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

The wind was getting stronger. The wind blew the veil out of the hunting sound--the hall that was supposed to be Luo Yi dancing lightly with the veil tent, but at this moment, there was a murderous aura or two for no reason.

After a breath, the torrential rain fell wildly, and the sky and the earth were full of water vapor.

In such a gale, flying yarn, and downpour, Ling Kongzi knelt upright in front of the desk, with a calm and soft expression on his face, and the clothes on his body did not fluctuate at all.

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

The wind swept raindrops through the windows, blowing through everyone's clothes.

The momentum of this heaven and earth, combined with the momentum on this volley, almost everyone held their breath for a while. Some people even wondered if this storm had been summoned by this fairy—the power of immortals was not something that mortals could speculate.

After a few seconds of her words, the steward beside Pei Jiezi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and gently tugged at the corners of his "master's" clothes.

The steward tonight felt like he was going crazy.

The owner of the house didn't know if he was scared, and something was wrong all day.

It stands to reason that no matter how high his status in the world is and how good his family background is, he shouldn't take Qiao when facing the first disciple of Dongtian.

Is the status of the royal family high?

But the royal family of the previous dynasty is said to have angered a cave master, and at the same time lost the favor of the Dao system and the Sword Sect. As a result, Emperor Taizu of Daqing raised an uprising and exterminated the royal family of the previous dynasty - without the intervention of any monks.

But now the owner of the house is like a fool. The Sky Fairy has already said twice that he wants to see the painting!

He was still standing still, his eyes purring as before...... I don't know what I'm thinking!

It wasn't until the man in charge pulled again, and everyone was almost urging him with their eyes, that he untied a cloth bag around his waist as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Then, without hesitation, he pulled out the painting, walked to the table of the volley, put it on it, and took a few steps back like a puppet, and retreated to the steward's side.

His series of actions really made cold sweat begin to break out on the backs of everyone present.

It was the first time they had seen Pei Jiezi, and they had never imagined that this master who was about to take over the position of the royal painter would have this kind of style and temperament.

The "wild and uninhibited" and "uninhibited" temperament can be made with any of them present, but how dare you be like this with the Sky Fairy?!

Practitioners are already moody......

If you want to say that the next moment, this volley will be like thunder and kill this Pei Jiezi...... No one will be surprised!

But the good thing is ...... The fairy in white didn't seem to plan to do that.

She glanced up at Pei Jiezi, her eyes lingering on him for a moment, and then returned to the painting.

Then he slowly spread the scroll on the table, still sitting intently and looking at the painting.

At this time, the people realized......

No singing and dancing, no greetings, no etiquette - the Baohua Festival has begun.

Probably...... That's what a practitioner does, right?

It's so simple and straightforward.

"The Fisherman's Fishing Picture" is a treasure, and most of the people present are rare to see. Therefore, even if they are afraid of the "unfathomable moodiness" of the volley, some people stretch their necks and want to see more carefully.

The four painters were able to see some of the doorways, but not many. As for some other ordinary people, all they can see is the painting and the feeling it brings them.

Liu Laodao was so anxious that he stared straight at him—because a group of people slowly surrounded him, and he had blocked the scroll. After a while, there will probably be someone holding the painting and giving these wild Taoist priests by the window a "look" from a distance, but where can they be compared to getting closer to see clearly.

Li Yunxin smiled and patted him on the arm: "Go over and see." What are you afraid of in those twelve tables? ”

At this time, the people in front of him covered the figure of Ling Kongzi, and these wild Taoist priests by the window also dared to speak in a low voice. Only then did they huddle in the wind and rain and say hello to each other. Shi Kuizi hugged his shoulders and moved to Liu Laodao's side: "You go, I saw it, come back and tell us." ”

When Li Yunxin spoke, Lao Dao hesitated slightly, but when Kuizi urged, he didn't hesitate.

He got up, glanced at the Taoists around him, straightened his beard, and said, "Okay, let's go, let's go." ”

No matter what invited him here, at least at this moment he felt that he had gained face in front of these fellow practitioners. As soon as Liu Laodao left, Li Yunxin restrained his smile and stared at Pei Jiezi again.

He did come for "The Fisherman's Fishing Picture".

I looked at it and found something more interesting. That Pei Duanzi...... It's not human.

Originally, I just thought he looked weird. But since the thunder and torrential rain poured in the sky, Pei Jiezi became sluggish. Li Yunxin felt that this sluggishness was because he was trying to concentrate on "processing" something and fighting against a certain force, which is why he became like this.

He's doing his best, even for a moment......

Li Yunxin saw something come out of him—like a leg with dark and coarse hair. But for a moment, it retracted as if it were electrocuted.

This Pei Duanzi......

It's not the original Pei Jiezi. What he saw was something that had possessed him, and he had almost gone out of his body because he had tried too hard to fight some kind of force.

The most plausible explanation is in the fight against volleys. But Li Yunxin looked at Ling Kongzi and felt that this woman had not discovered the abnormality of the great painter.

It's also weird......

She, a monk at the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm, can't see through a possessed ghost?

Li Yunxin tried to close his eyes and only used his spiritual power to sense.

I was really surprised.

It's true that I can't sense the Yin Spirit and Ghost Qi.

This thing...... Some doorways.

Then it's probably fighting against some other force that exists.

He opened his eyes and glanced out the window into the clouds.

Interesting. Tonight, the Demons and Monsters Parade.

The people on the other side went to see the paintings, and their entourage retreated, went to the window, and waited for the host to have a feast.

Xiao Daotong, who had been taught by Li Yunxin outside the building before, walked over tremblingly, deliberately came to Li Yunxin's side, and looked at him condescendingly with smug eyes: "You still have the heart to sit." Do you know what will happen in a while?"

Li Yunxin thought about things in his heart and temporarily adjusted some changes in his plan, so he responded casually: "I don't know." ”

Xiao Daotong saw that his expression was a little sluggish, and he was even more proud of tonight's scene: "Then, do you want to know?"

Li Yunxin rolled his eyes, thinking that he was noisy and interrupted his train of thought: "I don't want to." ”

Xiao Daotong was stunned for a moment, and then angry: "Hey, I want you to be hard-mouthed." Let me tell you, in a while, my master will ask you to dedicate your master's painting to that immortal. You know what your master's means are, and they must be crude. Hey, at that time, my master said that your master was disrespectful to the immortals—since he was on these twelve seats, how could he only have this level? Of course, he didn't do his best!"

"At that time, no matter whether the immortal was angry or not, the Fu Zun and Fu Yin who sat with him would always be angry. I'll do you a ......."