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Chapter 74 I am not a magic stick

 "Uh... I should be, right?"

Ji Wufeng wiped his nose and said.

It feels like calling the Great Immortal this way is like calling him a magic stick.

"Oh, please come in quickly, old man, Qingwu, please pour the tea quickly!"

The old lady quickly grabbed Ji Wufeng and shouted excitedly inside.

Ji Wufeng was stunned. Yang Songbai thought he was a liar, but the old lady was a little too enthusiastic about him.

The older generation is somewhat superstitious. After Yang Songbai fell ill and the cause could not be found, the old lady thought that she must have encountered something evil. However, not only did Yang Songbai not believe it, he even scolded his wife because his husband and wife had always been harmonious.

After a while, the old lady was very angry.

Now that Ji Wufeng had proven that her idea was right, she immediately turned over and started singing, scolded Yang Songbai bloody, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Entering the living room, Ji Wufeng saw that the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, and he also saw that many of them had a hint of aura. That was because most of them were authentic works left by famous ancient masters and were admired and worshiped by many people, so they had

of spirituality.

Seeing Ji Wufeng coming, Yang Songbai immediately stood up and said with some excitement: "Little brother, you are finally here."

Zhou Yuanxing looked embarrassed and said: "Little brother, I was the one who bumped into you out of ignorance before. Don't be offended."

Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Ji Wufeng nodded and said: "It was all a misunderstanding and it has passed."

Yang Songbai was immediately overjoyed and said: "Please sit down quickly, Qingwu, and serve tea!"

In addition to Yang Songbai and Zhou Yuanxing, there was also a girl and a young man in the living room.

The girl is delicate and graceful, with a bookish air, but she is a famously talented girl from Yuliu, Yang Qingwu, the granddaughter of Yang Songbai.

Seeing Ji Wufeng, Yang Qingwu was immediately stunned. She thought that the great immortal her grandfather was talking about must be at least old and enigmatic, but the guy in front of her was clearly a half-grown child.

Could it be a mistake?

Before Yang Qingwu could ask any questions, the young man beside her said angrily: "Who are you?

You dare to come here to cheat, aren't you afraid that I will call the police to arrest you?"

Ji Wufeng's face suddenly turned ugly. After a long time, there were still people jumping around and shouting nonsense.

The old lady quickly said: "Zhang Chen, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. The Great Immortal has real abilities. He cured your Grandpa Yang's illness."

Zhang Chen said: "Grandma, Grandpa Yang has been to many hospitals and nothing has been found, which means he is not sick at all. Since he is not sick, what does it have to do with Grandpa Yang getting better?"

Zhou Yuanxing immediately said: "Zhang Chen, we have seen it with our own eyes before, how can we still fake it?"

"Grandpa Zhou, today's scammers are very clever. They can use drugs to cause hallucinations."

Zhang Chen turned to Yang Qingwu and said, "Qingwu, do you still remember what happened to your classmate Fan Xiaoyu?"

Yang Qingwu nodded and said to Zhou Yuanxing: "Grandpa Zhou, this is true. I have a classmate who was unsuccessfully pursued by someone, but then suddenly agreed to be his girlfriend. In the end, it was discovered that she was drugged by her pursuer.

A hallucination.”

Hearing this, Zhou Yuanxing and Yang Songbai relaxed again. They believed that Yang Qingwu would never lie to them. Could it be that they had really been drugged by Ji Wufeng before?

"If you don't believe me, why invite me?

Farewell!"

Ji Wufeng turned around and started to leave.

But the old lady grabbed his arm and refused to let him go. She shouted: "Great Immortal, you can't leave. They are blind, but I can see clearly, old lady."

If it were anyone else, the old lady might not believe it, but she is Yang Songbai's wife and takes care of her every day. She watched helplessly as Yang Songbai was so sick that he was about to die before, but now he is alive and kicking.

She didn't know whether it was medicine or not, but she was sure that Ji Wufeng had cured Yang Songbai.

Ji Wufeng looked at Zhou Yuanxing and Yang Songbai. Both of them had hesitation on their faces. They shook their heads and said, "It seems that it would be better for me to leave."

"Want to leave?

It’s not that easy!”

Zhang Chen stopped him. He had no intention of letting Ji Wufeng go. He said with a sneer: "A bastard like you has deceived so many people. I think you should go to the police station and make it clear first."

Yang Qingwu also nodded and said: "Yes, this is a fraud and should be handed over to the judicial authorities to prevent more people from being deceived."

"What if you find out in the end that I'm not a magic stick?"

Ji Wufeng said coldly.

"Huh, you still want to be tough?

If you can prove that you are true, I, Zhang Chen, will kneel down and kowtow to you to apologize. If you cannot prove it, go to jail!"

Zhang Chen said.

"Okay, it's settled!"

Ji Wufeng pointed to a room inside and asked, "Where is that place?"

"That's my grandfather's study."

Yang Qingwu said.

Ji Wufeng walked directly into the study, and everyone quickly followed him in. Zhang Chen said angrily: "What do you want to do?

Grandpa Yang’s study is full of calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, and they are also antiques. Each piece is worth a fortune. You can’t commit fraud and want to steal, right?"

The study room is indeed filled with calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings, and indeed they are all treasures from famous artists. It seems that Yang Songbai is very obsessed with calligraphy, calligraphy and painting.

However, Ji Wufeng turned a blind eye to the calligraphy and paintings. He stared at a black dragon-carved inkstone on the desk and said, "The problem lies in this inkstone. There is a resentful spirit inside, causing the whole room to be filled with extremely yin energy."

"You fart!"

Zhang Chen almost jumped up, pointed at Ji Wufeng's nose and said angrily: "You actually said that this priceless Duanxi blood inkstone is an evil thing?"

Zhang Chen was Yang Qingwu's suitor, but Yang Songbai didn't seem to like him very much. After learning that Yang Songbai was extremely obsessed with calligraphy, he spent a lot of money to find the legendary calligraphy treasure Duanxi Blood Inkstone.

Sure enough, Yang Songbai regarded the Duanxi Blood Inkstone as a treasure and wished he could hold it in his arms when sleeping, even leaving his wife behind.

Zhang Chen struck again while the iron was hot, and from time to time helped find some calligraphy and paintings by famous ancient artists and sent them over. It can be said that he completely won over Yang Songbai's heart.

Although Zhang Chen has not yet chased Yang Qingwu, he is not far behind. At least the two of them are in love, and Yang Songbai's lack of objection is tantamount to acquiescence.

But now Ji Wufeng actually said that the Duanxi blood inkstone he gave to Yang Songbai was an evil thing that would not only harm Yang Songbai, but also his whole family. It would be strange if he didn't jump up.

Ji Wufeng added: "Not only is it an evil object, but I can also see that it is simply a fake, not the real Duanxi Blood Inkstone!"

He didn't know what the authentic Duanxi blood inkstone looked like, but it was definitely made of precious stone, but he discovered that the raw material of this inkstone was just an extremely ordinary stone.


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