Chapter 176 Does the world really have the saying of self-cultivation?
Not only the middle-aged people, but also Jiang Churan and passerby police officers did not expect that this kind of movie scene would appear in real life, especially since they had experienced such a scene personally.
"Little girl, your father..."
The passerby policeman ran to Jiang Chen's side and stared blankly at the wall of air in front of him.
"What dad? This is my grandpa!"
Although Jiang Churan was a little confused, he reacted instantly when he heard what the passerby police said.
"What the fuck, Grandpa?"
Is the forty-year-old man in front of me a grandfather?
The passers-by and the police couldn't believe it at all, but considering the outrageous scene in front of them, it didn't matter that Jiang Chen was a grandfather.
"I just want to take away this pen, why bother?"
Jiang Chen sighed. He originally wanted to resolve the matter peacefully with the middle-aged man, but he didn't expect that he would reach this point in the end.
"Hehehehe, this is a treasure passed down from my ancestors. How could I let you take it away so easily? If I lose this pen, how will I have the face to face my ancestors in the future?"
The middle-aged man lowered his head, feeling confused.
Now I can't get the pen back, and I showed my firepower in front of a policeman.
Very cool.
Jiang Chen waved his hand, the wall of air dissipated, and bullets fell to the ground like rain.
Waving his hand again, the middle-aged man and the gunmen were all tied up.
"Since you are an official, you can handle it like this, right? I'll leave the rest to you. I'll take my leave."
Jiang Chen nodded to the passers-by and policemen, and led Jiang Churan to push open the door and leave.
The passerby policeman was still in shock. He waited until Jiang Chen had left for a long time before he came back to his senses and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Is there really such a thing as cultivation in this world?"
"What are you asking? Didn't you just meet him? That gentleman is definitely not an ordinary monk. It's not an exaggeration to say he is a god."
The middle-aged man shook his head, how could he be so unlucky and so powerful when he met someone who came looking for trouble?
"Police brother, let me warn you. You'd better not spread the story about the gentleman just now. Some people and things should not be known to the public."
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You can tell our director this, I am just an ordinary anti-narcotics agent and I don’t have the energy to pay attention to things other than my mission."
"What? You came here just to check for drugs? Are you kidding me?"
"Why are you lying to me? I received a tip that drugs were leaking out of Jianghai City's Antique Street. In order not to alert others, I was transferred across the province. Otherwise, why would I appear in your store by chance?"
"Fuck! You go next door to check for drugs. I am reselling cultural relics and I don't sell drugs. What are you doing here!"
When a middle-aged man collapses, what is this, an innocent disaster or a misfortune from heaven?
"Why does a person who resells cultural relics and not sell drugs have so many guns and ammunition? No need to quibble. Now the evidence is conclusive. Nothing you say can solve it."
"My gun, I really..."
The middle-aged man was speechless.
After walking out of the antique street, Jiang Churan recovered a lot and curiously looked at the paintbrush in Jiang Chen's hand.
"Grandpa, which of your apprentices does this pen belong to? How come it was regarded as a family heirloom by that person just now? Is it important?"
Playing with the paintbrush in his hand, Jiang Chen smiled slightly,
"It's the Wu Daozi you mentioned. This pen was brought over by Xiao Wu when he was a disciple. Grandpa saw that Xiao Wu had a deep relationship with this pen, so he carved the formation on this pen."
The passerby policeman looked at the middle-aged man in surprise.
"You mean your gun was painted?"
"Otherwise, why do you think I care so much about that pen? It is a monk's treasure and a magic weapon. Have you heard of the story of Ma Liang, the magic pen? This pen is similar to Ma Liang's pen in the story. As long as you draw it,
You can create physical objects, but unlike Ma Liang, the magic pen, the things drawn by this pen can only last for one day, but just this one day, as long as it is operated properly, is enough to make an ordinary person reach the top!"
The middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile. He was actually a tomb robber. He was a tomb robber from his ancestors. He didn't need to bring anything with him when he went to the tomb. With a magic pen, he could overcome obstacles and overcome all difficulties and obstacles.
Relying on the magic pen, the middle-aged man's ancestors struck gold all the way and occupied a place in Jianghai City.
"God Pen Horse?"
Jiang Churan covered his mouth and looked at the paintbrush in Jiang Chen's hand. A paintbrush that was so ordinary that it could not be considered an ordinary paintbrush actually had abilities from legendary fairy tales. If this brush spread, I don't know how many bloody incidents would happen.
"Xiao Wu's era was still a bit turbulent. In order to allow Xiao Wu to practice Taoism with peace of mind, grandpa specially created a formation. It was originally just a small illusion. As Xiao Wu's cultivation spirit increased, he put more and more effort into his pen.
Over time, the formation on this pen became more and more powerful, and in the end it even had the power of creation."
Turning his pen, Jiang Chen thought of the past again.
Jiang Churan blinked his big eyes, looking at the brush for a while, and then at Jiang Chen's face, whether there was a weird laugh coming from his mouth, and he didn't know what he was planning.
"Don't think too much, you can't use this brush."
Jiang Chen flicked Jiang Churan's forehead. The middle-aged man didn't know how to use this pen before. It contained various gloomy auras. Most people would easily lose their vitality if they used it casually.
"Hey, grandpa, do you think the food drawn with this pen can be eaten? Can drawing a cake satisfy your hunger?"
Jiang Churan rubbed his forehead, but Jiang Chen only touched it lightly.
"I can eat it, but it has no taste at all. What, do you want to try it?"
Jiang Chen looked at his granddaughter in a funny way. No matter how you say that word, she is really a foodie.
"Then it's useless. Forget it, grandpa, let's go eat."
Jiang Churan looked at the paintbrush with disgust, what's the use of something that can't be made to eat?
Rubbish!
"Aren't you scared after what you just experienced?"
Jiang Chen patted Jiang Churan's head. He could clearly feel Jiang Churan's panic when he returned to the store just now. Jiang Churan's calves were still trembling until he came out.
This kind of scene is still too exciting for Jiang Churan. It is the same for anyone, not just Jiang Churan. Suddenly experiencing the test of life and death will definitely have a huge impact on the soul.
Jiang Churan thought for a while, took Jiang Chen's arm and smiled sweetly,
"I was scared at first, but after walking with grandpa for a while, I wasn't scared anymore. After all, with grandpa by my side, I believe I won't be in any danger."