Dao fruit.

Deep underground, in the mud, there are two erratic figures, controlling the filth, trying to wait for an opportunity to counterattack, but suddenly there is a wave of people's wishes from above, directly pressing on the two to disperse the filth!

"This person can mobilize people's wishes! He wants to suppress you and me!"

As soon as this idea fell into place, there was a popping sound not far away, and then several jets of jet-black water seeped out and turned into a jet of water, charging towards the two figures!

"Not good! Someone sneaked up!"

After being hit by the water column, the two minds screamed, and then the two figures went their separate ways, avoiding the impact of the water column.Please use to visit this site.

"I didn't expect you and I to hide here and be discovered!"

The two figures changed independently, and one of them exploded with a bang, shooting out copper coins, like a goddess scattering flowers.This copper coin seems to be solid, but in fact it is illusory. It shuttles and swims in the mud, and rushes towards the jet-black water!

The other one turned into a stream of air, exuding the smell of blood, and also charged towards that jet of black water!

At this time, the water flowed together and condensed into a person, his whole body was pitch black, and the poisonous gas was surging all over his body. Instead of retreating, he moved forward, and with a flick of his arms, droplets of pitch-black water came out to meet the copper coins.

"Huh? It's a person who has condensed pills, and is covered in poison! It's a pity that facing us, even the gods of Yuanning City will also want to drink hatred. What can you do if you are a flesh-and-blood monk?"

Amidst the laughter of the two thoughts, the dense water droplets collided with the copper coins. Suddenly, the copper coins shattered, and the water droplets evaporated.

Then, the fishy wind rushed over, covering the dark man, and the force of absorption burst out from the wind, forcibly stripping and absorbing the person's thoughts from the pores!

This person's mind is also dark and full of poison, but it has no effect on the foul wind, being swept by the air current, disintegrating and disintegrating in the wind.Turned into pure thought, melted into the wind.

The next moment, the wind was stronger, exuding a cold, gloomy, and ghostly aura, infecting the surroundings like a ghostly haunted area.

On the other hand, the loss of thoughts seemed to have no effect on that person. He opened his mouth against the wind: "Where is my way? It turned out to be two wild ghosts. You ghost turned into a bloody wind. You can absorb thoughts, but you Come to absorb my thoughts, but I made a wrong idea!"

As the words fell, a trace of shadow gushed out from the pores of this person, and also merged into the wind!

These shadows are full of negative emotions, once blended into the wind, it is difficult to disintegrate, but they are entwined on them like maggots on tarsus bones.Hearing the scream of Xingfeng, he quickly evacuated and retreated hastily.

"Heart demon! How is it possible, you can control the heart demon?" Xing Feng screamed.It condensed into a ghost image, gathering and dispersing uncertainly, full of ghostly aura.

Wind Eater.

Inside this ghost, a shadow is rapidly expanding.Very fast!

The man listened and smiled coldly: "It's exactly the opposite of what you said!"

"What do you mean?" Just as the wind eater was surprised, the inner demons shuttling inside suddenly gathered.A thought came out, which shocked the ghost.

And the pitch-black man was shocked, bursting out venom and blood, the blood essence burst like water, twisted into a strand, and rushed towards another figure!

boom!

Qi and blood are like pillars, hot breath is surging, poisonous mist is surging, approaching another figure, and the heat wave invades, making him scream, and his figure gradually becomes clear——

This is also a ghost, the inside is glittering with gold, and it is filled with copper plates. Its body smells bad, and it emits mood swings of hunger, greed for money, and money-grabbing.

Hungry ghosts without wealth.

Then, hot blood roared in, and a few drops of it fell on the ghost, and the ghost suddenly smoked and screamed again and again.

The blood of warriors contains yang energy, which is like poison to ghosts.

For a moment, the heart demon and hot blood restrained the two ghosts, and the two ghosts couldn't care about each other. The filth gathered in Zhang's mansion lost control and slowly dissipated.

The fierce underground battle was under Qiu Yan's control, but this battle made him suspicious.

"It's actually two ghosts that caused all this? The combat power doesn't seem to be strong. How did this city full of gods fall? Moreover, they dare to attack the government, which is equivalent to touching the luck of the court and the dragon veins of the country. Where did this come from? courage?"

Thinking of this, he had a thought, and there was an immediate reaction from the god himself. Divine power and incense thoughts came from afar, and the whole Yuanning City trembled faintly. Gather towards the fierce battle!

Ordinary people naturally wouldn't notice this change, but all the supernatural beings in the city reacted immediately!

For a time, there were changes everywhere in the city.

It's just that Qiu Yan's scholar avatar didn't go there. Firstly, the scholar avatar's cultivation level is not high, so it may not be useful if he goes there. Secondly, he is entangled in the secular world——

"Sir, please take your seat. I have been negligent before, please don't take it to heart."

Master Zhang said with a smile on his face.

It was still the lobby of the Zhang Mansion, and the chairs were still full of people, but they were not the direct or collateral lineages of the previous Zhang family, but the well-known wealthy and lords in Yuanning City.

In terms of influence alone, this group of people ranks first in the entire Jiannan Road. The reforms have been implemented in the past two years, and even the government has to communicate and discuss with them.

But at this moment, the gentlemen who had just recovered from their illnesses had smiles on their faces, with some flattering taste, and their eyes were all focused on one person——

Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan was dragged by Mr. Zhang, insisting on letting him sit at the top, but he couldn't refuse after several times, so Qiu Yan had to take advantage of the situation and sit down.

When this group of people were in a coma before, they all had a feeling that the end was approaching. They vaguely felt the chaos in the mansion and the clansmen, and they were disheartened. The coldness brought them back to life, filled with grief and joy. After finding the source of warmth and understanding the process, they were both grateful and in awe of Qiu Yan, and they all respected him as Mister.

Listening to everyone's words of thanks, Qiu Yan suddenly shook his head and said, "Everyone, don't forget what happened before. Now that things are getting better, you still can't be careless."

"Even if it's just a moment of sobriety, it's okay. At least there is time to arrange the funeral. This incident has exposed a lot of hidden dangers, so we can't ignore it." Master Zhang and the others shook their heads. The evil spirit and the coldness were all swept away, and my body became much stronger, with a feeling of being as light as a swallow, even more comfortable than before the illness..."

Everyone was talking casually, and suddenly, a fat merchant said: "By the way, Mr. Qiu, what do you plan to do with this picture of yours?"

As soon as these words were said, the whole hall was suddenly silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to Qiu Yan's painting.

The long poem in calligraphy is called "Being sick".

In addition to the ability to ward off evil spirits and suppress evil, this painting also has a sense of beauty. Even people who do not know how to write and ink can still gain inspiration from it, and the poem above also resonates with everyone, and has a lot of value. attraction.

What's more, among all the people here, there are also people who love calligraphy. They can see that this kind of calligraphy style that contains flesh and blood is a brand new attempt. It is very ornamental and is likely to lead a trend. Those of later generations are extremely precious!

Of course, what more people care about is not words and poems, but Qiu Yan himself!

Qiu Yan's calligraphic attainments obviously surpassed that of the young calligrapher, otherwise, the other party would not have been able to sit silently, so the quick-witted person immediately sensed the value from it.

"The value of the works of calligraphers before they became famous is not only the words and poems themselves! If they are passed on for several generations, they may bring unimaginable wealth! What's more, if you ask for this calligraphy, you can also take the opportunity to give money and make friends Qiu Yan."

Although they have different thoughts, everyone has the idea that they must win the picture, and they are waiting for Qiu Yan's answer.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yan heard this, and just said indifferently: "Although I wrote this calligraphy, it was originally entrusted by a friend, so it was naturally given to the Zhang family."

"what!"

This light and fluffy sentence caused the faces of everyone present to change suddenly, and some people subconsciously called out.

In stark contrast, Master Zhang looked surprised. He first glanced at Zhang Zhen who was sitting by the door, with a look of relief in his eyes, then got up quickly, and thanked Qiu Yan: "Thank you, sir, for your kind gift. This calligraphy can keep houses from evil, and the calligraphy and poems themselves are even more unique, enough to be a family heirloom of my Zhang family! Please also sign your name, sir."

His words were not out of politeness, they came from the bottom of his heart. The value of this painting and Qiu Yan's itself was naturally clear to the sharp-eyed Master Zhang. Such a painting, once signed by Qiu Yan, must be framed and collected as a family heirloom.

"Wait a minute, Lao Zhang, you and I have been friends for many years, you know my preferences, you might as well give me this word..."

"Brother Zhang, didn't you fall in love with that shop in the north of the city? If you agree to exchange this word..."

"Uncle Zhang, you and I are family friends, and our ancestors took the imperial examination together..."

Seeing that the plan was in vain, everyone seemed to lose their composure, caring about the city and expressing their position directly, for fear of falling behind.

The solemn lobby suddenly became noisy.

Mr. Zhang shook his head: "Everyone, don't think that I, Zhang Yunling, is raising the price on the ground. I really won't sell this painting..."

In the corner of the lobby, Qi Jiulian was sitting on a chair with a stiff face.

Compared with the previous scenery, although he is still sitting here at this moment, there are occasional people who come to talk and are polite, but the respect in his words is not much, the change is obvious, and there is a taste of being left out.

Hearing others praise Qiu Yan's words now made him feel hotter on the face and depressed in the heart.

"This is how the world is like a knife, and human relationships are cold and warm. If I hadn't held the title of the young scholar and the son of the Guanzhong family, I am afraid that this group of brats would never let me sit here, and I would have been kicked out long ago! It really is a businessman. It's profitable but useless, a bunch of fools!"

Thinking about it, his eyes fell on Qiu Yan, with complicated eyes, full of jealousy, unwillingness, awe and admiration.

Just when the hall was full of people, suddenly, a young servant in green clothes ran from outside, and before entering the room, he hurriedly said: "Master, master, the magistrate is here!" (To be continued

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