Li Tang, Lin'an County, a pavilion outside Qingyang Town,

It's midnight,

The yin wind outside the pavilion,

A moon hangs high in the sky, and low tombs are densely covered with trees and shadows. This dilapidated pavilion was built by the mass grave. Passersby rarely rest during the day and avoid it at night.

On this night, in the long pavilion,

But there was a young man painting as if no one else was there.

However, with just a few strokes, some portraits of the evil spirit were outlined on the wooden pillar. I saw that the person in the painting had a leopard head, a ring of eyes, a drooping hair and a drooping temple, and his appearance was very ugly. However, before the painting was finished, he faintly revealed his own power without anger.

"It's almost done..."

After reading it, the young man picked up his pen and stood up straight. He bit the tip of the pen and looked at his paintings carefully. Although he had a very charming appearance, he always felt that he was still a little bit short.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The sound of the wind whimpered in the distance, and it sounded like a lonely ghost who was no one worshipped, which was quite horrifying, but the young man turned a deaf ear and thought about it himself and started painting.

At some point, several clusters of miserable green phosphorus fires rose from the desolate graves, and they were never destroyed when they met the water and grew in the wind. They were floating towards the pavilion, and a twisted face appeared faintly from the fire.

There were even rustling sounds coming from the deserted grave, as if a wild ghost was discussing the more delicious and delicious young man's internal organs.

“What’s wrong with that?”

Inside the pavilion,

Xu Ping'an frowned and was only concerned about painting, but the sudden cold wind made him shudder subconsciously. Then he remembered that he was still in a mass grave, and this was the first time he had faced so many ghosts at the same time.

Don’t you know if Zhong Kui can be suppressed in this painting?

...

Calculate the days, I have been in Li Tang for ten years, but I gradually discovered that this world is not the peaceful and prosperous era in history, but it is more like the version of the Tang Dynasty described in unofficial history.

According to the fortune teller named Li from the east end of Zhen,

Today, Zi is arrogant and useless and does not know the integrity, and all officials in the court are flattering but not shameful. Although the national strength seems to be at its peak, the fortune of the dynasty has become prosperous and declined. The resentment of the people in the market is growing, ghosts are rampant in the countryside and forests, and monsters are rampant on the border. This is a sign of chaos in the world.

At first I didn't believe it, after all, I counted my age. Now it's only the first year of Tianbao, and Li Tang said that he still has more than a hundred years of luck, even if he is the biggest disaster, he will still have thirteen years to go.

Xu Ping'an also asked his master for advice.

However, according to his master, the situation seems to be even more critical. The world has already been full of big monsters. Locust monsters swept across the land and starved to death in the northwest. Tree monsters in the southeast cover the sky and cover the sun for thousands of miles. Even the sky is not peaceful. There are dog monsters who swallow the sun and the world has not shined light for a long time. In short, the world outside is very dangerous.

Fortunately, senior masters like masters have successively defeated demons and demons, and are willing to sacrifice their lives and forge ahead to bring peace to the people of the world.

As the saying goes,

The capable one can help the world, and the weak one can only protect themselves.

I have practiced with my master for ten years and entered the Tao with paintings. Although I have the benefits of travelers to fight monsters and upgrade, I have poor talent and slow practice. If I don’t work hard to kill monsters.

How can you live in this big world in the future?

"How can a mere lonely ghost mess up our minds right now?"

"It's just an upgraded nutrient!"

After Xu Ping'an understood his thoughts, he snorted coldly and said with a righteous spirit. Then he looked at the ghost fires with his eyes, and suddenly remembered the legend of Zhong Kui eating hundreds of ghosts a day in his previous life.

"Now I draw Zhong Kui on my grave..."

"Isn't there a ghost in your stomach?"

When I looked at the portrait on the wooden pillar again, I suddenly saw my ink and immediately picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink to make up for the painting. The process was flowing, and it was pleasing to the eye. When I finished the pen, there was a subtle light blending into the ink along the tip of the pen.

Xu Ping'an knew that this was the essence of heaven and earth.

Although it is far from comparable to the great monks' methods mentioned by the master, you can ask a fierce god and draw a dead ghost, and you can easily use such trivial methods.

Xu Ping'an stopped writing and looked at the abdomen of the evil god on the pillar, which was originally burly, had a little bulge, and a pair of wooden chopsticks appeared between his empty fingers, which was a little more spiritual than before.

Then he threw a bowl of black dog blood onto the wooden pillar. The fierce god's clothes were completed, with a bright red color and a fierce face. It looked even more terrifying than the evil ghost from afar.

"It's much more pleasing to you now..."

When the painting was formed, the evil spirit on the wooden pillar seemed to come alive. The dark black ring eyes passed through the little ghost in the mass grave outside Xu An's pavilion, which was very impressive.

"It's done!"

Xu Ping'an picked up the pen and turned sideways, and the evil spirit showed his appearance.

Suddenly,

The mass grave in front of me can be heard, and the whispers between the graves suddenly stopped. Even the whimpering sound of the wind stopped, and the clusters of green phosphorus fires were even more at a loss in the air...

"I'm sorry, Master Zhong Tian..."

After seeing the results, Xu Ping'an bowed to the portrait of Zhong Kui on the wooden pillar. Although his realm was low, he thought he could invite the evil god to a little bit.

As Ping An expected,

Soon, a fierce aura gushed out of the portrait, and instantly wrapped around the human-faced ghost fire outside the pavilion, which was stuck by chopsticks and could not move.

Then a few sounds of swallowing were heard, and the little ghosts disappeared, leaving only a few pairs of plucked-out ghost eyes and asphalt-black ghost blood left on the ground.

At the same time, the extremely faint vitality floated out from the place where the little ghost disappeared into Xu Ping'an's body, and the experience bar in his mind was squirming with a progress that was invisible to the naked eye.

Before I knew it, I had been stuck in Level 89 for more than a year.

"well……"

"My little realm is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from those legendary great practitioners... I don't know when I can explore this bizarre world..."

Thinking of this, Xu Ping'an sighed lightly. After all, the outside world is very dangerous. During these ten years, he had worked tirelessly throughout the Lin'an realm to harvest all kinds of monsters one after another. Only then could he barely reach level 89.

Although no one has told me about the realm of this world, the master often says that his realm is low. If he leaves the novice village, he will easily be swallowed by those big monsters of level 4 or 500.

Well, after all, I have also played online games!

"Forget it, come again next time."

Xu Ping'an looked at the remaining wild ghosts who were shaking like sieves in the grave and waved his hands, then packed up his pen and ink and prepared to leave. After all, it is rare to find a treasure land that novices can level up. It cannot be harmed at once, and it must flow slowly.

"The hanged ghost that the widow in the village head next door turned into after being hanged and turned into a hanged ghost last night. Now there are only two ghosts left in the deep forest in the east, and there are only a naughty night-crying ghost left on the trail at the foot of the mountain in the west..."

On the road,

Xu Ping'an lowered his head and counted his fingers and was worried. He didn't know that the food was expensive if he was not in charge. Now there are fewer and fewer monsters used to upgrade.

The sad figure under the moon gradually faded away.

"When did this little Qingyang Town have such a powerful force?"

Abrupt,

A low moan of surprise sounded in the pavilion, and then the fierce portrait on the wooden pillar began to twist, and after a moment something came out of thin air.

Looking at it through the moonlight, it is exactly what Xu Ping'an painted.

I saw the fierce god wearing a big red robe, with his feet, a slim look, a scarf head and a hair, and he stepped out of the pavilion. The gust of cold wind turned into a breeze and blew his face. Even the moon in the sky spread out its halo and revealed its bright body.

However, the lonely ghost hiding in the tombs crawled directly on the ground, for fear of attracting the attention of the fierce god, and the few little ghosts who were closer were even more scared to death.

But Zhong Kui ignored it, his eyes just fell in the direction where Xu Ping'an disappeared for a long time, and finally nodded thoughtfully.

“Woo woo…”

Perhaps the panic around Zhong Kui was too strong, and although he could not see any movement, he just stayed. The little ghosts in the deep area of ​​the mass grave could not resist and couldn't help but wail.

Zhong Kui felt bored when he heard the sound and was about to leave.

After all, a few little ghosts can't fill their stomachs, and at most they can scare strangers and become unfamiliar, so they have no intention of taking action.

"But, such an immortal master is still worried about the sufferings of the people in the countryside and does everything himself. Now I am so big, I am really ashamed..."

Zhong Kui suddenly thought of the words Xu Ping'an had silly before leaving. His vicious face actually showed a hint of shame, and then he stopped hesitating.

He abandoned the wooden chopsticks in his hand, caught the ghost with his left hand, and pointed his eyes with his right hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. In just a few breaths, he ate the little ghost in the mass grave cleanly.

"The dense forest in the east, the foot of the mountain in the west..."

"Although I'm a little devil, I won't be jealous..."

After Zhong Kui's thoughts came to the sky, his eyes widened, his tiger's beard raised, and he suddenly opened his mouth and sucked. The evil spirits within the territory of Lin'an County only felt an irresistible suction force coming from his head.

Whether it is winning fish, tiger accomplice, or burying ghosts, or crying at night, they all turn into trickles and are sucked in by the evil god's mouth, like a whale swallowing the sea and drinking.

Until the hour of Mao, when the Chaoyang was rising, Lin'an County was in the evil spirit. The turbid air dissipated and the clear air rose. I just felt that in the world, the sky was blue and the sun was bright and the universe was bright.

"Don't thank the Immortal Master!"

"It is Zhong's fortune to share the worries of the immortal master."

Stop,
Chapter completed!