Noisy long street.

Wu Chong pondered the four realms of the way of calligraphy and painting.

After chewing on the collection of books in the academy, he began to try to practice calligraphy and painting in a spiritual way.

The first step is to practice calligraphy and painting. The word calligraphy and painting is simple to say, but in fact it involves two disciplines. Each door needs ordinary people to contact for a lifetime, in Wu Chong's memory, there has been the existence of calligraphy and painting, but there are few people in the entire history, Wu Chong wants to start from scratch to reach that point, unless it is opened.

Fortunately, that's what he thought in the first place.

As long as the ice is broken, use experience points to top up the skill.

The practice didn't go well at first.

Without the blessing of extraordinary power, his progress is just an ordinary person with slightly better qualifications.

"Brother Wu, come here! There's a shadow puppet show here!! ”

The voice sounded, pulling Wu Chong's thoughts back.

It was the Son of Destiny in the academy who spoke, Ling Zhujun, who was dressed as a man. His bodyguard, Dai Yong, was guarding the passers-by in the distance, faithfully carrying out his duties as a guard. Although he pretended to be a scholar, he could see it at a glance by a discerning person.

Wu Chong came out to shop today and was also invited by Ling Zhujun.

I owe a favor, and I'm always embarrassed to refuse.

In order to learn calligraphy and painting before, he asked Ling Zhujun to help him find a teacher. There is no need to be poor and tough when there are connections, and Wu Da has never done it. Eating while standing is delicious, but why do you have to stand when you can lie down!

The center of the crowd.

A stage is performed here, next to which there are gongs who ask for money, and there are several juggling craftsmen on either side.

On a palm-sized stage, two shadow puppeteers are hand-to-hand with each other.

The inheritance of shadow puppetry is now very few people know. You can only occasionally meet it in the Grand Bazaar, and the craftsmen of this show are very good, and there are ventriloquist masters next to them with various sound effects. The audience next to them will raise their hands and applaud from time to time when they see the highlights.

Wu Chong glanced at it twice, and then he was not interested.

With his eyes closed, he began to continue to recall the knowledge of the first realm of calligraphy and painting.

Ling Zhujun next to him was very excited, and his little face flushed when he saw it.

After the performance, she threw a silver ingot directly, and the stall owner was so shocked that she came out and thanked her several times.

After watching the performance, Ling Zhujun took him to eat several famous snacks, and walked around until the end of the lantern festival in the evening.

During this time, the relationship between Ling Zhujun and Wu Chong also changed from strangeness to familiarity.

The initial contact was really just curiosity, but after getting along for so long, even she couldn't tell her emotions clearly.

Maybe that's fate.

This thought popped up in Ling Zhujun's mind.

"I'm going back."

In front of the vermilion gate, Ling Zhujun stopped.

This is the mansion of their Ling family, and she didn't hide anything from the communication with Wu Chong, at first she was afraid that Wu Chong would be like those flatterers, and she became nodding after learning her identity. But later, Wu Chong's performance made her more and more sure of her vision.

That kind of unmoved look is not comparable to the flatterers in the academy at all.

The waves are calm and calm.

This is purely Ling Zhujun's own brain supplement, and many Wu Chong himself may not have thought of it.

Dai Yong in the distance still wanted to come over, but was glared back by the little girl. The unwilling Dai Yong could only glare at Wu Chong from a distance to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Brother Wu, tell you a secret."

The little girl was holding a lantern that Wu Chong had 'sent' her not long ago.

This gift is just Ling Zhujun's own opinion, because it is her money. Although it was not a valuable item, Ling Zhujun was still very happy. From the time she met in the academy, Wu Chong gave her a different feeling. That magical attraction made her feel like a child of destiny.

'He's the guy I'm looking for!' ’

Thinking of this, Ling Zhujun made a decision in his heart.

"What's the secret?"

Wu Chong was speechless, and this girl almost had the words 'you ask me' written on her face.

"Don't be too surprised."

After speaking, Ling Zhujun grabbed his hat and pulled it back gently.

The long black hair slipped down the hat, revealing Ling Zhujun's original appearance as a daughter.

Master Wu was speechless.

Is this still a secret?

"How's that!"

Ling Zhujun didn't notice this detail, she decided to tell Wu Chong about her gender today, and it was also a decision that she made after struggling for a long time. Because she didn't want to miss it, Brother Wu was so dumbfounded, if she didn't tell him, what would he do if he kept treating me as a brother.

"Uh, that's amazing!"

The corners of Wu Chong's mouth twitched, trying to show a surprised expression.

"I knew it."

Ling Zhujun looked satisfied.

Dai Yong, the guard in the distance, couldn't stand it anymore, and covered his face with one hand.

"Here's for you."

After speaking, before Wu Chong could react, Ling Zhujun handed over the gift that had been prepared in his hand a long time ago.

Looking at the little girl who ran away, Wu Chong smiled.

"Huh?"

As he opened the gift, a strange breath came out.

This kind of aura can only be seen by Wu Chong, although because of the different rules of the world, his 'true immortal' power cannot be exerted, but his own personality still exists, and he can see many things that the living beings in the world cannot see.

"Sure enough, it's calligraphy and painting."

Taking things out, Wu Chong saw a beautifully packaged calligraphy and painting.

Wu Chong has been studying calligraphy and painting during this time, and Ling Zhujun also knows about it, so she specially asked people to prepare this calligraphy and painting, which is regarded as a gift exchange.

Unfolding the scroll, Wu Chong saw an ink painting.

What catches your eye is a lake, and there is a pavilion in the center, in which a scholar wearing a green mountain stands on the river embankment, looking into the distance, and the picture is hazy and farther away. There is also a small poem in the lower right corner, signed - Dongting.

"Huh"

Wu Chong's hand touched the picture, and he felt a faint fluctuation from it, and when he looked at the picture for a long time, he would feel a sense of relaxation and happiness.

"It's too weak."

Wu Chong observed for a while, and quickly absorbed the artistic conception contained in the scroll.

But this bit of power, at most, can be used to light a fire.

It doesn't play any role at all, let alone pry into the strict rules of this world and plant your own 'delusion'.

"Looks like this little girl needs to have more contact."

After collecting the scroll, Wu rushed into the carriage.

He is now just an ordinary student of the academy, and if he wants to explore more secrets, he needs to improve his status.

Imperial examination.

The legacy of his dead father should be enough for him to embark on a career in office.

After having an identity, I will find a way to inquire who this so-called Mr. Dongting is.

This is the long-term solution.

Wu Chong still had a shortcut in his heart, and thinking of this, he glanced back at the majestic mansion behind him.

(End of chapter)