"That's because they don't understand, if they do, they will definitely buy it!" Cheng Qian laughed and continued to write.

Zhuang Mengying listened to these mindless words, was slightly stunned, quickly got up and came to a word, looked up and down a few times, and couldn't help but muffled: "But what is strange about the word 'cause', why didn't I see that it was valuable?"

"How can you understand this, it contains the Great Dao!" Cheng Qian said with a smile.

"Hey, this painting is so familiar!" Zhuang Mengying shook her head, walked to a painting again, and just glanced at it, and people were attracted to it.

"That's Xiaohe Village, I drew it from memory!" Cheng Qian put down his pen and looked at Xiaohe Village from afar.

"I didn't expect you to draw so well, the people in it painted so vividly, isn't that Uncle Niu?

Listening to her words, Cheng Qian couldn't help but fall into memories, thinking about the bits and pieces of living in Xiaohe Village, and he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

"After integrating into mortals, it seems that I have a different kind of feeling in my heart, there is no abuse and deception, and there is no blood, every qiē looks so ordinary!" After recalling for a long time, Cheng Qian couldn't help but feel it.

"Crunch!"

At this time, the door of the shop was pushed open, and a weak scholar walked in, with a white and pure face, and at a glance he knew that he was a sage who had read poetry and books.

Someone came in, which made Zhuang Mengying startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look: "What kind of calligraphy and painting does the guest officer need, you can take a look first!"

"Well, I heard that a new Xuanqing calligraphy and painting has opened here, so Zhang came over to take a look, there is just something I want to ask you!" The scholar looked around a few times, and saw that there was no eye-catching calligraphy and painting, and his eyes flashed with disappointment.

"If you need help with anything, just say it. Cheng only does calligraphy and painting here, and doesn't care if it exceeds the scope!" Cheng Qian walked over and looked at the scholar calmly.

"Well, what Mr. Zhang asked Mr. to do is related to words, and ask Mr. to find a secluded place to talk in detail!" the scholar said lightly when he heard this.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian's heart was also like a mirror, and he didn't mind nodding and said to Zhuang Mengying: "You take a look at the store, I'll come when I go!"

Then he ushered the scholar into the room in the shop, and sat down unceremoniously.

"Say something!" Cheng Qian's face was calm, and he took a sip of tea.

Seeing this, the scholar's eyes flashed, and he immediately spoke: "It seems that I really found the right person this time." In Xia Zhang Lu, it is a talent in the imperial examination!"

"Well, go on!" Cheng Qian nodded and took another sip of water.

Regarding Cheng Qian's attitude, Zhang Lu seemed to think it was normal and didn't mind. He touched his cuffs, took out a stack of papers, put it on the table, and said, "This is the answer to next month's imperial examination, and please ask Mr. to imitate it in 100 copies, here is the deposit!"

Saying that, Zhang Lu took out a hundred taels of gold bar and put it on the table, not afraid of Cheng Qian's disagreement at all.

"So to speak. Are you going to cheat in the imperial examination? A hundred answers, it seems that the imperial court is going to change this time!" Cheng Qian said with a faint glance at the paper on the table.

"Sir is really smart, the emperor is mediocre and obsessed with beauty. Ignoring the government and politics, handing over everything to the traitorous ministers, for the sake of the rise and fall of the country, we are talented in the imperial examination. The court is elevated, it is all our people!" Zhang Lu smiled slightly, for Cheng Qian to be able to guess this. He is not surprised.

"Well, I don't care about these things, Cheng Mou said that he only does the business of words, since there are customers who come to the door, Cheng Mou will take it, then you will come to pick it up in a week!"

Cheng Qian is not the slightest interested in the power and political disputes in the mortal world, even if the emperor dies, he is still him. Although he did this, he inevitably committed the crime of killing his head, but he didn't care.

"Mr. is really refreshing, since this is the case, Zhang will retire!" Zhang Lu bowed his hand politely, didn't take care of the things on the table, and went out directly.

Zhang Lu passed by the store, glanced at the rather beautiful Zhuang Mengying, his expression flashed a hint of sneer, and the person walked out.

"It's strange, he looks like a well-informed person, why is he so rude!" Zhuang Mengying looked at the back of the scholar walking out, and shook her head a little depressedly and said.

Time, passing quickly, a week passed quickly, this day a group of imposing people from the government, turned a few corners and came to the front of the Xuanqing calligraphy and painting, led by a quick glance at the signboard, made a gesture and said: "The government handles the case, the idle people and so on all retreat, this Xuanqing calligraphy and painting leaked the answer to the imperial examination, search for me!"

With his order, several officials armed with machetes rushed into the Xuanqing calligraphy and paintings.

There are only two people in the store: Cheng Qian and Zhuang Mengying.

Zhuang Mengying is a woman, and when she saw so many officials with big knives rushing in, she immediately let out a scream. On the other hand, Cheng Qian was still sitting at the desk as steadily as Mount Tai, continuing to write calligraphy and paintings, as if he didn't care about a single qiē.

Several officials broke in and directly surrounded the two.

"What are you doing!" Zhuang Mengying couldn't help but shout with some fear when she saw this.

"What are you doing? I have to ask you, you dare to leak the answer to the imperial examination, this crime should be copied all over the house!"

"What! what the hell is going on!" Zhuang Mengying was puzzled, and turned her gaze to Cheng Qian, who was as still as water.

"Search for me, find out the evidence!"

Seeing this, he didn't care at all, and hurriedly gave an order.

"True and false, false and false, pretending to be an official is a capital crime, do you know?"

Cheng Qian, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, which stunned the officials who were preparing to search, and a trace of undetectable panic flashed in their eyes.

This catch is a bit imposing, and when he heard this, he turned his head and saw that Cheng Qian was still writing.

"Hmph, then do you know that framing the government is also a capital crime?" said Catcher Kuai with some anger, but there was no action.

"True or false, it has nothing to do with me, this court has long been hollowed out, it's just a façade, and you are just thieves in official uniforms, am I right?" Cheng Qian said with a fake word written on the paper.

"I see that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin!, brothers, take him down for me!" Catching Kuai seemed to have no other words, and for a moment he was furious, and immediately shouted.

"Where did you come from, where did you go, don't disturb the tranquility here!"

Cheng Qian said lightly, with a wave of pen and ink in his hand, the servants in the room disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

The store instantly became quiet and abnormal, Zhuang Mengying covered her mouth in surprise, and looked at Cheng Qian incredulously, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Keep sleeping!" Cheng Qian said lightly, and continued to write and draw.

Zhuang Mengying was panicked in her heart, she didn't know what to say at the moment, and when she heard Cheng Qian say this, she hurriedly sat down at the table and poured herself a glass of water.

"Was that true?" she asked, a little scared, after drinking the water.

"What you see is true, what you see is not true, it's just a mirror, you have to think in your heart that it's true, then it's true!" Cheng Qian wrote a real, unfathomable series of strange words.

Zhuang Mengying couldn't understand Cheng Qian's words for a while, but what happened in front of her just now may not be her own dream? She shook her head helplessly, feeling that the whole thing was a little strange.

"Was it just a dream?" she asked again.

"It seems like a dream, what you think in your heart is true!"

Listening to Cheng Gan's words, she was speechless for a while, feeling that the whole thing was too strange, but she had been with Cheng Qian for several years and knew him very well, so she couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that I haven't rested well, I'm dreaming, right?"

"You go to the street and buy me a pot of wine!Drink tonight!" Cheng Qian smiled slightly and said lightly.

"Oh. Zhuang Mengying, who was puzzled, agreed to the ghost, and left the store in a blink of an eye.

After she left, Cheng Qian sighed helplessly: "It's not a dream, Cheng just doesn't want you to know too much, it's better to be an ordinary mortal!"

Time passed quickly, another month passed in a blink of an eye, Xuanqingdian pù regained its former peace, since the last time the government came, nothing has happened again, and every qiē seems extremely weird, so that Zhuang Mengying has no clue when he wants to break his head.

On this day, a man in a green robe, passing through Red Leaf Town, turned his eyes to a remote corner, and he wondered: "Why does that tower seem to have such a terrifying spiritual light, is there a heavy treasure?"

The man in the green robe walked over with doubts and stopped in front of a shop.

"Xuanqing calligraphy and painting?" he entered with doubts.

As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked back a few steps by a rushing spiritual pressure, and he came back to his senses in surprise and saw that the store was full of various words.

There was a faint aura on these words, but they were densely packed, and the accumulation of small amounts formed a coercion that could not be underestimated, which shocked his heart.

This kind of spiritual pressure is no weaker than some low-level magic weapons, and a huge amount of spiritual power has been gathered in these words, and it is absolutely extraordinary to be able to do this.

"This is clearly an ordinary text!" After the blue-robed man calmed his feelings, he released his divine sense to scan the words.

After his divine consciousness was swept on the paper, he couldn't feel a trace of spiritual power, but after he withdrew his divine consciousness into his body, his skin could feel the majestic spiritual power.

"This is unreasonable?" The man in the green robe shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help but turn his gaze to Cheng Qian, who was writing.

Cheng Qian didn't care about his arrival, and still wrote by himself, as if he regarded this person as transparent. (To be continued......)