There was an autumn wind outside the window, and the man snorted coldly: "In this world, can make me ......" A trace of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the man in gray had already buckled his neck.

The man in gray smiled softly: "Don't talk nonsense, listen carefully." ”

"It doesn't make sense. The man stepped back, he wanted to get out of the grip of the man in gray in the momentum of retreating, but the man in gray did not let go, but followed him.

The two faced each other and crashed out from the second floor.

After landing on the ground, the man was motionless, and the man in gray still clasped his neck and said: "Guangde Bodhisattva likes one thing, that is, pigs, once someone carries a pig to pray for rain, it will inevitably rain." ”

The man's eyes twitched slightly.

The man in gray continued: "But just a few days ago, someone carried a pig to ask for rain, but after a few days, the heavy rain has not come, do you know why?"

A lightning mark gradually appeared in the man's eyes, but the blue mark on his forehead gradually disappeared, and the pupils of the man in gray became lifeless. The man in gray saw it clearly, but there was a hint of banter in his eyes, and his fingers suddenly became stronger. The mark on the man's forehead disappeared completely, the lightning on his pupils was about to come out, and there was a sudden shock all around, only to feel that a great supernatural power was slashing down from the sky!

"Somebody got fighting. ”

The crowd around them, who were watching Old Man Zhang's bustle, immediately looked at the two men who were fighting.

Most of these people are ordinary people, but they don't feel afraid when they look at such powerful people fighting, and the residents under this evil mountain are not afraid of death, so they are really not deceiving.

The man in gray stared at the lightning mark in his eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Painting Spirit, that's right, I thought you were reluctant to expose your life if you were threatened." As he spoke, he suddenly let go of his hand, only to see a palm falling from the clouds in the sky. The surrounding crowd screamed and fled in all directions, although they were not afraid of death, but it was naturally better not to die.

The palm of the hand was three zhang in size, carrying a violent momentum, as if blue lightning was running through it, rumbling down.

The man in gray stared at the palm print and said in a low voice, "That's it." He said loudly: "You can't run away, you can draw a good soul, why don't you contribute, hide alone, it's so boring." Let me think about it, there are only a few people left in the painting spirit lineage, you are so young, I think you should be the youngest person in the painting spirit, Qin Linggong should be your father, but your name is Qin Ran?"

Qin Ran said: "Who are you?" The palm print did not fall, he urged the spiritual power, there are a lot of spiritual energy in the heaven and earth in the true qi, which cannot be refined in a short period of time, and the power is not great, but it looks very bluffing.

The man in gray said, "Come, I'll take you to the temple of the Guangde Bodhisattva, and you'll know." ”

Qin Ran screamed and suddenly retreated.

The man in gray immediately followed, and the palm print suddenly pressed down, seemingly destroying the world. But he didn't pay attention to it at all, his body shook through the palm print, and then buckled Qin Ran's neck, and laughed: "I said Qin Ran, little guy, come with me, don't let me destroy your hard-won foundation." ”

Qin Ran's body shrank and broke free of his palm, and the man in gray seemed to be looking at a little wolf that had escaped, and chased after him and said, "Qin Ran, when your painting spirit was destroyed, you were only three years old. At that time, you didn't even know what your cultivation was, and in the past 20 years, you have worked hard to cultivate a little magical power, but don't waste it in vain, go to the temple of Guangde Bodhisattva with my good life, worship the Bodhisattva, and let your cultivation get twice the result with half the effort. ”

The two of them went out of the town one after the other, and the lively crowd talked about it, but no one chased after them.

Qin Ran's cultivation is not high, and the man in gray only needs a little force to catch up with him, but he doesn't stop him. He knew that the mysterious man was playing tricks on him, but he was no match at the moment, so he could only run. As everyone knows, he can't run away, but there is just a trace of luck in people's hearts, if he can run away, he will naturally be lucky. If you can't escape, not only will your life be in danger, but the art of painting spirits that has been passed down from generation to generation will also be obtained by outsiders.

The man in gray chased left and right, and every time Qin Ran wanted to flee to another place, he would force him back, so he could only keep running on the avenue.

Qin Ran knew that he couldn't run away this time, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said secretly: "Dad, Grandpa, I... I'm afraid I'm going to die here, and I just blame the child for not cultivating well. This cultivation is so difficult, I have been hiding for several years, cultivating spiritual energy in the mountains by myself, refining my true qi, but I still can't completely control the painting spirit. This is one of the strongest supernatural powers in the Evil Mountain, but I can't practice bullshit, it's really a pity to die. He blinked, his eyes were faintly filled with tears, and he thought: Even if I can't escape, I will die, and the art of painting spirits will never be known to outsiders, but these people have too many means, I am afraid that even if I die, I will not be able to keep the art of painting spirits.

He glanced back at the man in gray, chasing him slowly, completely playing with him as a plaything.

Qin Ran couldn't lift his true breath and fell to the ground, his cultivation was not enough, and he had reached the limit of his cultivation by running so hard.

The man in gray ran over, kicked Qin Ran, and shook his head: "Why bother." Lifting Qin Ran with one hand, he looked left and right, thinking: This Yanluo Mountain is close to Tianqu Pass, and then it is Bian Yue City, which no longer belongs to the evil mountain. Yanluo Mountain is a barrier between Tianqu Pass and Evil Mountain, hum, it's really interesting. The art of painting spirits is not a secret, how many people want but can't ask for it, although it is not as precious as the frost drawing, but it is also a rare treasure between heaven and earth, I have to be careful. This Qin Ran is no longer Qin Ran, I will abolish his mouthpiece first.

Qin Ran spurted a stream of blood in his mouth, staring at the man in gray viciously, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, his true qi was suppressed by this man, and he couldn't even commit suicide.

The man in gray said: "Hate me a little more, and when you get to Jiuquan, you can talk to your father and uncle." ”

Qin Ran's eyes were full of despair, and although he was silent, there was blood in every word.

The man in gray said: "You want to know who I am, hehe, it's okay to tell you, it's just that you didn't ask in the first place, and I, Nan Chengfeng, naturally won't take the initiative to tell others my name." And remember, if you go to the Nine Springs in the future and tell your father, he must miss my old friend very much. ”

When Qin Ran heard the word Nan Chengfeng, his eyes froze slightly, and then he clenched his teeth.

Nan Chengfeng carried Qin Ran and traveled all the way, and after a short time, he crossed three big rivers and arrived in a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. There is a canyon in the middle, which is not very spacious, surrounded by rocks and trees, but there are not many trees. Nan Chengfeng walked along the canyon, and as the sky grew dark, he walked about four or five miles to a mountain temple. The temple was not large, the door was in tatters, and some couplets were written on it, but nothing could be seen clearly.

Qin Ran lowered his head, he had already fainted.

Nan Chengfeng kicked open the tattered door, glanced at it, threw Qin Ran next to the Bodhisattva in it, bowed slightly, and said, "People brought it, Bodhisattva, let's see if our family has that creation." The art of painting spirits can transform decay into magic, and if you can comprehend it, all the credit can belong to you. When the time comes, I will build a civil construction and rebuild this temple for your old man's house, and worship it every year. He looked back at Qin Ran, sat down on the spot, stretched out his fingers, and a trace of spark fell to the ground, igniting the wood next to him. After a while, the fire was raging and it was dark outside.

Nan Chengfeng thought to himself: Qin Ran will definitely not tell me the secret of the art of painting spirits, and he must not have brought it with him, this rare thing must be passed down by word of mouth.

Qin Ran had already been deprived of his mouthpiece and couldn't speak, and he didn't plan to let Qin Ran tell him personally. He has walked through this world, and he has long known that many things are death, and he will not tell others, although this Qin Ran is not very old, he still has a backbone. He didn't want to waste time talking or coercing and torture, so he had his own set of skills to let Qin Ran tell the secret of painting spirits word by word.

The flames crackled, Nan Chengfeng pinched his fingers and calculated, and said, "It's almost." ”

Qin Ran snorted lightly and woke up.

Nan Chengfeng said: "Qin Ran, you can be regarded as an introduction for me, and you can be regarded as my protégé, can you call me a senior master?"

Qin Ran didn't answer.

Nan Chengfeng stretched out his hand and gestured, his posture was strange, Qin Ran's body fluttered slightly, and he was led over by Nan Chengfeng. He opened his eyes weakly, stared at Nan Chengfeng, and opened his lips to say something. Nan Chengfeng pressed Qin Ran's head with five fingers, and said: "It's understandable if you don't call it, I want your body to be a guide to find out the mystery of the art of painting spirits, if you can call me Master, then wouldn't I be charged with killing my disciples? ”

The five fingers exerted force, and they were about to penetrate Qin Ran's head, when a voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Yo, it's lively." ”