After joining Hades

"Mr. Wen, if I offend the ancestors in the painting, I can take my life away!"

"But my wife and children are really innocent. They didn't do anything. I took this painting back. Please, please tell the fairy in the painting again, please let my wife and children go. Someone Zheng kneeled down for you."

Zheng Lu didn't know how the matter developed to this point, it was fine before, but when Wen Xian grew up, he said that it would be resolved soon.

He looked down at the hammer in his hand, looked at his father, and looked at the painting on the wall that disturbed his family's peace, and now he said he would kill his family, his fists clenched.

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, Wen Bai quickly grabbed Zheng Lu.

"Mr. Zheng, it's really not what you think!"

Lu Zheng on the side stretched out his finger, injected some spiritual power into it, and said in a cool tone, "How did you spit it out, how did you swallow it back."

Everyone: "..."

When everyone looked up again, the line of writing had disappeared.

Zheng Bochang was not at ease at all.

Although the words are gone, the idea of ​​"killing his whole family" in this painting has been deeply rooted.

Zheng Bochang was helped onto the sofa by Zheng Lu, and after a few sips of tea, he felt his heart beating again.

"Mr. Wen, please take this painting away," Zheng Bochang begged, "burn it or give it away, as long as you take it away."

Zheng Lu also couldn't bear it: "Mr. Wen, please, we don't have the magical powers of you and Mr. Lu, we can't suppress it. If this painting is left for a while, even if it doesn't kill our family, we will Gotta be scared to death by it."

Fearing that Wen Bai would find it troublesome, Zheng Lu added: "If you want to pay tribute regularly, we will pay all the money. You can rest assured about that."

"The cost of hiring people is all on my head. If you have any requirements, just ask. As long as I can do it, I will do it for you. Do you think it will work?"

Wen Bai: "..."

Next, no matter how Wen Bai explained that it was just an accident, Zheng Bochang and the others didn't listen any more, and they wanted to give this painting to Wen Bai.

Wen Bai didn't accept it, because he thought it was too troublesome to deal with, so he added money to give it away.

In the end, when Wen Bai hugged the painting and was escorted out of the gate of the villa surrounded by the Zheng family, he still couldn't get it right.

He came here with the mentality of looking at the paintings, but who knows, he took the paintings away in the end.

It's still such a famous antique painting with a seven-figure start and no ceiling.

Li Zhi cleaned up his Taoist robe, and said sincerely: "Wen Xian is tall and upright, he is a role model for my generation."

Other disciples also echoed.

If it wasn't for their extremely sincere tone and attitude when they said this, Wen Bai would even wonder if they were mocking him.

Even Lin Qiu also nodded: "Thank you, Wen Xian has grown up."

Wen Bai: "..."

In the end, he worked hard, what happened?

Li Zhiqing's original calculation was that since the painting is still hanging in Zheng's house, they Qing Yunguan took over the work of making incense, and they can always find a reason to deal with Wen Bai in the future, but now that the painting has been collected, this line is natural. Also broke.

This is not possible, now that Immortal Elder Wen is still there, Li Zhiqing weighed it up and asked, "I don't know which mountain the two Immortal Elders are practicing? If you are lucky in the future..."

"Mountain top?" Wen Bai frowned, did he hear correctly?

Li Zhiqing still thought of Wen Bai because he didn't like other people disturbing their quietness, and felt regretful, but he didn't want to make them unhappy, so he hurriedly ended the call: "Young man made a mistake."

Junior.

Wen Bai: "..."

Is this treating them as some sort of hermits?

Wen Bai was quite helpless: "I am from Nancheng."

Li Zhiqing was startled: "Nancheng?"

He hurriedly asked, "Which hill is in the south city?"

Wen Bai: "..."

Since he just wanted a contact information, Wen Bai simply took out his mobile phone: "Add a WeChat."

Not only Li Zhiqing, but also a group of disciples behind him were shocked.

After seeing Wen Bai's ability to enter and produce paintings, they have selectively forgotten the previous "calculus incident". In their eyes, Wen Bai and Lu Zheng have not appeared in Nancheng for so many years, so they must be there Shantou devoted himself to practice.

So Qiqi said: "Are you still using WeChat?"

Wen Bai: "..."

He said so, but Li Zhiqing moved very quickly.

The moment he took out his mobile phone, he saw Lu Daneng who had been silent all this time cast a cold glance at him.

Li Zhiqing smiled sarcastically, because the ancestor was too obviously unhappy, and immediately assured him: "I will not disturb the Qingxiu of the Immortal Elder at will."

Only then did Lu Zheng look away.

After passing through his friends, Wen Bai put away his phone, looked down at the painting in his arms again, and felt worried again.

Lu Zheng thought the painting spirit was noisy, don't want it, he didn't feel at ease holding it, so he asked, "Is Di Ting in the company?"

Lu Zheng frowned, with an expression of "asking him why for no reason".

Wen Bai explained: "Do you think it's okay to take this painting to Di Ting?"

Lu Zheng: "You don't like it?"

Wen Bai: "I like it."

Lu Zheng: "If you like it, keep it for yourself."

Wen Bai said seriously: "I said I like it, because I want to go and see the painting."

Not the kind of liking that wants to keep it for itself.

He doesn't deserve it!

Wen Bai took a shallow breath: "Boss, what is this to you?"

"A painting that's all right?"

Lu Zheng was noncommittal.

Wen Bai: "But to us, this is an antique."

"Very expensive."

"baby."

"You can't take it casually."

"If you don't want to listen to it, then I'll give it to you," Wen Bai said truthfully, "Besides, I haven't done anything, so I don't feel at ease holding it."

Lu Zheng took a deep look at Wen Bai, and said again: "Trouble."

Wen Bai pursed his lips, he was quite troublesome.

But this thing is too expensive, he can't take it.

So he reached out and handed over the painting.

Lu Zheng didn't answer.

Wen Bai maintained the posture of handing the painting: "?"

Lu Zheng turned sideways, glanced at the cloth bag that Li Zhiqing was carrying, and said, "Cinnabar, pen."

Li Zhiqing's eyesight was quick, and he realized it all at once. He immediately opened the cloth bag, picked out the best soft brush and fine cinnabar, and handed it over respectfully.

Lu Zheng took a pen, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a talisman in twos and threes on the position of the house number of Zheng Bochang's villa.

The moment he finished writing, a faint golden light enveloped the entire villa.

Zheng Bochang and Zheng Lu were still waiting at the door, they could not see, but Li Zhiqing and Lin Qiu could see clearly.

Li Zhiqing pulled Zheng Bochang, forgetting the most important demeanor on weekdays: "You're lucky! You're lucky! This house must not be sold!"

Zheng Bochang and Zheng Lu looked at each other.

Lin Qiu said: "This talisman can protect the family house for a hundred years, from evil spirits and evil spirits, and bring blessings to future generations."

Li Zhiqing nodded: "I have practiced for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a powerful sigil."

Amidst the exclamation of a group of people, Lu Zheng only turned his head to look at Wen Bai: "One talisman, exchange for this painting."

Wen Bai didn't understand these talismans, but from Li Zhiqing and Lin Qiu's words, he also knew that this talisman was hard to come by, and its value must be equal to this painting.

Seeing Wen Bai's little dazed expression, Lu Zheng was inexplicably in a good mood: "Are you at ease?"

Wen Bai was stunned for a moment.

...Is this a talisman just to make him feel at ease?

Lu Zheng smiled lightly, and tapped his fingers on the painting: "Hold me well."

Wen Bai's mind was already in a mess, only when he heard Lu Zheng asked him to hug it, his hands subconsciously tightened, holding the painting tightly.

On the other side, Zheng Bochang was hit by a huge surprise. From "kill my whole family" to "Fuze descendants", there was only more than an hour before and after, and he was so happy that he didn't know why.

"This, this... How can we bear it? Does Wen Xianchang like painting? Zheng Lu, hurry up, hurry up, go to the studio to get some more," Zheng Bochang said with a blushing face. "Qinhuai Evening Banquet" and "Hundred Flowers" are all brought, you can choose, Mr. Wen Xian!"

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai: "Excuse me, excuse me."

Fearing that Zheng Bochang would send something unbearable again, after Wen Bai finished speaking, he pulled Lu Zheng around and left.

Zheng Bochang still shouted tirelessly from behind: "If you don't like paintings, do you like porcelain? I also have a pine and bamboo vase with blue and gold painting!"

Li Zhiqing and the others didn't dare to follow. The moment Wen Bai and Lu Zheng disappeared around the corner, a group of disciples surrounded them.

"Master, since Immortal Wen has WeChat, does he also use Moments?"

"No way."

"Even if there is, it should be some reason of compassion, or the scenery of the deep mountains."

"Let me see let me see!"

Li Zhiqing couldn't make trouble with them, and he was really curious, so he opened it and took a look.

Everyone: "..."

"Bi, the graduation ceremony?! Or Nancheng University?"

"Wen Xianchang can't be too boring during practice, so I went to read a book by the way."

"As expected of Mr. Wen, if you read a book by the way, you can go to Nancheng University."

"No, no, look at this picture. Is this Wen Xianchang's birth date? In other words, Wen Xianchang is only in his twenties?"

When everyone was looking at these few visible circles of friends, trying to find some clues, the disciple whose sword was broken with one finger stretched out his hand and scratched his head,

A doubt from the depths of the soul: "So does calculus really help in spiritual practice?"

Everyone: "..."

Wen Bai, who returned home with the painting in his arms and began lighting incense to feed the painting spirit, thought that this matter had come to an end, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning.