Yuan Huaimin shook his head like a rattle.

Wu Daozi laughed and said:

"Then don't look too much at it. Your talent for painting is so good. What if you accidentally learn it? If you don't pay me back, I'll ask someone to explain to you."

Yuan Huaimin did not accept the old man's joke and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Wu, besides you, is there anyone else in this painting?"

Wu Daozi blinked and asked jokingly:

"Why, there's only one old man here and you're still not crowded? How many more do you want?"

There was an unspeakable expression on Yuan Huaimin's face.

He actually vaguely guessed what Mr. Wu was going to do. Mr. Wu was not the only one here today. He couldn't tell.

It was because of him that he opened the way for today's major events.

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but feel like he had gotten into a big trouble, but for some reason, he was quite familiar with this feeling, so he didn't panic too much. Maybe it was because he had gotten into so many troubles before that he had become a professional - he occasionally drank to show off.

When I die, I will look back and wonder, how could one person cause such a big disaster?

However, in Xunyang City for such a long time, it may be because Brother Lianghan is here. Every time he is about to get into trouble, Brother Lianghan will help him, and he feels quite at ease. But this time without Lianghan, he has some feelings that he has not seen for a long time.

Little panic.

Yuan Huaimin confirmed in a low voice again:

"Mr. Wu, are you serious about this? Is there really no one in the painting?"

Wu Daozi shrugged helplessly:

"What are you thinking about? How can a living person enter the painting? It's something that even the heavenly beings in China can't do. Only the immortals in fairy tales can do this kind of thing. Do you really think that I am an immortal?"

"That immortal-sir, you-"

"As I said just now, I am not a living person."

Before Yuan Huaimin could be frightened, Wu Daozi added:

"Of course he's not dead, he's just a bad painter. He painted too many paintings. Why don't he come in and sit in the painting? As for the others, they can't paint, so naturally they can't sit in.

Yuan Huaimin boldly asked:

"Mr. Wu, so what are you going to do, are you the only one? Will there be a little less people——"

"What, you want to help? Young people are quite discerning."

Yuan Huaimin made a sad face: "No, helping hands? It's almost like taking lives————."

At this time, Wu Daozi suddenly turned his head and said something incomprehensible:

"Hey, this white mist has such a use."

Yuan Huaimin followed the old man's gaze with a curious face, turned his head and looked, and found that the bronze shaft suspended in the air had changed.

I saw that the shaft had been silently coated with a layer of green paint, covering the original dark red blood spots on the blood bronze.

Yuan Huaimin was confused: "Is this————rusty?"

Wu Daozi smiled instead of being annoyed, nodded and said:

"Blood bronze is prone to rusting when exposed to water and moisture, and will cover up blood spots. This white mist is aimed at this."

Wu Daozi took out a withered hand from behind, touched the bronze shaft with green rust, and said in a somewhat appreciative tone:

"In this way, not only will the speed of spiritual energy injected into the blood bronze slow down, but also for the blood bronze connected to the Taoyuan Sword Formation, the sword energy of the Cauldron Sword transmitted through the air will also be greatly reduced, or even stagnate directly, destroying the sword formation.

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The little old man with squinting eyes said with emotion:

"It seems that there are quite a few smart people in this pseudo-Zhou court."

After saying this, Wu Daozi turned around and asked Yuan Huaimin curiously:

"However, don't they know that Yunmeng Jianze is their ancestor when it comes to the use of blood bronze?"

"Ancestor?"

Yuan Huaimin looked puzzled, and after a while, he asked thoughtfully:

"Mr. Wu, is that Yunmeng Ling also made of blood bronze?"

"You should be careful."

Yuan Huaimin asked again: "Doesn't that mean that all Yunmeng Lings that have entered the range of the twin peaks have become ineffective?"

Wu Daozi asked with great interest: "Do you know what Yunmeng Jianze is trying to do by issuing Yunmeng Ling?"

Yuan Huaimin pondered for a moment and replied:

"According to what Mr. Wu revealed - is it the same as [Han Shi] and the Peach Blossom Spring painting, used for the Peach Blossom Spring Sword Formation? Yunmeng Ling is actually a tripod sword, or a second-class tripod?"

Wu Daozi smiled:

"In Yunmeng Jianze's eyes, Tao Yuanming is an unskilled thief, let alone these guys who have stolen things from thieves now."

After saying this, Wu Daozi looked calm, turned around and walked to the bookcase, took out a blank scroll and spread it out in the air.

This blank scroll is very long. It was originally prepared by Yuan Huaimin to depict the scene of the celebration ceremony, but the old man borrowed it without mercy.

Wu Daozi glanced at the scenery on the other side of the river, held an ink pen in his hand, stood in front of the scroll, and started copying with an interesting expression.

Yuan Huaimin looked over and saw that Mr. Wu was rapidly drawing the rivers and mountains on both sides of the bank.
Chapter completed!