I Joined the Chat Group and Was Treated As an Expert

　　"Boss, here it is."

　　Li Mo staggered out of a position.

　　Yin Luo was about to walk over, when suddenly his eyes swept over the "Lao Jun Carrying Sword" hanging in front of the hall.

　　He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes subconsciously swept across the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. In an instant, the whole person was struck by lightning and stood still.

Chapter [-] This Yin Gong's cultivation is really good...

　　Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, flowers, birds, insects and fish...

　　A series of calligraphy and paintings with Taoist rhyme flashed like a slideshow in Wu Zhongtian's eyes.

　　Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he suddenly woke up and turned around.

　　When he looked back, there was only deep horror on his face.

　　"All over the Dao Marks!"

　　A small calligraphy and painting shop was actually filled with all kinds of Dao marks.

　　I was worried about the "red raincoat" just now, but I didn't notice it for a while. When I looked closely at the paintings and calligraphy hanging in the house, Wu Zhongcai deeply felt what terror was!

　　"What a joke, such a place, what kind of evil thing without eyes dares to come!?"

　　Wu Zhongtian's heart was twitching.

　　If he hadn't woken up in time just now, the Dao Marks intertwined in the room would be enough to make him collapse directly.

　　Of course, it's not his fault.

　　Who knew that every painting and every word in this room has a rhyme that circulates?

　　All kinds of Dao Marks got into my mind at the same time, it was like forcibly putting an entire ocean into a cup. The result was not to burst the cup, but to sink the cup in the depths of the ocean, and even a splash of water could not be raised. !

　　"Low strength also has the advantage of being low."

　　Wu Zhongtian glanced at the two subordinates next to him.

　　As the gongs, they couldn't see how terrifying these calligraphy and paintings were, otherwise they would be half-crippled even if they didn't die at the moment.

　　Take a deep breath.

　　Yinluo Wu Zhongtian glanced at the "Lao Jun Carrying Sword" hanging in the hall, then quickly retracted his gaze, looked at Ye Feng tentatively and said, "The paintings in this room...you painted them?"

　　"it's me."

　　Ye Feng was absent-minded and did not pay attention to the honorific words in the other party's words.

　　Wu Zhongtian's eyes jumped.

　　Naturally, he would not judge people by their appearance. Although the man in front of him looked very young, he had an extraordinary temperament.

　　As Yin Gong, he is already qualified to access some secrets.

　　In fact.

　　The recovery of spiritual energy did not start twenty years ago. A hundred years ago, something similar happened, but only in a very small area.

　　"I don't know your name sir?"

　　Wu Zhong asked cautiously.

　　"Your surname is Ye."

　　What level is the silver gong?

　　If you change to the previous life, that is the boss who is solely responsible for the security of the entire city!

　　The dignified silver gong has such a good attitude...

　　Ye Feng has been writing and painting for many years, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, but he is not surprised, but he is still a little nervous in his heart.

　　"Mr. Ye..."

　　Wu Zhongtian wanted to say something, but Li Mo, who was standing next to the gong, couldn't help shouting, "Boss, would you like to take a look first?"

　　heard.

　　Wu Zhongtian glanced at Ye Feng hesitantly. Seeing that he did not show any unpleasant emotions, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Ye, excuse me."

　　The cultivation of this silver gong is really good...

　　Ye Feng thought to himself.

　　It seems that the rumors on the Internet are not true!

　　He often sees people complaining and beating Geng who are very bad-tempered and extremely poor in quality, but the three he encountered today were all friendly.

　　In particular, this silver gong is simply too high-quality!

　　Wu Zhongtian walked to the wooden frame, stared at the palm of the spectacles gong, narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded and said, "The blood raindrops are indeed the remnants of the ghost power of the 'red raincoat', where did you find them?"

　　He was rather strange.

　　In terms of the dense rhythm in this room, the red raincoat can never be here!

　　Any calligraphy and painting can make it disappear in form and spirit.

　　"This is it."

　　The spectacled gong pointed to the wood carving on the wooden frame, "I was playing with it just now, and suddenly I felt something was wrong. I spread out my hand and saw this drop of blood and rain."

　　"This is... a Pixiu?"

　　Wu Zhongtian looked at the wood carving, and his mind was suddenly shocked.

　　In a trance, he saw an incomparably huge Pixiu shaking its head and waving its tail, roaring at him, but with a shake of his head, it disappeared again.

　　"I see!"

　　Wu Zhongtian suddenly realized.

　　What is Pixiu?

　　The auspicious beasts in myths and legends are also known as "ward off evil spirits". In addition to their well-known wealth, their real power lies in suppressing evil spirits!

　　He had probably guessed what happened.

　　It's nothing more than that Specter, code-named "Red Raincoat", has no long eyes, and broke into this seemingly ordinary shop, only to be killed by this wood-carved Pixiu!

　　Ordinary Pixiu sculptures can only be used for viewing.

　　But this wood carving was obviously carved by Mr. Ye himself, giving it the shape of Taoism.

　　Although it is not a real Pixiu, it has the ability to "ward off evil spirits"!

　　"It turned out to be such a result..."

　　Wu Zhongtian was a little speechless, and the specter "Red Raincoat", who made many Yin Gongs headaches, died in such an inexplicable way, and his soul was scattered!

　　I'm afraid it didn't even think that it would be planted in such a small shop.

　　Wu Zhongtian glanced at the other sculptures on the wooden frame.

　　Although he didn't dare to look at it, he could still see that among the many sculptures, the Pixiu woodcarving was of a relatively "inferior quality"!

　　One of them was a jade sculpture, and he almost vomited blood just by glancing at it.

　　"A 'Pixiu' carved by hand can easily kill the 'Red Raincoat'. Mr. Ye's strength is beyond speculation..." Wu Zhongtian was stunned and excited.

　　In his jurisdiction, there is such a hermit master!

　　Forcibly suppress the excitement.

　　Wu Zhongtian tried his best to make his expression more natural.

　　Since this Mr. Ye is hiding here, it shows that he is not very willing to show his face, and as a silver gong, he belongs to the special department of the country, so he must behave better, otherwise he will make the other party unhappy, and there is no guarantee that something will happen!

　　Many of these long-lived old monsters are eccentric.

　　In the puzzled eyes of the two subordinates.

　　Wu Zhongtian walked to Ye Feng's side, squeezed out a smile and said, "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late."

　　"It's nothing."

　　Ye Feng has become accustomed to the excellent quality of this silver gong, "but that red raincoat..."

　　"Don't worry, Mr. Ye, I understand!"

　　Wu Zhongtian thought that Ye Feng didn't want people to know how the red raincoat died, and immediately smiled and said, "The red raincoat will never appear again in the future, and the archives will also remove it!"

　　What do you understand?

　　Ye Feng was a little puzzled, but when he heard the other party said that the red raincoat would not appear again, he felt relieved.

　　It has been wiped out!

　　Look, the silver gong is a silver gong in the end, it is extraordinary, and the shot is a thunderclap.

Chapter [-] Mr. Ye, just call me Xiao Wu!

　　"Trouble the three of you."

　　Ye Feng looked at the time, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, when the yin was at its peak.

　　However, there is a silver gong and two bronze gongs here, and he has never felt more at ease. Under this situation, it is impossible for a Specter to come to die!

　　"You're welcome, Mr. Ye!"

　　Wu Zhongtian was frightened and waved his hands again and again.

　　Although this Mr. Ye looked like an ordinary person in addition to his extraordinary temperament, if he really regarded him as an ordinary person, it would be pure cerebral palsy!

　　It is comfortable to talk to high-quality people.

　　Ye Feng smiled.

　　Anyway, it was impossible to sleep tonight, so he decided to keep the three fighters to ensure the safety of the night: "I haven't asked you what to call it?"

　　"Wu Zhongtian, Kou Tian Wu, Zhongtian like the sun! Mr. Ye, you can just call me Xiao Wu."

　　Wu Zhongtian was overjoyed and hurriedly reported his name.