Dao fruit.

"Having said that, the lunatic just now is too powerful. If you and I show up, or make too much noise to attract him again, it will be bad, so we have to hide in the dark."

As soon as the muddy thought fell, the ethereal thought said: "What's so difficult about this, let me do it..."

As the words fell, there were strands of fresh wind in the soil. The fresh wind seeped out of the ground, lingered and spun everywhere in the Zhang residence, and gradually filled the residence without anyone noticing it.

The cold and gloomy atmosphere slowly spread, which was incompatible with the hot sunlight falling from the sky.

In Zhang's house, the gentlemen came and went, and soon, the Liu family and the Zheng family who were the first to come to ask for calligraphy, their masters actually came to the door in person to thank Qi Jiulian.

These two, who were unconscious just now, can now walk to the door. Seeing this, everyone immediately shocked Qi Jiulian as a heavenly being.

Soon, the servants of several wealthy households in the city came to ask for words, and the gentlemen whose symptoms improved also came in person.

Many people left messages, saying that they wanted to organize a banquet and thank Qi Jiulian.

This young scholar seemed to be accustomed to such battles, chatting and laughing happily, and when he heard others praise him, he accepted it unceremoniously.

When someone asked about the mystery of the word, Qi Jiulian said earnestly: "My word is not a panacea, it can't cure the disease, the reason why you can get better is because you are not sick, but evil, but the evil is overwhelming. Righteousness, my words can draw the principles of heaven and earth, thereby suppressing evil spirits, in the future, you can frame the words and hang them in the main room to prevent recurrence."

This is a bit crazy, all the masters present.In terms of age, he was Qi Jiulian's grandparents.But in his words, there was a sense of an elder pointing out a younger generation, and he even had his words framed.

However, after hearing these words, everyone did not feel disgusted, instead, a few people nodded solemnly and kept it in their hearts.

At this time, someone came in again.Come and ask for calligraphy.

Qi Jiulian never refuses anyone who comes, he knows that this is an opportunity to improve his popularity and reputation, otherwise, how can he be hired by just a son of a merchant?

Holding the pen again, brushing it a few times, Qi Jiulian's mind was immersed in the pen, pure thoughts.Mobilizing the aura, the energy and spirit flow along the pen holder, turn into ink marks, and condense on the paper.

Gradually, he became more and more handy, and his writing was no longer a single blessing.Instead, it became a long sentence, with a few words in one go, so that it was natural, and the momentum on his body became more and more powerful!

Finally, the last word was written.He let out a long breath, immediately.The words on the whole piece of paper are clear, as if floating, exuding an unspeakable momentum, faintly matching.

The others also held their breath and stared at him.

When he calmed down, Qi Jiulian was about to finish writing.

Just at this time, there were two screams from the side, followed by two "plops", and the masters of the Liu family and the Zheng family fell on their backs, their faces blue and purple.

There was a gloomy air around the two of them.

Snapped!

Qi Jiulian's hand holding the pen paused in the air, a little ink dripped from the tip of the pen, stained the paper, and spread.

………………

At the same time, Zhang Zhen took Qiu Yan outside a single courtyard.

This yard is not big, obviously some years old, one wall is full of ivy.

Zhang Zhen stepped forward to call the door, and soon an old woman opened the courtyard door.

"It turned out to be Zhang Sheng." The old woman said and glanced at Qiu Yan.

Zhang Zhen then said: "Madam Li, is Uncle Sun awake? I'll come and see him."

"Wake up, I'm watching over his treasures, why don't you seek medical treatment, just know that you are thinking about things." The old woman muttered and led the two into the hospital.

The yard is neither big nor small, with flowers and plants planted on both sides, growing like a gentleman, obviously after careful layout and care.

After walking two steps, a voice came from the room——

"Aunt Li, who's here?"

"It's Zhang Sheng, come to see the master." The old woman rubbed a pair of rough hands on her body, "You take them there, I have to go to the kitchen to cook, I heard that when I was cooking, I left without authorization, and let Master Stove Got it, the old man is going to get angry." The old woman turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiu Yan could vaguely feel that there was a vague idea of ​​incense on this Nanny Li's body, residing in the void, and connected with the deity.

Over the past few days, the worship of the Kitchen God has spread in Yuanning City, and ordinary people also invite statues of the God to worship them from time to time.

When Qiu Yan was thinking, there was a "squeak" in front of him, and the door of the house opened, and a scholar, about sixteen or seventeen years old, came out from inside. He met Zhang Zhen, bowed his hands, and then asked about Qiu Yan.

Zhang Zhen pointed to Qiu Yan, and said, "This is Qiu Yan who has been visited by Uncle Sun twice, but has not been seen." After finishing speaking, he turned to Qiu Yan and said, "This is Uncle Sun's eldest son. Sun Wei."

"It turned out to be Mr. Qiu, sorry!" Sun Wei looked at Qiu Yan, "My father has mentioned Mr.'s name many times. A few days ago, when we met today, I realized that being famous is not as good as meeting him."

"Brother Sun is too polite."

Qiu Yan returned the salute, and Sun Wei went back to the room to report, and returned after a few breaths.

"My father invited the two of you to go in. He knew Brother Qiu was here, but he was inconvenient and couldn't greet him in person. Let me accuse Brother Qiu."

"Brother Zhang and Brother Sun and I are of the same generation, and Sun Xingming is the elder. There is no reason for the elders to go out to welcome the younger generation."

The three said while walking into the room.

The house is not big. After passing the main hall, you can go to the back room.

There is a sliding door at the back of the house. Outside the door is a long corridor with wooden floors. Outside the corridor is a garden with green vegetables.

At this time, that Sun Xingming was leaning against the edge of the corridor, holding some letters in his hands, and a few books beside him. The sun shone on him, giving him a lazy and leisurely feeling. People looked at it and thought he was taking a nap in the afternoon.

But after getting close to the ceremony, Qiu Yan could clearly see the lingering blackness on this person's face, and he was skinny and skinny.

"Sure enough, he is haunted by evil spirits. It is similar to Zhang Zhen's previous situation, but it is more serious. I don't need to be out of my body or shrouded in heavenly souls to see that this person is not only swallowed by Luhuo, but also the other two fires. Moreover, the eyeballs are swollen and the chin is sharp and narrow, which has become a short-lived and ruined appearance! What a vicious method!"

Sun Xingming turned his head slowly.Looking over, he said, "This is Mr. Qiu Yanqiu, right? I finally saw you. I struggled to get up, which made you laugh." After he finished speaking, he pointed to the papers in his hand, "Since you are here, Then I will have the audacity to ask for a word."

Qiu Yan said: "It's just a little effort, why ask for it? This junior is here. I heard that a little brush and ink can have the effect of suppressing evil, so come here and have a try."

Sun Xingming smiled: "Words can suppress evil, this is true, this is the first thing I discovered, but unfortunately, after a long time, the effect has passed. If you still want to be haunted by evil spirits, even if you do it again, I guess it can only be delayed For a while." There was a sense of relief in his smile.

Different from many wealthy businessmen, this person is a prisoner, a staff member of the magistrate, and his power and wealth are not top-notch.But when encountering things, on the contrary, you can see the key point the most. Knowing this time, the evil spirit is just the sign, and the person who performs the spell is the root.

Do not subdue the performer.Everything else is futile.

Zhang Zhen looked at the right time and said, "Uncle Sun. That's not what I said. The previous calligraphy was just Qiu Yan's pen practice, and it has that effect. Now that his calligraphy has been completed, the effect of writing must be far better than before. .”

Sun Xingming still smiled and did not answer.

At this time, Qiu Yan suddenly pointed to the calligraphy in the other party's hand and asked, "Can you show me these calligraphy, sir."

"This is your thing." Sun Xingming handed over a few words.

Qiu Yan stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly felt a chilly air coming from the paper, and there was a faint smell of ghosts.

"Ok?"

Feeling light in his heart, his blood circulated under his skin to dispel the chill, and carefully looked at the paper.

The paper was withered and yellow, and the aura, thoughts and traces of soul power that had been condensed in the words during writing had long since disappeared, replaced by a cold and filthy atmosphere.

His nose twitched, and Qiu Yan sniffed. He has condensed his heroism, which can be said to be reborn. His sense of smell is far better than ordinary people.

With this smell, he caught a rancid smell.

"It's such a filthy breath, I don't know what it is contaminated with, there is such a breath, even if you don't do anything, after a long time, let alone the aura and thoughts in the words, even people will be eroded!"

After figuring this out, he had a rough idea, knew the means used by the other party, and then looked aside.

Next to Qiu Yan, there was a short case with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it.

Sun Xingming ordered his son to move here.

Qiu Yan didn't talk too much, he bent down and knelt down, first he grinded, then picked up the pen, hung his wrist in the air, closed his eyes, as if he was brewing something.

With this brewing, his whole body seemed to become a black hole, which made Zhang Zhen and others feel a frightening suction, attracting the surrounding sunlight.

In Qiu Yan's heart, the recent encounter flashed like a fleeting moment——

Fierce battles, underworld, souls of believers, way of life...

In the end, it stopped at the ancient eight-character seal and the swordsmanship monster. The life-and-death struggle between the two crossed my mind!

As soon as he thought of this, a little spiritual light accumulated in Qiu Yan's soul, and some words gushed out from the bottom of his heart.

So, the tip of the pen falls.

Qiu Yan's face was calm, his breath resonated with his pulse, and thoughts rose and merged into the pen. When the muscles and bones relaxed, the muscles, bones, qi, blood, and true energy flowed, the flesh and blood of the whole body trembled, the four souls were connected, and the pen was like a snake!

Each character is formed on the paper——

Husband character, with the spirit as the spirit, the heart as the bones...

Every word has bones and gradually fills up, just like giving birth to muscles!

"This is……"

Sun Xingming and the others looked at Qiu Yan and felt that the other person seemed to be an article, which made people's minds agitated.

call!

Suddenly, a wave of heat rose from the paper!

The words on the paper actually gave birth to qi and blood fluctuations, soaring into the sky!

"This this this..."

Sun Xingming trembled, while Zhang Zhen and Sun Wei also widened their eyes, dumbfounded!

Just at this time, the door of the house opened, and a servant in Tsing Yi hurried in.

"Young master, it's not good! The master fell ill again! This time it's more serious, you should go back quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt warm all over his body, as if soaking in a hot spring! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.)

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