"Oooh".

"Is that so?"

"I see, it seems that I guessed half right".

Zhao Zhao nodded uncontrollably, admiring the comic strip in his hand.

He guessed the rich daughter, but he didn't guess the poor talent.

The owner of this body is named Wang Daofeng, who has a good appearance and a soft temperament, and is a beautiful son.

is not the poor Xiucai in the script, but the rich young master.

There are picture scroll framing workshops, printing workshops, glass workshops and other industries at home, not to mention the wealth of the family, and they are also talented in painting, which is completely out of line with the poor Xiucai.

It's a pity that the rich daughter he chose is too rich and has a high status, and she is Wei Shuji, the daughter of the prince of the dynasty.

This also gave Zhao Zhao a new discovery.

Because that Guogong is called Wei Zheng, and at the same time, there are many names of other high-level figures in society in the memories of young people.

Among them is the one who sits on the dragon chair now, Li Shimin.

There are also Qin Qiong, Cheng Biting Jin, Yu Chigong and other characters also have memories, and it is obvious that the current timeline of the flood should be the Tang Dynasty.

This made Zhao Zhao can't help but think of the Journey to the West incident.

"The Journey to the West incident is a major event in the heavens and on the earth, and it is related to the forces of the three realms of the Immortal Buddha, Heaven and Earth.

If I tell the teacher about this matter and let the teacher divert his attention, will I be able to avoid the task of doing things by myself and let me return to the Heavenly Demon Realm?"

"Maybe you can try".

Just do it when you think of it, Zhao Zhao rushed to control the black lotus to fly out of the inner world.

This is a huge hall, with a huge picture of the pine crane hanging on the wall, and a simple and old double collapse is placed below the picture.

The hall is flanked by two rows of low tables, behind which are cushions for sitting.

At this time, in the hall, Wei Zheng sat at the top, and the housekeeper of the Wei Mansion stood next to him, and there were four servants.

As a guest, Wang Daofeng is sitting in the first seat on the left.

Zhao Zhao, who was hanging in the air from Wang Daofeng's body, was about to use the Yuanshen Black Lotus to contact the teacher Rahu, when he was interrupted by a sudden scolding sound.

"Wang Daofeng, the old man said that the difference between you and me is too big, and you and my daughter can't be the right person, and it is impossible for you and my daughter."

Zhao Zhao looked at the voice, and a middle-aged man with an old-fashioned expression and a solemn face came into view, which was five points similar to the great demon god he had just seen in his inner world.

This should be Wei Zheng.

Obviously, the Wei Zheng Great Demon God in Wang Daofeng's heart has an element of artistic processing.

In reality, although Wei Zheng seems to have the oppressive power of the superiors and his expression is very serious, he is actually not aggressive, so scary.

"Isn't it the right door".

Zhao Zhao touched his chin and sighed.

The primary consideration for marriage in ancient times, especially in high society.

The birth of many resentful couples in ancient times was also related to the family pair and the order of their parents.

Involving love.

It's the easiest thing to resent.

Ignoring the entanglement between the two, Zhao Zhao urged the Yuanshen Black Lotus to shoot out a black light, and the black light hit the void in front of him to open a curtain.

The curtain was pitch black and soon lit up.

In the picture, a middle-aged Taoist figure with a naked body and a chatty expression is reflected, reclining on a black lotus platform.

Zhao Zhao hurriedly greeted respectfully: "Apprentice Zhao Zhao, I have seen the teacher, the teacher Sheng'an."

"Zhao Zhao, what are you doing as a teacher, have you already done something successfully?

No, humanity has made waves, and it is impossible for the Heavenly Demon Realm not to be sensitive, do you want to play tricks on me"?

Listening to Luo Hu's words, the corners of Zhao Zhao's mouth twitched.

Said respectfully: "Teacher, I just discovered a secret and am about to report it to the teacher."

Luo Hu sat up coolly, leaned forward with a curious expression: "Yes, boy, you have what you have gained in the lower realm, talk about it."

Zhao Zhao organized the language in his heart and told the matter of Journey to the West, but only said that Sun Wukong was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain.

After hearing this, Luo Hu frowned.

Zhao Zhao looked at Luo Hu expectantly, hoping that the picture he wanted to see would happen.

However.

The void rippled, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi turned into a hammer and hit the top of Zhao Zhao's head.

Bang!

"The secret of bullshit.

The teacher knew about this five hundred years ago, and the troublesome monkey was pressing under the Five Fingers Mountain to eat soil.

Come to think of it, it was a really good show at the time.

Hahaha, it's fun and interesting.

Although it was directed and acted by those juniors, it was also a boring time

Among the Three Realms, who is a cultivator, who does not know about this matter.

Dare to prevaricate this kind of thing that everyone knows as a teacher, boy, you have itchy skin, right?"

Luo Hu directly reprimanded Zhao Zhaohao.

Zhao Zhao covered his head and looked depressed.

He had only traveled over a month, and he had never left the Heavenly Demon Realm, so how could he know what happened five hundred years ago.

"The disciple knows that he is wrong".

Zhao Zhao sincerely admitted his mistake.

Rahu nodded, waved his hand to cut off the light curtain, and at the same time a word floated in the void.

"As a punishment, the teacher will see you make trouble within seven days, otherwise, you will go to the world-destroying black lotus for the teacher and stay in the world-destroying black lotus for three thousand years before coming out."

"Don't, master."

Zhao Zhao stretched out his hand and grabbed the air with a look of fear, but he didn't catch anything.

What is it like in the Black Lotus of the World, he has heard what his senior brother Mo Luo said.

It was not a place for people to stay at all, and entering it was equivalent to torture, and it was full of the power to destroy the world.

If you really stay in it for 3,000 years, people won't go crazy.

"It seems that we can't be lazy."

Putting away the black lotus, Zhao Zhao muttered solemnly.

But how do you do it?

is still the same sentence, the world is focused on too many Three Realms forces, especially the Tang Dynasty, the Central Dynasty of Humanity.

He is still in the capital of the king of people, and he is the center of the center, the focus of the focus.

Doing something here, the bigger the matter, the faster he may die.

Between heaven and earth, there is more than one saint in Rahu.

Of course.

His master is Rahu, but he is a saint and a demon Dao ancestor.

If something really happens, it should be no problem to save his life, but the suffering must be certain.

He doesn't want to!

"Is there any way to do things peacefully without bloodshed?

Everyone is kind and angry, and they have made things happen again."

Zhao Zhao muttered to himself.

Contradiction.

It's so contradictory.

He could only look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, with a confused expression.

Suddenly, the sound ringing in his ears made him curious.

"Lord Wei, I have found a new holy path.

I will combine words and danqing techniques to create a new literary story carrier, which I call picture books.

This kind of painting will have the effect of conveying the essence of calligraphy and painting in a more accessible and easy-to-understand way, and will inevitably popularize the matter of education to all sentient beings.

As long as I succeed, I will definitely be able to open another one in humane civilization.

As long as I continue to improve, I can also set up another family among the hundred sons in the future, as one of the hundred families, the lord of one, I am definitely qualified to marry Shuji."

Wang Daofeng saluted Wei Zheng, neither humble nor arrogant, with a confident expression.

Wei Zheng's serious face showed a suspicious look.

The hundred schools of thought, starting from the Great Zhou Dynasty, flourished in the Spring and Autumn Period, and continued to the Tang Dynasty, where they are still prosperous.

Legend has it that the patriarchs of the hundred schools of thought were all incarnated by the immortals and Buddhas in the world, in order to preach sentient beings and educate the common people.

A hundred years after the founding of the ancestors, they all ascended to the upper realm of immortals and went away.

The status of the hundred schools of thought is noble, and the dynasties have changed, but the hundred schools are still the hundred schools.

If Wang Daofeng can really open up another piece of humanity and civilization, as the ancestor of the Dao Enlightenment, the title of a void saint is stable, and he can fly to become an immortal after death in the future.

At that time, let alone his family, even if he wants to marry a princess, it will be the right one.

"I didn't expect you to have this great ambition.

In this way, show me the picture book you said, if you can really surpass the sages and have the posture of sainthood, then you and my daughter's affairs, do something else."

If Shu Ji marries a void saint, it will be a great good thing for herself and the Wei family in the future.

Wei Zheng thought silently, with a hint of expectation in his heart.

Wang Daofeng obviously came prepared, picked up the painting bag that he brought with him and placed it at his feet, and held it up with both hands to Wei Zheng.

The housekeeper of the Wei Mansion hurriedly stepped forward to take it, opened it, took out the painting bag, took out the painting scroll, and beckoned the two maids to come over and take one side each.

As the scroll opened, everyone present was stunned.

Zhao Zhao flew over and landed in front of the scroll, sitting on the couch, next to Wei Zheng.

The content on the picture scroll is eye-catching, illustrated and illustrated, using a painting, with dozens of hundreds of words or so words below, telling the story of a fox girl stealing her heart.

Tell the story with pictures and narration.

Zhao Zhao smiled, this picture book is not a comic book, a villain book he read in Lanxing when he was a child in his last life.

When I grew up, I basically said goodbye to comic books, and the main thing I read in the follow-up was comics.

The world of comics is not comparable to comic books, and there is a world of difference between the two.

Think about it, there are still a lot of comics in the last life that are being serialized, and I didn't see the end, it's a pity!

Suddenly.

Zhao Zhao was stunned, and the essence in his eyes flickered.

He took a few steps forward and stared at the scroll with wide eyes, his brain racing, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

"yes, yes, why not".

"You don't have to fight and kill to do things, isn't it the same to set off a storm on the spiritual level of all beings, and this is too compatible with my identity as an extraterritorial heavenly demon."

"Hahaha, let me recreate the era of entertainment to death.

Teacher, the apprentice is going to do something big, you have to give the apprentice a cover."