9 a.m.

The center of the comic exhibition is crowded with people, and men and women dressed in strange clothes can be seen everywhere.

Hu Tao, Ke Qing, Daimao King, Thor, Iron Man, Zhongli, and Brother Ji...

Chen Bafang didn't see the comic exhibition many times. In his impression, comic exhibition is just a place to buy around the surroundings with good friends.

Someone really took photos of Miss JK, Beast-Earing Girl, Bunny Girl and Hanfu Girl.

No, no.

"Uncle, won't it be hot if you wear so many clothes?"

Today is high temperature, and the air conditioners are everywhere in the comic exhibition center, which has lost their effect. Chen Baxi is so hot that he sweats heavily and sticks out his tongue.

When I looked back, I found that the old man wearing Taoist robe was not sweating at all, so I couldn't help but become curious.

"The old Taoist has a breeze curse that can relieve the heat and coolness."

Zhang Zhimu said a trick, and a gust of breeze came, and it turned out to be much cooler.

Chen Bafang's eyes lit up: "Uncle, I want to learn this."

"Haha, this Qingfeng Curse seems simple but not everyone can learn it. It takes three years of Taoism to be used."

Zhang Zhimu is frolicking in white clothes, don’t underestimate this little Qingfeng curse. Ordinary Taoist priests on Funiu Mountain need to recite scriptures and meditate for three years every day before they can perform it.

That is, Zhang Zhimu's profound Taoism does not require chanting spells, but he can perform it with just a pinch of tricks.

"Uncle, I want to give it a try."

As he said that, Chen Bafang pinched his fingers like Zhang Zhimu just now.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhimu smiled. If an ordinary person can perform Taoist spells by just making a trick, the Taoist priests in Funiu Mountain might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

If this young man could really cast the Qingfeng Curse, Zhang Zhimu would eat the peach wood sword on the spot.

The next moment, a breeze blew out of thin air from the center of the comic exhibition. Chen Bafang and Su Zijin felt relieved and felt that the heat had faded.

Um?

A question mark appeared on Zhang Zhimu's forehead. Is this a coincidence?

Just as I was about to say something, suddenly a strong wind broke out, and a level ten wind seemed to blew in the center of the comic exhibition, blew the prop billboard next to it, swaying around.

The cool-wearing cos sisters were all fancy and screamed and covered their skirts.

The cameraman present seized this opportunity to press the shutter in the strong wind, and snapped wildly.

There is no better material to capture than the cos girls with flying skirts.

Unfortunately, they all wore leggings and there was no spring scenery.

Leggings are really the source of all evil that hinders the development of civilization.

Su Zijin, dressed as Fairy Zixia, was almost blown away by the strong wind and subconsciously pulled Chen Bafang's arm.

Chen Bafang, who was in the center of the storm, was as motionless as a mountain, scratched his head in a confused look. The power of this Qingfeng Curse seemed to be a bit powerful.

"I'm going to binge! What's going on?"

Zhang Zhimu was shocked. The strange gust of wind came, which was not normal at all. It could not be natural wind.

Could it be that this young man really cast the Qingfeng Curse?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

But the facts were right in front of you, and Zhang Zhimu had to believe it.

If Zhang Zhimu's Qingfeng Curse is a small electric fan, Chen Bafang's Qingfeng Curse is a super wind turbine.

This is too exaggerated.

No, why?

Zhang Zhimu looked suspicious of life and felt that he had practiced his Taoism to the dog.

Can you stop talking about the basic law when cultivating immortals now?

His breeze curse lasts for up to 30 seconds, and the strong wind has been blown for almost five minutes, and there is no sign of stopping.

The temperature in the center of the comic convention, which was originally hot, dropped several degrees suddenly, and it was a little too cool.

The wind is too strong, and the head hurts a little.

"This is the effect of the Qingfeng Curse casting the level ten strong wind."

Zhang Zhimu looked at Chen Bafang in shock as if he was looking at some monster.

"Uncle, how can the wind stop?" Chen Bafang scratched his head, not knowing when the wind was about to blow, and there was no sign of stopping.

If this continues, the comic exhibition will not be able to continue.

"Ahem, just leave it to the old Taoist." As he said that, Zhang Zhimu raised his hand to draw a talisman in the void.

One stroke determines the world, and the turmoil in all the seas stops.

One of the 360 ​​spells in the Yuqing Palace in Funiu Mountain, the Wind-Stationing Mantra!

"Customize for me!"

Zhang Zhimu stomped his feet suddenly and shouted loudly.

Then……

Huh, the strong wind never stopped.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

"The old Taoist suffered from a stomachache this morning and was in a bad condition."

Zhang Zhimu's old face turned red and she smiled awkwardly.

It's really a ghost, why did the wind-fixing curse fail?

Chen Bafang nodded to show that he believed it, and then imitated Zhang Zhimu's appearance to draw talismans in the void, but it was exactly the same as his gestures.

Seeing Chen Bafang's gesture of drawing talismans, Zhang Zhimu let out a light eh.

Before he could react, Chen Bafang spit out the word "心".

The strong wind instantly dissipated without a trace.

Zhang Zhimu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

This was the first time he had encountered such an outrageous thing.

Could it be that this son has the appearance of an immortal?

"Why is it suddenly so strong that it's wind? Sister Zijin, are you okay?" Chen Baxi let go of the pillar and walked over.

Su Zijin tidied up her messy clothes, waved her hand and said, "I'm fine."

"Let's go to the dance area to take a look." Chen Bafang a little believed that Zhang Zhimu was a Taoist priest, but his Taoist skills seemed a little watery, sometimes they were not effective.

So, there may be monsters in the comic exhibition center.

Chen Baxi looked at the brother with a strange look: "Are you going to watch the dance? I'm embarrassed to point out you."

“…”

Chen Bafang pressed one hand on the Seven Wolf's belt around his waist.

"Brother, I'm joking with you. Let's go to the dance area to have a look."

At this moment, a slightly fat man with an otaku-like appearance came over and wanted to take a photo of Su Zijin.

Su Zijin is relatively thin-skinned. This time, it was because Chen Baxi begged to take her to the comic exhibition.

I don't have much interest in cos and taking pictures.

He politely declined the man's request to take pictures.

The slightly fat man looked disappointed, then turned his head to Chen Bafang standing next to Su Zijin.

"Brother, why don't I take two pictures for you."

This fat man is also interested in men?

Chen Bafang looked at the fat man's eyes and shouted uncertainly: "Roger?"

"Hey, why is Chen Bafang you?"

Only then did Roger recognize that the person who was in front of him was Chen Bafang, a classmate from college.

Chen Bafang and Roger are not from the same class. They only got to know each other because of a student union event. After graduation, there were quite a change in the two, so they didn't recognize each other at the beginning.

Roger liked photography when he was in college. After graduation, he opened a photography studio as a professional photographer.

When I was not at work, I came to the comic exhibition to take photos of people.

This is his hobby.

As the saying goes, photography is poor for three generations.
To be continued...