Time flies, and in a flash, it is eight years.

In eight years, Wu Chong successfully passed the hospital examination, the township examination, the meeting examination and the palace examination, and achieved the fame of Jinshi.

The achievements that a normal reader needs to put in a lot of hard work and luck to achieve are easily achieved in the hands of Wu Chong, a 'hanger'.

After gaining fame, Wu Chong was successfully delegated to become an official. embarked on the path arranged for him by the dead old man, and the attitude of the eldest and younger sisters in the family towards him also changed, and everyone was proud of him. Even my mother is much better because of his changes.

He became known to all as the 'prodigal son', and many locals would set him up as an example when teaching their children.

Such a life can be regarded as a success.

Luming County.

In the Wenfeng Pavilion in the suburbs, a young man wearing a Confucian shirt is holding a pen to paint, the young man looks very ordinary, with a bamboo pen and green clothes, and he looks like a teacher in the academy. But after looking closely, there will be a different feeling, especially those eyes, which give people a feeling of reading all the vicissitudes of life.

On white rice paper, ink is stained.

Slowly taking shape under the pen of young people, it outlines a world of ink painting, with vertical and horizontal landscapes and ethereal artistic conceptions.

After drawing the background, the young man raised his pen again and sketched a figure in front of him.

At the moment when the pen was formed, a strange rhythm appeared on the tip of the pen, and the person on the paper seemed to come to life.

But the young man who painted continued to sketch the world inside the scroll as if he had no feeling.

Clouds, birds, and even the red sun!

Call!!

A fresh breeze from the mountains took shape naturally, blowing through the pavilion, carrying the hairband on the young man's head, and the birds chirping in the distance, and the breath of the mountains seemed to penetrate the paper and blend into the painting.

The young man who was painting suddenly turned his brush, added a dark cloud to the painting, and drew some drizzling rain.

Thunderclap!

The sky was clear and thundering, and dark clouds appeared in the world outside the gazebo.

But in an instant, this dark cloud covered the sky, and the rain began to fall, and after a few breaths, it turned into a torrential rain, which damped the air, and the water vapor filled the air, forming a thin layer of mist.

"What the is this weather, it rains when it says it rains." In the distance, the young man's family scolded and began to look for shelter from the rain.

In the gazebo, the young man picks up a pen and sets it aside.

"It's too harsh."

Wu Chong walked to the edge of the pavilion, glanced at the rain outside, and couldn't help but sigh.

The severity of this world is far beyond Wu Chong's imagination, and the delusion can't be 'planted' here at all, and the little power he has now still evolves according to the logic of this world. No different from the hermits of this world.

He had thought that the world lord of this world would come to him, but now it seemed that he was simply thinking too much. This kind of top-level world has long been integrated with everything, and the world lord is the one who is in harmony, and they have long since abandoned their emotions and merged themselves with the world. In the world, they are the strongest way, and the world is in them.

It was not an illusion that Wu Chong had a premonition that breaking into this world would become a 'flower fertilizer', but that the rules of this world were like this, and the world lord who fit the Heavenly Dao would wear out all unreasonable things.

After coming to this world for so long, Wu Chong can be regarded as gradually understanding.

It's just that this kind of 'Dao' is not what he wants at all, and he has encountered similar paths in the Origin Demon Great World before, but it is too far behind his 'True Immortal Dao'.

The rain comes and goes fast.

After the dark clouds cleared, the sun hung high in the sky again, and everything that had happened before seemed to be just an illusion.

"Husband, why did you run so far."

The voice sounded, and Ling Zhujun was seen from a distance getting down from the carriage, and the maid next to her grabbed her arm and led her down.

Wu Da took a shortcut in the end.

He can successfully release a place as an official, and he is the number one as soon as he gets started, and there must be the Ling family in it, otherwise with only the energy of his dead father, the starting point can be lowered by two levels.

Marrying Ling Zhujun was of great help to Wu Chong, first of all, he found Mr. Dongting.

The author of the painting scroll in the past, with the help of Ling Zhujun, he successfully apprenticed to Mr. Dongting, which saved him a lot of detours.

Later, the imperial examination and career arrangements were so smooth, and it was also the benefit of taking shortcuts, otherwise he would still be worried about some trivial matters by himself, not to mention the mysterious road to explore this world.

"Pure."

Rest the brush on the pen holder and carefully hang up the new work.

"I can paint at home, why do I run so far, it's not safer outside than inside the city"

Ling Zhujun, who walked to the pavilion, looked at Wu Chong painting again, and couldn't help but sigh, seeing that she looked like she had been walking for a long time, Wu Chong also showed a smile on his face.

The adult Ling Zhujun is much more mature than when he was in the academy, with a slender waist, mutton fat-like skin, and deep ravines hidden under the willow-green dress, which is like the original tomboy.

"Remember to bring more people with you next time you come out."

Speaking of this, Ling Zhujun's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Dai Yong, the leader of the guards, in her opinion, it must have been these guys who instigated the master to come out and hang out.

She remembered the last time, this guy seemed to want to encourage the old man to go to the hook bar to listen to the music!

Dai Yong subconsciously shrunk his neck, feeling as if there was an extra pot on his head.

Some large black iron pots.

"Okay."

Wu Chong smiled in response, stroking Ling Zhujun's hair.

Just like when you were in the fairy world, you treated the mercy star.

Anyway, it's fate. Wu Chong does not shy away from these things, what he cultivates is not a ruthless Dao, it is too high, and he needs to cut everything to become an immortal. In this world, he is the 'Second Young Master of the Wu Family', not someone's doppelganger, nor some props.

"Something happened to the family's business in Hedong, and my father asked me to take care of it."

Looking at the considerate husband, Ling Zhujun sighed and said the purpose of his coming.

She also wants to stay at home with her husband and children, but there are some things that need to be done.

The world is not as peaceful as it seems.

This world is not as simple as what she saw when she was young, and many things she came into contact with after she got married.

The Ling family is not a simple family, but a hidden martial arts family.

The head of the Ling family is a world-famous swordsman, with seven peerless sword qi in one hand, and he is one of the four innate powerhouses who suppress the world's qi.

"Go, it's all with me,"

With the improvement of his identity, Wu Chong also slowly came into contact with some of the mysteries of this world. Although Ling Zhujun usually hides it well, in front of him, this kind of hiding can be seen through at a glance.

These mysteries are somewhat special, but they are not what Wu Chong wants.

His attitude made Ling Zhujun feel even more guilty.

"I'll be back soon."

Ling Zhujun looked at her husband, her eyes were in a trance. Since they got married, the two have been getting together less and leaving more, and with the aging of her father, many things have begun to slowly transfer to her, especially not long ago, her father told her the biggest secret of the Ling family - congenital.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhujun's thoughts turned, and his eyes fell on Dai Yong next to him.

"Take care of your uncle, and don't take your uncle to the ground!!"

When Dai Yong heard this, he looked stunned. What does it mean to take a bad uncle, does he have that ability? The last time he went to Goolan to listen to the music, he didn't want to go, it was obviously his aunt who went in by himself, but when he came back, the pot was deducted on his head.

(End of chapter)