I Joined the Chat Group and Was Treated As an Expert

I joined the chat group and was regarded as an expert Author: Buddha in troubled times

Traveling to a world where spiritual energy is revived and demons and monsters are rampant, but cannot practice cultivation, Ye Feng can only be an ordinary person, writing and drawing every day to cultivate his sentiments.

As a result, I was pulled into a chat full of secondary diseases

Chapter [-] Lao Jun carries his sword to save the people

　　In the evening, the setting sun is like fire, and the sun shines like broken gold.

　　On the pure white rice paper, the last sharp stroke of the brush fell, and a picture scroll showing the vicissitudes of life leaped out.

　　Clouds and mists surround the mountains, and the ancient trees are lush.

　　At the foot of the deep and secluded mountain, the originally peaceful town was shrouded in darkness, and terrifying evil spirits were hunting for food, and the world was like a prison.

　　The mountain road is rough.

　　An old Taoist priest in a worn Taoist robe was walking out of the Taoist temple with white hair and murderous eyes.

　　Ye Feng took a few steps back and stared at the "Lao Jun Carrying the Sword", which was completed in a day. After a long silence, he let out a long sigh.

　　Laojun carries his sword to save the people!

　　This is a kind of good sustenance in his heart.

　　There is also resentment.

　　Nowadays, demons are rampant, evil spirits are everywhere, and all kinds of bizarre death cases can be seen every day.

　　Although there are aliens among human beings who can compete with monsters and ghosts, the number is still too rare, and it is difficult to take into account the life and death of everyone.

　　"When is the end?"

　　Ye Feng shook his head, took his own seal on the side, and stamped it on the picture of Lao Jun carrying the sword.

　　If this painting was placed in a previous life, it would be enough to cause a sensation and shock the world, but in this turbulent world, it is just a piece of waste paper.

　　Yes.

　　Ye Feng is a traveler and has been in this world for [-] years.

　　When he first came here, he thought it was a technological world similar to the earth, because there were tall buildings and mobile computers.

　　But when he saw the news of a Specter murder, the whole person was stunned.

　　This is simply the supernatural world!

　　Gradually, Ye Feng knew that there were aliens in this world.

　　Either they are born with a certain ability, or they are acquired through practice. There is no absolute distinction between strength and weakness. It all depends on personal aptitude.

　　There are only a few qualified human beings, and there may not be one in [-] people!

　　And Ye Feng belongs to the majority.

　　"I should be the most miserable transmigrator..."

　　Ye Feng laughed at himself.

　　[You have completed a "handed down painting", experience value +1000]

　　The dull system prompts echoed in his mind, Ye Feng habitually called up the system panel, and glanced casually.

　　[Host: Ye Feng]

　　【Age: 18】

　　【Repair: None】

　　[Skills: Qin art (skills close to Dao), chess (skills close to Dao), calligraphy (skills close to Dao), painting (skills close to Dao), tea art (skills close to Dao), wine art (skills close to Dao), flower art (The skill is close to the Tao), the fishing art (the skill is close to the Tao), the craftsmanship...]

　　There is a long string, and there is no head at all.

　　The classification of skills is very simple, from low to high, they are:

　　The first glimpse of the door, small achievements, entry into the room, practice makes perfect, consummate, unfathomable, superb, transcendental, return to the basics, skills are close to Tao!

　　And Ye Feng has basically reached the level of "technical approach".

　　In the past [-] years, no matter what Ye Feng did, he would get experience points, but it was an improvement in a certain skill.

　　He was too lazy to count how many skills he knew.

　　It's useless anyway!

　　In this world where monsters and monsters are rampant, who knows when they will die inexplicably?

　　This system is like chicken ribs.

　　Ye Feng also looked at it, opened a calligraphy and painting shop to live, and lived a day for a day. After hundreds or thousands of years, the demons will be cleaned up. Maybe these masterpieces of his handed down will be discovered. The name remains in history.

　　Carefully mount the "Lao Jun Carrying Sword" that has just been drawn, and hang it on the wall in the center of the storefront.

　　Ye Feng looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

　　"Daojun, Daojun, I hope you bring me some good luck, all monsters and monsters are scared away by you..."

　　This painting was his painstaking work, and it took him three days to complete. You must know that in the past, it only took him a few hours at most.

　　And "Lao Jun Carrying the Sword" is not only the pinnacle of painting skills, but also mixed with calligraphy, swordsmanship, etc., which is close to Taoism, and pinned on Ye Feng's desire to sword and sway demons. It can be said to be a masterpiece!

　　There are few customers in the shop.

　　It would be nice to open once a month.

　　Ye Feng himself used a flowerpot to grow some vegetables in the house. He pulled out a few garlic sprouts, boiled them in hot oil, poured them into boiling water, and then boiled a bag of vermicelli.

　　This is his dinner.

　　While eating some noodles, Ye Feng turned on his phone and read the news.

　　"The supernatural bus of No. 375 in Kyoto showed up late at night, and the three aliens joined forces to explore and disappeared, and it was officially classified as a B-level disaster!"

　　"Yesterday, Sakura Nation was attacked by sea beasts, killing hundreds of thousands of people tragically. Officials used missiles to defend against them. In the end, the sea beasts were injured and escaped, and they were classified as SS-level disasters!"

　　"Yude Middle School encountered a serious ghost, and only three of the [-] teachers and students in the school survived. It was classified as a B-level disaster!"

　　Ye Feng frowned frequently.

　　Disaster events are the federal government's classification of various disaster events, which are divided into:

　　Class D, Class C, Class B, Class A, Class S, Class SS, Class SSS!

　　At present, the SSS-level disaster event is just a concept, and it has not really appeared. Five years ago, an SS-level disaster occurred in Asan Kingdom, resulting in the loss of millions of lives, and no details have been announced so far.

　　It is worth mentioning that.

　　The classification of disaster grades is not based on the level of terror at the source, but the number of deaths caused by disasters!

　　For example, the phantom bus No. 375 is actually very terrifying. So far, there have been no cases of surviving. However, since it appeared very rarely and not many people died, the disaster level is not high.

　　This time, it was classified as B-level because three aliens were missing.

　　"Yude Middle School..."

　　Ye Feng is most concerned about this incident.

　　According to the news, this Yude Middle School is in the city where he is located, only about 20 kilometers away from his shop!

　　"Would you like to run away?"

　　The corners of Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly.

　　After thinking for a moment, he dismissed the idea.

　　Because there are not many safe places in the world now, although the supernatural incident in Yude Middle School is terrifying, the degree of disaster is not too high, and it may be solved by foreigners soon!

　　"Ding dong..."

　　At this time, the mobile phone Penguin suddenly popped up a message.

　　"Zhutian Exchange Group invites you to join..."

Chapter [-] All Heavens Exchange Group

　　Zhutian exchange group?

　　The corners of Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and he just wanted to refuse.

　　But just after putting his finger on it, he hesitated for two seconds before choosing to agree.

　　Although the name of this group seems to be in the middle of the second year, Ye Feng has nothing to do on weekdays, and his free time is about to grow hair. It is not bad for someone to chat.

　　"If the group is full of idiots, it's a big deal to retreat."

　　Ye Feng thought to himself.

　　It is worth mentioning that this world has all kinds of comics and novels that he has read in his previous life, but they are all products of more than [-] years ago.

　　And the recovery of spiritual energy and the rampant demons started from that time.

　　The literary works left over from the old times are ordinary people who may face death at any time, and there are very few recreational activities available for recreation.

　　How lonely is Wudi: "A newcomer? Welcome!"

　　The arrogant girl of the sky: "Old rules, newcomers take photos first!"

　　Ordinary man: "Break out photos!"

　　Dawei Tianlong: "Amitabha, welcome newcomers! The little monk just caught an [-]-year-old ginseng essence, which donor wants it? [picture]"

　　Ye Feng clicked on the picture and looked at it, and found that it was a three-meter-long large carrot.

　　Real ginseng can't be that big!

　　Wudi is so lonely: "I want it! What Buddhist classics do you want, I'll grab it!"

　　I am really a Tai Chi master: "God has the virtue of good life! Eight hundred years of ginseng essence is not easy to practice, so why doesn't the master let it go?"

　　Dawei Tianlong: "Zhang Zhenren, this monster killed a villager."

　　I am really a Tai Chi master: "That's all right!"