Time passed, and in a flash, it was three years.

In the past three years, Wu Chong has been extremely bland, as if he has really become an ordinary person in this world.

In his thirties, he grew a long beard, and his whole person looked much more stable. His paintings became more and more valuable, and his fame spread abroad.

Under the activities of the Ling family, he was promoted once not long ago and became the prefect of Jiangzhou. The power is still in the Jiangnan realm, and after coming to this world for so long, Wu Chong has gradually understood the pattern of this world. On the bright side, there is the existence of the imperial court, and it is the supreme of the world.

But in fact, the world is controlled by the four innate families, and the imperial court is just a derivative of the compromise of the four families.

With this kind of background, the people of the royal family will naturally not be reconciled.

They are desperate to master the power of 'innate'. The Seven Emotions Society was born in this context, according to the news that Wu Chong has received over the years, although the royal family is not congenital, but there is also a treasure inside, and they used this treasure to make the four major families recognize their orthodox status.

So the world is divided into five.

But these are all battles between big shots, and everyone is still amicable on the surface.

For the common people, the world is unified.

Wu Chong didn't deliberately inquire about these news, they were all collected by Ma Qiang when they were collecting cheats over the years.

Early in the morning, the sun is shining.

The sky was blue after the rain, and the air was filled with the scent of earth. The old buildings of the government are full of vitality under the early morning sun, and the young shoots that have just broken the ground on the walls grow in the sunlight, and the dew drops hang on the branches, and the emerald green is dripping.

After being promoted to the prefect, Wu Chong still lived in the mansion.

Wu Chong, who was in his thirties, was emaciated, wearing a sky-blue official uniform, standing in the courtyard and slowly drawing.

Next to him, Ling Zhujun, who was dressed in an emerald green robe, slowly helped him grind his ink, just like the women in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, gentle and lovely.

"The master's skills are getting deeper and deeper, and the eagle on this painting seems to be about to fly out."

At the moment when Wu Chong lifted the pen, Ling Zhujun couldn't help but praise it.

Although Wu Chong does not have the ability to 'know' cultivation, this talent is what she admires the most, and her husband has never changed over the years, and he is still as calm and atmospheric as he was at the beginning. And the aura on his body is even more charming.

"It's still a little worse."

Wu Chong put the pen on the pen holder and sighed.

His painting skills have been stagnant in the second realm for three years, and he has painted many paintings in three years, but in the end he has not been able to reach the third level.

God!

This is the third level of painting and calligraphy.

Many people think this is conjecture, but Wu Chong knows that this realm is real. Because the panels have been included, this morning he was inspired, he thought that the opportunity for a breakthrough had come, who knew that after a painting, there was still a little bit of meaning, this eagle wings picture is still the level of 'meaning'.

"It's already very powerful, and now the old man's paintings outside are hard to find."

As he spoke, a hint of pride flashed in Ling Zhujun's eyes.

The husband she chose is so good.

Wu Chong smiled and set his eyes on the appointment on the table next to him.

'The decree promoted Wu Chong, the prefect of Jiangzhou, to the governor of Qingjiang, and the decree will take effect on the date it arrives. ’

This is where the appointment comes in.

Everyone knows that Wu Chong is Ling Zhujun's husband and the hardcore Ling family.

But the royal family didn't seem to know, and transferred him to another place, and the Qingjiang above was the area controlled by the royal family, and if Wu Chong passed, the days would definitely not be peaceful.

When he received this order before, Ling Zhujun directly threw the things on the ground, and Wu Chong asked his subordinates to pick them up.

The appointment was issued three days ago, and as soon as Wu Chong received the appointment, he knew that a new round of temptation was coming. Although his life has been peaceful over the years, the Ling family has never lived in peace. His wife Ling Zhujun has already killed the name of a 'Jade Rakshasa', and it can be imagined that the competition behind it is fierce.

"Husband wants to go?"

A hint of melancholy flashed in Ling Zhujun's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a demonic aura.

She wondered if she had been too merciful lately, making some people think that they had caught a flaw and tested her.

In Ling Zhujun's opinion, his husband, a scholar who doesn't know anything, definitely doesn't want to give up this opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune. The governor of Qingjiang is a high-ranking place in his official residence, which is a height that many scholars cannot reach in their lifetime, and this temptation is a temptation that cannot be refused for people who do not know the 'dark side' of the world.

"Naturally, I want to."

Wu Chong thought about the other side.

He has not been idle over the years, using Ma Qiang's group of people, the tool people under his hands have developed a large group.

These people are all hardcores who have cultivated 'supernatural powers'.

Under the erosion of these people, the speed at which he had been eroding the Heavenly Dao had accelerated recently.

"It's dangerous outside, if you just want to be promoted"

Ling Zhujun hesitated for a moment, but still said his thoughts.

"I'm going to be an official, not a bandit, what's the danger? In this world, it is difficult for someone to dare to plot the court officials. Wu Chong touched Ling Zhujun's hair and interrupted what she hadn't finished speaking.

Ling Zhujun was silent.

In his opinion, the husband must be a scholar's arrogance.

He doesn't want to rely on the relationship of the Ling family, he wants to use his talent to prove himself, instead of being said to be a courtier who relies on nepotism to be promoted.

"Then I have one condition."

Ling Zhujun raised his head and looked at Wu Chong with a determined gaze.

"Bring Dai Yong with me, I can rest assured that he will protect me."

"Okay."

Wu Chong responded to this request.

Dai Yong is no different from the air man to him, he secretly doesn't know how many things he has done in the past three years, which time is not Dai Yong guarding the door. This kid is now an ornament, Ma Qiang and they can easily kill him.

However, Wu Chong knew the reason why Ling Zhujun let him bring Dai Yong with him, he could feel that Dai Yong was sealed with a force, this power was very similar to the aura on Ling Zhujun's body, and it was estimated that at a certain critical juncture, this power would burst out and save his life.

After sending Ling Zhujun away, Wu Chong returned to the room.

Looking at the eagle wings on the table, a fierce aura broke out, the fierce goshawk poked out its head, and the eagle stared at Wu Chong, giving him an unprecedented sense of ferocity. This is something that has never been seen in any previous painting, and under this atmosphere, the eagle on the scroll seems to be 'alive'.

With life!

The unruly eyes were full of rebellion, and he was dissatisfied with Wu Chong, the creator.

"It's a bit similar to my skin painting technique, I don't know if I can learn from it."

Wu Chong stretched out his hand and pressed his five fingers on the eagle's head.

The black smoke rose, and when the palm of his hand was removed, the eagle returned to the scroll, but the difference was that it changed its posture, and there was another emotion in its unruly eyes.

That's fear.

(End of chapter)