golden eyes

Chapter 52 The Master of the Pen (2)

After dark, Lin Feng didn't drive, but chose to take a taxi, got off at a location close to the destination, and walked towards it slowly.

This place belongs to the old city, and the buildings on both sides are quite old. After special decoration, there is a special cultural atmosphere in it.After more than ten years of development and the strong escort of the government, an antique street has been formed, which is well-known in the whole province.

The Antique Street is quite lively at night, passing through the crowd, in an inconspicuous alley at the end of the street, Lin Feng found the corresponding door number.No matter how bad other shops are, at least one or two customers will come to the door, but this one, except for an old man dozing off at the door, doesn't even take a second look when stray dogs pass by.

There is no signboard, and after scanning the inside of the store, one can barely see that this is a shop dealing in calligraphy and painting, but the works are pitifully small, no more than a dozen or so here and there.

Lin Feng walked towards the old man who was enjoying the shade, his appearance was already blurred in his memory, but he couldn't forget that aura.

"Old man, we meet again." Lin Feng respectfully put the pen on the small wooden table where the tea cups were placed.

The old man opened his confused eyes, glanced at Lin Feng, was not surprised at his arrival, and said with a smile: "I knew we would meet again, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. Why, the old man's pen is just like this Not easy to write?"

"It's easy to write," Lin Feng said, "I just can't afford it."

"Oh, how do you say that?" There was a little light in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"People's pens are filled with ink, but yours is filled with blood. I'm afraid that my life will be lost as I write."

Isn't it true that IELTS can not kill myself because of this pen. In a certain sense, if one day I am not sure and break the pen, or even lose it, wouldn't my life be gone?

Knowing the meaning it represented, Lin Feng would not dare to use it even if he had ten guts. It would be too late to enshrine it like an ancestor. It is better to return it to the original owner earlier.

"Nonsense, even if it's blood, it's someone else's." The old man slapped the table fiercely, and Lin Feng was pushed back two meters by the arrogance of the rainbow.

"What you said is true, but even if it belongs to someone else, I don't dare to write any more." Lin Feng was about to cry. That's fine on your own!

Huangjing?Or Profound Realm?It feels much stronger than that Beihe!
"Don't you dare to be a villain?" The old man glared at Lin Feng, and said angrily, "Take it back, otherwise, you can leave directly."

"Okay!" Lin Feng didn't forget the purpose of coming here, and none of the questions in his heart had been resolved, so he couldn't just be dismissed like this.Regardless of the blood of a good person or a bad person, it’s fine to beat someone, but it’s still bad to kill someone. The big deal is that you don’t need it in the future, and you can still stare at me all the time.

"Come in!" The old man got up and walked into the house, and Lin Feng obediently followed behind him.

Not shying away from Lin Feng's existence, the old man opened the secret cabinet, and a passage on the wall appeared in front of him.

"I didn't see anything just now." Seeing the old man turned his head to look at him, Lin Feng hurriedly said: "Well, old man, let's talk here if you have anything to say! Actually, it's not a big deal for me to come."

He had to be careful, if Yasi did something in the hotel, he could still check her up, maybe she could be brought to justice in the end.I came here by myself, but no one knew. If I was killed, it would only be a lonely ghost.

"Go in and talk!" The old man didn't give Lin Feng a chance to retreat, he stretched out his hand and pushed him to go ahead.

The passage was not long, and soon, a stone room made entirely of ancient bluestone appeared in front of us. Two incense burners, a futon, and a picture hanging on the wall were all the items in the stone room.

"Stand in front of that picture." The old man's attitude became more and more serious, and every syllable he uttered could send chills down Lin Feng's back, as if what he was facing was not an old man in his early [-]s, but a cultivator. Thousand years of undead zombies.

"What crime did I do!" Lin Feng moved towards the painting step by step with a bitter face.When the eyes fell completely on the picture, his full attention was immediately attracted.

The painting is not big, about one meter long and sixty centimeters wide. It depicts a black dragon rushing out of the sea. The length of the dragon is thousands of feet long.The dragon is majestic, don't mess with the gods.

When Lin Feng's eyes fell on those golden longan eyes, at that moment, the world in front of him changed completely. Above the boundless sea, the blue dragon roared and the dragon's chant was loud.

Alive!

Standing there dumbfounded, Lin Feng had a painful expression on his face and trembled all over his body.But the old man standing not far away was refreshed, his lips trembling and said: "How many years, how many years, finally waited for him to appear!"

I don't know how long it took, the sea calmed down, the blue dragon disappeared, and the picture was still in front of him, but even Lin Feng, who had no research on the painting, could tell that the picture was dead, and the vitality originally contained in it had disappeared. Completely disappeared.

"What exactly happened?" Lin Feng's head ached sharply, and there seemed to be a lot of things inside. He closed his eyes and used his mental power to act on his mind.

""Tianlong Spirit Technique" is the supreme skill for spiritual cultivation!" He could see a bunch of tadpole-like runes, which were extremely mysterious, and it was strange that Lin Feng could understand them.

"This is the technique that specifically affects the spirit?" Lin Fengle, this is the existence he has been looking for, systematic and comprehensive. With it, he no longer feels like a homeless man wandering outside, but has found home.

"Congratulations!" The old man walked over, and his kind smile made people feel very warm.

"Old man, you are..." Lin Feng could not have guessed that this huge opportunity was given by the old man on purpose. From the very beginning, he had no intention of murdering himself.

"Everyone calls me Er Ye, you can call me that too." Er Ye pointed to the picture on the wall and said, "This picture is called "Tianlong Tu". I believe you already know what is in the picture. Over the past few decades , you are the only one who can completely inherit the power in the picture."

"It should be very precious to you!" Lin Feng asked weakly.He could feel Erye's great achievements in spiritual power, and the living "Tianlongtu" can greatly promote his cultivation. Now that he is killed by himself, he really won't get mad?

"It's very precious." The second master nodded, "But it's useless if the most precious thing doesn't belong to me. Now that it has found an owner, I should be happy for it."

Ghosts believe you.Lin Feng secretly thought.

(End of this chapter)