Deep underground, in the soil, there are two scattered figures, controlling the filth, wanting to wait for the opportunity to fight back, but suddenly there is a rolling people's wish above, directly pressing on the two of them, dispelling the filth!

"This person can mobilize the people's will! He wants to suppress you and me!"

As soon as this thought fell, a popping sound suddenly sounded not far away, and then several jet-black streams of water seeped out, turning into a column of water, and slammed towards the two figures!

"Oh no!

Hit by the water column, the two thoughts screamed, and then the two figures ran to one side, dodging the impact of the water column.

"I didn't expect you and me to be hidden here, and someone would find out!"

The two figures changed separately, and one of them exploded violently, shooting out copper coins one after another, like a goddess scattering flowers. This copper coin seems to be solid, but in fact it is illusory, swimming through the dirt and rushing towards the pitch-black water!

The other one turned into a cloud of air, emitting a bloody smell, and also rushed towards the pitch-black stream!

At this time, the water flowed together, condensed into a person, the whole body was pitch black, the whole body was full of poisonous gas, he did not retreat but advanced, flung his arms, and emitted drops of pitch-black water, catching up with copper coins.

"Hmm, it's a character who has condensed Dan, and it's full of poison! It's a pity, in the face of us and the others, even the gods of Yuanning City have to drink hatred, what can you do with a flesh-and-blood monk?"

In the mockery of the two thoughts, the dense water droplets collided with the copper coin, and suddenly, the copper coin shattered, the water droplets evaporated, the crisp sound and the transpiration sound were intertwined, and the mist spread in the dirt.

Then, the fishy wind rushed over, enveloping the pitch-black man, and the wind burst out with absorbing power, forcibly peeling and absorbing the thoughts of the other from the pores!

This person's mind was as dark and poisonous as it was, but it had no effect on the fishy wind, and it was swept by the air current, disintegrating and disintegrating in the wind. Melt into pure thought and melt into the wind.

The next moment, the wind was stronger, revealing a cold, cold, and ghostly aura, infecting the surroundings like a netherworld ghost domain.

On the other hand, the loss of mind seemed to have no effect on the man, and he opened his mouth in the wind: "Where is my Tao sacred, it turned out to be two wild ghosts, and your ghost turned into a fishy wind." You can absorb my thoughts, but you came to absorb my thoughts, but you made the wrong idea!"

When the words fell, a trace of shadow poured out of the pores of this person, and it also melted into the wind!

These shadows are full of negative emotions, and when they melt into the wind, they are difficult to disintegrate, but they wrap around them like maggots on tarsal bones. Hearing the screams of the fishy wind, he quickly evacuated and hurriedly retreated.

"Demon of the Heart!, how is it possible, you can control the Demon of the Heart?" exclaimed Fishwind. Condensed into a ghostly shadow, scattered and ghostly.

Wind Eater.

Inside this ghost, a shadow is rapidly expanding. It's blazing fast!

The man listened and smiled coldly: "It's exactly the opposite of what you said!"

"What do you mean?" Just as the Wind Eater was surprised, the demons that were shuttling inside suddenly gathered. A thought came out, and the ghost was startled.

And the pitch-black man was shocked, bursting out with venom and qi and blood, and the blood essence exploded like water, twisted into a strand, and rushed towards the other figure!

Rumble!

Qi and blood are like pillars, the heat is surging, the poisonous mist is surging, approaching another figure, the heat wave invades, making it scream, and the figure is gradually clear-

This is also a ghost thing, with golden light inside, filled with copper plates, and the stench on its body exudes emotional fluctuations of hunger, greed for money, and wealth accumulation.

Hungry ghost with no money.

Then, the blood roared, and a few drops of it fell on the ghost, and the ghost suddenly smoked and screamed.

The blood of a warrior contains yang energy, which is like poison to ghosts.

For a while, the demons and blood restrained the two ghosts, and the two ghosts could not take care of him, and the filthy qi gathered in Zhang's mansion lost control and slowly dispersed.

The fierce battle underground was in Qiu Yan's grasp, but this battle made him suspicious.

"What caused all this was actually two ghosts? The combat power doesn't seem to be strong, how did the Shinto Dao in this city fall? And they dare to make a move against the government, which is equivalent to touching the luck of the court and the dragon veins of the country, where did this come from?"

Thinking of this, as soon as his mind moved, the god deity immediately reacted, the divine power and incense heart came from afar, the entire Yuanning City faintly vibrate, and the divine power in the stoves of each household rolled, overflowing, seeping into the ground, and converging towards the place of fierce battle!

Ordinary people naturally can't notice this change, but all the supernatural people in the city who have some cultivation have reacted immediately!

For a time, there was movement everywhere in the city.

It's just that Qiu Yan's scholar clone, but he didn't go, first, the cultivation of the scholar clone is not high, and it may not be useful if he goes, and second, he is entangled in the world-

"Sir, please take a seat, there have been many neglects before, please don't take it to heart. ”

Master Zhang said with a smile on his face.

It is still the lobby of Zhang's mansion, and the chairs are still full of people, but they are not the direct and side lines of the Zhang family before, but the famous rich and old man in Yuanning City.

This group of people is ranked first in the entire Jiannan Province in terms of influence alone, and in the past two years, the law has been changed, and even the government has to communicate and negotiate with them.

But at this moment, the old man who had just recovered from his illness had a smile on his face, a little flattering, and his eyes were focused on one person.

Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan was pulled by Master Zhang, and insisted on letting him sit on the top, but he couldn't refrain from it several times, so Qiu Yan had to sit down.

When this group of people were in a coma before, they all had a feeling that the limit was approaching, vaguely felt the chaos in the house and the clan, and they were disheartened, but they didn't expect the peak to turn around, and the warmth entered their hearts, evolving all kinds of illusions, zuihou actually dispelled the coldness in their hearts, so that they woke up again, mixed with joy and sorrow, after finding the source of warmth and understanding the experience, they were both grateful and awe-inspiring to Qiu Yan, and they were all called Mr.

Listening to everyone's words of thanks, Qiu Yan suddenly shook his head and said, "Don't forget what happened before, now that it has improved, you still can't be careless." ”

"Even if it's just a moment of soberness, it's nothing, at least there is a time to arrange the future, this time the matter has exposed a lot of hidden dangers, and we can't turn a blind eye," Master Zhang and the others shook their heads, "However, when I wake up this time, the evil aura and coldness on my body are swept away, my body is a lot harder, and I feel like I am as light as a swallow, which is more comfortable than before I was sick......

Everyone said casually, and suddenly, a wide and fat businessman spoke: "By the way, Mr. Qiu, what are you going to do with this painting?"

As soon as he said this, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to Qiu Yan's words.

A long poem called "Lying Sick".

This word, in addition to having the ability to ward off evil spirits and suppress evil spirits, also has a sense of beauty, even if people who do not know how to write and ink, they can also harvest infection from it, and the poem above also resonates with everyone's hearts and has a lot of attraction.

What's more, there are also people who love calligraphy in this room, and they can see that this kind of calligraphy containing flesh and blood is a new attempt, very ornamental, and is likely to lead a trend.

Of course, more people don't care about words and poems, but Qiu Yan himself!

Qiu Yan's calligraphy attainments obviously surpassed that of the young calligrapher, otherwise, it would be impossible for the other party to sit silently, so the person with a flexible mind immediately smelled the value from it.

"The value of the works of calligraphers before they became famous is not only the words and poems themselves! If they are passed down for several generations, they are likely to bring unimaginable wealth! Not to mention, if you ask for this calligraphy, you can also take the opportunity to give money and befriend Qiu Yan. ”

Although they had different thoughts, everyone had an idea of what they wanted to do with that character, waiting for Qiu Yan's answer.

But he didn't expect Qiu Yan to hear it, so he just said indifferently: "Although I wrote this painting, it was originally entrusted by a friend, so it was naturally given to Zhang's mansion." ”

"What!"

This fluttering sentence made the faces of everyone present change sharply, and some people subconsciously shouted.

In stark contrast, it was the surprise of Master Zhang, he first glanced at Zhang Zhen who was sitting by the door, his eyes showed a look of relief, and then quickly got up and hugged his fist to Qiu Yan and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. for your generous gift, this character can remove evil in the house, and its own words and poems are even more unique, enough to be the heirloom of my Zhang family! ”

His words are not polite, from the bottom of his heart, the value of this character and Qiu Yan itself, the old and spicy old man Zhang naturally knows that such a word, Qiu Yan's signature, must be framed and collected for family heirloom.

"Wait a minute, Lao Zhang, you and I have been friends for many years, you know my preferences, you might as well give me this word......"

"Brother Zhang, didn't you fall in love with the shop in the north of the city......?

"Uncle Zhang, you and I are world friends, and our ancestors have taken the imperial examination together......"

Seeing that the plan was frustrated, everyone seemed a little out of shape, and they took care of the city government and expressed their stance directly, for fear of falling behind.

The solemn lobby was suddenly noisy.

Master Zhang shook his head: "Everyone, don't think that I, Zhang Yunling, am sitting on the ground and raising the price, this character is really not going to be sold ......"

In the corner of the lobby, Qi Jiulian sat on a chair with a stiff face.

Compared with the previous scenery, although he is still here at this moment, there are occasional people who come to talk, politely, but the respect in the words is not much, the change is obvious, and there is a taste of being left out by others.

Now listening to others praising Qiu Yan's words, it makes him feel hot on his face and depressed in his heart.

"This is the world is like a knife, human affection is warm and cold, if it weren't for the title of a young scholar and a child of the Guanzhong family, I'm afraid this group of copper-smelling people would not let me sit here at all, and I would have been swept out of the house a long time ago!

Thinking about it, his eyes fell on Qiu Yan, his eyes were complicated, with jealousy, unwillingness, awe and admiration.

Just when the lobby was full of people, suddenly, a young man in Tsing Yi ran from outside, and before he entered the house, he hurriedly said: "Master, master, the prefect is here!" (to be continued......)

PS: Thanks to the "Little Sailor" for the tip!