"Your name is Wang Tiezhu, yes, along the way, your blood concentration can be said to be the best I have ever seen, and I believe you will have a lot of room for growth in the future." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Zhuo Ran smiled and put away the bloodline book.

Wang Tiezhu is the last tester in Qingshui Village, since he has already qualified, there is no need to continue the test, while there is still some time, Zhuo Ran feels that he can just go to Xuancheng to see how the situation of Xuancheng's side is.

"Thank you, Lord Messenger!" Wang Tiezhu tried his best to hide his joy, but when he glanced at Zhuo Wen next to him, he still couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This laughter was originally nothing, after all, joy is a heartfelt emotion, and it is indeed worth being happy to be favored by the Luozhou clan.

It's just that Wang Tiezhu's laughter didn't taste good in Zhuo Wen's ears, and he always felt as if there was something in his laughter, as if he was saying, "See, I'm the best in blood! The envoy has said that I will have a lot of room for growth in the future?

Zhuo Wen frowned, he couldn't cry or laugh, his expression was the same tangled as Director Jin, from this moment on, the impression of this young man in his heart undoubtedly dropped a lot of points, turned his head, Zhuo Wen didn't want to pay attention to him, the villain was just ambitious, the more he ignored him, the more he faced, if he knew that he would become like this, he simply didn't save him, let him be bitten to death by a poisonous snake.

If it weren't for the bloodline, Wang Tiezhu's qualification would not have been able to save him except for painting saints, this is a fact, and Zhuo Wen is just talking about it, but he didn't expect that in Wang Tiezhu's opinion, Zhuo Wen's attitude is to look down on him with a posture, so as soon as Wang Tiezhu gets the results, he can't wait to show off more, so that Zhuo Wen feels uncomfortable and even jealous, and it is best to turn around to slap him.

It's a pity that Zhuo Wen has no other emotions except for being surprised, jealousy? I'm sorry, even if you are the son of the painting saint, you don't have anything to make me jealous.

Zhuo Wen's bland performance made Wang Tiezhu bored, but he was still a triumphant look, too, I couldn't afford you a moment ago, but at this moment, I am the same generation as you, maybe I will come back and surpass you far later, when the time comes, I will be condescending, and then I will be ashamed of today's refusal, so that you have no place to be ashamed, hum... That's the price you pay for looking down on me!

After all, Wang Tiezhu is young and frivolous, and people are in good spirits at happy events, so he can't think about it, especially when he thinks that he will make Zhuo Wen regret it in the future, he will be secretly cool for a while.

Zhuo Ran didn't know if he had noticed the subtlety between the two, and still said to Wang Tiezhu with a natural and soft appearance: "From today onwards, I will take you to the Zhuo family clan in Luozhou to be cultivated and baptized, but your name can no longer be used, no matter what reasons and regulations your village has, since you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors, you should be surnamed Zhuo." ”

"The younger generation is dull, please give the name of the messenger. After listening to this, Wang Tiezhu also felt that it was very reasonable, and it was time to change it, otherwise wouldn't it be a joke for me to use such a rustic and old-fashioned name as Wang Tiezhu when I galloped through the rivers and lakes in the future? Suddenly, Wang Tiezhu still complained that his father was uneducated, and even took a name for himself.

"Master Painter, then you can give him a good name, right?" Wang Tiezhu next to his elderly father, at this moment, he looked at his son's gaze but always felt a little strange, in fact, in the past two days, he also felt that the contact with his son was getting less and less, and he always felt that his son seemed to be becoming more and more assertive and thoughtful, at the end of the day, he didn't even say a few words to him, and now he didn't even change his name and surname without discussing with himself before deciding on his own.

Although he knew that this name change was the will of the painter and could not be disobeyed, but his son's attitude, Uncle Wang still muttered a little psychologically, and even had an idea in his heart, I am afraid that his son will not return if he is gone today...

"Okay, then from today onwards, how about you call Zhuo Feng?" Zhuo Ran thought about it, and saw that there were maple leaves falling around, so he said casually.

"Zhuo Feng? Okay!" Oh no, it should be called Zhuo Feng now. Zhuo Feng's eyes could be said to be shining at the moment, thinking that the envoy of Luozhou was worthy of being the envoy of Luozhou, and he could see the cultural cultivation with just a few words, and he was so handsome even when he took a name, which was hundreds of times better than his iron pillar stupid appearance.

However, some people are happy and some are depressed, such as Zhuo Wen.

When he heard that Wang Tiezhu had forcibly turned into Zhuo Feng, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but think of another disgusting guy with the same name, and he felt goosebumps all over his body in an instant.

At this time, Zhuo Wen also noticed a situation, he felt that maybe the earliest Luozhou envoys were only Zhuo Ran and the two old men beside her, and the other maids or retinue teenagers, it seemed that she should be the excellent seedlings screened from various family branches along the way, no wonder they were all so fierce and fierce at a young age.

Now, now there is another Zhuo Feng in this team, and together, there are four people under Zhuo Ran's command, thinking about it, Zhuo Wen can't help but sigh for a while, obediently, only four people have been selected when a state has come to the end, so it can be seen how difficult it is to be selected.

To tell the truth, if it is compared to talent and knowledge, Zhuo Wen is not a false person, in terms of talent, he is not only a congenital painter, but also a superior painter, the landscape world dare not say, there are definitely no more people in Mozhou who can compare with him in terms of qualifications.

As for knowledge, he has the memory of ancient and modern painting and calligraphy techniques in his previous life, and there are countless sage painting collections and academic theories in his mind, not to mention that today's successive induction of the second teaching has been affirmed by the Holy Ancestor, I am afraid that it will not be long before Xuancheng East Palace knows this kind of thing, and at least it will give itself a reputation reward of "One Word Master", and the fame of the whole city is small.

Although fame is a fictitious title that has no practical effect, when you go out and shine, people will know that you are a professional in this field, and you will have a lot of face.

Zhuo Wen's list of titles is enough to shake the whole state, and he is also full of confidence in his heritage, but when it comes to the issue of bloodline, he is a little bottomless.

That's right, no matter how powerful Zhuo Wen is, but after all, he is just the last descendant of the side branch of the Xuancheng Zhuo family, which is equivalent to a branch of the branch, and the concentration of the bloodline can be imagined, and the probability of thinning must be higher than that of being rich, but now that he sees that the combat power of Zhuo Feng's side branch can be selected, in comparison, Zhuo Wen feels that his probability should not be too low.

Of course, this is just his personal imagination, and Zhuo Wen is not sure what will happen at that time.

Qingshui Village was in trouble, and Zhuo Feng naturally followed the team. Zhuo Wen Zhuo Ran and his party are ready to come to the next stop: Xuancheng! )