On both sides of the Bianhe River, the stars were dotted, and for a while, a star entered the clouds, and countless painters and calligraphers ran towards the phoenix.

Cao Ling looked at the movements on both sides of the Bianhe River and said, "Master has always said that you have to keep a low profile when you enter and exit the mortal world, what do you mean by doing this?"

Zhong Yue chuckled: "It's nothing, leave them a spark of hope." ”

The two Moyun phoenixes roared softly and flew upwards into the clouds, finally organizing the pace of the people who were chasing.

Some secular painters and calligraphers on both sides of the Bianhe River, some of them have never even been to the Qinghui Thirteen Bridges, and they don't even know that calligraphy and painting can be condensed into the Tao, but this night, they are all talking excitedly.

Ah, it turns out that the way of calligraphy and painting can be so magnificent.

When the two phoenixes appeared again, they had fallen on the lawn of the mansion at this moment, and many painters in Qinghui got up one after another, and the old aunt Fu was also dressed in clothes, standing on the painting floor and looking out, the old eyes looked at it with difficulty, "It's not the lord of the fast...... It seems that the Lord of the Fasting is not coming......"

"Qinghui Painting Zhai, greetings to the Venerable. ”

They never expected that in just a few days, the Cloud Palace had come to the Venerable again, this time, would they be recruiting disciples again?

Zhong Yue jumped down and looked at the newly replenished blood of these paintings, many of which were still frequent visitors to the Wenhua Pavilion at the beginning, and said jokingly: "There is really no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king?"

Hearing this familiar voice, everyone who didn't dare to raise their heads raised their heads in surprise, and looked up in surprise, "Consultant Zhong? ”

Cao Ling watched these women stand up noisily, and gathered around Zhong Yue to ask long and short questions, and he was also a little puzzled, this monster, is it so popular here?

"Sir. ”

Seeing Zhou Fang standing alone on the side, Zhong Yue was a little surprised, "What about Ah Xuan?"

"He's gone. ”

"Then you won't follow?" Zhong Yue asked with a smile, he came back this time because of a big factor, or for his two precious apprentices. He is still looking forward to what miracles will happen after the full version of the calligraphy and painting is included.

Zhou Fang said seriously: "I'm thinking about the homework assigned by my husband before. ”

Zhong Yue quieted down the people around him, walked over, and asked, "Then have you thought about it?"

"Well, think about it. I like to draw, even if I don't have the ambition of my father or brother now, and that's my answer. ”

Cao Ling on the side looked at the painting boy with such a heart, and raised his eyebrows, this Qinghui is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

"Pretty good, so you're going to go for a walk?"

Zhou Fang shook his head, "I think life in the pavilion is more suitable for me, and as soon as Ah Xuan leaves, my ears are cleaner and my attention is more concentrated." ”

"Okay, let me introduce to you, this Fairy Cao will be Qinghui's new lord in the future. Yao everyone succeeded to the position of the saint in the Cloud Palace, everyone should work harder to learn painting in the future, of course, with the saint of Yao everyone, everyone will have a greater chance of entering the Cloud Palace in the future. ”

"Really?

"Wow, Yao, are you so powerful? Cloud Palace Holy Maiden, it's really amazing. ”

Cao Ling glanced at Zhong Yue, and said in his heart, why is this person so annoying, do you have to put them together in one sentence?

Originally, I didn't want to be a phoenix tail to make a chicken head, it was already a problem on face, but now, I haven't said a word in this new fasting master, and I have been ignored by everyone.

Zhang Caifeng covered her mouth and snickered.

Zhong Yue glanced at Cao Ling, signaled that he would hand it over to her next, and left on his own.

There were a lot of cars and horses parked at the gate of Qinghui. Zhong Yue stood on top of the hall and said, "Zhong Lang, take the paper and ink." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Zhong Yue lifted the pen and licked the ink.

"When the gentleman comes back this time, aren't you going to leave?"

"No, probably going to leave soon. ”

"Where is the gentleman going?"

Zhong Yue smiled: "When Zhang Xuan left, did you ask him where he was going and what he was going to do?"

Zhou Fang shook his head.

"Did he give you the [Ink Condensation Technique]?"

"He wanted to give it to me, I didn't. ”

Zhong Yue smiled: "What's the matter?"

Although in the great sects, this method of condensing ink into the Tao may be commonplace, but in the world, it is a treasure that is difficult to buy.

"I was greedy, but I hadn't thought about it at the time, so I didn't ask for it, and I didn't ask. ”

"Good. ”

Zhong Yue poured ink on his pen.

Now after condensing ink into the Tao, the grasp and control of the nine potentials of the gods and men are even more perfect, although masterpieces such as rice wine posts and sweet potato posts still cannot be restored, but what Zhong Yue can guarantee is that every time he puts pen to paper, he is committed to his intentions.

Lide Liyan,

No questions asked.

Although Zhou Fang has not learned calligraphy, when he saw this exquisite calligraphy, his pupils shrank, "Mr. is really a god." ”

"I dare not call the word god and man. ”

Zhong Yue learned the nine potentials of gods and men, but if he really wants to call himself a god, it is obvious that Wang Po is selling melons. He glanced at Qinghui's bright lights and the grand scene of cars and horses outside, patted Zhou Fang's shoulder, and said, "Do you want to learn calligraphy? ”

Zhou Fang looked at the words in his hand, was silent for a moment, raised his head, and said resolutely: "I still want to paint." ”

"Great goodness. ”

"Sir, praise falsely. ”

Zhong Yue chuckled, at this moment, he seemed to see Liu Shao'e, as if he saw Qian Yunyao, as if he saw one master after another, and realized the pride of being a teacher.

"I'm leaving. Remember, stick to your own ideas, and don't forget what you said today. ”

Zhou Fang bowed, "Congratulations to Mr." ”

Zhong Yue put a black robe on his body and walked out through the side door on one side.

The mansion garden painters were bustling, and there were countless outsiders in the Thirteen Bridges, Zhong Yue put on a black hat and left in a low-key manner under Zhou Fang's respect.

"Mr. Liu, I will try. ”

……

……

Regardless of Xidong, this is what Zhong Yue gave to Zhou Fang, and it was also given to himself.

He still has a long way to go, as for where to go, even Zhong Yue himself is confused, the world is so big, go to find Qingteng, or go to pursue the grass saint Zhao Xu?

It seems that both of these are difficult, so where is the world so big?

Zhong Yue felt a little sad, this place did not belong to him, his hometown, no longer here.

"The bell is not a device. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the few people who were coming from the sword and stopped.

"Is Sword Pavilion such a small belly?"

"Hehe, you have two junior brothers, you are so ruthless, leaving you as a scourge in the world, I am afraid that it will also harm others, rather than this, it is better for us to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the five Sword Pavilion Commanders who were standing on the moral high ground, and asked slowly, "You guys...... Isn't that interesting?"

"Huh?"

"The people of Lu Long Sword Pavilion are more shameless than the dog slaughterers in the market. ”

"Presumptuous!"

"Junior, look for death!"

On the bank of the Bianhe River, there was a wave of waves.