Zhong Yue walked slowly towards the T-shaped room in the city. As the only player in the game, this experience is simply a bad horse!

But Zhong Yue is not simply to experience the game, he wants to follow this copy to break through the bottleneck, at this time, rashly quitting the copy, it means a loss of opportunity, in that way, Zhong Yue can only rely on his own slow training on the road of calligraphy and painting, and has improved.

Seeing the "fellow practitioners" in the T-shaped room, Zhong Yue was simply angry, sat on his seat, looked at the old man on the left who was already gray, his eyelids jumped, "Brother, you are so old, and you still come to be a son-in-law? It's not too much to be a grandfather, right?"

When the old man heard Zhong Yue say this, he was immediately unhappy, and said with a full heart: "What do you say? I have a good kidney, so I am not allowed to be a child seven times a night? To tell you the truth, I am still a child! Miss Zhang chose me, and that was her blessing. ”

There was a chuckle around.

Zhong Yue looked around, it seemed that this semicolon did not come in the order of the team. None of the people who had come in with him before had seen it. The people in this T-shaped room are either as ragged as him, or they are old and crippled, just like a refugee area! This A, B, C, and D seems to be divided by the quality of the "male pets......

"Brother, I want to ask you something......" Zhong Yue remembered that the old man next to him was the gossip man who kept pulling and pulling with his mouth before.

"Go, go, you young man has such a poisonous mouth, I won't talk to you!"

Zhong Yue smiled awkwardly, "I lost my words just now, what my brother said is that you will definitely be able to be Miss Zhang's male pet this time, ah, no, the son-in-law of the Zhang family." You are such a suave talent, you can't say it if you don't fly Huang Tengda, I think the Zhang family will definitely choose you. ”

After listening to Zhong Yue's wild licking, the old man who had seen a lot of knowledge before put down his body, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked arrogant, "Okay, seeing that you apologize so sincerely, just say what you want to ask." ”

"Why is everyone so keen to be the son-in-law of the Zhang family. I saw that many of the people who came in before were well-dressed and from extraordinary backgrounds, and being a door-to-door son-in-law didn't bury themselves. ”

The people around him laughed again.

"Little brother, you're not from Jiangbei, are you?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

That night, the seventh old man buckled his feet, sat cross-legged, and said: "Which son in Jiangbei doesn't want to be the son-in-law of Zhang Daguan's family? You actually say that you don't have talents? Haha, don't say that you are a door-to-door son-in-law, that is, to be the male pet of Miss Zhang's family, and I will gladly go to the old man. ”

"Go and go, just your body, what about a male pet, you have been squeezed dry and there are not a few drops of water, how can you moisturize the big girl with yellow flowers?"

"Hahahaha......"

The Zhang family outside the door frowned and shouted: "There is more nonsense, kill!"

The few people who opened the yellow cavity immediately shut up, realizing that what they said was outrageous.

Zhong Yue still didn't understand, and asked, "Brother, I still don't understand, is this Zhang family rich and rivaling the country, or is the young lady as beautiful as a fairy?"

Yeqi Lao Lang glanced at Zhong Yue blankly, "Why are you such a philistine!? If it is really these dung things, the fourth son of Wu Zhong will look down on it? The Zhang family, when he becomes a son-in-law, he will turn into a dragon overnight and soar to the top! Do you know who came out of the Zhang family a hundred years ago?"

"Who?"

"It seems that he is really a novice. Painting Dao Ancestor, Zhang Seng Xuan, haven't you heard of this?"

Zhong Yue frowned, Zhang Seng Miao has a vague impression, among the famous painters of the Tang Dynasty, Wu Daozi is counted as one, Yan Liben is counted as one, and Xue Ji, Zhou Fang, etc. are also more famous, this Zhang Seng Miao is really not impressed.

"Brother, can you tell me carefully, it's my little brother, I'm lonely. Zhong Yue thought that anyway, even if this dungeon activity lasted for a long time, it would not exceed two hours, and the big deal was that he had more time to perceive, so he relaxed his heart.

After the seventh old man of the night buckled his left foot, he buckled his right foot again, looked at Zhong Yue's humble and studious look, and said: "Daqian calligraphy and painting are respected, and the people who have entered the sainthood with painting have been less than ten fingers since the founding of the country. The ancestor of the Zhang family, Zhang Shengqiu, is a hundred years ago into the saint of the master, this star city is indestructible, it is really its pen and ink blessing, five stars and twenty-eight houses, to protect the Zhang family eternal peace cast. One hand is the finishing touch, but the dragon flies into the sky, you say that this kind of skill is created, who doesn't envy it, and wants to come and learn it?"

"Finishing touch!?"

When Zhong Yue heard this idiom, he had a little impression of this person. The Southern Dynasty Liang people Zhang Seng Miao painted the dragon wonderfully, but never dotted his eyes, for the point that flew away, this allusion has been handed down, but Zhang Seng Xiang's paintings, in addition to the ghost island now there is a work, due to the age, the rest of the paintings have long been gone.

After listening to the stories of so many people, Zhong Yue roughly understood that this created Daqian era was a model that respected calligraphy and painting.

He asked in a low voice: "Brother, is it like the so-called Dao Saint and Grass Saint, who are saints, they are invincible in the world and immortal?"

Zhong Yue listened to the tone of those people before, and thought that the so-called saint should be at this very bullish level.

Night Seven Old Lang's eyes swept the Zhang family outside the house, and the hand that picked his feet was already around Zhong Yue's neck, making Zhong Yue nauseous, "You come closer, I'll tell you quietly." ”

"You say, you say. Zhong Yue endured that disgusting hand, and he really wanted to get this answer.

"That's right. But there is no one who has been sanctified since ancient times who is immortal. ”

"Why?"

The old man of the night squinted his obscene eyes, "The only one who can kill the saint is the saint, don't you understand?"

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, and said softly in a mosquito-like voice: "What do you mean, Zhang Shengqiu...... Dead?" "Looking at this posture, if there is such a powerful character in this Zhang family, Zhong Yue feels that there is no need to recruit such a son-in-law in such a big way, something must be wrong."

Yeqi Lao Lang chuckled: "The Zhang family has always said that the ancestor has wandered, but it is rumored that eighty years ago, someone saw two ink dragons nailed to death by Huang Fu on the wall of the South China Temple. ”

Zhong Yue's pupils shrank, and the talisman nail drew a dragon!

Just when Zhong Yue was still stunned, a family member dressed in the Blue Mansion came in from outside the house, wearing a small high hat that was a level higher than the few little guys who were standing at the door before, with his hands behind his back, and said with no one in his eyes: "The Zhang family recruits a son-in-law, the first pass, take ink!"