Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The people around immediately started whispering, and Lu Zhenren's face turned blue, and he stared at Zhao Xuehan fiercely.After a few moments, he quickly recovered the cold and calm demeanor that practitioners usually have.

"Why did you say that, sir." He said politely. "Your Excellency may not understand how Moxiu does evil."

"As a painter, this demon has lived in this town for five years. During this time, he has painted countless paintings for the villagers, and incorporated spells into the paintings."

"The talisman he uses is transformed into his cultivation by absorbing people's soul. The talisman stays with people for a long time, and it will slowly absorb the soul of the person. It will take many years to put people to death."

Master Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "This rune works for a long time, and it is extremely difficult to be discovered. This is also the reason why the mute has been using this spell to do evil without being noticed by other monks."

He said solemnly: "Moxiu has stayed in this town for a long time, and his evil methods are hidden. If he is not killed immediately, there is no other mystery in his painting. If it hurts the people because of this, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

Zhao Xuehan acted as if he had listened to what Master Lu said, and nodded suddenly: "Really? Then this demon cultivator is really sinister and vicious."

Then he lowered his head again, and put on a pensive look: "However, many people in this town have never bought a painting, and they died anyway. How can the immortal explain it?"

Lu Zhenren's face changed slightly. "Impossible..." He blurted out, then coughed lightly, and covered it up: "During my investigation, I didn't find this kind of person. You can explain it carefully, sir."

"The paintings sold by painters are not cheap." Zhao Xuehan said, "How could the kitchen guy who died a few days ago have the money to buy paintings?"

After hearing this, Master Lu smiled slightly, looking confident. "Buddy Wang Wu has a slop bucket with Mo Xiu's painting on it, and it has been used for many years. The villagers all know it."

"Is that so?" Zhao Xuehan said softly.

A few guys among the onlookers nodded.

Zhao Xuehan smiled.Although he was still afraid, he could somewhat control the current situation.Maybe he will be able to retreat in the end.

He reached into his arms, took out a wooden plank, and handed it to the boss in the front row of the crowd.

"Is this the board on Wang Wu's swill bucket?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

The boss stared blankly at the board with the daylilies painted on it for a while. "Yes... yes," he said, pointing to Wang Wu's name engraved on the board, "this is indeed Wang Wu's handwriting."

Zhao Xue coldly smiled: "What about this painting?"

The boss wondered: "Didn't it be painted by Moxiu?"

"Unfortunately, no," Zhao Xuehan said slowly, "this was painted by Wang Wu. A few days ago, when Wang Wu was hiding from the rain with the painter, the painter instructed Wang Wu to draw a new lily lily on the bucket, which was as beautiful as the painter's. The original works are very similar. Wang Wu was very happy and told everyone about it. I think everyone in the inn knew about it.”

"Yes... yes," the boss stared at the day lily, "Wang Wu did tell me. I also joked that with the painter's personal guidance, this bucket is the most valuable in his outfit."

"So there has always been a painting on this bucket," Zhao Xuehan said indifferently, turning his gaze to Lu Zhenren, "but it was always painted by Wang Wu himself. It has nothing to do with the spell."

"Since the artist didn't paint for Wang Wu at all, why did Wang Wu die so soon?" Zhao Xuehan wondered.

He looked at the monk in front of him, and smiled thoughtfully: "Realist Lu rarely goes to the inn, presumably only when he met Wang Wu by chance on the road, he vaguely saw the painting on his bucket, and then saw the color and shape of the painting. It is similar to the painter's style, so let's think of it as the painter's spell."

The boss and the carpenter listened to Zhao Xuehan's words, and then looked at Master Lu, as if they couldn't figure out the meaning of his words.The people around also turned their attention to Lu Zhenren, whispering,

Master Lu's complexion was extremely ugly, and his self-satisfaction disappeared. He laughed dryly, and still managed to maintain a polite posture and said to Zhao Xuehan: "Sir, do you suspect me?"

"Otherwise?" Zhao Xuehan raised his eyelids with a casual expression. "How does Master Lu explain it?"

"Say... maybe there is something wrong with the paint," Lu Zhenren's face was ashen, and his speech was a little stuttering. "Moxiu used his own paint for Wang Wu..."

Zhao Xuehan expected that the monk would say that.He shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "If this is the case, this demon cultivator is really a fool. He has been in this town for such a long time, and he can kill a person every few months and practice slowly without letting people Doubt. Why let so many people die in this village in the past few days, exposing yourself?"

The cultivator chuckled with a dark face: "Demon cultivators, how can we guess what we think?" He raised his chin and nodded towards the mute: "Maybe it's because he practiced slowly for five years, and his heart Anxiety and eagerness for success, so you do this kind of thing in a hurry."

"Really." Zhao Xuehan fiddled with the scabbard with his fingers, making a careless look, "I think this kind of thing is like the behavior of a passer-by in the village. They wantonly seize the soul and improve their cultivation level under the pretext of cultivating , and then prepare to leave quickly after blaming someone else." Doesn't Master Lu think that's not the case? "

Lu Zhenren's face darkened: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting." Zhao Xuehan chuckled lightly, and suddenly changed the subject: "Renren Lu is a disciple of the Jingming Sect, right? How many years have you been practicing as a teacher?"

Lu Zhenren quickly lowered his face. "What does this have to do with the Demon Cultivator?" He said coldly.

Zhao Xuehan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter." He pointed lightly in the direction of Master Lu with his fingers: "I heard the surrounding villagers call you Daoist, and I saw that you caught the demon cultivator and killed him without reporting it to the sect. In my heart, I directly believed that you were a powerful or guardian of the Jingming Sect. But I didn't expect..."

He rolled his eyes, and deliberately looked up and down Master Lu, "It's a bit subtle that such an imposing Master Lu is not even a monk of alchemy."

The monk's expression changed obviously.Before he had time to straighten his expression, he took two steps forward and asked in a deep voice, "So what if I'm not a monk of alchemy. Slaying demons and killing demons is just for the sake of eliminating harm for the people. It's easy to do, why bother to do it?"

"Not much." Zhao Xuehan smiled softly.He stood up straight, his eyes motionless, staring at Master Lu closely.

"This mute painter has lived in this village for five years. He is friendly with the villagers and lives a carefree life. He has also been engaged to the carpenter's daughter recently. He lives a happy life, and he can practice slowly or return to the vulgar. Why should he be blind at this moment when he doesn't know the so-called Massacring villagers without reason, and killing his fiancée for no reason?"

Zhao Xuehan pursed her lips and put on a serious expression.He raised his voice and speeded up his speech, trying to give the person in front of him a sense of oppression, while watching the inner activities of the people around him, he began to speak nonsense in a stern tone.

"It's you, Master Lu. As a monk of the famous school, you have practiced for many years but can't form alchemy. You don't retreat to improve, but you hang out in this small town on the border of the demon realm for many days. You hand out amulets, saying that they are protecting you from demons, but in this village After you appeared, more than 20 people died for no apparent reason.”

He sneered, "As soon as you build a foundation and practice swordsmanship, how can you have the ability to make this kind of amulet for the whole village. After all, this amulet is just a trick to deceive people." He blinked, "Is there another mystery?"

"Who is hindered in practice and eager for success?"

The crowd was in an uproar.Lu Zhenren's face turned pale.

"Bloody spout! What nonsense!" He opened his eyes wide and said loudly.

Zhao Xuehan glanced at him, but saw that his hands were clenched into fists and hid by his side, there seemed to be a breeze moving around his hands.

He was startled, afraid that this real Lu could not convince him, and planned to use the move just now to sneak attack.If this cultivator suddenly used the trick just now again, he wondered whether the simple scabbard he was wearing would be able to withstand it.

He hastily stretched out his hand to tear off the scabbard, wanting to block it temporarily, but unexpectedly his hand slipped, and the sheath came out of Zhao Xuehan's tiger's mouth and flew away diagonally upwards.

With a slap, it just hit Lu Zhenren in the face.

The wind in Lu Zhenren's hands disappeared, but his face was really frighteningly black.Zhao Xuehan yelled in his heart that it was not good, but his expression remained calm and serious.

"I advise you not to sneak attack," he said pretendingly, "I'm just expressing my opinion. If Master Lu wants to explain, he can explain. But if the two of us die here suddenly, no one can tell .”

Lu Zhenren touched the red strip on his face that was hit by the scabbard with his hand, snorted softly, and regained his composure.

"Sir, although you are eloquent, no matter how much you say, it's just speculation, and what you say is groundless." He patted his collar lightly and raised his head.

"But the devil is evil, we have direct evidence."

Zhao Xuehan froze for a moment, then looked back at the mute.The dumb face was pale, and he shook his head blankly at Zhao Xuehan.

He turned around and looked at the complacent Master Lu, gritted his teeth lightly, feeling a nameless sense of irritability in his heart.

He could have escaped quickly with the mute, but for some reason it was delayed here for so long.

If only it could kill someone.

If he could kill everyone in front of him, he would be able to run away with the mute.Zhao Xuehan thought gloomyly.