An empty painting?

This...... The Emperor's New Clothes?

Zhong Yue was stunned, and looked at the old man with his feet in confusion. Seeing the old man's bewildered look, Zhong Yue confirmed that it should not be that he was blind and didn't see it.

"Manager Zhang, an empty painting, you play with us!"

Zhang San put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "The work of a saint, there is naturally a mystery in the period, you should observe it carefully." It's just one thing, although this Buddha Gate Town Beast will not take the initiative to attack people, but don't try to provoke this beast with ink rhyme, otherwise you will bear the consequences, hehe. Now, an hour, begins. ”

A long stick of incense the size of a little thumb is lit.

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, is it really fake, is there really something on this painting wall?

On the martial arts arena, the few people sitting at the front were also the closest people to the painting wall. Among them, the man wearing a maroon round-necked robe, if the old man who picked his feet before was not mistaken, it was He Zhizhang, one of the four sons of Wuzhong. Of course, in this era of great cadres, this He Secretary is not famous for his poetry and writing, but for his single-handed grass, singing and becoming famous in calligraphy, and he is already a leader.

Zhong Yue's eyes returned to the huge painting wall, and he wondered if this so-called Zhang Seng Miao was really boring, why do you paint it, why do you make an invisible painting?

Just as he casually glanced at a corner of the painting wall, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It seems like......

He seems to hear a snoring sound!

Zhong Yue glanced at Ye Qilang on the side with some nervousness. The old man also glanced at him, his expression looked a little suspicious, and he secretly said in his heart: What's the matter? Little brother, can you do it?

He definitely heard a snort.

And...... That's not supposed to be a human snoring!

Zhong Yue held his breath and concentrated, his eyes focused on the painting wall, this is not the emperor's new clothes, but in this painting, there is no cave! It is really a product! The head of the Zhang family carried his hands behind his back, the old look of Long Zhong, his drooping eyes fluttered around, and he saw that the third son of Wu Zhong in the front, and several other familiar faces had begun to start brushing, drawing a few strokes, and the corners of his mouth also showed a hint of a smile, these sons and daughters with prominent family backgrounds really have strength.

There is naturally a Buddhist beast in the painting wall, but Zhang Seng participated in the creation of the craft, and skillfully covered the true face of the beast with a pen. However, seeing the talent of Wuzhong, a trace of sadness still appeared in the depths of the old man's eyes.

If this saint of the Lord's house is still ...... can still be in the world once, why should the main family recruit a son-in-law to stabilize the stability of Star City. The five-star and twenty-eight night array can't last for a few years...... The Zhang family has no successors, and when the power of the killing array is no longer there, how the entire Zhang family can survive is the key to death.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

Who made the Zhang family a saint? A person who attained the Tao chicken dog ascended to heaven, how beautiful the Zhang family was back then, how did it naturally rise, and when the ancestor disappeared, he naturally had to come back. As for whether the ancestors are still alive in this world, even they don't know, they can only say that the hope of living is very slim......

Manager Zhang's eyes swept to the people behind who had never made a pen, and couldn't help sighing, in fact, the most ideal is of course those who have no identity background in the back, such a son-in-law can really be used by the Zhang family, and the Star City can not be mastered, otherwise...... The old man swallowed in his throat, and the meaning of sadness was born from his heart.

Ye Qilang kept coughing lowly, and Zhong Yue also kept staring at the painting wall and never relaxed. What the hell is this?

Zhong Yue remembered the first level, when he used the Nine Potentials of the Divine Man, it became very easy to put down the pen at that time, probably in this copy, the Nine Potentials of the Divine Men should be regarded as a very profound martial art.

Thinking of this, he used the nine potentials of the gods and men to sweep over at a glance.

Roar......

Zhong Yue glanced at it and carefully restrained the blessing effect of the nine potentials of the gods and men. Because at the moment when he had just come into contact with the beast, his heart suddenly tightened, and he felt the aura of danger.

This was the first time he had felt the aura of danger since he got off the dungeon. In front of the beast, is Zhang Sengqiu's painting work terrifying to this extent? Or is it just a special effect?

Zhong Yue had seen the atlas in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, no matter how grotesque the totem was, it would not be too surprising or terrifying for an adult, but just now, Zhong Yue seemed to see something.

This ...... There are two horns on the head!

Zhong Yue lifted his clothes.

This small action made the pupils of the old man scratching his ears and cheeks on the side constrict. He gave Zhong Yue an answer, in fact, he didn't think about what Zhong Yue could see, it was completely unintentional to insert willows, after all, there are eight patterns, this answer actually doesn't matter, because the person who can see the clue doesn't need his answer, and the person who can't see it, give him these eight pictures, he doesn't believe that luck is so against the sky, and he can be blinded at will is one of them.

There are horns on the head......

The first one looks a bit like it.

The second one is impossible.

The third one seems to be quite similar.

The fourth one should not be.

The fifth, although there are horns on the head, but the goods should not be birds, exclude.

Zhong Yue did the elimination method, and first picked out all the horns on his head.

Originally, when Zhong Yue picked up one of them, the old man was happy, and then saw that Zhong Yue was divided into two stacks, and the old man couldn't be happy. Little brother, you're making a fuss! You're playing with hair! You should hurry up and give your brother a quasi-son. He looked at the painting wall, and it was the same as what Zhong Yue had seen before, it was empty, and he originally thought that he could see the clue with a little tricking, but now he didn't have to think about it.

Zhong Yue naturally didn't know that the person on the side had such a lot of mental activity, he glanced at the four horned ones a few times, he was too hurried to sweep them over just now, and that guy was too big, but looking at a certain part, he couldn't be sure at all.

The big brother on the side coughed twice more suggestively, like a tuberculosis ghost.

Or...... Take another look?

Zhong Yue swallowed his saliva, and said in his heart that he was afraid of a ghost, he was a player, and he wouldn't die, so it was a big deal to quit the dungeon. He took a deep breath and relaxed.

Under the blessing of the nine potentials of the gods and men, look around.

At the moment when Zhong Yue's gaze swept to the painting wall, the snoring he heard stopped abruptly, and the pretending sleeping beast suddenly opened its pupils!

Zhong Yue was shocked into a cold sweat behind his back!

Just like the brushstrokes he used to observe the nine potentials of the gods and men at the beginning, the ink rhyme came to his eyes.

Skimming the pen?

The entire martial arts arena actually trembled slightly in an instant......