study!

The fragrance of books is filled with refreshing hearts.

The Ten Kings of Hell walked to Lin Fan's study and felt the Taoist rhyme all over the room.

Only then did I know that the four murals of the study were painted.

The magical axe is vivid and vivid, and the charm is full of charm, which is like a masterpiece of the world.

If you have a little insight, you will be able to enter the painting and cannot extricate yourself.

God-man!

The Ten Kings of Hell were amazed and deeply shocked.

I feel that every calligraphy and painting is a stunning treasure. Even if it is placed in the fairy world, it is one of the best secret treasures, which is very touching.

However, the Ten Palaces of Hell thought that this was the holy place of the Holy Lord's cultivation. Even if he knew that the secret treasures of calligraphy and painting were extraordinary, he would not dare to have any covetousness, nor would he dare to understand it by himself.

Therefore, the Ten Kings of Hell can only keep their minds firmly.

Even so, the powerful Taoist aura that was filled with surging people still suppressed them so much that they felt very uncomfortable.

Now they finally understood why Zhong Kui was included in the portrait.

Just one stroke of the Saint Lord's essay can directly control their life and death. This is so terrifying.

King Yama had been in contact with Lin Fan for a long time, and could not stop being curious and asked in awe: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm taking the liberty, are these calligraphy and paintings your holy works?"

"Yes, I have a boring day, I can practice calligraphy and painting, but it's just a hobby, and it's hard to be elegant." Lin Fan smiled back.

Hobby?

King Yama and the others were so shocked that they burst into cold sweat. Just by loving them as much as they like, they could create masterpieces that were as powerful as spiritual treasures.

A saint is a saint, and it is fate at will.

The Ten Palaces of Hell were trembling, and I really couldn't figure out where they got the courage, and they dared to offend the Saint.

With the cultivation of the Saint Lord, they may be wiped out by just breathing their breath.

Looking at the Daoyun Holy Paintings all over the room, King Yama felt nervous and aweful, and even more regretful of asking for painting.

After all, all the works of the Holy Lord are saints and the most precious treasures.

If the Saint Lord misunderstood that he was greedy for secret treasures, wouldn’t he offend the Saint Lord?

Lin Fan didn't think too much and smiled slightly: "Xiao Yan, if you are really interested in calligraphy and painting, I have this ready-made one. Why don't you just pick a few pictures?"

Damn it!

King Yama was so scared that he knelt down on the ground and said in panic: "Sir, forgive me. Xiao Yan has no intention of greed for the holy treasure. He really admires Mr.'s talent."

Lin Fan was speechless. Although he was very confident in his painting skills, he would not praise him like this, but he did greatly satisfy Lin Fan's vanity.

"No, you have a good vision." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Although I have a vulgar look, I still have deep admiration for Mr. Saint Works." King Yama sweated coldly and his tone was weak: "It's Little Yan who is ignorant and ignorant, and he really dares to let Mr. Saint Works anymore. After all, Mr. Saint Works really makes me feel panic and uncomfortable."

"Xiao Yan, are you blowing your head too much? Why does it feel like a kind of irony?" Lin Fan frowned.

"I dare not, I must not. Xiao Yan is truly in awe and has no desire to offend." King Yama was scared to death. Why did he feel that he was getting darker and darker as he drew.

King Qin Guang and the others were also trembling. If King Yama accidentally offended the Supreme Saint, even they would suffer.

"It's just a painting, it's not that exaggerated." Lin Fan rolled his eyes.

Although being praised can make Lin Fan happy, if you over-say, you will feel a little fake.

Seeing Lin Fan so modest, King Yama finally understood the meaning of the Saint.

Yes, the Holy Lord has always been low-key and regards Weibao as dirt.

If you flatter me repeatedly, the Holy Lord will feel that his flatter me is too exaggerated.

"Mr. I'm right, I'm a rough man, not good at expressing himself, but I really admire his talent. If there is any misunderstanding, I hope he will be more grateful."

"Then do you want this calligraphy or painting?"

"I…"

King Yama is difficult to get rid of a tiger, and he is difficult to suffer internal injuries.

He said he wanted it, but he was afraid that the Holy Lord would misunderstand his intentions.

But I said I didn't want it, but I was afraid that the Holy Lord thought he was false and flattered.

After a few years of entanglement, King Yan still plucked up the courage to say: "Xiao Yan saw the poems that Mr. Little Yan had a very artistic conception. Just write a calligraphy and painting in his essay."

Just essays. If he gave the Taoist rhyme like these holy treasures in the study, he would really not be able to bear it.

"Okay, it's the time, and this poem is indeed very artistic." Lin Fan smiled slightly.

Unable to help, spread out a piece of rice paper.

Grind ink and hold the pen.

Lin Fan's temperament transformed, like a sage Confucianism possessed, and a pure Confucianism and Taoism filled with him.

"Confucianism!"

The Ten Palaces of Hell was stunned.

If it were not for the creation of the Saint Lord's deity and the creation of the body and spirit, it would be impossible to withstand such a powerful saintly energy of Confucianism and Taoism.

King Yama is under pressure, isn’t he talking about essays? The Holy Lord is so casual, isn’t it too scary?

Now that things have come to this point, King Yama and the others dare not disturb the Holy Lord's interest.

Lin Fanyi held the pen and entered the state automatically.

The holy hand holds the pen, the dragon and the phoenix dance, vigorous and powerful, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Between the lines, the great roads are filled with eclipse, and they come out of paper, which is intimidating the mind.

The King of Hell dared not understand it by himself, but the infinite Taoist aura still strongly impacted their minds.

One wave after another, like a huge mountain, suppressing the body and spirit.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.

Plop!

The Ten Kings of Hell knelt on the ground and shivered.

Such a powerful and vast aura of the Saint Confucianism oppressed them torn apart.

It’s too stressful, and it feels like it can shake their body and spirit. Is the Saint deliberately punishing them?

It's a pitfall!

King Qin Guang and the others stared at King Yan Luo with resentment on their faces, asking for whatever paintings, just let it go, but they even dragged them into the water together. This is not unjustly to death.

King Yama was also extremely regretful and did not dare to act rashly, and he acted smartly to figure out the thoughts of the Saint.

You'll be punished.

I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart.

After writing, Lin Fan let out a light sigh and smiled narcissisticly: "It's done, my handwriting is still so beautiful. Even in my previous life, I'm afraid I can crush those so-called masters of calligraphy."

When I looked up, I saw the Ten Kings of Hell crawling on the ground, trembling constantly.

"You... are just writing a word. As for you to be so exaggerated, you are really useless!" Lin Fan looked disgusted.

"What sir taught us is that we are not promising."

"You can still speak so honestly without any prospects. I think you really have to find some serious things to do, so don't do all the mess."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely devote myself to practicing Taoism and be a good person."

"You guys can teach you, but you can't always like to kneel down. I'm afraid that if I kneel down again, I have to kneel away."

"Habit is habit."

"Then you really have to change your habits."

"yes…"

The Ten Palaces of Hell were so scared that the Holy Lord was not angry, so he was shocked and was in danger.

"Okay, seeing that you are so dedicated, I will give you these calligraphy and paintings." Lin Fan rolled up the calligraphy and paintings and handed them to King Yan Luo.

"Sir, I'm sorry, Xiao Yan really can't bear it."

"Didn't you ask for calligraphy and painting? Now you say you can't afford it, so why bother me?"

"I…"

King Yama was frightened and decided: Just die!

"Then thank you sir." King Yama raised his hands and took the calligraphy and painting respectfully.

Sink!

As soon as I fell down my hand, it felt like a mountain was pressing down.

King Yama shivered and almost failed to take it.

Lin Fan glanced at him: "Hands are shaking so hard that I can't even hold a painting. Isn't this guy having Parkinson's disease?"
Chapter completed!