Inner Demons

The first drop of rain hit the wooden railing, making a halo of water.

The wind is strong. The gust of wind blew the veil out of hunting sounds—it was supposed to be the hall of Luo Yi Qingwu veiled tent, but at this moment, there was a murderous aura or two.

After a breath, the heavy rain fell crazily, and there was a lot of water vapor between Heaven and Earth.

In such a gale, flying yarn, and downpour, Ling Kongzi knelt and sat upright in front of the case, with a calm and soft expression on his face, without a trace of ups and downs in his clothes.

She said not to put the curtain, no one dared to put the curtain.

The strong wind rushed in through the window with raindrops, blowing everyone’s clothes through.

The momentum of this world, and then closing the imposing manner on this volley, almost everyone held their breath for a while. Some people even wonder if this rainstorm comes from this Fairy summon—the power of the fairy is not something mortals can guess.

After a few seconds passed after she said that, the steward next to Pei Juezi wiped cold sweat on his forehead and gently pulled the corner of his “master”.

I feel like I’m going crazy if I’m in charge tonight.

Since the Master doesn’t know if it’s scared, it’s not right all day.

It is reasonable to say that no matter how high his status in the world is, no matter how good his family is, he shouldn’t take Joe when facing the first disciple of the cave.

Is the Imperial Family’s status high?

The Imperial Family of the previous dynasty is said to have offended a cave expert, and lost the favor of Taoism and Sword Sect at the same time. So the Emperor Taizu of Daqing raised up the rebels and intervened in the former Imperial Family kill to the last one-no cultivator.

But now I am stupid from the Master. That volley Fairy has said twice to see the painting!

He still stands on the spot, and his eyes turn gu lu lu like before… I don’t know what he is thinking!

Until the man in charge pulled it again, and everyone was rushing him with their eyes, he just woke up from a dream and untied a cloth bag on his waist.

Then he unscrupulously pulled out the painting, walked to the volley table, put the painting on it, and took a few steps back like a puppet, and returned to the steward.

His series of actions really made everyone present start to sweat on their backs.

It was the first time they met Pei Juezi. They never thought that the expert who was about to take over as the great painter of the Imperial Family turned out to be such a genre and temperament.

The “uninhibited” and “innocent” temperament can be made with any of them present, but how dare you be like this with Volley Fairy? !

The cultivator is originally temperamental…

Speaking of the next moment, this volley will furiously kill this Juezi…No one will be surprised!

Fortunately… the white clothed Fairy didn’t seem to plan to do that.

She raised her head to look at Pei Juezi, her eyes stopped briefly on him, and then returned to the painting.

Then spread the picture scroll slowly on the table, still sitting intently, looking at the picture.

Everyone realized at this time…

There was no singing and dancing, no greetings, no etiquette—the Baohua Party had already begun.

Probably…this is what the cultivator does, right?

This is simple and straightforward.

The “Picture of a Fisherman and an Old Man” is a treasure, and the overwhelming majority present are rarely seen. Therefore, even if they are afraid of “profound mystery temperamental”, some people stretch their necks and want to look more closely.

The four painters can see some ways, but not enough. As for other ordinary persons, the only thing that can be seen is the painting and the feeling that the painting brings to them.

Lao Dao Liu stared in anxiously–because a group of people slowly surrounded the past, blocking the picture scroll. After a while, there will probably be someone holding the painting and giving the wild Taoist priests by the window “take a look” from a distance, but it’s obvious how it can compare to getting closer.

Li Yunxin smiled and patted his arm for a moment: “Look over there. You can be in those twelve seats, what are you afraid of.”

At this time, the person in front Covering the silhouette of Ling Kongzi, these wild Taoists by the window dared to speak in a low voice. Only then, in the wind and heavy rain, cowering to say hello to each other. Shi Kuizi hugged his shoulders and moved to Liu Lao Dao’s side: “Well, you have to see, come back and talk to us.”

When Li Yunxin spoke, Lao Dao hesitated, Shi Kuizi reminded him. He did not hesitate.

He got up, glanced at the Taoist people around him, trimmed his beard, and said: “Okay, go now, go now.”

No matter what you invited him Come, at least at this moment he feels that his face has risen in front of these colleagues. As soon as Liu Old Road left, Li Yunxin narrowed his smile and stared at Pei Juezi again.

He did come for “The Picture of the Fisherman and the Old Man”.

I saw something more interesting. Then Juezi… is not a human being.

I thought his expression was weird. But since the sky was thunderous and the rain poured down, Pei Juezi’s expression became dull. Li Yunxin feels this sluggishness is because he is trying to concentrate attention completely to “handle” something and fight against a certain force, so it becomes like this.

He was doing his best, even at a certain moment…

Li Yunxin saw something and came out of him-like a leg with dark shaggy hair. But only for a moment, he retracted like an electric shock.

This Juezi…

It’s not the original Juezi. What he saw was the thing that was attached to him because he tried his best to fight against a certain force and almost got out of his way.

The most reasonable explanation is against the volley. But Li Yunxin looked at Ling Kongzi and felt that this woman had not noticed the abnormality of the master painter.

This is also very strange…

She is a Peak Cultivator, but she can’t break a possessed ghost?

Li Yunxin tried to close his eyes and only used spirit strength to sense.

The result was really surprised–

I really couldn’t sense the ghost qi.

This thing… some way.

Then it is probably fighting against other forces.

He eyes opened and glanced into the dark clouds outside the window.

Interesting. Tonight, the demons and ghosts parade.

The people with identities on the other side went to see the painting, and their entourage stepped back and walked to the window, waiting for the host to have a banquet.

Small Daoist Child, who was taught by Li Yunxin outside the building, walked tremblingly, and deliberately approached Li Yunxin, and looked at him condescendingly with triumphant eyes: “You still have the mind to sit. Do you know what will happen in a while?”

Li Yunxin thought about things in his mind and adjusted some plan changes temporarily, and then casually responded: “I don’t know.”

Small Daoist Child saw his expression Some sluggishness, only to be taken away by the scene of tonight, even more proud: “Well, do you want to know?”

Li Yunxin rolled his eyes, thinking that he was interrupted by the noise: “I don’t want to.”

Small Daoist Child was taken aback, and then angry: “Hey, I want you to be stiff. I tell you, in a while, my Master will call you Master’s paintings to the fairy. You know what your Master means, it must be crude Unbearable. Hey, at that time, my Master said that your Master is disrespectful to immortals-since you have been on these twelve seats, how can you only have this level? Of course, you have not done your best!”

“Then No matter whether the fairy is angry or not, the Fuzun and Fu Yin who are sitting with you will always be angry. Just do you one…”