Everyone in the T-shaped room was silent and sat up one after another.

Several big men with tigers and bears and muscles on their backs, carrying a copper tripod half a foot square, slowly stepped into the threshold.

"I'll go, what kind of thing is this, it takes these strong men and four people to be able to move. ”

"Could it be a treasure related to the saint, you see, this tripod is shaking, and the liquid in it is not trembling at all!"

A few who were far away were all looking over with their necks tilted and their bodies slightly hanging in the air. The blue-clothed family Ding looked superior, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "This is the residual ink left by the ancestor of the Zhang family. ”

The crowd exclaimed, "Sage Mo!"

"Treasure!"

Zhong Yue asked in a low voice, "Seventh elder brother, the sage ink has a peaceful effect." ”

"What Seventh Brother?" the old man turned.

Zhong Yue smiled, "You have seven times in one night." ”

"Oh, haha, that ...... Keep it low-key. This sage Yu Mo is the ink that the sage grinds and holds luck, if ordinary people can use it, they will be haunted by luck, and they will be closer to the Han Mo Realm. ”

"Hanmo Realm?" Zhong Yue's eyelids twitched, the calligraphy and painting were like cultivating immortals, and there was also a realm division, this fantasy style was a bit heavy.

Seeing Zhong Yue's bewildered look, Ye Qilang shook his head and said, "Hanmo, Squa Feng, Fashu, and Sages, whether they are calligraphers or painters, are all divided into high and low levels in this realm, are you a great cadre?"

"yes, yes. Zhong Yue smiled.

A few big men slowly put the tripod in it, and several members of the Zhang family stood up, bowed to the tripod, and the blue-clothed steward turned around and said: "If you can get this ink with a pen, you can pass this pass and continue the selection in the future, but you will serve in Xingzhu City for one year." ”

As a coolie?

The corners of Zhong Yue's mouth twitched slightly, looked at the people around him, and asked in a low voice with some puzzlement: "Seventh brother, this is just this level, you have to be forced labor, why do you all seem to be very willing?"

"Idiot. I'd rather be a coolie in Star City for the rest of my life!"

"Why?"

"Out of Star City, no one dares to collect your body if you die in the wilderness!"

"That ......"

"Don't do this, that, look at it!"

Zhong Yue turned his gaze to the edge of the ink ding. The first tall, but "revealing" beggar outfit had stepped forward. Grabbed a pen from the side and reached into Dingzhong.

According to Zhong Yue's normal thinking, unless he is mentally retarded and his pen is not stained with ink, how can anyone not lift the ink?

However, the next scene made Zhong Yue dumbfounded.

The man held the pen and slowly fell, and suddenly his wrist hung in mid-air and did not move. After a few seconds, his body began to tremble, and he looked like he was cowering.

The family on the side swept his eyes and sighed, "Next." ”

"No, I can do it, I can ......"

Before the words fell, the hand holding the pen had begun to tremble.

Zhong Yue muttered to himself, "It's such an exaggeration......"

"What do you think? It's a saint's thing, you're really angry. ”

Zhong Yue saw Ye Qilang's calm appearance, so he asked in a low voice, "Seventh brother, do you have any methods?"

The old man squinted his eyes, "Want to know?"

"yes. Zhong Yue smiled slightly, although he didn't have the intention to get into it, but now he can only take one step at a time, this is coolie, then there must be no freedom, how can this be a book into a painting?

"That's not possible, tell you, isn't it just cultivating my competitors?"

Zhong Yue said with a smile: "You are so capable, you must be far better than me, even if the little brother is lucky enough to pass the first level, he will definitely not be able to break through after that." ”

The old man glanced at Zhong Yue with a mouse's eyebrows, and whispered in his ear: "Then I'll tell you, the secret is ......"

The people around pricked up their ears one after another, wanting to add some odds to themselves, but the old man said very softly, except for Zhong Yue, no one heard Ye Qi Lao Lang say anything.

The old man patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder and said, "I told you, don't tell others." ”

Zhong Yue nodded, attracting jealous glances from the others.

Another failed man walked out of the room with his head down, and went to the side to register for service, and the blue-clothed steward shouted expressionlessly, "Next." ”

The old man kicked Zhong Yue with his foot, "It's your turn." ”

Zhong Yue stood up and walked methodically to the side of the bronze tripod. Picking up the brush that was not brilliant in the slightest, he looked at the ink in the tripod without the slightest ripple.

Sticking a pole into the end? Really fake......

Zhong Yue hadn't tried such a thing either, but the old man said so, he saw that those people before him didn't even have the courage to put a pen into the ding, so he might as well try Ye Qilang's suggestion.

He habitually twisted the pen with two fingers and slammed into the dingzhong.

The ink that had been in Dingzhong's original ancient well suddenly surged up, and Zhong Yue immediately felt a wave of resistance, forcing him not to take offense.

Is this the so-called saint's luck?

Zhong Yue felt the repulsive force generated by two magnetic poles of the same name, and clutched his pen with a frown.

What kind of game is this!

The more the pen fell in his hand, the stronger the repulsion became.

Zhong Yue felt his scalp tingle, and this repulsion was like a big man hindering your way, which made him very uncomfortable.

Is this the way to break through the bottleneck of calligraphy?

Zhong Yue suddenly thought, maybe the bottleneck in reality is nothing, and the system uses such a way to improve himself? Thinking of this, Zhong Yue inadvertently wanted to use the nine potentials of the gods and men, which was completely subconscious, just like Zhong Yue writing calligraphy now, wherever the brushwork goes, the muscles and bones contained are all the brushwork of the nine potentials of the gods.

At the moment when he used the Nine Potentials of the Divine Man, this powerful repulsive force suddenly became a huge suction force as if the magnetic poles were flipping.

Insert!

Zhong Yue's undecided hand was instantly sucked into the ink ding.

The inch-long tip of the pen is firmly inserted into the ink of the so-called saint.

The family who was about to call the next one on the side was also stunned.

Actually...... It's in!

The people who saw Zhong Yue's move were also stunned. Seven or eight people before didn't even have the courage to put pen to paper, but this person actually succeeded in one fell swoop!

However, Jia Ding was surprised, when he saw that the pen in Zhong Yue's hand was in the ink for an inch, and the entire pen was not in it, a trace of ridicule was wiped on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, the fool deserves to be in the T-shaped room, and the ink is inch, can you mention it?

"I said you, your heart is so big, this is stretched so low, why are you here?

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, "Ah? I'm here to make soy sauce." ”

As he spoke, he inadvertently got up and lifted the pen in his hand......