Either someone died here, or Xu Qiang in front of you is a dead person.
In that instant, I seemed to understand why the fat woman hadn't let me come here to look for Xu Feng.
No matter which direction you look at it from, this place exudes an eeriness.
"Please have some tea, both of you. My father is still entertaining guests, so please forgive him if there is anything he cannot do for us!"
After Xu Qiang served us tea, he remained as kind and gentle as ever.
From a purely etiquette standpoint, there's not a single fault to be found.
The problem is that we're stuck in this dead atmosphere.
And that eerie landscape painting.
I simply nodded slightly, then glanced at the landscape painting.
"Hey! Brother Chen, this landscape painting is pretty good, it looks quite old!"
Seeing that I was interested in painting, Lao Dao quickly spoke up.
However, the criticism backfired, because the landscape painting itself had little artistic value.
It was probably just a casual sketch by some unprofessional person.
The only reason I glanced at it was because it was shrouded in an aura of death, nothing more.
"Oh? This painting seems to have been brought by my father when he came to Haopo Village. It is said to have been given to him by a Taoist master."
However, I have no idea what their specific background is.
Xu Qiang explained the origin of the painting to me and Lao Dao.
I was a little surprised after hearing that.
This seemingly ordinary painting has been treasured by Xu Fengzhen for so many years.
It was even hung in such an important place as the reception room.
At this moment, my lightning sword suddenly vibrated violently.
Buzz!
"Old buddy, it's alright, it's alright."
I gently comforted Lei Jijian.
This magical artifact itself possesses a spirit, and having fought alongside me many times, it was able to sense that something was amiss long ago.
Lei Jijian's reaction was to be expected.
"Is the old gentleman also a Taoist master?"
Seeing that my Thunder Strike Sword was so intelligent, Xu Qiang took the opportunity to ask a question.
"I dare not accept the title of Celestial Master. I am only half a member of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect). I am seeking your father because I need his help."
My humble yet confident reply only made Xu Qiang think more highly of me.
He said he would go into the room to get us fresh tea.
After Xu Qiang left, I quickly got up and went to the landscape painting.
For some reason, upon closer inspection, the landscape painting in front of me underwent subtle changes.
"That's really strange. Just now it looked like a mountain, but now it doesn't look like a mountain anymore. Old Dao, this painting is something else!"
I couldn't help but sigh.
It looks completely different from a distance and up close.
The scenes are constantly changing.
"Brother Chen, did you just discover something? You seemed quite interested in it."
Old Dao also got up and went to the side of the painting. He observed it for a long time but couldn't find anything unusual.
"Because someone died in this painting, it has a layer of deathly aura on it! Stay away from it, or you'll get tainted by it!"
I glanced at Old Knife, deliberately trying to scare him.
I'm exaggerating a bit. This painting just has a layer of deathly aura. Even if Old Dao came into contact with it, there wouldn't be any major side effects.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Lao Dao took two steps back and his body trembled.
"Brother Chen, don't scare me. I feel like this painting is draining my yang energy."
Old Dao was numb. This kid was already timid, and now I scared him so much he almost peed his pants.
"Old Dao, I was just kidding. It's just a bit of death energy. It just means that a dead person has been in contact with it."
Unless there are special circumstances, it won't drain your yang energy!
Seeing that Lao Dao was about to wet himself in fear, I quickly explained.
"No, Brother Chen, there's something wrong with this painting!"
Old Dao's face turned red, as if he really couldn't breathe.
I was startled; judging from Lao Dao's demeanor, he didn't seem to be faking it.
He quickly took out a talisman, stuck it on Lao Dao's Tanzhong acupoint, and recited a spell.
Old Dao's condition then improved.
"What kind of eerie thing is this?"
After Lao Dao recovered, he cursed at the painting.
Obviously, no one expected this thing to be like this.
"Old Dao, look, hasn't this painting changed again?"
I pointed to the painting, which at this moment had transformed from a simple landscape into a landscape with figures.
There's a little girl in the painting; she looks pretty and somewhat familiar.
"Holy crap! Isn't that Hua Hua?!"
Old Dao blurted out, he hadn't expected the painting to turn out like this!
The person in the painting is Huahua!
"This thing is a bit strange, let's keep our distance!"
I pulled Lao Dao back a step.
After returning to the previous position, the strange feeling disappeared.
The figures in the painting have disappeared, and it has returned to being a pure landscape painting.
I've decided that once Xu Feng arrives, I'll take the painting from him and then make my choice.
Soon, Xu Qiang came down with a man in his fifties.
Needless to say, it was Xu Feng.
Xu Feng looked energetic and lively, unlike his son Xu Qiang.
Xu Feng didn't have any deathly aura at all; instead, he exuded a vibrant vitality.
This is completely different from what I expected.
"You two have been waiting for a long time. Qiang'er, please serve the two guests the best tea."
When Xu Feng saw Lao Dao and me, he instructed Xu Qiang, who was standing next to him, to serve us tea again.
Xu Qiang was very obedient and brewed us a pot of fresh tea.
Lao Dao and I greeted Xu Feng, which was a polite response.
Xu Feng sat in the main seat, his eyes fixed on me.
"Young man, you're here to solve the problem of getting old, right?"
Xu Feng's eyes could see through everything; he immediately recognized me as a young man.
"Yes! Mr. Xu, do you have a solution?"
I was a little excited inside, but I still tried to appear calm.
"Yes, I can cure your illness!"
Xu Feng spoke with absolute certainty and casualness.
"Then could you please take a look at my friend's..."
I smiled slightly and pointed at Old Knife.
Old Dao obediently handed his wrist to Xu Feng.
Xu Feng pretended to take Lao Dao's pulse, and after a moment, he looked at me.
"You're from Xujia Village?"
Xu Feng's expression changed noticeably.
He could tell that Old Knife and I came from Fox Village.
"Yes, we went through a lot in Fox Village, and I also gained this."
After I finished speaking, I rolled up my sleeves.
It revealed the eagle owl tattoo.
"The Owl God? How is that possible?"
Xu Feng looked at the tattoo with an incredulous expression.
He clearly didn't expect me to have this.
"You couldn't figure it out? Looks like you're not so great after all?"
Old Dao curled his lip when he saw Xu Feng's reaction.
Judging from Xu Feng's behavior just now, Lao Dao probably categorizes Xu Feng as a charlatan.
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