"I have something unknown. If, according to Brother Li, the power of this yellow tiger and wolf will be greatly damaged after harming people, then why are you so afraid? Is there anything strange?" Ye Wuque asked.

Jin Sheng also looked at him with a bright look. It was related to his life and he had no choice but to pay attention to it.

"It's not like that. It has entered the evil path and resentment can become its power. Also, it has lived for so long, and time is also its ability. We don't know what magic it can do."

Li Chengye sighed repeatedly and said, "If it were really what I guessed, the monster's body would have been decayed, and only the resentful spirits were left, which became increasingly difficult to deal with. It wasn't me that belittled Brother Ye, if there were only the remnant souls, the effect that Brother Ye could play would be very small."

Ye Wuque shook his teeth. It was true that he practiced martial arts and his physical strength was strong, but the effect on the physical energy of the resentful spirit was very limited.

"Brother Li, Brother Zhao, can't I help any more?" Ye Wuque asked unwillingly. The feeling of being unable to do it was really uncomfortable.

Especially since he couldn't watch Jin Sheng suffer, he felt that he couldn't put in the effort.

"You can help. People who practice martial arts are like a furnace, with a huge qi and strong yang energy, and have the effect of destroying evil and strengthening the right, and are even much better than black dog blood. After you see the evil spirit, you can see it and spray it with blood on its face, ensuring that it can drink a pot of it."

Li Chengye was a little excited and took out a box of cinnabar from his pocket, pointed at it and said, "Brother Ye, give me some blood to this cinnabar first, so that my talisman can increase the power of a few%.

In addition, if you have the martial arts that can mobilize your own internal energy and stimulate the power of qi and blood, it will be enough for the monster to drink a pot. If your skills reach the realm of innate martial arts, let alone performing martial arts, even if your body of blood and energy shakes, you will be able to kill many evil things."

"Go to death, you are the black dog." Ye Wuque's head covered in black lines, and he could not imagine that his role was just bloodletting.

As for the realm of innate martial arts, it takes time and opportunity to refine qi and transform into gods.

"Hurry up, this time I need blood in the middle finger. I don't want blood on the tip of your tongue. Don't be too slow. Are you a man?" Li Chengye pointed at his cinnabar box with a smile and urged.

Ye Wuque had no choice but to bite his middle finger and squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped it into the cinnabar box.

It's strange that Ye Wuque's middle finger dripped in the cinnabar box, and Li Chengye's cinnabar actually emitted a layer of dazzling light, which was a warm red color, which looked very beautiful.

Li Chengye's eyes were filled with joy, and he quickly covered the cinnabar cover, as if he was afraid that the layer of treasure light would disappear.

"I didn't expect that Brother Ye's blood would have such a magical effect, which could actually arouse the cinnabar treasure light. This is enough to be called precious blood, and it is even stronger than the blood of many monsters. Brother Ye, I envy your precious blood very much."

Li Chengye's eyes were burning. He looked at Ye Wuque very uncomfortable. He felt that his eyes were eager as if he had seen a big girl, which made him feel very chilled.

"What kind of gaze do you look at? I don't have a special hobby. Don't look at me like this. Even if I'm blind, I'm not interested in you." Ye Wuque quickly took two steps back, his face full of vigilance made Qu Baiqiu laugh.

Li Chengye grinned and shook all over: "You're dead, I'm not interested in men, but I'm interested in your blood. Tell me, how much does a drop of blood sell? I'll buy it with you in the future."

"Get out, I'm so poor that I can't survive anymore and sell blood. Besides, my blood is so precious, I don't sell it or not. I don't know how much I need to eat to get it back after selling a drop." Ye Wuque rolled his eyes and looked alert, as if he was afraid that Li Chengye would come up to bite him.

Li Chengye looked full of regret: "What a pity, it's a pity. I'll work hard for spiritual blood again in the future. Without further ado, Brother Zhao will ask you to take out your baby painting."

Zhao Siliang's face was full of pain. From that beautifully mounted and formal Chinese painting in the book "The Analects of Confucius", the painting was painted with bamboo and stone. The famous poem "Bamboo and Stone" by Zheng Banqiao: Hold on to the green mountains and do not relax, and the roots were originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of mills and thousands of blows are still strong, no matter how winds east, west, south and north.

"Good painting." Although Ye Wuque does not understand Chinese painting, he feels that this painting is very good. The bamboo is beautiful but not weak. Each leaf is unique and vivid.

The bamboo is rooted in the rock, and is still tenacious and full of tenacity and upright spirit and will.

On the other hand, the poem "Bamboo and Stone" is written in running script. The font is strong and powerful, and the pen tip seems to come through the paper, making people feel that they cannot be seen directly.

"Of course it is good paintings and good poetry. My painting comes from a Confucian predecessor who is a Jinshi. This predecessor has reached the first level of calligraphy and painting, and can stimulate the talent and power of writing and calligraphy. With this painting talent and power to lock the resentful soul of the monster, it should be foolproof."

Zhao Siliang spread out the scroll and said this sentence was five or six square feet long. Zhao Siliang looked at the painting without saying a word for a long time, and it hurt a lot. I guess he would be reluctant to leave it if he continued to read it.

"So Scholar, what's the point? Use it to catch monsters quickly. Don't be reluctant to let it go. Besides, after completing the 1987/'> mission, just ask the senior for another one, he will give it."

Li Chengye urged impatiently.

Zhao Siliang sighed and introduced his talent to inspire the power of this poem and painting "Bamboo and Stone".

I saw that the painting was naturally burned to ashes without wind, but the power of the poetry and paintings in the painting was not burned away. I saw the bamboo and stone pictures floating out of the words, lifelike. The scenery in the painting quickly magnified, surrounding the luxury house of Jin Sheng's family.

When the evening breeze blew, all the bead leaves were shaking slightly, making rustling sounds, which looked like they were real.

"Let's hurry up, the power of bamboo and stone poetry can only last for about ten minutes. During these ten minutes, we must catch or kill the resentful soul of the monster. Otherwise, once the time comes, the siege of poetry and painting disappears, the monster may run away and continue to harm others. Remember, don't take it lightly, otherwise it will be killed by the monster."

After Zhao Sicheng said that, the four treasures of the study floated out of the world and quickly placed them on the table.

"Brother Ye, I also need to use blood to your fingertips. I use some protective war poems to "talk on paper" and the rapid-moving poems to increase our strength and speed."

Without saying a word, Ye Wuque stepped forward and dripped a few drops of blood on his fingertips into the inkstone. When the blood fell, the originally thick black ink turned into a black and red color, and a faint luster dissipated.
Chapter completed!