Dao Fruit

"That being said, the madman was too powerful. If you or I show up, or make too much noise, and attract him again, that would be bad, so we have to hide in the dark."

As soon as the turbid thought fell, the ethereal thought said: "How difficult is this? Let me do it..."

As soon as the words fell, there were strands of breeze in the soil. The breeze seeped out of the ground, wandered and swirled around the Zhang Mansion, and gradually filled the mansion without anyone noticing.

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

Zhang Mansion was full of people coming and going. Soon, the masters of the Liu and Zheng families who came first to ask for the signature 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 god.

Soon, servants of several wealthy families in the city came to ask for calligraphy, and those masters whose symptoms had improved also came in person.

Many people left messages, saying that they would prepare a banquet to thank Qi Jiulian.

This young calligrapher seemed to have long been accustomed to such a scene, chatting and laughing, and he accepted it without hesitation when he heard others praising him.

When someone asked about the mystery behind the calligraphy, Qi Jiulian said earnestly: "My calligraphy is not a panacea, it cannot cure diseases. The reason why it can make you better is that you are not sick, but are possessed by evil, but evil cannot overcome good. My calligraphy can lead the principles of heaven and earth, thereby suppressing evil spirits. In the future, you can frame the calligraphy and hang it in the main room to prevent recurrence."

This was a bit arrogant. In terms of age, the masters present were his grandfathers, but his words had the meaning of an elder instructing a younger generation, and even asked someone to frame his calligraphy.

However, after hearing this. The crowd did not feel disgusted, but some people nodded solemnly and remembered it in their hearts.

At this time, someone else came in and asked for calligraphy.

Qi Jiulian never refused anyone who came. He knew that this was an opportunity to improve his reputation and fame. Otherwise, how could a merchant's son invite him?

Picking up the pen again, brushing a few times, Qi Jiulian's mind was immersed in the tip of the pen. Pure thoughts, mobilizing spiritual energy, spirit and energy flowed along the pen, turned into ink, and condensed on the paper.

Gradually, he became more and more handy. The pen was no longer a single word of blessing, but a long sentence, with several words in one breath. Let it be natural, and the momentum on the body is getting more and more full and more powerful!

Finally, when he wrote the last word, he let out a long breath. Suddenly, every word on the whole paper was clear, as if it was suspended, exuding an indescribable momentum. Faintly in harmony.

Others also held their breath and stared at it.

After taking a breath, Qi Jiulian was about to write and finish.

Just at this time. Two screams came from the side, followed by two "thumps", and the masters of the Liu and Zheng families fell on their backs with purple faces.

There were eerie air currents lingering around the two of them.

Pah!

Qi Jiulian's hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, and a little ink dripped from the tip of the pen, staining the paper and spreading.

………………

At the same time, Zhang Zhen took Qiu Yan to the outside of a separate courtyard.

The courtyard was not big, and it was obviously a bit old. One wall was covered with ivy.

Zhang Zhen went forward and called the door, and soon an old woman opened the courtyard door.

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

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

"He's awake, and he's guarding his treasures. It's been so long, and he didn't go to see a doctor, but only thought about the objects." The old woman muttered and led the two into the courtyard.

The yard was neither too big nor too small, with flowers and plants planted on both sides, growing like gentlemen, and it was obviously carefully laid out and maintained.

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

"Aunt Li, who is here?"

"It's Zhang Sheng, come to see the master." The old woman rubbed her rough hands on her body, "You take them over, I still have to go to the kitchen to cook. I heard that if someone leaves the kitchen while cooking, the kitchen god will be angry if he finds out." The old woman turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiu Yan could vaguely feel that this Aunt Li had a vague idea of ​​incense, relying on the void, and connected with the original god.

These days, the worship of the kitchen god has spread in Yuanning City, and ordinary families have also invited statues of the god and worship them often.

While Qiu Yan was thinking, there was a creaky sound in front of him, and the door of the house opened. A scholar, about sixteen or seventeen years old, walked out. He saw Zhang Zhen, bowed, and then asked about Qiu Yan.

Zhang Zhen pointed at Qiu Yan and said, "This is Qiu Yan, whom Uncle Sun has visited twice but has not been able to see." After saying that, he turned to Qiu Yan and said, "This is Uncle Sun's eldest son, Sun Wei."

"So it's Mr. Qiu, I'm sorry!" Sun Wei looked at Qiu Yan, "My father has mentioned your name many times. A few days ago, I met you today and realized that hearing about you is not as good as meeting you in person."

"Brother Sun, you are polite."

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

"My father invites you two in. He knows that Brother Qiu is here, but he is not in a good condition and cannot greet him in person. Let me apologize to Brother Qiu."

"Brother Zhang, Brother Sun and I are of the same generation. Sun Xingming is the elder. How can an elder go out to greet a younger generation?"

The three of them walked into the room while talking.

The house is not big. After passing the main hall, you will reach 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, Sun Xingming was leaning on the edge of the corridor, holding a few paintings in his hand and a few books beside him. The sun was shining on him, giving him a lazy and leisurely feeling. I didn't recognize him. People looked at it and thought he was taking a nap in the afternoon.

But after getting closer to the ceremony, Qiu Yan could clearly see the lingering black aura on this man'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 more serious. I don't need the soul to leave the body or the heavenly soul to envelope me. I can tell that not only has the Lu Fire been eaten by this person, but the other two fires have also weakened. Moreover, the eyelids are swollen and the chin is pointed and narrow, which is a sign of short life and ruined family! "What a cruel method!"

Sun Xingming slowly turned his head and looked over: "Is this Mr. Qiu Yan, Mr. Qiu? I finally met him. I had a hard time getting up, which made you laugh." After saying this, he pointed to a few pieces of paper in his hand. . "Since you are here, I will shamelessly ask for a word."

Qiu Yan said: "This is just a simple effort, why bother? I came here because I heard that some pen and ink can have the effect of suppressing evil, so I came here to give it a try."

Sun Xingming smiled: "It's true that words can suppress evil spirits. I was the first to discover this. Unfortunately, over time, the effect has passed, and you will still be haunted by evil spirits. Even if you try it again, you will probably only be able to delay it." For a moment." There was relief in his smile.

Different from many wealthy businessmen, this person is a criminal and an aide to the prefect. His power and wealth are not top-notch, but he can see the key when it comes to problems. Knowing what happened this time, the evil spirit was just the indicator, and the person who performed the spell was the root.

Unless the person doing the magic is subdued, everything else is in vain.

Zhang Zhen saw the right opportunity. He said: "Uncle Sun, that's not what you said. The calligraphy before was just Qiu Yan's practice calligraphy. It has such effect. Now that his calligraphy is complete, the effect of writing is definitely far better than before."

Sun Xingming still smiled and did not answer.

At this time, Qiu Yan suddenly pointed to some words in the other person's hand and asked: "Sir, can you show me these words?"

"This book is yours." Sun Xingming handed over a few pieces of writing.

Qiu Yan stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly felt a cold air coming from the paper, with a vague smell of the underworld.

"Um?"

He felt light in his heart, blood flowed under his skin, dispelling the chill, and looked at the paper carefully.

The paper is withered and yellow, and the spiritual energy, thoughts and a trace of soul power that were originally condensed in the words when writing are no longer there, replaced by a cold and dirty atmosphere.

His nose twitched and Qiu Yan took a sniff. He had condensed his spirit and was completely transformed. His sense of smell was far better than that of ordinary people. Even the smallest smell could be felt loudly.

This sniff allowed him to catch a putrid smell.

"What a filthy smell. I don't know what it is contaminated with. With such a smell, even if you don't do anything, over time, let alone the spiritual energy and thoughts of the words, even the person will be eroded!"

After thinking about this, he roughly had an idea and knew the methods used by the other party, and then looked aside.

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

This is what Sun Xingming ordered his son to move here.

Qiu Yan did not hesitate, he bent over and knelt down, first polished, then picked up the pen, hung it in the air by his wrist, closed his eyes, and seemed to be brewing something.

As he was brewing, the whole person seemed to become a black hole, making Zhang Zhen and others feel a frightening suction, attracting all the surrounding sunlight.

In Qiu Yan's mind, the recent experiences flashed by like a fleeting glance——

Fierce battle, underworld, the soul of the faithful, the way of life...

In the end, it stopped at the eight-character ancient seal script and the swordsman spirit. The battle for their lives flashed through my heart!

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Yan's soul cultivated a little spiritual light, and something came out of his heart.

Then, the pen tip fell.

Qiu Yan's face is calm, his every breath resonates with his pulse, thoughts rise and merge into his pen, his muscles and bones relax, his muscles and bones, qi and blood, and true energy flow, his whole body's flesh and blood trembles, his four souls are connected, and his pen moves like a dragon and a snake!

Each word is formed on the paper——

The word "husband" refers to the spirit as the spirit and the heart as the sinews and bones...

Each word has bones and gradually fills in, as if giving birth to muscles!

"This is……"

Sun Xingming and others looked at Qiu Yan, feeling as if the other person had become an article, which made people excited.

call!

Suddenly, a wave of heat rose from the paper!

The words on the paper actually generated energy and blood fluctuations and soared into the sky!

"This, this, this..."

Sun Xingming trembled, while Zhang Zhen and Sun Wei also opened their eyes wide and were stunned!

Just at this time, the door of the house opened, and a servant in green clothes hurriedly walked in.

"Master, it's not good! I'm sick again! This time it's even more serious. You should go back quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt warm all over his body, as if he was soaking in a hot spring! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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