I Joined the Chat Group and Was Treated As an Expert

　　"Speaking of which... Xiaoyan, how do you know there is a hidden master here?"

　　"Just looking at the plaque hanging outside the door, there is an unfathomable sword meaning hidden in it. If someone who specializes in swordsmanship observes it carefully, it is impossible to realize a peerless swordsmanship!"

　　The old man's tone was amazed.

　　"I saw it in a chat group." Su Xiaoyan blinked and said "the truth".

　　"If you can draw this guy into the Su clan..." the old man suddenly said.

　　"Don't!"

　　Su Xiaoyan hurriedly interrupted him, her little face turned serious, "Grandpa Lin, this senior lives in seclusion precisely because he doesn't want to get involved in Hongchen's affairs. As long as such a person can make a good relationship, it's a blessing!"

　　"Yeah, I'm confused."

　　The old man came to his senses and never mentioned the matter of winning.

　　……

　　In the store.

　　Ye Feng pointed to the "Lao Jun Carrying Sword" hanging on the wall, and said in a low voice, "How does the master look at this painting?"

　　Xuan Ku looked up.

　　Naturally, he had noticed the painting long ago.

　　In terms of level, there are not many on the surrounding walls that are comparable to this painting.

　　But this painting alone seems to have a different rhyme from other paintings.

　　At a glance.

　　A feeling of resentment and sympathy arises spontaneously, and there is an unpleasant urge to arouse the emotions of the spectators!

　　He pondered for a moment.

　　Xuan Ku said slowly:

　　"If the little monk is not mistaken, what this painting wants to express is the donor's compassion for the world and his determination to cleanse the demons, but he doesn't know why he hides it, seems to have scruples?"

　　"Well said."

　　Ye Feng nodded slightly, "This painting is called "Lao Jun Carrying a Sword", and if you look more closely, you may be able to see that this painting is actually a sentence."

　　A word?

　　As soon as these words came out, everyone subconsciously looked at the picture of Lao Jun carrying the sword and observed it carefully.

　　After a while.

　　Yu Huang's beautiful eyes lit up, and she blurted out: "Lao Jun carries his sword to save the common people! The strong ink color of each brushstroke in the painting constitutes these seven characters."

　　Everyone was stunned, and re-watched according to her analysis.

　　Soon, they also saw clues.

　　This painting goes from top to bottom, and the color of the ink varies from dark to dark, and the thicker part of it, which can be distinguished individually, is the stroke of each character in "Lao Jun carries his sword to save the common people", which contains the sword intent of soaring to the sky!

　　But on the whole, it is a complete painting.

　　In "The Picture of Laojun Carrying a Sword", the real sword in it is not the sword that the old Taoist is carrying on his back.

　　But these seven words written by the true meaning of kendo!

　　"The benefactor is talented!"

　　Xuan Ku put his hands together and bowed.

　　At the same time, he took a deep look at Yu Huang.

　　in the field.

　　Apart from this senior, it stands to reason that he and Jin Luo Yang Li have the highest cultivation level, but it turned out that the first person to see the deep meaning in the painting was this [-]-year-old woman!

　　"This woman is definitely not simple." Xuan Kui secretly said in his heart.

　　"The old man carries his sword to save the people, which is actually the second half of the sentence."

　　Ye Feng's face was calm, and he turned around and went into the room to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and put it on the table, "The first half of the sentence is related to Buddhism, but I have never drawn it."

　　heard.

　　Xuan Ku's face showed surprise.

　　What does this senior mean to paint a peerless painting that is comparable to "Lao Jun Carrying a Sword"?

　　"Amitabha, thank you Lord!"

　　Xuan Ku folded his hands together, and the wrinkles on his smiling face stretched.

　　Ye Feng ignored him, brushed up on his own, and spread out the rice paper.

　　Yu Huang came quietly, studied ink for him, and said, "Are you really going to paint a picture for this old bald donkey?"

　　"Be quiet."

　　Ye Feng said calmly.

　　He held a writing brush, his eyes were slightly closed, he stood quietly for a few seconds, suddenly opened his eyes, and the pen moved the dragon and snake, and the rice paper was immediately soaked in large areas of ink.

　　He opened and closed, as if he was not painting a picture, but was wielding a knife to cut the mess!

　　In a trance.

　　Everyone seemed to see a peerless swordsman dancing wildly in anger, his sharp sword light tearing apart the blue sky.

　　"This is... sword intent!"

　　Jin Gong Yang Li's face was full of excitement.

　　He stared at Ye Feng's waving posture, and could see the paths of the avenues flowing. The brush in his hand was like a celestial saber, performing a peerless saber technique!

　　Yang Li was fascinated, only a figure wielding a knife remained in his eyes.

　　"Chong"

　　The scabbard sounded.

　　The big sword that Yang Li was carrying behind his back was driven by the sword intent, and he unsheathed it on his own, vibrating buzzingly, as if he was bowing his head.

　　"What a domineering sword intent!"

　　Xuan Ku sucked in a breath of cold air, and there was a tingling sensation on the skin all over his body, but he was a little puzzled, "But, what does this have to do with my Buddhism?"

　　At this moment.

　　He finally saw something related to Buddhism.

　　It is a magnificent temple, located in the mountains, with carved beams and painted buildings, and it is magnificent, which is in stark contrast to the dilapidated Taoist temple in "Lao Jun Carrying a Sword"!

　　This is a usual expression technique in painting, and Xuan Ku didn't care about it.

　　The gate of the temple is half closed.

　　It can be seen that there is a monk behind the door, wearing a cassock, with a look of compassion, and one hand on the door.

　　"It seems the implication is similar."

　　Xuan thought bitterly.

　　In "Lao Jun Carrying a Sword", the old Taoist priest is going down the mountain to exorcise demons and is crossing the threshold of the gate, and the monk in this painting should be preparing to push the gate out.

　　Painting still continues.

　　Xuan Ku saw a group of people outside the temple gate, ragged and skinny, bowing to the temple.

　　"The monk opened the door to accept this group of people?"

　　Xuan Ku was thoughtful.

　　Immediately afterwards, a tiger was drawn.

　　Although it is a tiger, it sits cross-legged like a human. At first glance, the treasure is solemn, but his eyes are a little cold, staring at the people kneeling outside the temple gate.

　　Xuan Ku's eyes twitched.

　　After seeing this tiger, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

　　Only then did he realize to his surprise that the compassionate monk behind the door was not looking at the man kneeling outside, but the tiger sitting cross-legged beside the door!

　　The monk is not opening the door.

　　He is closing!

　　And at this time, the whole painting was already completed, Ye Feng made the last stroke, like a celestial saber, cutting across the world in the painting!

　　Ye Feng heaved a sigh of relief.

　　He took the seal on the side and stamped it heavily on it.

　　Draw it!

　　Aside, Yu Huang stared at this still-ink painting, swept it from top to bottom based on previous experience, and then softly read out the sentence written in thick ink.

　　"Bodhi in troubled times doesn't ask questions!"

Chapter [-] This knife will cut the road to Buddhism!

　　"boom"

　　Like a thunder blasting in his mind, Xuan Ku was dumbfounded.

　　Where is this painting for Buddhism?

　　It's clearly a heartbreaker!

　　Yu Huang's big eyes were full of brilliance, and she stared at Ye Feng, and said softly in her heart, "Bodhi in troubled times doesn't ask anything, Laojun carries his sword to save the people! Ye Feng, is this your intention?"

　　painting.

　　The temple is magnificent and the monks are neatly dressed, but there is a group of ragged people kowtowing outside the door.

　　A fierce tiger looks solemn and sits cross-legged beside the temple gate.

　　But its eyes are very cold, staring at the group of people, as if looking at a pile of food!