Fairy Citrus

When approaching the junction of Beicheng, Mo Fang suddenly heard cursing.

There is a painting gallery over there, and a group of people have already surrounded the painting gallery.

There is only one troublemaker.That man was a little bastard with cruel eyes.He was swearing, and holding a shiny knife, he gestured at the two young men in front of the gallery, his words were muddy, probably something like "Don't dare to reject me".

Mo Fang learned from the onlookers that the troublemaker was a local street bully.He was sent to Wuhoutang Prison for beating an old man in the street and was imprisoned for two years.

After coming out, this guy has been honest for a while, and recently found that the boy next door was very handsome, so he followed him to the art gallery and showed his love to him.

Unexpectedly, the neighbor already has a lover - another painter who runs the gallery with him.

The gangsters were hit hard by this.

The gangster thinks he is very masculine, and the performance of a person like him who has been hit is by no means crying in a corner, but hitting the person who hit him, no matter whether it is reasonable or not.

So there is today's matter.

"Too much deceit!" At this moment, the lover of the gangster's neighbor finally couldn't bear it anymore, showed his paintbrush, and wanted to fight with the gangster.

Although the world of sword and sword cultivation is dominated by swords, many other things can also be used as weapons. If the practice is proper, they can also reach a very high level.

The painter is not a weak person, but he is angry - Mo Mian analyzed the current situation and watched quietly.

Fighting hand to hand, flames splattered and thick ink danced.

In terms of skill and strength alone, the painter is not weak, but he seldom engages in such fights, and his heart is quite pressured, so his posture and movements become stiff.What's more, when the lover is by the side, sometimes they want to disregard themselves and step forward to help, because they are worried that the lover will be injured, it is even more difficult to do so.

The gangster is just the opposite. People like him are used to being provocative and being watched by everyone.The harder others scolded him, the more excited he became.The farther his notoriety was spread, the happier he was.

Under such a state of mind, the gangster can be said to be more courageous as he fights.

When the onlookers started to move towards the outer circle, Mo Fang didn't move.He watched the painter being forced back by the gangster, and retreated to his side.

"Green landscape, broken branches—" Mo Fang whispered.

Hearing this, the painter suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization, rushed forward, outlined with a few strokes, and wrapped around the short knife blade.

The situation changed suddenly, and he couldn't get in or retreat. Finally, he lost his position and fell backwards on his back.

"Who is fighting and causing trouble?" At this time, several Wuhoutang servants rushed over after hearing the news. They also understood a thing or two when they saw the habitual offender lying on their backs and the mess in front of the gallery. It was just self-defense, so he only took the gangster away.

"Thank you just now." After the crowd dispersed, the two painters saluted Mo Fang to thank him, and then invited him to the gallery to have a look, saying that they wanted to give him a painting as a thank you gift.

Mo Mian was not very interested in Xie Li, but he had nothing to do, so he followed them into the gallery to visit.

The business here is not bad, and the two are loyal to painting, so it can be said that they hit it off.The people, things, and things painted are all full of spirit.

Mo Fang stopped suddenly, staring at the words on a hanging painting - Taoist Ruoxu.

"Your Excellency must have heard of him?" said the painter, "This man looks very strange, but he is quite confident in his appearance. Every time there is an art gallery in Beicheng District, he volunteers to make materials for painters. For publicity, the premise is that his portrait must be hung in a conspicuous place for people to admire and admire... Ah, sir, is it possible that he is interested in this painting? This is a pity, we have an agreement with the Taoist priest, not to sell or send his portrait..."

"It doesn't need to be sold or given away, how about lending it to me?"

Long Qiuzong, the master of Wuhoutang, has a pair of light black eyes with a smile.

For his position, he is still very young.Nine years ago, at the age of 16, he took over this important task from his master. Under the eyes of doubts, he has maintained the stable operation of Wuhoutang until today.

Does this person really abide by the impartiality of the Dharma?There are various theories in the market.In fact, people are more inclined to think that people sitting in this position will not be so clean.

Longqiu Zong's style and appearance are indeed not in line with the cleanliness in the eyes of ordinary people.

He never raises his eyebrows, never frowns tightly, and the most frequent expression on his face is a smile.

He never sits upright, prefers to spread his legs, pull his clothes straight, and lean forward with his elbows on his knees.

His voice was not serious either. When the two of them were brought in front of him, he said slowly in a gentle and tense tone: "He Zong, Your Excellency He Chengqi and Daoist Ruoxu, I have seen you for a long time."

"Long time no see." He Chengqi also smiled slightly, and greeted him with cupped hands.

"The dispute between the two of you—" Long Qiuzong took the long pleading paper from the case, read through the content of the complaint against He Xinju, and then raised his head to let the two of them understand what it said.

"What I want to judge is whether the Crane Heart Ju Immortal Stone will disfigure the user. If the answer is no, the Taoist priest will probably return disappointed."

At the end of Longqiu Zong's words, Daoist Ruoxu widened his mung bean eyes, and wrinkled his pig's waist, the hair of the auspicious mole, because of the tightening of the face, almost gathered into one.

"If the answer is yes, the Taoist priest will get the corresponding compensation——"

When Long Qiuzong said this, Daoist Ruoxu suddenly smiled again, the lines on his purple face were soft and undulating, and the auspicious mole had long hairs, so he was shaking unceasingly.

"But it's more than that." Long Qiuzong suddenly looked at He Chengqi, the smile in his eyes disappeared, "The punishment you will receive at that time will not be as simple as compensation to the Taoist priest."

He Chengqi nodded lightly, and said calmly: "It's okay for the hall master to check, I can guarantee that there will be absolutely no problems with the things sold by Hexin Residence."

Long Qiuzong patted the armrest of the seat lightly, and said with a light smile, "Don't worry, both of you, I will verify it myself."

"Then it's time to work." The Taoist took out a sphere from his sleeve and handed it to Longqiu Zong.

"Mr. He, is this object sold by your He Xin residence?" Long Qiuzong brought the sphere in front of He Chengqi.

This sphere is about the size of an egg, round and white, with protruding lines in the middle, and the carving is meticulous, showing the shape of twin dragons coiled.

This dragon pattern is not carved by a skilled craftsman with tools, but is transformed by immortal power, so it is even more lifelike.

He Chengqi picked it up, and saw the fairy stone shimmering, and the dragon pattern seemed to be alive, with a slight shaking of his head and body.

"This item is not only sold by Hexin Residence, but also produced in my own fairy space. To be sure, let me have a try." He Chengqi said.