Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Fatty Ma's face regained his proud expression, he took down the old TV, and said with a joking smile: "If the Taoist priest is bored, he can just keep this TV, it's not worth much anyway."

What he said was right, this TV really couldn't sell three melons and two dates, it's just that his philistine temperament made him not let go of anything of value.

Just about to take advantage of the situation to make some sarcasm, the young man in front of him shook his head deeply.

Fatty Ma was startled, weighed the TV in his arms, and said in surprise, "It's not this one?"

"Of course not."

Lu Chen pointed to the mahogany sword inserted obliquely in the red lacquer box, "If Boss Ma doesn't mind, please return this thing to me."

"What should I be?"

Fatty Ma gave a disdainful smile. The peach wood sword was plain and without decorations. It looked worthless. He thought that Lu Chen would ask for some valuable iron and bronze wares, but he didn't expect to spend so much time talking about just one decoration. Things, really pedantic.

"The Taoist chief wants to take it back."

It was inconvenient for Fatty Ma to hold the TV in his arms, so he winked at the worker. The worker was originally a rough man who just wanted to finish work early and go home early, so he took out the mahogany sword and threw it away like a shoe.

The fat man frowned, and secretly scolded the worker for being ignorant. He wanted to catch the mahogany sword but his body was wide and fat and his speed couldn't keep up.

Seeing that the mahogany sword was about to fall to the ground, Lu Chen, who was standing quietly at the side, had an inexplicable picture in his mind, and the picture kept changing.

Lu Chen's body involuntarily followed the description on the screen, and with a flick of his body, he picked up the mahogany sword with a very wonderful and quick movement method.

Weighing the mahogany sword, Lu Chen pulled up a gorgeous sword flower almost like a muscle memory, holding his breath and retracting the sword in one go.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing, and the three people in front of him are dumbfounded.

Fatty Ma swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face full of confusion.

The stevedore who had been drowsy woke up instantly, and the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay.

What happened just now?

What the hell swished by?

And afterimages?

……

[Hundred years of lightning strikes peach trees: The thunder energy has not dissipated, and it has the effect of warding off evil spirits and deterring spirits. 】

After holding the Taomu sword, a large piece of information suddenly surged in Lu Chen's mind. After sorting out the words that appeared out of thin air in his mind, Lu Chen's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

Whether it's these words or the movement just now, all these changes caught him off guard.

The agility just now is an extremely basic Taoist agility technique - Yan Luo.

There is no need for spiritual power, as long as you can retract and exhale to strengthen your physique. The original owner has been able to do it since he was a child, but it is very rough.

But this speed...

Lu Chen has seen his master perform Yan Luo, and he has also seen many Taoist real people and warriors perform it, but their speed cannot be compared with his own.

As he sorted out the thick memories that came out of nowhere and didn't belong to him at all, Lu Chen suddenly had a surprising thought.

'This... that is, a hundred years of experience? '

Thinking of this, Lu Chen's thoughts moved.

really!Sorting out the thick memories that came out of nowhere and didn’t belong to me at all

There is an extremely majestic experience in my mind, whether it is utensils or herbs, skills or spells, they all cover a wide range, and the most extensive is knowledge.

At this moment, Lu Chen could tell the ins and outs of some unrecognizable utensils in the dilapidated Taoist temple.

WDF?

This is this...

This TM is a bit strong!

……

"Uh, cough."

Fatty Ma came back to his senses, squeezed out a smile to cover up his shock, and said casually, "Master Daoist, is there anything else you want to take?"

Lu Chen glanced at the box thoughtfully, "There are still a few small items."

Fatty Ma: "?"

Fatty's mentality exploded a bit. This was just a polite way to say it. After I finished speaking, I took people down the mountain.

This Taoist...doesn't follow the routine.

Before Fatty Ma could respond, the two workers handed over the box. They were so happy. They were only responsible for carrying the resistance. The less things in the box, the less energy they had. The more young Taoist priests could carry, the better.

Lu Chen held the mahogany sword upside down in one hand, and grasped only one side of the red-lacquered wooden box with his wrist clasped in the other hand, and took it steadily.

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Two workers felt their worldviews had been shattered.

What kind of power is this?

Two big men were carrying the extremely difficult suitcases, but this young man with thin arms and legs took it with one hand?

Or is it grasping with the forehand instead of lifting with the backhand? !

Still no sound? ! !

Even a martial artist in the spirit realm wouldn't be so easy, right?

I'm afraid it's not a ghost, right?

Isn't it said that priests are all liars?

These two are also common people nearby, and they have heard of Qingyun Temple, and everyone around them knows that the Taoist priests in Qingyun Temple are half-baked, with no real skills.

If the Taoist priest in front of him is a cultivator in the spiritual realm, why can't he have enough food?

You must know that in Yushui City, any casual martial artist in the spirit realm is a force that all forces want to recruit, and their monthly salary may be more than their years of hard work.

This……

The two looked at each other and opened their mouths in horror.