A dark chamber.

The brazier of three logs burned, and the beating light of the fire reflected the few people in the secret room.

One person sat on a tiger skin chair above, and one person stood on the left and right sides.

The two people below knelt on top of the green bricks, and cold sweat continued to flow out of their foreheads.

"You can't do anything like that."

The man on the tiger skin chair smashed the half-eaten watermelon in his hand to the ground. With a 'pop', the melon skin exploded, and the red soil inside was scattered everywhere. The two people who were trembling below suddenly slammed their heads on the ground when they heard the voice, and their mouths kept trembling and said.

"Big brother spare your life, big brother spare your life!"

"Last night's operation to eliminate the seven major families of the Ling family's vassals, I sent out seven teams, and the others all snatched things back."

The figure in the tiger skin chair stepped to the side and drew a steel knife from the waist of the guard on the left. The sound of blades slicing through the scabbard echoed through the chamber like a talisman.

The figure walked to the middle of the hall with a knife in hand and stomped on the head of one of them.

The firelight on the wall next to it reflected the person's appearance.

A strong man with a full face of flesh, three scars on the left side of his face, and a pair of tiger eyes like a beast, just looking at each other, you can feel the suppressed cruelty in it.

"Just the two of you coming home empty-handed, you say, how should I reward you?!"

As he spoke, the strong man's feet exerted, and the man whose head he trampled on let out a terrible scream. Seeing this, the other person kowtowed desperately, and he didn't care about his broken head, and let it flow without knowing it.

"Big brother, give us another chance! This time. This time."

Poof!

The sword flashed, and the head of the man who was stepped on by the strong man suddenly separated. Blood splattered, a round head gurgled to the side, and those eyes stared at the other person who had survived, never closing their eyes.

The man next to him, who hadn't finished speaking, was scared, and the smell of urine flowed out of his pants.

"Do you know why I slaughtered him?"

The strong man casually threw the steel knife in his hand aside, squatted down and grabbed the hair of the remaining man, and brought the other party up.

"Because not only did he not complete the task, but he also let the living mouth run to the Ling family!"

Tang Qiaoqiao's sister and brother fled to the Ling family, and the impact was overall. Now that the Ling family has reacted, they will definitely start a comprehensive counterattack, and what they will have to deal with in the future is not the local forces of the Ling family, but those masters who have fought back.

"Although you failed, you have killed the people anyway, and because of this, I have decided to give you another chance."

After speaking, the strong man stood up and wiped the blood in his hand on the other party's clothes in disgust.

The man who escaped death was immediately pleasantly surprised when he heard this, and he didn't care about the wet crotch, so he swore a poisonous oath on the spot.

"Thank you big brother for not killing, I will definitely complete the task this time, otherwise I will come to see you."

The strong man returned to his chair, and the subordinate next to him handed him a watermelon again.

"Forget about chasing and killing the remnants of the Tang family, I have a new task for you here." As he spoke, the strong man's eyes signaled, and the guard next to him quickly walked over and unfolded a picture scroll.

The painter's skills are very profound, and the people on the scroll are lifelike.

It was Wu Chong.

"This person is the husband of Ling Zhujun, the daughter of the Ling family, the county magistrate of Luming County. A helpless reader, you go and get him back. ”

A helpless reader?

Although it is a county order, for these people, this status has no deterrent effect.

Court?

If the imperial court works, there will be no four major families in this world.

"Be careful, this person should be protected by a master." The strong man added.

"Little brother understands."

The man immediately got up, and the opportunity to make meritorious service came.

After picking up the portrait on the ground, the man rushed out without looking back.

"What's the use of this waste? You're not afraid he'll mess things up again. In the shadows, a figure stepped out. This person had a strange mask of anger on his face, and it was the angry face man who had plotted against Wu Chong on the mountain.

After the last failed plot, he sensed the problem.

There should be a master next to that county order that they didn't find, and the last incident was destroyed by that hidden master.

"There is also a use of waste for waste."

The strong man picked up the wooden spoon next to him and ate the watermelon again.

"It's because he's useless, so we can lower the attention of the Ling family, what we have to do is to block those masters."

"Huh!"

The Fury-faced man sneered, then disappeared into the darkness again.

The strong man stopped eating melons and looked in the direction where the angry-faced man had disappeared.

tui!

A mouthful of watermelon seeds spat out against the wall

Since knowing the existence of 'knowledge', Wu Chong has a new way to comprehend calligraphy and painting. The paintings he has made have also undergone new changes, and now he has completely mastered the second realm of calligraphy and painting, 'meaning', and every painting he paints can influence people outside.

The paintings of the Egret County Order have slowly become famous, and in this part of Gangnam Province, it is already possible to establish a mountain.

The third realm of calligraphy and painting, 'God', is already at the level of metaphysics.

Ordinary people have basically never seen it, and he is not the only one who has seen the book that Wu Chong saw at the beginning, and many people regard the latter two realms as nonsense and think that it is the author's fantasy.

"Master, how does the tiger on your painting look alive?"

In the gazebo in the backyard of the government.

Wu Chong put aside the scroll he had just drawn to dry.

The curious guard looked over.

This painting depicts a fierce tiger, and with the blessing of 'Yi', the tiger in the scroll seems to come to life, and the ferocity on the paper seems to be about to rush out of the picture, and the guards who watch it are frightened and take two steps back.

Hearing others say this, Dai Yong, the leader of the guards who had been looking at Wu Chong unpleasantly, couldn't help but take a look at the new painting.

At first glance, even he couldn't help but take half a step back.

The tiger on the paper seemed to be really spiritual, and when he looked closely, he seemed to really hear the tiger's roar.

But when he looked at it, he found that the tiger was still on paper, and there was no roar of a beast, everything seemed to be just an illusion.

Weird!

Dai Yong was a little strange, and secretly recorded this strange scene in his heart, ready to wait for the young lady to come back and report the matter to her.

"It's easy to draw shapes, but it's hard to paint, and my painting only captures part of the charm, which is still a lot worse." This tiger picture was painted by Wu Chong to simulate 'awareness', the effect is better than the previous paintings, and the meaning on the painting has existed for a longer time, and it will not be like before, after a short rain, it will have no effect.

"Alright, let's all disperse."

Having dispersed the guards, Wu Chong placed the lake pen on the table.

I was a little tired after painting all morning, so I took off the tiger painting and put it away. He was going to go back to the house to rest for a while, and by the way, he would study the combination of 'knowledge' and delusion, and during this time he had probably figured out a direction.

The promenade of the government is a garden structure, with rockeries and flowers on both sides.

Wu Chong walked on the corridor, and the sunlight from the side reflected in, pulling down a shadow.

(End of chapter)