C1294 (1/2)

The picture unfolds slowly, and a noble spirit emerges from it.

I saw a sage in a Confucian costume walking out of the painting, his eyes were bright and upright.

As soon as the shadow of Wen Sheng appeared, the surrounding area was covered with white light.

”You can stick to my painting In the pool, the guests murmured.

He has been convinced that Lu Yu is the ghost Xiu.

The sage of Confucianism and Taoism, for the ghost cultivation, is enough to kill.

Many ghost practitioners would be destroyed if they met with the magic weapon of Wen Sheng. Therefore, both ghost and Confucian practitioners have always been in the same situation.

Chu yuruo couldn't help saying, ”master, you've taken out a painting before. According to the rules, as long as Wang Chen can watch a stick of incense, he will pass the customs. If you take out a new painting like this, you will not break the rules you have set

Before, the guests in the pool only said that they could enjoy the painting with a stick of incense. They didn't say how to use it.

Lu Yu's destruction of the scroll is not against the rules.

”In my Qujiang pool, I am the rule!” sneered the guest in the pool

Chu yuruo still wants to argue, but Lu Yu suddenly stops him.

”You should have seen Wen Sheng from a distance before, so this painting is of a certain level.” Lu Yu looked at the painting in front of him.

The guest in the pool said in a deep voice, ”look at this picture, and it's just a stick of incense.”

If you are a ghost monk, if you look at the portraits of Wen Sheng in the time of a stick of incense, you will be afraid that all the gods and spirits will be destroyed.

Lu Yu went to the idea of the guest in the pool and said with a faint smile: ”I just praised you a few words. In my opinion, your painting is still empty and clumsy.”

What!

”You don't know what you don't know, what do you know?” he said angrily