The pouring rain stopped, and the air in the academy was clear. An old man with a painter's hat came out of the administration building, followed by several students.

When the old man saw that the rain had stopped, he trotted up, and as he ran, he said in pieces, "Damn, how many times have I said it? The next time someone enters the studio again, don't let him touch my desk, who has itchy hands? If you take my Lei Yonghan's class this semester, I will definitely let him fail the course!"

Behind him, a few students who were not too busy to watch the excitement followed suit, "Yes, Professor Lei, don't let him get better!"

Lei Yonghan glanced at him, snorted coldly, and hurriedly ran into the studio.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous roar resounded throughout the studio!

"Who moved my artboard!!"

Outside, a group of students who were heckling followed.

"Listen, Lao Lei will definitely say ...... next"

The big guys learned Lei Yonghan's tone together, and shouted, "Give me a rough cough!"

However, after a long time, the foul words that everyone expected did not come out of the studio.

"No, it won't. Mr. Lei won't be so angry that he faints in the studio, right?"

"Come in and have a look. ”

Everyone hurriedly walked in and saw Lei Yonghan standing in front of the window sluggishly, so they comforted: "Teacher Lei, are you okay?"

Lei Yonghan's voice trembled a little, "Who...... Who has been here......"

"Professor Lei, you are angry, I think it must be a freshman who has just arrived, and I don't know the rules......"

Lei Yonghan, who was facing away from everyone, turned around and asked with some excitement: "I ask, who has been here?"

"Don't get too excited, it's not good for your health. ”

Lei Yonghan, who was holding the corner of the table, looked at the painting on the drawing board, his lips were a little dry, "Who made this painting?!"

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Zhong Yue, who had started the secret realm task, had already entered the secret realm at this moment. The world before his eyes has been turned upside down.

The world has become black and white.

It's like ink spilling into milk.

Sometimes it's clear, sometimes it's cloudy.

Zhong Yue looked up at the sky, it was pale white.

Overlooking the land, it was pitch black.

On the side of the street tree, the ink rhyme and the white gossamer are intertwined. He could tell that he was indeed walking in the real world, but his vision had changed.

Black and white, in the world of Chinese painting, are not two colors, and can evolve into thousands of colors.

The shades of ink make a painting suddenly interesting.

[Pen in the Goose Pond], could it be said that through this secret realm, I found the place where the sage Wang Xizhi lived in Huiji?

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and familiarized himself with the environment again.

The two women who were scolding in the distance had black gas in their mouths. The old man who was kind enough to persuade him on the side, with white gas in his mouth, Zhong Yue smiled knowingly, it was really interesting. However, he didn't understand a little, what is the so-called secret realm opportunity?

Is it for him to tell who is good and who is bad?

However, when he looked at the living people, they were all black and white, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

Man, what a magical creature.

"Reminder, the treasure hunt in the secret realm will be released in a minute, please prepare the host. Once the quest is released, the host can only go to one treasure hunt. Regardless of the harvest, the host needs to arrive at their destination after the treasure hunt is completed. ”

Zhong Yue's mood became a little nervous again, such a personal experience that was close to the gameplay was absolutely unprecedented. I wonder what strange encounters will happen next?

"System prompt: The world where the host is located, that is the real world, remember not to play with children's play, all crisis life operations will make the host sacrifice their precious lives, be cautious!"

In order to attract Zhong Yue's attention, he even floated the word "cautious" in the form of subtitles in front of Zhong Yue's eyes, which made Zhong Yue suddenly embarrassed.

Duang's snort.

Just when Zhong Yue was still in a trance, several ink lights suddenly appeared in the sky.

Zhong Yue looked over.

Looking north from his position, there was a suspended ink rhyme in the sky. Zhong Yue looked into the distance, and the clouds were rolling up, like a big pen like a rafter.

Looking to the south again, the painting scroll hangs in the air, just like a long rainbow.

However, none of these made Zhong Yue feel very excited.

The pitch-black bamboo slips in the west aroused Zhong Yue's interest.

Martial arts, Xianxia, when Zhong Yue was in junior high school, the class was all the rage, and at that time, the magic weapons in the hands of the protagonist were all simple and unremarkable, looking inconspicuous, and then in the end, they were often peerless artifacts.

So as soon as he saw this bamboo slip, Zhong Yue was thinking, could it be a secret book similar to Jiuyang Divine Skill?

He withdrew his nostalgic gaze, if there was nothing else that made his heart flutter, then Zhong Yue would not hesitate to choose the bamboo slip.

Zhong Yue turned around and looked to the east, instantly shocked.

This mass of ink, without any imagery, is extremely active.

Sometimes it's beating, sometimes it's cathartic.

Be active like a madman!

Choose bamboo slips, or this ink ball?

Zhong Yue hesitated a little.

Sure enough, if the system prompted him, Zhong Yue had to make a choice.

Choose bamboo slips, maybe it is safer. If it's useless waste, the system probably won't use it as a treasure hunt, and it's likely to be some secret technique.

But as for the ink group, Zhong Yue had a very exciting feeling, like a divine object that was indomitable and wanted to fight for the sky.

"Forget it, let's go with this feeling. ”

Zhong Yue immediately made a decision and walked in the direction of the east.

Compared to the bamboo slip, no matter how attractive it was, what Zhong Yue longed for in his heart was that ink group, which seemed to be able to resonate with him.

What's there?

It can actually make Zhong Yue feel tenacious. Maybe the people around him couldn't feel it, but Zhong Yue clearly saw an arrogant and unbridled soul, struggling in that ink group, it was the supreme courage to fight against the world and refute the tradition!

This is the temperament that he has never seen in Jin Nong, Wen Zhengming, and Wang Ximeng, this kind of momentum makes Zhong Yue admire!

Along the way, all kinds of pedestrians wear all kinds of makeup. Whether it was the black gas that was as light as cooking smoke, or the slightly sven white language, these were not in Zhong Yue's gaze, and his gaze had been moving with the ink ball.

It's getting closer......

Zhong Yue could even feel that the black ink rhyme around his body had a kind of cheerfulness and pleasure.

People float in the world, who can be white and flawless?

Zhong Yue approached step by step, and the ink mass in the sky gradually reached the top of his head.

Stepping on solid ground, Zhong Yue walked very firmly.

Closer, closer......

There was a sonorous old saying in my ears that looked at the world, and the voice was extremely spicy, as if it was a strange sound made by a demon from hell.

"If I kill someone and deserve death, it's just a knife in the neck, and now you want to chop me into minced meat! The old man is not here! The old man is not there!"