Fantasy: So I Am a Peerless Expert

Luoxianji, Xiao family.

After Xiao Zhan and his son returned safely, they directly sealed the secret room. After the investigation showed no omissions, the father and son in the secret room really relaxed, panting violently.

Glancing at each other, the eyes of the two of them are filled with excitement and excitement, and their hearts are beating.

After calming his breath, Xiao Zhan's father's eyes fell on Xiao Zhan, "Zhan'er, do you know what appeared in the sky above Luoxianji today?"

At this moment, Xiao Zhan's father, his eyes flashed with brilliance, staring at Xiao Zhan, his body was shaking with excitement.

"Father, what happened, is it a major event?"

"After I entered the teahouse, I was shocked by the son, and I don't know anything. Did I find any major events today?" Xiao Zhan looked at his father solemnly and listened to his father's tone. He was sure that it must be today. Something big happened.

"Let's not talk about it, Zhan'er, do you remember the appearance of that young man today?" Xiao Zhan's father stared at Xiao Zhan, his heart was extremely excited, and now he wanted to make sure of one thing, that is Xiao Zhan. Is there any relationship between the son in his mouth and the figure that appeared in the void? If there is a relationship, then Xiao Zhan has risen from then on.

He didn't think so, but after seeing the rhyme of Confucianism, Taoism, and Taoism, he had to think so.

Seeing his father's expression, Xiao Zhan heaved a sigh of relief. It didn't seem to be a bad thing. Otherwise, his father wouldn't look like this. Although he didn't know, Xiao Zhan still answered honestly.

"Remember, of course, the appearance of the son has been carved into my mind. The son must be an expert."

Speaking of Li Yixi, Xiao Zhan was full of excitement and awe.

"That's good, then you can show which son you look like." Xiao Zhan's father said excitedly at this moment.

"Father, what happened to the son?"

"Father won't know the son!"

Xiao Zhan looked curious. He didn't know why his father was so excited and wanted to know what the son looked like.

"Why so much nonsense, just paint."

Xiao Zhan's father could not help but scolded.

At this moment, he just wanted to determine whether the son Xiao Zhan was talking about was related to the phantom.

"All right!"

Xiao Zhan was very helpless.

Xiao Zhan couldn't practice, but he was very accomplished in calligraphy and painting. He picked up the pen and soon a portrait appeared on the rice paper.

White clothes wins snow, gentle and elegant, like an immortal.

"Yes, it's him."

"Puff!"

When Xiao Zhan was inexplicable, Xiao Zhan's father knelt on the ground with a thud, and bowed to the portrait.

There is awe in the eyes.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Xiao Zhan hurried to help his father.

"Shut up, what do you know?"

"Niezi, hurry up and kneel down for me and worship the son."

"This is your chance, you must kneel."

Xiao Zhan's father is full of solemnity in his words.

"Father, you told me why, why should I kneel!"

Xiao Zhan was still puzzled.

"Humph!"

"do you know?"

"Is there any vision in today's Luoxian Ji?" Xiao Zhan's father, staring at his son firmly, said for the second time.

"Father, what are you talking about? What is the phenomenon? What does it have to do with the portrait of the kneeling son? I know that the son must be a Confucianist and Daoist, and his strength is bound to be shocking. He is a big man, but we can't just kneel down. "Xiao Zhan stubbornly said.

"Humph!"

"Niezi, kneel down!"

Xiao Zhan's father's breath broke out and he directly suppressed Xiao Zhan to his knees.

After suppressing Xiao Zhan on his knees, Xiao Zhan's father breathed a sigh of relief.

Slowly said: "Today, an ancient battlefield appeared in the sky above Luoxianji. Ten thousand demons are in all directions. The demons are true demons, not the demons we know. Those demons come from the demons and are extremely powerful. Ji, those true demons are just a shadow that can make people tremble, but in the vision, a virtual shadow appears, wandering in the void, a pen appears in the hand, drawing with one stroke, killing all the demons.

"A sum of money can be lost."

"Do you know what level of cultivation is needed?"

"That level of realm is beyond our cognition, and which figure in the vision is 90% similar to the son you drew, and that 10% is not similar, it’s not because It's not like, but the character in the vision, we can't see his face clearly.

At this point, Xiao Zhan's father was palpitated and in awe.

"Father, the son has been in the teahouse, it is impossible to go out and kill the enemy."

"Don't tell me, a clone of the son killed the Demon Realm, and then the scene of the Demon Realm is a coincidence because the mirage appeared in Luoxian Ji!" Xiao Zhan said a little aggrieved. At this moment, he is still being suppressed and kneeled by his father. NS.

However, Xiao Zhan at this moment already believed in Li Yixi in his heart.

It is not the supreme power. How can it be done? There is a rhyme of Taoism in a few words, and it is still a rhyme of Confucianism, Taoism and Taoism.

"Perhaps, when the son was writing, there was a memory in his mind?"

"Supreme Existence, how can we guess."

"Also, why did the son give you the word?" Xiao Zhan's father said puzzled.

Hearing this, Xiao Zhan fell into memories for an instant, and muttered: "Today, I have booked a teahouse and plan to set up a small literary club. I plan to use the opportunity of the literary club to donate some silver for relief. The people hurt by the beast."

"And the son happened to appear in the teahouse. I saw that the son was extraordinary, as if he was a fairy, and I was shocked, so I invited the son to participate in the literary meeting, and the son asked me the purpose of holding the literary meeting, and I said. Ready to donate some silver to help the people, and then the son laughed, saying that if you are poor, you will be good at your own destiny and you will benefit the world..."

"Father, is it because I care about the people, and see that I can't practice, give me the Confucian Dao?" Xiao Zhan at this moment, instantly figured it out, the boss with his eyes wide open.

"That's it, that's it!"

"Zhan'er, it makes sense in this way, it must be like this, so it can be explained."

"Confucianism and Taoism emphasize benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith, forgiveness, loyalty, and filial piety."

"Your words conform to the word'benevolence and righteousness'. The son must be happy for a while and give you the opportunity."

"Zhan'er."

"Since Da Neng is dressed up as a son, there must be a reason. Let's call him son. Although you are not qualified to be a teacher, the son will not accept you as a disciple, but you must kneel. This is the way of preaching and teaching. Well, otherwise it will be a big rebellion, and the Xiao family will not tolerate such a person." Xiao Zhan's father's tone was extremely serious at this moment.

"Yes, dad!"

"I understand, I kneel."

Xiao Zhan bowed respectfully to the portrait, saying: "Xie Gongzi, give you the Dao."

After Li Cheng, Xiao Zhan once again bowed to the calligraphy and painting, and bowed to the table.