I Joined the Chat Group and Was Treated As an Expert

　　The arrogant girl of the sky: "I also want the ginseng essence of [-] years... Master, what do you want to know?"

　　The interior of the opulently decorated room.

　　Su Xiaoyan, an eighteen-year-old girl, was lying on the bed, with exquisite curves and bright red lips. She was dangling her small feet, and her big black jewel-like eyes were full of excitement.

　　"Eight hundred years of ginseng essence, if I eat it, it will be enough to make my cultivation go further!"

　　In a small shop filled with the fragrance of ink.

　　Looking at the chat in the group, Ye Feng couldn't help but put a smile on his lips, and said to himself, "These people are quite involved in the drama."

　　From the group nickname alone, he roughly analyzed the personality of the group friends.

　　How lonely is Wudi, an absolute megalomaniac!

　　The common man is a real person, the Dawei Tianlong Pure White Snake Legend has been read a lot, the arrogant girl is a narcissist, and as for me, I am a master of Tai Chi... In reality, I should be a person who has learned a little Tai Chi!

　　In fact.

　　Ye Feng also learned Tai Chi.

　　Even the attainments in Taijiquan are close to the Tao!

　　However, it is useless, he can't cultivate "spiritual power", he has only moves, but no lethality.

　　"These people are in a good mood."

　　Ye Feng touched his chin.

　　Now that demons are rampant, even aliens may face the danger of death at any time, and the people in the group play the roles in the novel, imagining that they are killing demons and exorcising demons...

　　It can be considered a joy in hardship!

　　Dawei Tianlong: "Sword Demon benefactor, I'm sorry. This time, the little monk wants to know something about the two blue and white snakes."

　　The proud girl of the sky: "Yeah!"

　　How lonely is Wudi: "Depressed, little girl, where did you know so many secrets..."

　　The arrogant girl of the sky: "Hee hee, in fact, I want the Dugu Nine Swords of Senior Sword Demon, or I will give you the ginseng essence, how about you pass on the Dugu Nine Swords to me?"

　　Wudi is so lonely: "Today's wind is very noisy~ Why doesn't the newcomer speak?"

　　Su Xiaoyan, who was lying on the bed, pouted.

　　Rejected again!

　　A month ago, this group suddenly appeared in Su Xiaoyan's mind. There are only four members in the group, but everyone's origins are incredible!

　　Invincible is so lonely, it is actually the sword demon who seeks defeat alone!

　　The characters that only existed in the novel actually appeared alive, which made Su Xiaoyan extremely excited.

　　The other three are not easy either.

　　Dawei Tianlong is Fahai in the Legend of the White Snake, ordinary people are called Zhang Zhiwei, the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and I am really the master of Tai Chi, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang!

　　In fact, Su Xiaoyan most wanted to get Fahai's Dharma.

　　After all, this person is a member of the Immortal Plane, but Fahai asks for a shave and does not accept female disciples!

　　"I don't know what the newcomer is?"

　　Su Xiaoyan leaned her chin, her big eyes flashed, looking at the nickname of the newcomer who had just joined the group, and muttered in her heart.

　　"'Artist'... With such a modern name, wouldn't it be the same as me?"

　　"Well, not necessarily. After all, ordinary man Zhang Zhiwei is also a modern person, but he is not in the same world as me, but a parallel universe..."

　　At this moment.

　　The new group friends sent a message.

　　Artist: "Hello everyone."

　　Su Xiaoyan's thoughts moved slightly, and a line of words popped up in the chat box: "Wow, the newcomer finally spoke, and it's a rule to take photos!"

　　"Breaking photos?"

　　Ye Feng thought about it for a while, and felt that it was okay to send a photo.

　　So he raised his phone, compared a scissor hand, clicked, only patted the upper body, and then clicked send.

　　"So soon?"

　　Su Xiaoyan was surprised for a moment, her eyes fell on the photo, the first thing she saw was a modern white shirt, and she secretly thought that it was true.

　　The second glance was Scissorhands, and the red lips couldn't help but twitch.

　　Before the words "old-fashioned" appeared in her mind, her eyes drifted to the fair face, her eyes stagnant, and her little heart suddenly beat a few times.

　　"very handsome……"

　　Su Xiaoyan murmured.

　　The person in the photo is wearing a clean shirt, spotless, with a smile on his face. He is not particularly handsome, but he has an extraordinary and unique temperament that makes people reluctant to look away.

　　Compared with Zhang Sanfeng, who is recognized as a fairy in the group, this newcomer has a more ethereal and ethereal spirit.

　　It gives the impression that he will become an immortal at any time, and does not exist in the vast and turbid world...

　　The group fell silent for a while.

　　Unlike Su Xiaoyan, the other four people in the group were also stunned.

　　But their main attention was not on Ye Feng, but on the wall behind him, the picture of "Lao Jun Carrying a Sword" that was accidentally photographed halfway!

The third chapter is half a painting, splitting the golden body of Buddha

　　Half of the painting, only the top half is exposed.

　　A solitary peak stands, shrouded in clouds and mist, old trees are coiled, and a small Taoist temple sits alone on the top of the mountain, abandoned and independent.

　　The old Taoist priest in a worn Taoist robe was carrying an ancient sword, full of murderous intent, and was stepping out of the gate.

　　This is an ink painting.

　　Apart from black and white, there are no other colors.

　　The sky in the painting has no sun, only thick dark clouds, which are heavy, giving people an inexplicable feeling of depression.

　　But only where the old Taoist stood, there was a setting sun...

　　No, that's not the setting sun.

　　It was a sword light that contained but did not emit, breaking the layers of dark clouds into a ray of light, as if to wash away the sky and the filth of the world!

　　"This painting, this painting..."

　　Wudang Mountain, among Taoist temples.

　　Zhang Sanfeng stared blankly at the half-picture that he had enlarged, his eyes seemed to be fixed on it, and he didn't move.

　　In a trance, he felt that he had become the person in the painting.

　　A great sadness filled his chest, the dark cloud was unbearable, Zhang Sanfeng felt like he was there, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, and the sword hanging on the wall flew into his hand.

　　"Almost, almost!"

　　Zhang Sanfeng held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, and was about to draw the sword out.

　　But he always felt that it was a little bit worse. There was no reason to draw the sword, because there was only half of the painting, and the other half was the reason why the old Taoist went down the mountain with his sword!

　　a long time.

　　Zhang Sanfeng put down the sword in his hand.

　　He didn't dare to draw this sword. If the drawing was not complete, the sword would have no target. This sword, which accumulated all the power in the body, would only hurt itself!

　　But Zhang Sanfeng also had a strange premonition.

　　If he can really draw this sword, he will step into a new realm that has never been reached in this life!

　　"Half! Why only half!?"

　　On a cliff, Dugu, dressed in black, went mad.

　　He was surrounded by sword energy, slicing the ground under his feet to pieces, and beside him was an extremely ugly eagle hiding far away, for fear of being affected.

　　"No, this painting, I have to see the full version!"

　　After a long while, Dugu Qiuqiu calmed down.

　　He has been obsessed with swords all his life, and in just [-] years, he has reached the state where no sword is better than having a sword. He is definitely an unprecedented genius!

　　But at the moment of seeing this half of "Lao Jun Carrying a Sword".

　　Dugu Qiufei found that he thought that the kendo that had come to an end had a turning point. The ancient sword on the old Taoist's back in the painting had a profound kendo that he had never seen before!

　　Dragon Tiger Mountain.

　　Tianshi Mansion.

　　The old Heavenly Master was enveloped in a golden light like a substance, surging like a tidal wave, causing the disciples of the entire Longhu Mountain to look at the top of the mountain in shock, thinking that a great enemy was coming.

　　"Brother?"

　　There was a slightly worried voice outside the door.

　　"I am fine."

　　The old master responded calmly, and the golden light on his body gradually disappeared.

　　Silence for a long time.

　　Only then did he sigh inwardly: "The ultimate kendo is perfectly integrated into the ultimate painting, and the existence of this painting is truly appalling...Unfortunately, it doesn't fit my way."

　　Just now, he did not intend to cast the golden light spell.

　　It was because the sword intent in the painting made his body feel a terrible crisis, and it spontaneously inspired it!

　　"All Heavens Exchange Group... All Heavens and Myriad Realms, there are so many unpredictable creatures, half a painting makes me unable to control myself, hey, there is no end to the Tao..."

　　in a temple.

　　Fa Hai's face was pale at this time, and his face was full of horror.