do you plan to leave this time?"


    Ye Feng lightly sipped a mouthful of tea, frowned slightly, and commented very objectively, "There is a tiny bit of progress than last time, keep up the good work."


    "Only just arrived and you''re in a hurry to drive me away?"


    Yu Huang''s beautiful eyes flashed a trace of aggression, pitifully said, "Am I that obnoxious?"


    "Don''t come to this set."


    Ye Feng glanced at her, unmoved, "After so many years, I still don''t know you?"


    Yu Huang instantly converged on her chutzpah, crossed her legs and looked at him askance, "You also know that you''ve known each other for so many years, what''s wrong with me staying a little longer? Other guests you are also so anxious to drive away?"


    "Whatever."


    Ye Feng said indifferently.


    "Then I won ...... t leave tonight?" Yu Huang''s big eyes sparkled.


    "Good."


    Ye Feng nodded his head.


    So dry promise, Yu Huang instead froze for a moment, reacted with a face full of joy: "You finally got the hang of it, I told you, the old lady is so beautiful ......"


    "You sleep in the store."


    Ye Feng interrupted her lightly while typing on his cell phone, "I sleep in the inner room. There''s a not-so-good-identity night watchman personally guarding the place, so I think the security will be guaranteed, and it''s much more useful than any soul-suppressing gongs."


    The smile on Yu Huang''s face stalled.


    The atmosphere in the small store became a bit strange, after a moment of silence, she softly said, "You know?"


    "Just realized."


    Ye Feng glanced at her and said in a calm tone, "Do you really think I''m a fool? After Wu Zhongtian saw you, what he showed was not a stunning of beauty, but a ...... shock and disbelief!"


    "To be able to make a Silver Gong show such emotions, I can''t imagine any other possibility other than the top level of a night watchman."


    "Add to that, the fact that your appearance hasn''t changed in ten years, and I''m basically certain."


    The store once again fell into dead silence.


    Yu Huang looked at him with a ghostly gaze and was silent for a long time before sighing, "So, are you angry now?"


    "Why are you angry?"


    Ye Feng looked up at her strangely.


    "You don''t blame me for lying to you?" Yu Huang was slightly stunned.


    Ye Feng lost his smile and shook his head, flirting:


    "You didn''t lie to me because I never asked about your identity, I just vaguely guessed that you should be an Inhuman, I just didn''t expect it to be even more exaggerated than I thought."


    "This is a good thing, let me hug a big leg!"


    "Wu Yinluo was able to apply for a Soul Suppressing Golden Gong for me, there should be your secret authorization in this, right?"


    Nah.


    In fact, it is me who has embraced your thigh, and one embrace is ten years ...... Yu Huang secretly muttered.


    As for the Soul Suppressing Golden Gong it was even less relevant to her.


    She didn''t even know about it!


    Well, this is something to ask when I go back, the silver gong of the party should be able to see that the calligraphy and paintings in this store are not simple, but also can not apply for a Soul Suppressing Golden Gong, there should be something else that I do not know.


    Yu Huang''s beautiful eyes flashed a touch of strange color.


    Actually, Ye Feng guessed wrong.


    She was not the senior of the night watchman, but the person who proposed the establishment of the "night watchman" as a special organization.


    "You think I''m on the second level, but I''m actually on the fourth level ......"


    Yu Huang spat in her heart.


    However, she now as put down a burden, otherwise always feel that there is a layer of thick barrier between the two.


    Now that it was said and done, on the contrary, it was a lot easier!


    Looking at Ye Feng who kept staring with his cell phone, she couldn''t help but bring her head over, her long hair hanging by Ye Feng''s ear, and curiously said, "Who are you chatting with, so absorbed?"


    "Oh, an interesting group."


    Ye Feng smiled and explained, "There are a few playwrights in there, chatting and making up stories and role-playing every day, it''s quite interesting."


    ......