Chen Changsheng pondered for a long time, and then raised his hand to calculate.

After a while, he frowned.

"How so?"

Chen Changsheng thought about it and felt very strange.

This Yu Wang Yan banquet is no longer alive.

Chen Changsheng raised his head, looked at the trembling Chenghuang in front of him, and then said: "Chenghuang and take a step forward, Chen wants to see you know the sea brand." ”

Chenghuang didn't dare to disobey and stepped forward.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand and stood up, and his soul entered the sea of city god's knowledge.

Entering the sea of knowledge, I saw a piece of incense golden light, and then I saw a bamboo orchid imprint hanging in the sea of knowledge.

Chen Changsheng looked at it carefully, and then suddenly became stunned.

"This King Yu is really ......"

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and then left the sea of knowledge of the city god.

Chenghuang hurriedly asked, "Shangxian, ...... the brand?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Haven't you tried to erase that imprint for so many years? ”

Chenghuang opened his mouth and said, "Shangxian, the little god is such a small incense, how dare you, how dare you." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "The so-called imprint is just him scaring you, and it won't kill you at all." ”

Chenghuang was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Can't you kill me?" ”

He came back to his senses and asked, "Is that brand really ......?"

Chen Changsheng said: "If you don't believe it, you can try it now." ”

Chenghuang opened his mouth, still trying.

Chen Changsheng didn't pay attention to it, but said: "Let this evil ghost eat people, it stands to reason that you are an unforgivable sin, although you are coerced by others, but as a city god, you have no courage and forget your duty, Chen Mou will accept your hundred years of incense this time, do you have any objections?" ”

Chenghuang was stunned when he heard this, he opened his mouth and said: "Shang, Shangxian, the little god has not been in office for a hundred years, this is ......"

It has not been more than 100 years since the completion of Qingshan City, and the City God Temple is like this.

Chen Changsheng suddenly heard this, "I almost forgot." ”

He glanced at it and saw that the incense of the city god was really small, and if there was any less, he was afraid that the city god would not be able to defeat even a little demon.

After a long period of silence, Chen Changsheng raised his hand and raised his eyebrows.

Chenghuang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Shangxian is this ......?"

"Sword Qi Imprint."

Chen Changsheng said: "King Yu, that's fake, Chen is real, keep your little incense, there will be such a thing in the future, if you retreat again, greedy for life and afraid of death, no need for others, Chen will finish you first." ”

Chenghuang wanted to cry without tears after hearing this, but he still had to lean over and thank: "Thank you for your grace." ”

All in all, I have to thank you for being beaten.

And I had to take it.

Chen Changsheng turned his head to look at the evil ghost and said, "As for this evil ghost. ”

Chenghuang hurriedly said, "The little god will deal with it." ”

Chen Changsheng nodded, and then saw the city god with a group of yin cha escorting the evil ghost back to the city god temple.

After the quiet in this Yuwang Mansion.

Chen Changsheng turned around and walked into the main hall, his gaze looking at the painting again.

Raised his hand and touched it, breaking the ban, and saw that the image of King Yu on the portrait suddenly changed.

The portrait of King Yu turned into a landscape map, in which there are orchids and bamboos, a lake and a three-story white tower.

Chen Changsheng's mind was attracted by the portrait.

For Chen Changsheng, the power of the portrait on the divine thought was like tickling.

"It turned out to be a magic weapon."

Chen Changsheng let go of his divine thoughts, and then entered the portrait.

He seemed to be standing in a cave of ink and water, and in front of him was a black and white color, except for the white tower.

Chen Changsheng looked around and muttered: "This King Yu is quite tasteful, bamboo, orchid, in addition to the picture scroll, even the brand is also these two things. ”

He glanced at it slightly, and his gaze fell on the white tower.

Come to the bottom of the White Tower.

Chen Changsheng was about to push the door in.

But suddenly I heard a voice behind me.

"But the children of the Yan clan are here?"

Chen Changsheng turned his head to look, but saw a white-faced scholar standing behind him.

There were three or two bamboo leaves pinned between the tips of the scholar's hair, and his face was kind, but there was a demonic power exuding from his body.

Chen Changsheng arched his hand and said: "Chen is not a disciple of the Yan family, he just passed by here and came to take a look. ”

The scholar was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and said, "Did you come in by yourself?" ”

Chen Changsheng asked, "This Zhulan Picture Scroll is only allowed to be entered by people of the Yan Clan's bloodline?" ”

The scholar nodded, "It seems that you are not mortal. ”

Chen Changsheng admitted: "Chen has some small skills, but he is only a little trick. ”

"The immortal is too humble."

The scholar said: "But this place is left by my master to future generations, and since the immortal chief has seen it, then leave it." ”

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "Chen heard that there are three points of Heavenly Son Dragon Qi hidden in this picture scroll, and it seems that there is no such thing on the outside, but he has never seen it inside the tower. ”

After hearing this, the scholar smiled and said: "The immortal chief said that he was joking, how could the dragon luck of the Son of Heaven be obtained at will." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "When Chen enters the tower and takes a look, he will know." ”

"What if not?"

"If not, Chen should apologize."

The scholar shook his head and said: "What can I do with the apology, according to what Xiaosheng said, if there is, Xiaosheng will receive a sword from the immortal, if not, the immortal will eat my sword, how about it?" ”

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but pause when he heard this, and then smiled: "It's okay." ”

"Okay."

The scholar raised his hand and made a move, only to see the door of the white tower open.

"Immortal Chief, please."

"Please."

Chen Changsheng stepped into it.

When he entered the tower, he saw a yellow and white patch, and the first floor of the white tower was full of gold and silver treasures.

Mountains are in front of you.

Seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng said, "Your master is okay with these yellow and white things? ”

The scholar said: "It is left to future generations." ”

Chen Changsheng nodded, and then walked to the second floor.

Walking up the steps, the view of the second floor gradually appeared in his eyes.

I saw that there were several shelves placed in it, and the walls, shelves, and the ground were all hung with swords, guns, swords, and halberds, all of which were excellent weapons without exception.

At a glance, there are thousands of pieces.

Chen Changsheng's gaze glanced over those weapons, and finally stopped at the most central position of the second-story tower.

In front of him was a jasper-colored sword.

Chen Changsheng took it in his hand and looked at it, and asked, "What is the name of this sword?" ”

"Blue waves." Scholar Dao.

"The blue waves, the smoke and the waves, is a good sword."

Chen Changsheng put it back in its place.

The scholar looked up at the steps on the third floor, and then said, "If you don't have it, the immortal chief is afraid that you will have to receive a sword from Xiaosheng." ”

"And what are you afraid of?"

Chen Changsheng smiled kindly, and then stepped onto the steps.

"Click, click......"

The sound of going upstairs rang out from the tower.

Chen Changsheng and the scholar came to the top of the tower.

I saw that this layer was full of scriptures, and among them were mostly martial arts classics, followed by some books related to the art of war and people's livelihood.

Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly and remained silent.

The scholar smiled: "How? ”