Towards the end of the year.

The north wind howled, the mountains were silver-stained, and the rivers were frozen.

The Daqian Dynasty is about to usher in the 33rd year of the Zun'an calendar.

Imperial.

Zheng Jianei.

Everyone knew that there was such a young master.

He looks exactly like the old man.

He doesn't come home at night.

He walked very close to Shangfeng Sanfengbei.

But what does that mean?

For half a month, Zheng Xiu felt like a hamster thrown into a drum generator, squeezing all the time, running and walking without a pause.

As the saying goes, there are people in prison who are easy to do, and the favorability that Zhou Mu brushed out in Scar Lao Liu played an important role. Zheng Xiu's body lived a very nourishing life in Wangtian Prison, like a vacation, and he couldn't think about it.

Zheng Erniang entrusted the sixth child to the old man in prison to bring the four treasures of the study, the handmade works of the masters in the city, this is the only one, which can be called the heirloom level.

Meeting with Fengbei all night, early in the morning, with dark circles under his eyes, Zheng Xiu was in prison, washed and eaten, spread out rice paper, studied ink himself, and painted on paper.

Yes, painting.

Holding his right elbow with his left hand, Zheng Xiu held the "Blue Sky White Jade Phoenix Pattern Dragon Pen", the tip of the pen fell, rounded and hooked, drawing an ellipse.

The second.

The third.

He was studying under the great painter Leonardo da Vinci and copying his starting ...... Draw eggs.

Zheng Xiu's actions are not boring, let alone interest. He is trying to see if Zheng Xiu, who has [projected] [Zheng Shan], can use Zheng Shan, who was born as a "painter", to get a glimpse of different ways.

Obeying the rules and hiding the limits is the basic of a thaumaturgist.

But if you want to get a glimpse of the doorway, the core lies in the perennial focus and playing, Zheng Xiu always feels that he is not focused enough.

He would draw a thousand eggs a day, consume a hundred pieces of paper, and study ink thirty-six times.

One thousand, one hundred, thirty-six times.

Without the slightest error.

This is his "rule".

But for half a month, Zheng Xiu got nothing.

Obviously, it was so easy for him to have an epiphany in the ghost, but in reality, he spent half a month in vain.

What went wrong?

Approaching dusk, Zheng Xiu finally completed the "task" of a thousand eggs, canceled the [projection], and his appearance and temperament returned to normal, and he was puzzled.

Scar Sixth happened to come up and asked the old man what he wanted for dinner.

Zheng Xiu wanted to say that he had no appetite, but in fact he wanted to use the evil boy to go home to eat, but as soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly stopped Scar Lao Liu and asked, "Sixth brother, you can help me take a look, what am I drawing?" ”

Scar Lao Liu has long wondered that Master Zheng is tinkering with Danqing during the day, but the paintings are all bullshit, and even characters like Scar Lao Liu can see that the old man is blindly scribbling. But he didn't dare to say this, staring at the strange symbols on the rice paper, Scar Lao Liu suddenly slapped his forehead: "It's steamed buns!" These steamed buns are well drawn! Wonderful! ”

Zheng Xiu's face darkened.

Seeing that Zheng Xiu's expression was wrong, Scar Lao Liu thought that he was not blowing hard enough, so he added: "This steamed bun is big and white." ”

Gotcha, keep practicing.

Even Scar Sixth couldn't tell it was an egg.

This door doesn't go deep enough.

After completing the "painter" task, Zheng Xiu got on a street bike and rushed back to Zheng's house non-stop.

His dungeon was almost completed, but Zheng Xiu had no time to supervise the progress of the project, so it was all handed over to Qing Shisan.

Zheng Xiu, as the richest man, what kind of system does he have like a contractor?

Rich people should spend money to let people do things, Qing Thirteen, he can be trusted at present.

Squeak, Pingping, and Lily happily came to welcome the young master home, and even Bobo, who had always been cold, stood in the distance and played the long flute.

In the sound of festive music, Zheng Xiu came to the study surrounded by everyone.

Sandalwood has been lit in the study in advance, the oil lamp is illuminated, Pingping wins with a fist, and she is the female companion who accompanies her today.

Now the whole Zheng family knows that the young master's mother, Xia Yuhe, is dead, and the love story of "Zheng Xiu and Xia Yuhe is deeply in love with the rain" has long been spread throughout the Zheng family, and everyone wants to add some warmth and maternal love to the lonely young master.

Zheng Xiu quickly sat down, and there were two books on the table.

Pingping beats the young master's back.

Zheng Xiu opened it and began to copy.

The first book is "Lee's Journey to the South: Miscellaneous Notes", which is a book about a contemporary gourmand who went south and recorded the food of various places.

In the study, only the sound of Pingping's breathing, beating her back, and the sound of falling paper were heard.

[You carefully studied "Lee's Journey to the South: Miscellaneous Notes" and copied it, and your knowledge has been slightly improved. 】

The second book.

Ah, this, go to your sister's "Lan Xin Ruo Meng"!

The "rule" of copying two books a day was arranged by Zheng Xiu and Zheng Erniang, and the whole process was random, how did he win this one.

Looking back, Pingping said that this is this year's bestseller, and it is the painstaking work of the great writer "Ximen Sadness". When it first came out last year, it was spurned by 10,000 people, but when the ending was written, the wind was reversed, and many deep resentful women were shocked and moved, and after circulating them to each other, they became popular all over the northern land unconsciously.

Zheng Xiu was helpless and finished copying it.

Zheng Xiu had seen it before, and he vaguely remembered the plot. Now that I have copied it myself, I feel that the plot is against the sky.

How did this book become popular?

Zheng Xiu was incomprehensible.

[You carefully studied "Lan Xin Ruomeng", and you have a deep understanding and are very moved, and your knowledge has been greatly improved. 】

[Knowledge plus one.] 】

After half a month of copying all kinds of books, Zheng Wei's knowledge has been improved to "seventeen", which is directly doubled from the previous "eight", which can be called a huge progress.

What the is going to do? Zheng Xiu's secret way is outrageous, but the improvement of knowledge is still fragrant, and secretly speculates whether the great writer Ximen Bei is a hidden master.

"Quick! Help me buy one of his books tomorrow! In addition, remember to send him money in the name of the Zheng family to reward, and only when the reader is rich can he have the power codeword! You just say, 'Mr.'s pen is full of flowers, Zheng's gratitude is zero, and the golden pen is a gift, please update it quickly'! ”

Pingping looked confused when she heard this, and secretly said that the little master actually likes such a tone? Which one do you like?

But Pingping still received the order and promised to go back and do it.

Zheng Xiu also felt strange, after copying this "Lan Xin Ruomeng", the [knowledge] increased a little too much.

Perhaps, the more rebellious the story, the more knowledge can be increased?

Zheng Xiu's pattern opened.

It took an hour, Zheng Xiu hurriedly ate, teleported in the heart prison, and stabbed the teleportation point of Fengbei's house with one finger, and the next second it appeared in the middle of the cliff.

Flapping his wings and flying, Zheng Xiu swooped down in the sky, and Fengbei waited on the top of the mountain for a long time.

When he landed, Zheng Xiu touched Xiaofeng, who was shivering in the cold wind on the roof.

"Come, call twice! I almost forgot about you. ”

I really forgot!

The owner of such a dog made Xiaofeng stunned, but it still barked obediently twice: "Meow-"

No one knows how it has come over for the past half a month.

Zheng Xiu for half a month, almost all the traits that could be inserted were inserted in the [Purgatory], and he also tried all kinds of tricks on Fengbei.

Almost every trait with the effect of [Purgatory] Zheng Xiu has already tried it, and he has been pleasantly surprised.

Why do you say almost?

Only [Medical Science] didn't have a chance to try it out.

It seems that the effect of [medical theory] can only be effective if it is inserted into the person.

But Zheng Xiu and Fengbei were originally fighting, not fighting for life and death, Zheng Xiu was embarrassed to say Fengbei, you let me plug in, I can only give up.

The two fought until midnight.

"Take a break."

According to the usual practice, on weekdays, they fight until dawn, and Zheng Xiu hurriedly left the little female cat and left by herself. Tonight, Fengbei stopped in the middle of the night, Zheng Xiu missed with a knife, and watched Fengbei leisurely put away the "splitting the mountain" posture, and the strange black lines retracted into his right eye.

The two sat across the campfire.

Feng Bei quietly looked at the young man who was very handsome by the firelight, and couldn't help but smile slightly when he thought of this half-moon experience.

I don't know when she started, she vaguely hoped that the young man would come to her mountain and practice with her.

"With your strength, you can already match the twenty-eight constellations."

This was the first time that Fengbei had seriously evaluated Zheng Xiu's Path thaumaturgical level.

"Twenty-eight nakshatras?" Zheng Xiu smacked his lips: "Do you mean the twenty-eight constellations like Dou Hedge, or the twenty-eight constellations like Yueyan?" ”

There is no generalization between the stars and the stars.

Feng Bei pursed his lips for a moment, as if he was thinking, and then replied truthfully: "The remaining twenty-seven constellations except for the fighting hedgehog." ”

Zheng Xiu understands in seconds.

"But," Feng Bei shook his head again: "Now there is no vacancy in the 'Northern Seven Stars', if you want to enter the stars, you can only wait." ”

Feng Bei explained that the night guard wants to ascend to the stars, which is a radish and a pit, there is no vacancy, and it cannot be promoted.

"That'...... What about your level? ”

Zheng Xiu pointed to Fengbei.

The implication is that there is no vacancy in the "Nakshatra", so if there is one in "December", can it be promoted?

Feng Bei pulled his sideburns behind his ears and couldn't help laughing: "Then have you done your best these days?" ”

Zheng Xiu first nodded, then shook his head.

The implication is that I tried my best, but I didn't do my best.

Feng Bei seemed to understand, and said with a slight smile: "According to the evaluation rules of Ye Weiyang, if you break into the military formation, you may be able to be rated as a 'small heavenly position'." ”

Zheng Xiu asked again and again, what is the small heavenly position.

"To assess the thaumaturgical grade, most of them are based on the military formation of the Shenwu Army."

"If you can compete head-on with an elite sergeant of Shenwu, you can be rated as six grades, and one grade is the strength of one person, and you can defeat ten people together."

"Further up, it is divided into 'star position' and 'celestial position', of which each is subdivided into three orders: 'large, medium and small'. Among them, the highest star position needs to break through the thousand-person army formation. ”

"As for the heavenly position, you need to face the commander of the Shenwu Army, a single commander of the Shenwu Army may only be rated as a star, but a hundred commanders can join forces to set up a military formation, if you can break through safely, you can be rated as a great heaven."

"Above the commander, there are the four major Shenwu generals of the Shenwu Army."

When Feng Bei said this, he glanced at Zheng Xiu: "The rating of the Grandmaster cannot be measured by any means. But Ye Weiyang believes that the person who can easily kill the four generals is the grandmaster. In addition, Zheng Haoran of the Zheng family was one of the four major generals, the northern general who sat in the north. She deliberately put an accent on the word "easy".

The deeds of his father are no different from his impressions, seeing that Fengbei does not know whether he intentionally or unintentionally mentioned Zheng Haoran, Zheng Xiu pretended not to hear it, and lowered his head to think.

Let's put it this way.

The Shenwu Army, which is famous all over the world and guards the great cadres, turned out to be a combat effectiveness unit?

How many Shenwu troops can be beaten, what level is it?

Zheng Xiu quickly understood Fengbei's words, and he knew it in his heart.

The performance of Gate Thaumaturgy is so strange that it is difficult to measure a person's strength with a single indicator.

This is not as magical as some of them, there will be a stone tablet for evaluation, and the level will be revealed when you touch it.

However, how many combat units can be hit is a general calculation.

In the Daqian Dynasty, the important duty of serving as a "combat effectiveness unit" was obviously the "elite of the Shenwu Army".

Fengbei later added that in addition to the normal thaumaturgist rating, Ye Weiyang rated all thaumaturgists who were not good at fighting as "alien stars", just like the [Zhenling Man] wall water, although there was no strength rating, but they were respected.

After all, whoever falls into the strange thaumaturgy has to find Sister Bishui for treatment, which belongs to the unique secret technique and wealth password.

Fengbei didn't know if he had been holding back for more than half a month, and he talked a little too much.

The two of them were making a fire in the snow, chatting from time to time, and soon it was dawn.

"Meow~"

Xiao Feng looked at Zheng Xiu pitifully from the side.

It was a cold wind blowing on the snowy mountains for half a month.

Zheng Xiu patted his ass and was about to leave, his back was very lively like a scumbag who adopted a little female cat but abandoned it.

"Zheng Shan," the young man was about to go down the mountain, Feng Bei looked at the young man's back, his eyes froze, said his father's name, and asked, "Is he really alive?" ”

When Zheng Xiu heard this, his back was cold, and he jumped down the mountain like a hundred-meter sprint and disappeared.

(End of chapter)