Inner Demons

After the sound of horseshoes was gone, Li Yunxin leaped onto the branch and looked far away.

But seeing the black horse carrying two people rushing along the long street, a few fast horses soon came from a distance. Knight was pretending to be a catcher and should be tracking them.

But looking at the speed, it is far behind the dark horse, and should not be able to catch up. That should definitely be a first-class expert skill. Although Li Yunxin is unable to withstand a single blow in front of Li Yunxin’s spirit strength infused with his body, he can get his inner strength and rush out of the city gate, but it is nothing difficult ——

Meng Og should be safe.

Li Yunxin didn’t know why the mental disorder took Meng Og away, but it seemed innocent.

I thought it was a paranoid, but turned out to be quite flexible-no wonder. It’s just paranoia, and probably won’t live now.

He let him go, in fact, for a single thought, or fun.

It’s like planting an interesting seed casually. I want to see what it will look like in the end.

He looked at it for a while, then turned around and saw a person at the door of the Dragon King Temple.

So he jumped off the treetop, told the cat demon a few words, and walked out through the small door behind Qiao Family.

When I went out, I smelled the peculiar smell after setting off firecrackers, red paper scraps all over the place.

Yin Pingzhi stood at the door, pressing his waist knife, and was talking with several women. There were also a few idle men nearby, but they were timidly afraid to talk, but they were reluctant to leave. It seems that I really want to be around a great character like Yin Constable, and say that it’s hard to get some cheap work someday.

Liu Lao stood on one side with his beard restrained, all the irritation on his face was gone, his face was full of red light, and he seemed to have temporarily forgotten the worries of last night.

I want to come too-Constable came to speak personally, the crime must be thoroughly cleaned up.

In the future, the “Constable worshipped specially” Dragon King Temple, the incense will inevitably be more prosperous-the incense money will naturally be more.

Li Yunxin walked past the crowd, and entered the door as usual with expression like a truly inexistent Taoist boy, and went straight into the backyard. Sitting for a while at the stone table in the bamboo forest, Yin Constable and Lao Dao also came in.

In just one night, Yin Constable seems to have figured out something. Goodbye Li Yunxin, all arrogance or suspicion or fear is gone. Instead, it seems to say hello to the people of the same generation who have been with you for a long time, walking and arching hands: “You are really a good method. I want that Meng Yu’s command and I will send it out— Why kill with fanfare?”

Li Yunxin observed Yin Pingzhi’s expression with interest and lowered his eyes: “Black blade is not mine. Where do I have such a great Divine Ability.”

This truth sounds true to Yin Pingzhi. Usually, a young man thinks that Yin Pingzhi thinks so. But this one said so…

He really couldn’t believe it.

The topic was changed: “You said yes. But there is a good thing today. Both of you are painters—have never heard of “Fisherman Fishing Old Man”?”

Li Yunxin’s finger moved slightly.

Just kidding, of course I have heard of it.

This painting is very famous in the world. The existing overwhelming majority precious paintings are all made by the ancient Danqing Taoist priests, or by those Danqing Taoists enshrined by Dongtian Sect.

But this “Picture of a Fisherman and an Old Man” was made by a Jinghua painter.

Naturally, the secular huajing painter can’t compare with the Danqing Taoist who came from the science class. But this does not prevent some advanced painters in the secular world from occasionally getting inspiration to make extremely excellent paintings.

For example, the painter has the dao name and the eyebrow. Previously, he was the royal painter of the Imperial Family. After enjoying the high position and great wealth, she returns to her hometown and enjoys teaching preaching.

On a certain spring day when it was drizzling, the old painter was fishing on the river in a boat with a leaf in his clothes and drank some wine. When I thought about my life and the current situation, I felt “no regrets in life, nothing more to ask for”.

So after returning home that day, he made this “Picture of Fishermen Fishing Old Man.”

It is said that the painting is 10%, and the room is full of splendor-it is a treasure.

It is not only a treasure for the layman, but also a treasure for the cultivator-it can be used to understand the Heart Tribulation.

This eyebrow has made the most proud work of his life. No regrets, it should have been faster. It’s a pity that I drank wine that day, and got caught in the rain again. I felt cold when I got home. The condition is getting worse, and soon breathe one’s last.

But this painting was passed down after all.

When Liu Laodao heard about this painting, he raised his brows, and his excitement showed one’s feelings in one’s speech: “Naturally I have heard of it-the masterpiece of the master eyebrow?!”

“Exactly.” Yin Pingzhi said with a smile, “Master Daomei has a back. Right now his grandson…well, also a painter, said to be a great painter of artistic conception, came to Weicheng. I brought the “Picture of Fishermen Fishing Old Man”.”

“That…is…Master Pei Juezi?” Old Liu said this, and looked at Li Yunxin subconsciously.

He knows that Li Yunxin has magical powers and is very powerful in some ways. However, while painting the Dao, although the old Dao also knows that Brother Xin is more brilliant than himself, he does not know how much brilliant he can get.

Because the Shui Yunjin that Li Yunxin passed to him is mainly from the tempering Divine Soul and body.

Li Yunxin didn’t say it, so he didn’t know about it-he now cultivation is the most authentic and core method of Tianxin Fa-rectification. He is so veteran, and he is indeed a serious cultivator, not a secular wild Taoist priest.

But here in Liu Lao Dao…

He has never seen the Daoist priests of Dongtian and Sect.

He doesn’t even know their existence.

In his cognition, painters are just these painters in the world. According to the realm of Taoism and Sword Sect, it is also divided into five realms from high to low: “Xuanzhen transforms imaginary meaning”. However, the five realms of the painter are absolutely incomparable to the five realms of the serious cultivator.

At least in this “world under heaven”, there has never been a painter above the transitional realm-in Liu Laodao’s mind, that is probably indeed impossible.

But at this point, he was right.

The secular painter, there is no guide, even if Tianzong genius has cultivated to the state of transformation, but he does not know that there is still the search for the “Dao Xin”, how can he break into the real state?

So at this moment, Liu Lao Dao doesn’t know how Xin Ge’er compares with that Dao Mei Zi master’s grandson Pei Juezi. Although he was more unconvinced in his heart, he still couldn’t help but feel that Brother Xin…

He should be inferior to him.

The grandson of the Imperial Family painter, experienced and knowledgeable since childhood. The famous paintings in the family are not counted… How can Brother Xin compare even if he is born in the Aristocratic Family?

Lao Liu couldn’t help but worry. He knows that Li Yunxin is a proud and arrogant-this is what Yin Pingzhi said. It is inevitable that Brother Xin will annoy him…

But I saw Li Yunxin and laughed: “Oh? Yin My husband came here today to talk about this? What’s the matter, the master Pei Juezi came out to travel the world to gain knowledge, and he happened to come to Weicheng. He is going to have an appraisal meeting?”