Dao Fruit

Deep underground, in the mud, there are two figures that are gathering and dispersing. They are controlling the filthy air, trying to wait for an opportunity to counterattack, but suddenly a billowing wave of people's wishes comes from above, directly pressing on the two to drive away the filthy air!

"This person can actually mobilize the will of the people! He wants to suppress you and me!"

As soon as this thought came to an end, a popping sound suddenly sounded not far away, and then several jets of black water seeped out, turned into a water column, and charged towards the two figures!

"Not good! Someone attacked!"

Being impacted by the water column, the two minds screamed, and then the two figures ran away to avoid the impact of the water column.

"I didn't expect that you and I would be discovered even if we were hiding here!"

The two figures changed individually, and one of them exploded, shooting out copper coins one after another, like a goddess scattering flowers. This copper coin seemed solid, but in fact it was illusory. It was swimming in the mud and rushing towards the dark water!

The other one turned into a ball of air, exuding the smell of blood, and also rushed towards the dark water flow!

At this time, the water flow gathered together and condensed into a man, covered in darkness and poisonous energy surging throughout his body. He did not retreat but moved forward. He flicked his arms, sending out droplets of pitch-black water to meet the copper coins.

"Huh? He is a person who has condensed elixirs, and is full of poison! Unfortunately, facing us, even the gods of Yuan Ning City will also suffer from hatred. What can you, a flesh and blood monk, do?"

In the mockery of two thoughts, the dense water droplets collided with the copper coins. Suddenly, the copper coins shattered, the water droplets evaporated, the crisp sound and the sound of transpiration intertwined, and the mist spread in the soil.

Then, the fishy wind rushed over and enveloped the dark person. The power of absorption broke out in the wind, forcibly peeling off and absorbing the person's thoughts from the pores!

This person's thoughts were equally dark and full of poison, but they had no effect on the fishy wind. They were swept along by the air currents and disintegrated in the wind. Turn into pure thoughts and merge into the wind.

The next moment, the wind became stronger, exuding a cold, cold, and ghostly atmosphere, infecting the surroundings like a ghostly realm.

On the other hand, the loss of thoughts seemed to have no effect on the man. He faced the wind and said, "Who are we? They turned out to be two wild ghosts. You ghosts turned into fishy wind. You can absorb thoughts, but you You came to absorb my thoughts, but you made the wrong decision!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of shadow emerged from the person's pores and merged into the wind!

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

"Inner Demon! How is it possible that you can control the inner demon?" Xingfeng screamed. It condensed into a ghost shadow, gathering and dispersing uncertainly, and it was full of ghost energy.

Wind-eating ghost.

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

After hearing this, the man smiled coldly: "Exactly the opposite of what you said!"

"What do you mean?" Just when the wind-eating ghost was surprised, the inner demons traveling inside suddenly gathered together. A thought came out, making the ghost startled.

The dark man was shaken, and venom and blood burst out. The blood essence exploded like water, twisted into one, and rushed towards another figure!

boom!

Qi and blood are like pillars, heat is surging, poisonous mist surges, approaching another figure, the heat wave attacks, making it scream, and the figure gradually becomes clear——

This is also a ghost, with gleaming gold inside and filled with copper plates. It smells bad and emits a series of emotional fluctuations of hunger, greed, and money-seeking.

Hungry ghost without money.

Then, the hot blood roared out, and a few drops of it fell on the ghost. The ghost was suddenly covered in smoke and screamed repeatedly.

The warm blood of a warrior contains yang energy, which is like a poison to ghosts.

For a moment, the inner demons and hot blood restrained the two ghosts, making it difficult for him to take care of them. The foul energy gathered in Zhang's mansion lost control and slowly dispersed.

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

"It was two ghosts who caused all this? They don't seem to have strong combat power. How did the Shinto in this city fall? And they dared to take action against the government, which is tantamount to touching the fate of the court and the dragon veins of the country. Where did this come from? courage?"

As soon as he thought of this, there was an immediate reaction from the deity himself. Divine power and incense thoughts came from far away. The whole Yuanning City faintly shook. Divine power rolled in the stoves of every household, overflowing and seeping into the ground. Gather towards the place where the fierce battle is taking place!

Normal people would naturally not be able to notice this change, but those with some magical powers in the city reacted immediately!

For a time, there were strange movements everywhere in the city.

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

"Sir, please take a seat. I have been neglectful a lot before, so please don't take it to heart."

Mr. 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 members of the Zhang family before, but the wealthy and well-known lords in Yuanning City.

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

But at this moment, the old man who had just recovered from his illness had a smile on his face, a bit of a pleaser, and his eyes were focused on one person——

Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan was pulled by Master Zhang and insisted on letting him sit at the top. After several attempts to refuse, Qiu Yan had no choice but to sit down.

When these people were in coma, they all had a feeling that their end was approaching. They vaguely felt the chaos in the house and among the people, and were disheartened. Unexpectedly, they took a turn of events, and warmth entered their hearts, evolving into various illusions, and finally dispelled the thoughts in their hearts. The coldness made them wake up again, feeling sad and happy at the same time. 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 sir.

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

"Even if you are only awake for a moment, it doesn't matter. At least you have time to arrange funeral arrangements. This incident has exposed many hidden dangers and we cannot turn a blind eye." Mr. Zhang and others shook their heads, "However, when I wake up this time, there will be The evil spirit and coldness in my body have all been swept away. My body has become much stronger and stronger, and I still feel as light as a swallow. I feel more comfortable than before I got sick..."

Everyone was talking casually, and suddenly, a broad and fat businessman said: "By the way, Mr. Qiu, what are you going to do with this calligraphy of yours?"

As soon as he said this, the whole hall suddenly fell silent.

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

A long poem written in Chinese characters called "Bed Sick".

In addition to its ability to ward off and suppress evil, this calligraphy also has a sense of beauty. Even people who are not good at pen and ink can still gain inspiration from it. Moreover, the poem above also resonates with everyone's hearts and has a lot of meaning. attraction.

What's more, there are also people here who love calligraphy. They see that this kind of calligraphy, which contains flesh and blood, is a brand-new attempt. It is highly ornamental and may lead a trend. Such copybooks are enough to spread. It will be extremely precious for future generations!

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

The calligraphy skills displayed by Qiu Yan obviously surpassed that of the young calligrapher. Otherwise, the other party would not have been able to sit silently. Therefore, people with quick minds immediately sensed the value in it.

"The value of the calligraphers' works before they became famous is not just the words and poems themselves! If passed down for several generations, it is likely to bring unimaginable wealth! What's more, asking for this calligraphy can also take the opportunity to give money and make friends. Qiu Yan."

Although they have different thoughts, everyone is determined to win the word and are waiting for Qiu Yan's answer.

But he didn't expect Qiu Yan to hear it, and he just said nonchalantly: "Although I wrote this calligraphy, it was entrusted by a friend, so it was naturally given to Zhang Mansion."

"What!"

This fluttering sentence caused the expressions of everyone present to change suddenly, and some people screamed subconsciously.

In sharp contrast, Mr. Zhang's expression of surprise was apparent. He first glanced at Zhang Zhen, who was sitting by the door, with a look of relief in his eyes. Then he quickly stood up, cupped his fists and thanked Qiu Yan: "Thank you, sir, for your generous gift. This calligraphy can ward off evil spirits in the house, and the calligraphy and poems are excellent. It can be an heirloom of my Zhang family! Please sign it, sir!"

His words were not polite, they came from the bottom of his heart. The discerning Mr. Zhang naturally knew the value of this calligraphy and Qiu Yan's own. Once such a calligraphy was signed by Qiu Yan, he would definitely have it framed and collected for family heirlooms.

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

"Brother Zhang, aren't you interested in that shop in the north of the city? If you agree to exchange this word..."

"Uncle Zhang, our families have been friends for generations. Our ancestors took the imperial examination together..."

Seeing that their plan failed, everyone seemed to be a little embarrassed. They didn't care about the city and expressed their stance directly, for fear of falling behind others.

The solemn lobby suddenly became noisy.

Mr. Zhang shook his head: "Everyone, don't think that I, Zhang Yunling, am just trying to raise the price. This painting of calligraphy will really not be sold..."

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

Compared with the previous scene, although he was still sitting here, occasionally people would come over to talk to him politely, but there was not much respect in his words. The change was obvious, and he felt like he was being left out.

Now listening to others praising Qiu Yan's words made him feel even more burning on his face and depressed in his heart.

"This is how things in the world are like knives, and human relationships are cold and warm. If I hadn't held the title of young scholar and a descendant of the Guanzhong family, I'm afraid these stinky people wouldn't have let me sit here, and I would have been kicked out long ago! He is indeed a businessman. Profit-seeking but meaningless, a bunch of losers!"

As he thought about it, his eyes fell on Qiu Yan, his eyes complex, filled with jealousy, unwillingness, awe and admiration.

Just as the lobby was buzzing with people, suddenly, a young man in green clothes ran out from outside. Before entering the room, he said hurriedly: "Master, master, the prefect is here!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, The novel is better and updated faster!

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