This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 105: The Umbrella Holder
Qi Yucheng was leaning on a crutch in one hand and was supported by his nephew with the other, but the closer he got to Liu Hongyu, the more strange the feeling became. When those calm eyes looked at him, it seemed as if they were examining something, as if he was the younger one.

If it were any other occasion or with any other person, even if Qi Yucheng didn't show it on his face, he would have been angry in his heart a long time ago. But at this moment, he didn't have any extra emotions.

"Mr. Liu, we haven't seen each other for a long time. In the blink of an eye, you have grown from a small sapling that needed your father's care into a towering tree!"

The old man said this while leaning on his cane, trying to make the smile on his face more warm and natural to cover up the nervousness.

Yes, nervous. For some reason, the closer he got to Liu Hongyu, the more nervous the old man became. He even felt a slight fever.

Liu Hongyu did not stand up immediately. He still looked at the old man calmly and said nothing, which was somewhat impolite.

Qi Guoliang beside the old man was hesitant to speak, and Qi Chenfeng behind him was even angry, when Liu Hongyu suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Qi, since you're here, why didn't you tell me in advance that you brought one more person?"

Liu Hongyu could confirm that what he smelled must be the scent of incense. In this day and age, those who can still exist can no longer be called gods. There is only a trace of divinity left, which is led by the world's desire for faith, and they have all been weakened to the extreme.

At least Liu Hongyu knew that he had nothing to fear.

In this kind of environment, even a hint of the scent of incense cannot last long, so the source of the incense must be here, and it is on the old man in front of us. Even so, the scent of incense is so faint, which is evident.

It can be said that the existence of this source is now exposed to Liu Hongyu, and he really has the power of life and death in his hands.

Or maybe “he” doesn’t know this!

With this in mind, Liu Hongyu did not panic at all from beginning to end.

Qi Guoliang was stunned when he heard this. Qi Chenfeng, who was half a body length behind him, subconsciously looked around and frowned before speaking for the first time.

"Boss Liu, in order not to disturb you and to show our sincerity, there are only three of us here!"

Liu Hongyu glanced at Qi Chenfeng, then showed a somewhat meaningful expression, then slowly stood up and looked at the old man again.

"I didn't say that person was a 'human', did you agree, Mr. Qi?"

At this moment, there seemed to be an invisible and powerful sense of oppression on Liu Hongyu, which made Qi Guoliang, who wanted to speak, recall the original meeting, and made the young Qi Chenfeng have difficulty breathing.

The elderly Qi Chengyu was sweating on his forehead, and his heart was greatly shocked.

Until Liu Hongyu smiled again.

"Mr. Qi, let's get straight to the point!"

At this moment, all the pressure disappeared into thin air. The three generations of the Qi family all breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Chenfeng couldn't help but take a few breaths, and then looked at Liu Hongyu with an expression of surprise and disbelief.

What just happened?
Qi Guoliang subconsciously looked at the old man beside him. His second uncle must have brought something!
Qi Yucheng had now recovered from the feeling of mental oppression. He was obviously a little excited and nervous at this moment. He handed the crutch to Qi Guoliang, then reached into the collar of his wide suit and took out a long cloth bag.

The cloth bag was about the length of his forearm, and there seemed to be something like a stick inside. The old man pulled back his other hand and carefully opened the cloth bag himself.

During the whole process, Liu Hongyu did not disturb them, and the other two people from the Qi family also watched curiously.

However, when the old man took out the things in the cloth bag and saw that it looked like a scroll, Qi Guoliang seemed to have realized something, but Qi Chenfeng still didn't understand.

But when the old man unfolded the scroll himself, Qi Chenfeng finally opened his eyes wide.

Liu Hongyu stood two steps away from the old man, watching him unfold the scroll bit by bit, revealing the picture on it. As expected, it was a portrait of a human figure.

This is an ancient painting, not very big, about two feet long and as wide as a forearm, with a person holding a paper umbrella painted on it.

Although the scroll is very old, it is obviously well preserved and most of the patterns can still be recognized. The person in the painting is a man wearing light blue clothes.

The person is holding a yellow and white oil-paper umbrella, with the sleeve of his shirt half-pulled back, revealing half of his forearm. He also seems to be carrying something long and thin on his back, but due to the state of the scroll, the details are a little blurry.

Even so, Liu Hongyu could feel a restrained sharpness just by looking at the part at the back, and he knew in his heart that it was a sword!

The overall painting is very natural and harmonious, and the people in the painting also present an inexplicable feeling, as if there is a contradictory sense of peace and sharpness, but this appears very harmonious in the painting, as if this is the portrayal of the people in the painting.

However, the person in the scroll only reveals half of his chin, and his face is blocked by the slightly tilted umbrella edge, so only a few strands of his long hair can be seen.

The faint smell of incense naturally came from this scroll. Liu Hongyu could confirm this. Even after the scroll appeared, the smell of incense became even fainter.

Qi Guoliang and Qi Chenfeng were already losing their composure. "Second Uncle, did you just bring this painting out?" "Second Grandfather, why did you bring this painting out?"

The uncle and nephew spoke almost in unison, with some surprise on their faces.

They were very familiar with this painting. During festivals and the first and fifteenth days of each lunar month, some of the higher-ranking members of the Qi family would go to the ancestral hall to burn incense.

In addition to the tablets of many ancestors of the Qi family in the ancestral hall, there is also this not-so-large portrait hanging in the glass protective cover in the center.

At least as far as Qi Chenfeng could remember, this painting had been hanging there, and it was the first thing he faced every time he burned incense. He didn't even know who the painting depicted, and even the elders in his family didn't know. They only knew that it was a rule passed down from generation to generation by their ancestors, and they only called him "Anonymous."

Although the two exclamations of surprise sounded almost at the same time, Liu Hongyu still understood that the words of the uncle and nephew had similar but different meanings.

From Qi Guoliang's words, Liu Hongyu understood that this was definitely not the first time that this painting had been "asked" to go out.

Qi Yucheng held up the painting and looked at Liu Hongyu with anticipation.

"Mr. Liu, can you see anything?"

For some reason, when Liu Hongyu looked at the painting, although he knew that it was very weak, he felt a very special sense of purity. This purity, hidden in the interweaving of peace and sharpness in the painting, made him dare not underestimate the person in the painting.

Why has the smell of incense become weaker?
Why, even though its existence is so vague, it still gives me such a unique feeling, as if it can still pose a threat to me?

Liu Hongyu's expression became more serious, but he couldn't take his eyes off the scroll. However, he still answered the old man's question.

"I see, you've been offering him incense and worship?"

Qi Chenfeng looked at Liu Hongyu in shock again. "You can see that? Did you know it beforehand? Your guess is too far-fetched!"
The old man and Qi Guoliang's expressions changed. This painting has been enshrined in a very small ancestral hall inside the Qi family, deep in the old house in Tianjin.

Not to mention any security forces, even those who can enter the ancestral hall must be recognized members of the Qi family. Even servants are not allowed to enter the small ancestral hall on weekdays. All the hygiene inside is handled by the elders of the Qi family themselves.

Perhaps some outsiders had indeed seen this painting, after all, it was not the first time it was taken out, but no one would know that the Qi family was preserving this painting as a sacrifice.

Even Liu Shihao wouldn’t know!

Liu Hongyu hadn't finished speaking yet. His eyes were slightly closed at this moment, as if he was feeling something carefully.

"The incense is pure, so try not to bring any desires with you. Well, I suppose you need to bathe and change clothes before burning incense, and put aside all distractions, right?"

Liu Hongyu opened his eyes and asked with a smile. The old man was trembling slightly with excitement, and Qi Guoliang was also speechless.

Qi Chenfeng felt a little scalp-tingling. This Mr. Liu is so resourceful. Has he investigated our Qi family so thoroughly?

No wonder my uncle said he was extraordinary, no wonder my second grandfather came in person, this guy is so scary, even more powerful than Liu Shihao!

Qi Chenfeng looked at Liu Hongyu and subconsciously clenched his fists, which showed a sense of nervousness and uneasiness.

Liu Hongyu glanced at Qi Chenfeng, who quickly avoided his sight.

"What a shame, what a shame! Although you have tried your best to put aside distracting thoughts, human hearts are complicated after all. Perhaps many of the younger generation are rather impetuous, so the incense offerings are inevitably a bit mixed."

As soon as Liu Hongyu said this, Qi Yucheng and Qi Guoliang looked at Qi Chenfeng almost at the same time, which made the latter's heart skip a beat.

"But it's really nothing. Compared to most people who go to temples to worship their desires, you are already much better off. And he actually gets very little, very little."

When Liu Hongyu said this, he stretched out a finger, and at this moment a faint green light condensed at the tip of his finger.

Although the light was dim, the three members of the Qi family and others could also see it, and it was daytime!
At this moment, Qi Chenfeng felt as if his three views had been shattered, and the shock in his heart was indescribable. Although Qi Yucheng and Qi Guoliang were somewhat prepared, they were actually not much better off than Qi Chenfeng.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of the crowd, light floated out from Liu Hongyu's fingertips, like a drop of liquid emitting a faint glow, falling onto the scroll.

shuh~
A faint green light flashed across the entire painting, and the person in the painting seemed to light up slightly before the light dissipated.

Outsiders didn’t know what Liu Hongyu did, but at this moment no one dared to disturb him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Sure enough, he still has his own self!

Is this a god? A ghost? A fairy in a painting?
Whatever it is, Master will surely be very interested!
(End of this chapter)