I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"Crack!"

A paintbrush falls to the ground.

The painter opened his mouth wide.

The rest of the people had different expressions, but they were all shocked.

Everyone saw with their own eyes the drawing paper spread out by the servants, and the artist picking up the brush. Every stroke was under their gaze, and the final painting was so vivid that it looked like a real person. After only a moment, the people in this painting seemed to come to life, turning their heads to stare at them on the paper.

Could it be that the rumors that Dou's paintings of people come true hundreds of years ago are actually true? Hundreds of years later, another successor has inherited his magical painting skills?

Everyone looked at Master Dou.

But the painter was even more surprised than them.

Surprised, but also a little apprehensive.

No one knows better than him that he does not have the supernatural skill of drawing people into reality like his ancestors did, and it is not due to his painting skills that the painting comes true.

As for what happened...

Rather, it reminded him of the teachings of his ancestors——

Don't draw people easily, and don't draw gods easily.

Don't draw people lightly, because you are afraid that the painting will be too real, and it will be stained with spirituality. It is hard to tell whether it is good or bad.

Don't draw gods lightly, because gods are too high-minded. If you draw their portraits too realistically, they will know them, and sometimes they will even appear in the paintings, asking why you drew them.

High-level monsters with high morals and strength sometimes do the same.

Could it be that this humane behavior is comparable to that of a god?

"Master Dou!" The old man sitting on the chair asked aloud, "What's going on?"

"Dou doesn't know..."

Before they figured it out, the person in the painting started to move, took two steps forward, and his whole body quickly changed from flattened to more contoured, and walked out of the painting directly, as if he had become a real person.

He is a clean young Taoist.

It looks almost the same as in the picture.

The young Taoist glanced around, saw Steward Liu, the yamen of Taiwei's mansion, saw the old man, the middle-aged Taoist and the painter, his eyes paused for a while, and when he saw a picture of two tigers fighting for mountains on the wall behind him, his eyes also paused for a while , and then said:

"I don't know why some of you are looking for me?"

Everyone's eyes widened a long time ago, and they were shocked again when they heard the words.

"this……"

Mu Shou looked at the painter, who only shook his head repeatedly.

After all, the old Taiwei was calmer, coughed twice and asked, "Is the sir a real person?"

"It is both a painting and a real person."

"Why did you walk out of the painting?"

"I asked someone to draw me with a brush, and I borrowed a painting to show my real body." The Taoist looked at them and smiled slightly, "It seems that I didn't want to invite me to draw me with one step. Could it be that you want to harm me with the painting?"

"Mister is the real person who cast spells in my mansion this morning?"

"It can't be called a real person."

"I don't know how to call a real person?"

"My surname is Song and my name is You."

"So it's Master Song."

The old Taiwei lowered his head, covered his mouth and coughed a few more times, raised his head and said: "The old man has no way to teach, the dog is stupid and reckless, and he bumped into the real man, the real man should punish him, it should be, but the punishment of deafness for a lifetime is too heavy Well, secondly, this old man is only his only son, and I would like to ask the real person to lift up his hand and undo the spell. I would like to repay him with ten thousand gold, and I will restrain him from now on so that he will not make trouble everywhere."

"I'm afraid not."

"Why not?"

"If you can't do it, what should you do?"

"The old man will never give up easily with the real man."

"Your step is Taiwei Chang?"

"Exactly."

"No wonder the mansion is full of death." The Taoist shook his head, "Which expert gave the Taiwei the life?"

"What's deadly?"

"Recently, Taiwei, when sleeping at night, or when you usually close your eyes, do you feel in a trance, and sometimes you seem to be able to see yourself?"

"How do you know?"

"Did the Taiwei ask the master who extended the life of the Taiwei, what is the reason?" The Taoist stood still, only looking at the old Taiwei, "Or do you just think it's because you are old and dim? Or your body is too weak Caused by it?"

"The medicine is three-point poisonous, so what's the problem with dizziness?"

"So it's a side effect of the medicine." The Taoist nodded, "Then the coldness of the Taiwei's body is also a side effect of the medicine?"

"How does a real person know?"

"Is the expert who continues his life still alive?"

"I went out to collect medicine yesterday."

"I see."

"What does the real person mean?"

"This is not a way to continue life. It is just to temporarily imprison the soul of the old captain in the old captain's body, and then use secret methods to keep the body from being stiff or rotten." The Taoist shook his head, "Everyone says this is an evil way. I am afraid that the master of picking medicine will not come back again."

"presumptuous!"

The old man yelled angrily, and while he was angry, he felt panicked: "Even if you are very capable, don't talk nonsense!"

"Have you ever felt your own heartbeat?"

"this……"

The old man immediately put his hand on his heart.

Then gradually opened his eyes wide.

"Old Captain..."

The Taoist looked at him and shook his head: "Do you know? You died two days ago!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

"you……"

The old Taiwei's eyes suddenly opened wide, but before he finished speaking, he seemed to be stuck, and his face turned pale all of a sudden.

He couldn't get up and down in one breath, and fell down in an instant.

"Captain!"

"Oh father!"

Everyone is in a mess.

The young man couldn't hear the people talking, he only saw his father talking to the Taoist who came out of the painting, but as he was talking, his father's eyes widened and he passed out. He didn't know the reason, so he just yelled and rushed In the past, he hugged his father's body.

But as soon as he touched it, he immediately withdrew his hand——

It was freezing cold!

However, in a panic, he didn't care to think carefully, just continued to hold his father's hand, shouted a few times without responding, then immediately turned back to stare at the Taoist, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth:

"Demon! You harmed my family!"

"I'm just kidding. The Taiwei died two days ago. How can I say that I did it? What's more, this kind of behavior is against the law of heaven. The Taiwei still feels that his body is strong these two days, and he will feel his body soon. Slowly decomposing while I was still awake, I thought I was sick, maybe even waited until the body was completely dead, the soul was still imprisoned in it, tortured, until I heard your cries on the day of the burial, and realized that I was already dead. I was freed." The Taoist said to him, and miraculously, the voice could be heard by him again, "Speaking of which, I still helped the Taiwei."

"A pack of smoke!"

"Take a breath."

"..."

The young man looked left and right, rushed over in a few steps, took off the picture of two tigers fighting for the mountain from the wall, and shook it in his hand.

"Wow!"

"Show yourself!"

The young man yelled.

I saw a cloud of gray smoke being shaken out of the painting, as if the ink stains had all turned into dust and were shaken out.

In an instant, there was only a roar, and two huge colorful tigers rushed out of the gray smoke and landed on the ground. The size of the tigers, which were much larger than normal tigers, gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Kill him to death!"

The young man pointed at Song You: "Avenge my father!"

"Aw..."

The two tigers immediately turned their heads and stared at the Taoist.

Just as he was about to rush over, he saw the Taoist and the tiger staring at each other, and asked casually, "I don't know you two tigers, but do you know that you are just a painting?"

When the words fell to the ground, both tigers were taken aback.

I just stood there and couldn't move.

The Taoist waved his hand again and said:

"Let's go back."

"Top!"

The two tigers exploded into ashes again.

Strange to say, the fierce tiger in this painting, like the hanged man, is afraid of being broken.

The person who is hanging for his life is already dead, he is hanging by spells, and he is also supported by his own belief. Once he is broken, his belief will collapse, and he will die if he realizes that he is dead.

The fierce tiger in the painting is a fantasy come true, it is hard to tell whether it is true or not. If you know that it is false, and believe in it, the tiger can be regarded as a breeze when it is in front of you. If you tell the truth, it will be difficult for the tiger to hurt you. If you don't know whether it is true or not, or if you don't know the truth about it, or if you know that it is false, but you are worried, just in case, if the tiger comes close and cannot calmly believe in it, you will also be hurt by it.

So when the Taoist said a word, they were stunned.

With another wave of the hand, they return to the painting.

However, the Taoist drove away such a huge two-headed tiger so easily and casually, which undoubtedly surprised the people around him.

Especially young men, almost weak-legged.

"Relying on your noble birth, you often do whatever you want in the city. There are mistakes in the first place. I punish you, but you don't know how to repent. Instead, you want to eat me." The Taoist shook his head at the young man, "However, I think about my step. It was because of my father's death that I was angry for a while, and I didn't know the reason, so I mistakenly thought that I killed my father, and it was justifiable, so I didn't take my life."

Pause:

"However, the death penalty can be avoided, and the crime of living is inevitable. I will think about it again and again, and I will give my foot a life of dumbness. I hope that after I don't listen or speak, I will calm down and think a lot, and wake up as soon as possible. As before, if I do more good deeds from now on, it may be possible. A day of unraveling."

The young man continued to open his mouth, but he could no longer make a sound. However, he was already deaf and couldn't hear his own voice at all. He didn't know if he could speak, so he kept opening and closing.

Judging by the shape of his lips, he is scolding something.

Song You waved his hand, and he fainted.

There were three people left in the room.

The Taoist looked over one by one.

"Plop!"

The butler fell to his knees, kowtowed, and waved his hands again and again, speechless.

The Taoist waved to him.

"Immortal Master, please forgive me!"

The housekeeper immediately made a sound, and after hearing it, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he repeatedly begged for mercy: "Master Immortal, please forgive me, this matter has nothing to do with the villain!"

The Taoist turned his attention to the remaining two.

"Plop!"

The painter also knelt on the ground.

"Master Immortal, please forgive me! The villain is just a painter. He was chased and killed by Jianghu people some time ago, and escaped by hiding in the Taiwei's mansion. If he went out and was caught by Jianghu people, his life would be worse than death. The Taiwei called Xiao At first, the villain refused to draw a portrait of the immortal master, but he threatened his life, so the villain has no choice but to ask the immortal to spare his life!"

The Taoist didn't speak, but only looked at the housekeeper.

"This statement is not false..."

The butler said tremblingly.

"Immortal Master, please forgive me!"

"Grandmaster, don't panic, I'm not someone easy to kill." Song You said lightly, "Grandmaster's skills are supernatural, since he is being coerced by others, and he has no intention of harming you, how can I dare to hurt you?"

"Thank you, Master Immortal."

"Please get up quickly."

"Thank you very much..."

Song You finally looked at the middle-aged Taoist.

The attitude is obvious, one by one liquidation.

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes flickered, but he still bowed to him, and asked: "The poor Taoist surname is Mu Mingshou, and his Taoist name is Pingqiuzi. He once studied Taoism at the Luming Mountain Shinyan Temple. I don't know where you practiced in the fairy mountain cave? "

"Yinyang Mountain Fulong Temple."

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist's complexion was extremely bright, and he quickly gave a deep salute: "It's actually the immortal teacher of Fulongguan. The poor Taoist has eyes and doesn't recognize real people. If he offends the immortal teacher, please forgive him."

"Why are you here?"

"I don't want to hide from the immortal master, the old Taiwei Yu Pindao had the grace to save his life. Today, the yamen was punished by the immortal master, so he asked someone to invite the poor Taoist, intending to use the painting as a matchmaker to cast a spell on the immortal master." The middle-aged Taoist insisted. Scratching his scalp, he said, "So that the immortal master will know that the Taiwei's Mansion is not easy to mess with, and come here to break the curse."

"How do you plan to treat me if you don't know what to do?"

"The Taiwei told me not to hurt the immortal master's life, but to let the immortal master notice it. So Pindao planned to cast a little curse to make the immortal master notice it."

"You lied."

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke truthfully: "The poor Taoist wanted to cast the body-death curse, so that my husband would be tortured by it, his whole body festered, and he had to go back to the Taiwei's mansion to undo the curse in exchange for undoing the curse. "

"What do you think, what should I do?"

"Taiwei Yu Pindao had the grace to save his life, no matter what, he should repay it. If he offended the immortal master, he will be punished by the immortal master. The poor Taoist will never complain."

"Since you are a Taoist of the Luming Mountain Mantra, why don't you practice on the mountain, but go down the mountain and cause chaos?"

"The mountain is clean and repaired, and the poor can't stay."

"Does the Mantra teach all these mantras?"

"This is what Pindao learned from the warlocks after he went down the mountain."

"I see."

"Please punish the immortal master."

"The way you use your feet is to return the body of your feet." Song You paused, "However, there is absolutely no reason to repay one for one in a fight. So please refrain from speaking for the rest of your life, don't speak, don't cast spells, How about going back to Luming Mountain to clean up and practice well, if there is a day when the practice is complete, it will be untied naturally, how about it?"

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment, and then he handed over:

"Follow the instructions of the immortal master!"

Song You waved his hand and turned back into the painting.

Several people lowered their heads and did not dare to look more.

The room has become quiet.

When they looked up again, they saw a young Taoist in the painting, which was clearly the same as when the painting was completed. Then they heard a sound of Peng Ran, and the painting ignited spontaneously, and burned to ashes in a short while.

Except for the painter, everyone else was speechless.

"..."

Time seemed to freeze for another moment.

The middle-aged Taoist already felt itching on his body. When he first noticed it, he just felt discomfort on the skin, like ants crawling. After only a moment, it was like a hard grass. He frowned, pursed his lips tightly, and just turned his head to look at the painter beside him, his eyes glistening. After a while, he finally gave up and shook his head.

Immediately pick up a pen and write on the table:

"Grandmaster is carrying a peerless secret treasure. It is difficult to get out of this matter. Please leave quickly."

The painter was shocked when he saw it.

Then hurriedly bowed and saluted:

"Thank you sir!"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't say anything, but waved his hand.

The painter didn't dare to say more, he just left here quickly.

At this time, Taoist's body was bitten like a mosquito.

He couldn't be more familiar with this feeling. Since he went down the mountain and wandered in the rivers and lakes of Changjing, he didn't know how many people he had used this kind of spell to deal with.

Personal experience at this time is also considered retribution.

Thanks to the leader of the "Wind Thorn Slaughter God", bow and show your chest!