"Writing comparison?" Lang Fei was stunned when he heard this, and asked with a little surprise: "Can you tell me in detail, what is the method of literary comparison?"
Imperial Master Dong Yan smiled slightly and replied: "This is simple, it depends on how knowledgeable you are. I have a few things on hand. Although they are not treasures, they can be regarded as hard-to-find things in the world. I will take them out.
If you can recognize it, you win, otherwise, I win, how about this method?"
Hearing these words, Lang Fei smiled slightly and said: "The Imperial Master is very calculating. He knows that he can't win with force, so he shows off his experience again. He is really as cunning as an old fox."
After being exposed by him, the embarrassment on Master Dong Yan's face flashed away, and he laughed and said: "Young man Lang, you are very different from ordinary people. Such a comparison makes the old Taoist have no choice but to ask you one sentence, what's the matter?
Like? Do you dare to compare?"
"Dare, why don't you dare, old fox, it's all up to you to come up with the questions. I'll take them all." In the past five years, this kid has spent countless hours in Jingzang Pavilion with nothing to do. How could he be afraid of him?
Imperial Master Dong Yan's trick was successful, and he felt extremely proud. But he praised him: "What a good boy, so courageous and courageous. He deserves to be a member of the Immortal Sect."
Lang Fei smiled coldly and said in a deep voice: "There is no need for compliments. Imperial Master Dong Yan, you still have to show your skills."
"Okay, okay, young man, please identify what this is." As soon as he finished speaking, Imperial Master Dong Yan stretched out his hand from the sleeve of his robe, and when he turned his palm, there was something on it.
From a distance, it looks like green feathers, bright as ice, and is about the size of a beef liver. There are a pair of sarcomas on it, which look like eyes.
Lang Fei was slightly stunned when he saw this. After pondering for a moment, he approached Dong Yan and raised his hand to pinch the object. He felt that his hands were soft, like pinching fat, and extremely elastic.
"Huh?" After thinking for a moment, he lowered his head and sniffed it gently. He could only smell a faint scent of meat penetrated through his mouth and nose and penetrated into his brain, which made people feel refreshed.
"How's it going, Mr. Lang? Is there any result?" Seeing him raise his head with his eyes closed in contemplation, Master Dong Yan couldn't help but ask aloud after waiting for a moment.
"Hehe." Lang Fei slowly opened his eyes and chuckled, but looked at Zuo Yan and said: "The Imperial Master has some tricks, and he can even find such a rare thing. Although this thing cannot be said to be a rare thing,
It’s rare, but it’s also a rare thing.”
Imperial Master Dong Yan nodded proudly and said: "This object was presented as a tribute to Your Majesty by the Governor of Hanoi fifteen years ago. Later, with the blessing of the Holy Spirit, this object was given to Lao Dao. It has been treasured to this day."
"Haha, this thing is considered to be of the middle grade among Tai Sui. Tsk, tsk, although Liang is a small country, it can be considered a land of earth and spirit."
Hearing this, Imperial Master Dong Yan was about to praise Lang Fei, but suddenly he remembered Tai Sui mentioned in the first half, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. Then he sighed and said with a grimace: "Boy Lang, this thing
I guess you guessed it right, but it’s definitely Tai Sui.”
Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Lang Fei couldn't help shaking his head and sighing secretly. There are so many Tai Sui of this quality in the Dan Mansion's warehouse. They are red like coral, white like fat, black like lacquer, and yellow.
Such as purple and gold, there are all kinds of varieties. Some greedy disciples, such as Zhu Ganglie, often cut off the meat of low-quality Tai Sui and roasted it to satisfy their greed.
Seeing that Lang Fei was confused and lost in thought, Imperial Master Dong Yan gritted his teeth, turned his palms, and found another object. "Young man Lang, look at this object again, can you recognize it?"
After hearing the words, Lang Fei came back to his senses and took a closer look at the object in his palm. He saw a long purple gelatinous ling floating under his palm, with lines looming on it and dark brown spots of different sizes dotted on it.
"What is this?" Lang Fei frowned and took two steps forward. Just three feet in front of Imperial Master Dong Yan, a bloody aura suddenly hit his mouth and nose.
"You, old man, are so brave, how dare you sacrifice something so harmful to nature. Today, I have no choice but to use my sword to slay the devil and kill you, a beast that is worse than a pig or a dog."
When he pulled away, Lang Fei had a gun in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at Imperial Master Dong Yan.
"Don't be impatient, kid. It's not too late to take action before you listen to what I say." Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Imperial Master Dong Yan was startled and hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.
"The object of Zihe chariot sacrifice! You actually hold such an evil object, what else can you say to defend yourself?"
"Misunderstanding, this is actually a misunderstanding. The thing in my hand has a different origin. Seven years ago, an evil sect suddenly appeared in Daliang. They robbed women who were about to give birth and killed them. After killing them, they took their embryos and sacrificed them to demon soldiers.
.At that time, an immortal official in the county notified the Holy One, so the old Taoist was ordered to follow the demon for several months, and finally killed him at the bottom of a cold pond. And this thing was obtained from the hands of the evil sect demon. This matter was reported to the court
Everyone knows it, if you don’t believe it, you can ask His Majesty and the five elders for confirmation.”
After hearing this, Lang Fei's expression softened slightly, and he turned to look at the old emperor and said, "Is the origin of the blood-devouring silk ribbon in his hand that has not yet been refined into shape, as he said?"
The old emperor nodded and said: "Exactly, this matter is indeed what I ordered the imperial master to kill the evil spirits and protect my subjects in Daliang. All the ministers of the court were there at that time, and the five elders can also testify."
"Yes, yes, everything the Imperial Master said is true. The five of us were all present when His Majesty ordered this matter."
After scanning the people, Lang Fei relaxed his brows, slowly took back the thunder and fire gun, and put it into his Sumeru belt.
Imperial Master Dong Yan breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, wiped the sweat from his forehead, forced a smile, and said: "Young man, you guessed it right again this time."
After saying that, he hurriedly put the annoying long silk back into his Sumeru belt, and when he reached out again, there was another thing. "Young man, please guess where this thing comes from."
Lang Fei nodded, opened his eyes and took a closer look, and saw a purple gold alms bowl in the palm of Master Dong Yan's hand, which was half filled with purple-brown liquid.
"Huh? This?" Lang Fei pondered for a moment, then moved again and came to the Imperial Master Dong Yan. He sniffed the thing in his hand and felt a smell of blood piercing his mouth and nose.
"Huh? There's still a slight fishy smell." Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Lang Fei gently inserted his finger and dipped a drop of purple liquid in front of his eyes to observe carefully.
"What is this?" He was puzzled in his mind when he suddenly noticed the strange shape of the purple gold alms bowl from the corner of his eye. He saw that its outer surface was extremely bright, and the light could tell people. But the inner layer was stained with this purple liquid.
The place is dark and dull, and there is no spirituality at all.
After pondering for a moment, and thinking of the records in a magazine, Lang Fei suddenly burst into laughter, wiped the purple-brown liquid on his fingers clean on the sleeves of Imperial Master Dong Yan, and turned back to face Xue Ya with a strange smile.
, then turned around and said to the Imperial Master Dong Yan who was looking at his sleeves with a miserable look on his face: "Old Master Dong Yan, you are a dignified first-class Imperial Master and you have nothing to do, why do you want to collect these women's menstrual stains?