There are no turnarounds and challenges, and people like Zhen Youqian know Wu Chong's background better than anyone else.

After a brief period of anger, they quickly relented.

took the initiative to supply Wu Chong with the majority of the benefits, and also punished a series of officials who offended Wu Chong's subordinates, and Zhen Youqian himself personally knelt outside Wu Chong's door with a few cores. It wasn't until the next day that Wu Chong accepted their filial piety and let go of his heart.

That's the difference that comes with strength.

Wu Chong can lift the table, but they can't.

Because there is only one life.

The fish will die, but the net will not break, and even their desperate fight may not be able to hurt one of Wu Chong's fingers. So how to choose, it was decided from the beginning.

Den.

Wu Chong walked to the window and pushed it open.

After disposing of Fei San, the batch of cheats he was seized was sent over, and several large boxes full of them were piled up outside. He didn't look at it for the time being, believing that Zhen Youqian and others would not dare to fool him on such a trivial matter.

It was already dark outside.

The rooster began to crow, and the wild dogs barked inside the box.

The early vendors began to order tofu, and some begging people began their busy day.

"Boss, how do you sell this little cabbage?"

"Sincere Sanwen."

With a smile on his face, the vendor negotiated the price with the grocery buyer. Farther away, the old man who fried fried fritters put the noodles in his hand into the oil pot, and the fragrance was overflowing. The apprentice behind him once again missed the opportunity to steal the school and was beating his chest. The little people have the way of living the little people, even if it is the craft of frying fritters, it is also necessary to learn the art.

A smile appeared at the corner of Wu Chong's mouth.

He remembered that before he crossed into this world, his grandfather had been an apprentice in a breakfast shop, and he had not learned the essence of the first-hand churro technique for seven years, and the taste of the fried was always a little worse than that of the old master, and he didn't know which process was missing.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wu Chong's thoughts flew far away.

It's been a long time since he's stopped to observe the life around him like he is now, and he doesn't know when he started living less and less like a person.

"When I preach Daluo, I will find a quiet place to live well."

After preaching Daluo, no one should be able to murder himself, and his safety is finally guaranteed.

Time passed, and two months passed.

"My lord, there is a Taoist priest outside who wants to visit you, and he has a royal waist card in his hand, and we dare not refuse." Dai Yong walked in from outside, still holding a prayer note in his hand.

"After enduring it for so long, you finally made a move?" Wu Chong glanced at the greeting post sent in by Dai Yong, and then opened it casually.

'The twenty-seventh generation of Tianshumen advocates Zhengchao's seeking. ’

When he came to Jianghuai City to take office, he encountered an assassination.

At that time, Wu Chong thought that there would be a series of calculations and targets after arriving in Jianghuai City, but he didn't expect that it was just a temptation, and then there was no movement. Jianghuai City has not heard of any forces related to the royal family, except for Zhen Youqian, a group of local head snakes, there are no other forces.

Even the four great innate families have only one stronghold here. This Jianghuai City is like a forgotten place.

"Bring people in."

Wu Chong tossed the invitation aside.

Leaving the scope of the Ling family, some things will be slowly and naturally touched, otherwise he has been staying in the Jiangnan realm, and everything he touches is towards the Ling family, which is not of much benefit to him to erode the avenue of the entire world.

"Yes."

Dai Yong answered and went to the door to pick up someone.

After a while, he watched him lead a Taoist to the main hall.

"Poor Zhang Zhengchao, I have seen the Governor."

After the Taoist entered the door, he saw Wu Chong sitting on the main seat and immediately bowed. There was nothing wrong with the etiquette, and it seemed that I had inquired about his habits before coming.

"Do you represent the royal family or yourself?"

"Represent yourself." Zhang Zhengchao is colorful.

"Oh?"

Wu Chong was a little surprised.

"What's the matter with this officer?"

"I would like to invite adults to join us in the Heavenly Book Gate."

Daoist Zhang Zhengchao straightened up, looked directly at Wu Chong, and said his intention without any concealment. He had studied this Lord Wu before coming over and knew the other party's character.

Wu Chong likes this kind of straightforward conversation, if this person beats around the bush, he will blast people out within three sentences. But now that the other party said so, he became interested.

"This official is a good court official, and he will go to be a Taoist priest with you?"

"You don't need to be an adult, you just need to put up a name." As he spoke, Zhang Zhengchao took out a picture scroll from behind his back and unfolded it.

"Adults are born to be people of our Heavenly Master's Dao, and I have specially collected the works of adults in the past two years."

As he spoke, the Taoist unfolded the scroll in his hand.

Lonely Lantern Fishing Night.

It is a painting painted by Wu Chong a year ago.

At that time, it was sold for a high price of 3,000 taels of silver, but I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of this Taoist priest in the end.

The moment the scroll unfolded, everyone in the room heard the sound of the water, as well as the intermittent sound of the piano, and the fishing boat on the scroll seemed to come to life, swaying above the lake, and the lights on the boat rippled with the fluctuation of the water lines, giving people a feeling of loneliness and loneliness.

"This is indeed the official's painting."

Wu Chong was unmoved, he has painted a lot of similar paintings over the years.

Naturally, it is impossible for the other party to follow the other party just because he showed his own words. It really depends on whether the Taoist priest can come up with some dry goods.

"This is a painting by the seven generations of patriarchs of the poor road, please observe it."

As if he had guessed Wu Chong's thoughts, the Taoist took out a picture scroll from his back again.

Slowly unfolded it in front of Wu Chong.

This painting looks older than Wu Chong's painting, the corners of the scroll are a little faded, and the paper in the corners is a little yellowed.

It's just an old painting, but after the scroll is unfolded, it suddenly becomes different. Dead silence, the breath of despair came to the face. It is a painting of gods and Buddhas, and nearly three-quarters of the picture is occupied by black. It's just plain black, but when the scroll unfolds, the darkness inside seems to erode reality, and even the light in the room dims.

Wu Chong narrowed his eyes.

The third realm of calligraphy and painting is 'God'!

The scroll was fully unfolded, and the original darkness seemed to be dispersed all at once. In addition to the three-quarters darkness on the screen, there is a small temple at the bottom, a dilapidated and dilapidated temple, with an old man inside and a lamp on the table.

The flame of the remnant lamp illuminated the only remaining space, and outside, in the darkness, a huge demon god peeked at the remnant temple, not daring to enter.

Hiss!!

Dai Yong and the others who were watching the scroll on the side all took a few steps back, as if they were frightened by the demon god in the painting.

"It's a good drawing."

Wu Chong nodded appreciatively, regardless of the purpose of the person, just the painting in front of him was worth going to Tianshumen to see.

I thought that no one in this world could push the way of calligraphy and painting to the third stage except myself, but now it seems that there are still capable people in this world, at least the ancestor of Taoist priest Zhang Zhengchao is one of them.

Under the rules of the original world, pushing the way of calligraphy and painting to this point is enough to prove that the other party is extraordinary.

Wu Chong knows his own family affairs, and his current realm of calligraphy and painting is obtained by chance, and if he really connects according to the rules of this world, he will never be able to achieve this kind of achievement now.

"I took it."

Wu Chong waved his hand and directly sucked the painting into his hand.

？？？

I didn't say I wanted to send it!

The corners of Zhang Zhengchao's eyes twitched twice, he knew that this adult was 'informal', but he didn't expect it to be so 'informal'. Looking at the picture scroll in the other party's sleeve, Zhang Zhengchao felt a pain in his flesh.

If the painting is not coming back, people must be invited.

When he came over, he had made a package ticket with the person behind him, and he must invite Wu Chong to join Tianshumen. This involves the inheritance of their Heavenly Book Gate, as well as the interests of many more people.

"In addition to the seven generations of ancestors in my Tianshu Gate, there are also six ancestors who are proficient in calligraphy and painting, I wonder if you have heard of the four realms of calligraphy and painting?"

"I've heard of it."

"The Four Realms of Calligraphy and Painting are the genres created by the thirteen generations of ancestors of my Tianshumen."

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhengchao didn't say anything more, he knew that it was too much to invite someone like Wu Chong, and it was he who really made the decision.

(End of chapter)