Los Angeles is very large, and throughout the city, you can see people of different colors walking in a hurry, back and forth. All the scenes show prosperity, and there is an ancient and broad order in the prosperity, which is the order built by countless strong people.

Zhong Kou and Qiu Fang walked one after the other, their steps were steady and slow, Qiu Fang fell half a body behind Zhong Kou, and was looking down to ponder something, seeing that the young man was silent for a long time, Zhong Kou paused slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

On weekdays, Qiu Fang's contact with his uncles is not small, but it is limited to Zhou Zong, Xiong Junqi and He Wangshu, and although the others have said something, they are not familiar with it.

Hearing the other party's question, Qiu Fang was quietly stunned, and after a little thought, he replied, "The disciple has thought about some small things."

The so-called excuse is like this. Zhong Kou knew that Qiu Fang didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask anymore, the thoughts between people are always a chasm, what others think, even if they say it in person, it may not be true, if you ask it, you will naturally not get the answer you want.

Zhong Kou, among all the people in the East Pole Gate, is the most calm one, knowing how to advance and retreat, and understanding proportions is one of his symbols.

So he closed his lips tightly again, and continued to walk, and the black robe was lifted by the movement of his legs, and then fell gently, as if everything seemed to be just right.

"Childe, look at calligraphy and painting?"

Just as Qiu Fang was still thinking about whether Zhong Kou would ask, a small shout sounded in his ears, and the young man did not stop, but turned his head slightly and glanced at it indifferently.

The middle of the street is full of traffic, the crowd is surging, the river is endless, the sound of selling is in the ears, the wide street is crowded with small stalls selling goods, the person who spoke is an old man who is a few years old, he is full of smiles, his hands are on his chest, maybe he saw Zhong Kou and Wu Qiufang two people dressed luxuriously, presumably from the family, so with the attitude of giving it a try asked.

Qiu Fanggui is the most favored baby in Dongjimen, but there is one thing that can't match his identity, he shook his sleeves slightly, it was really a two-sleeved breeze, and he was shy in his pocket, and he didn't have much obsession with calligraphy and painting, so he shook his head with a smile and didn't answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Kou in front of him paused again, and looked at the calligraphy and painting stall with deep eyes, which made people unpredictable what he was thinking.

However, the smile on the old man's face became even stronger, and he didn't forget to hit the railroad while it was hot: "Master, take a look?"

Zhong Kou glanced at Qiu Fang, then looked at the stall, and walked over slowly.

The old man smiled and let go of his position, and presented the calligraphy and painting on the bamboo stall, the calligraphy and painting in the stall were already framed and properly finished, dozens of large and small scrolls seemed to be seals, and the gesture was strong and graceful, such as walking dragons and snakes.

Zhong Kou picked up a pair, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and for a long time, he didn't say a word.

The old man next to him seemed to be a little unable to sit still, licked his lips, rubbed his palms again, and said, "Can you still enter the master's eyes?"

Zhong Kou was silent for a long time before he said, "Words are good words, from your hands?"

Receiving the other party's affirmation, the old man quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said eagerly, "It's what I did."

Zhong Kou nodded and said, "It's all over, send it to the East Pole Gate, and someone will pay the bill with you."

As soon as he heard the words "East Pole Gate", the old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "It turned out to be the Lord of the East Pole Gate, and I will send it immediately."

When Zhong Kou heard this, he stopped answering, put down the calligraphy and painting in his hand casually, and continued to walk towards the East Pole Gate.

Qiu Fang took everything in his eyes, and wondered a little, although the things on this stall were not bad, they were not masterpieces, so why did Uncle Shi have them all.

As if seeing Qiu Fang's doubts, Zhong Kou slowed down his pace a little until he walked side by side with Qiu Fang, and then he spoke, "What do you think of this word?"

Zhong Kou asked for no reason, but it made the young man slightly stunned, but he had already learned to be smarter these days, and seeing that since his uncle had bought it all, he naturally recognized this word very much, so he took the opportunity to say, "A rare good word."

That's not bad, though

It's not from a famous artist, but it's also rare.

Who knew that Zhong Kou said indifferently: "The words are not bad, the pen is sharp, the pen is strong, and it can't be done without decades of hard work."

Qiu Fang nodded, Yan Qingyun occasionally had leisure and leisure, spread out the rice paper, studied ink and composed poems, under the influence of his ears and eyes, Qiu Fang also had a little understanding of the way of calligraphy, and he also felt that Zhong Kou's evaluation was extremely accurate.

Zhong Kou said solemnly, "What else do you see?"

Qiu Fang was stunned again, and said tentatively, "The framing material is a little ordinary."

Zhong Kou smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "Have you ever seen his hands?"

"Never... I've seen it." Qiu Fang said as he recalled the scene of Fang Cai, but no matter how he racked his brains, he couldn't remember what the old man's palm looked like, not because he had a bad memory, but because he never paid attention to it.

"The pen is like a sword, decades of hard work, but no cocoon, who believes?"

Zhong Kou's sleeves shook, his eyes swept to the side, but his face was still unhappy, as if he was born like this, and he would not be surprised when the world's major events were placed in front of him.

Zhong Kou's words shocked Qiu Fang greatly, his eyes tightened, he muttered for a moment, and his pace slowed down a little, and after a long time, he spoke: "Meaning, these paintings and calligraphy are not from him, he deceived us?"

Hearing this, Zhong Kou nodded, and his footsteps continued to move forward, but the slowing down Qiu Fang fell behind him again.

Thinking of this, Qiu Fang's doubts in his heart were even worse, and he hurriedly took another step forward and said, "But why did he lie to us?"

"It is said that seeing words is like seeing people, literati have their own arrogant bones, this brush stroke is strong and powerful, relaxed and moderate, it can never come out of the hands of the people in the market, just now this old man, tried his best to flatter, must have seen a few glances in this bazaar, and then came to act, but unfortunately only learned the skin, I don't know the depth inside."

When Zhong Kou said this, he snorted coldly, and then he answered.

"What's more, you and I go together, he calls you instead of me, so naturally he is a little tired, as for why he did this, I can't guess for a while."

Hearing Zhong Kou's explanation, Qiu Fang nodded thoughtfully, coming out of the Mo Sect, the journey back to the East Pole Gate is not long, although you can't use spells, but for cultivators, such a section can be reached quickly, who would have thought that there would be an encounter on this short journey.

If it weren't for Zhong Kou's seriousness and thoughtfulness, how could he have calculated others. It's just that Zhong Kou was able to discover so many details in such a short period of time, which also made Qiu Fang feel embarrassed, and he clearly felt that he still had a long way to go in the future, not only the way of the rune or the way of the sword, but also the way of the heart was a vital part.

"Why did Uncle Shi answer his thoughts and buy all the scrolls on the probe?"

Qiu Fang thought about it carefully, and then looked back, the old man had already wrapped up all the calligraphy and paintings on the stall, and was smiling at this time, wanting to leave.

Zhong Kou didn't look back, but replied indifferently: "The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and the East Pole Gate is not easy to mess with."

With that, he quickened his pace, as if he wanted to get to the door faster, and Qiu Fang couldn't help but follow closely, his mind full of doubts.

East Pole Gate, Inner Hall.

The tea lid was lightly opened, Zhou Zong took a sip, and the fragrance of tea suddenly drifted away, filling the whole room, melodious and refreshing.

Seeing someone come in, he showed a half-smiling face, fastened the tea lid, and slowly laid the tea cup flat on the wooden table on the side, revealing a different color in his eyes.

"How?".

It was Zhou Zong who opened his mouth first, he looked at Zhong Kou and Qiu Fang who walked in, and smiled indifferently, this smile, it seems that he already knew the result.

Zhong Kou nodded, and as soon as he smoothed the hem of his clothes, he sat down on the side, and after a while, he slowly spit out a sentence: "Senior brother is like a god, why bother asking."

Although Zhong Kou usually does not smile, he is not as indifferent as Xiong Junqi, and he is relaxed

didn't forget to make a joke, which caused Zhou Zong to laugh, and then turned his head to look at Qiu Fang and said, "How?"

The uncles were sitting, Qiu Fang was standing by himself, he glanced at Zhong Kou, and then slowly said, "Just as Uncle Shi expected."

"Okay, the stinky boy's head is really bright." Zhou Zong scolded with a smile, although he was scolding, but he was extremely relieved in his heart, as if he saw the seedlings carefully planted in his backyard growing strongly.

Qiu Fang also smirked, he knew that Zhou Zong's words were not real scolding, but he was not good at answering again.

It was Zhong Kou who picked up the conversation again: "He believes it, but what are you going to do in the future?"

"What should I do?" Zhou Zongban leaned over and laughed, "Isn't the ready-made person here?"

When Zhong Kou heard this, he was taken aback, and then eased his expression again, and sneered, "Seriously."

Zhou Zong suddenly sat upright, looked straight ahead, and said with a straight face: "Tomorrow, there is a delegation from the Wasteland that is going to enter the city."

"Wasteland Mission?" Zhong Kou raised his eyebrows and asked, his tone was a little hesitant, his eyes flashed with doubt, such important news, generally speaking, he would not be unaware.

Zhou Zong knew what Zhong Kou was thinking, and smiled indifferently: "Secret, even disguised to enter the city, few people know about it, just to cooperate with us to do a trick."

"How could I not have known this news?" Zhong Kouhu asked suspiciously, he knew all the big and small affairs in the door, and this matter had leaked through his ears, it was too strange, but what made him most concerned at this moment was not the mission itself.

"Because, this is a secret news from the human king."

Zhou Zong said and took a deep breath.