Everyone was speechless all the way and returned to the Holy Master's Mansion.

Zhang Yutang instructed Ah Bao to go out and buy countless pieces of fine jade, which were selected several times, and some of them contained spiritual energy were selected and placed in the courtyard where he lived.

Picked up a piece of jade dripping the size of a quail egg, played with it, and on the tips of his fingers, purple gas swirled, like a ghostly workmanship, carving a number of Taoist talismans on the jade.

Each piece of jade is carved with a kind of Taoist symbol, and the Taoist symbol has been completed, and there is a faint Taoist rhyme, circulating on the jade.

"I have to carve more than 9,000 runes to form a large array of ten thousand runes, but to do so, I need a large amount of jade, and it also needs to contain aura, and there will not be too much jade like that, it is better to use three hundred and sixty pieces of jade to arrange it into a medium-sized ten thousand runes to return to the yuan array." ”

"As soon as the Guiyuan Great Array is completed, it will be able to slowly purify and absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and slowly transform the living environment. ”

"It can form a real lethality, between the movement of the mind, there is the courage of ten thousand charms, it is not a problem to punish the evil and kill the demons, ordinary soldiers and horses come in, and it is like a dumpling, how many people die. ”

Pick up a piece of jade, on each piece of jade, there is a condensation of vitality, turned into a Dao rune, and the Dao rune on each piece of jade is different.

The courtyard is shining, the Tao rhyme is soaring, and the heart moves with the thoughts, Zhang Yutang uses the purple gas from the east cultivated in the Yang Cultivation Chapter in the body, and condenses the qi into a talisman, and each talisman is purple and dense, as if the morning glow is steaming.

"Childe!"

Po came over from outside, and his face was very ugly:

"Childe, there is a person outside who claims to be a painting saint scholar, asking to see Childe, does Childe see him?"

Zhang Yutang had already heard about the matter of painting saints competing with himself in public, and when he heard this, he just nodded lightly, and did not stop what he was doing, still drawing talismans:

"Of course I have to see him, but I'm busy now, and I don't have time to see him, so let him wait first, and when I'm done, I'll naturally go to see him. ”

"Yes, Childe. ”

Ah Bao listened to the joy on his face, happily retreated, came to the hall, saw a boy in green clothes, holding a post in his hand, proudly reading, his eyes swept slightly, saw Ah Bao come in, and said loudly:

"Where is your son-in-law, dare to take my young master's post?"

"My son-in-law is busy. ”

Po walked over, served tea, and said:

"I still have something to do, you wait here first, and when Gongzi is done and has kung fu, he will naturally summon you. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi had a handsome face, red lips and white teeth, and when he heard this, he suddenly became angry:

"I am the personal attendant of the painting saint, on behalf of my son-in-law, come to post, you people in the Holy Master's Mansion are so lazy, don't you know the etiquette?"

"Bodyguard?"

Ah Bao glanced at it with disdain, and snorted coldly:

"I can't imagine that you wear many hats, or a personal waiter, seeing that you are so beautiful, you must also be a part-time singer in the backyard every night. ”

"Besides, you are the identity, what is the identity of my son-in-law, how can you see it when you say it, let you wait is already giving a lot of face, don't know what to do, if you are kicked out of this holy master's mansion, then you will lose face cleanly. ”

"I'll bear it!"

The boy in Tsing Yi suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to calm his voice as much as possible:

"You deliberately stimulated me, because you want me to leave in anger, your son-in-law has a false name, avoid not fighting, it is really difficult to live under the fame, if you don't have that ability, please take off the name of the holy teacher, so as not to let the world's scholars follow and shame. ”

These words were already very serious, and Ah Bao was extremely angry when he heard it:

"Did your son-in-law tell you to say this, or did you say it yourself?"

"So what's the difference?"

The boy in Tsing Yi looked at Ah Bao with contempt:

"I'm close to Childe, what if Childe says it?"

"I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick, you dare to say such things. ”

Po flicked his sleeves and left:

"You can't eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense, as soon as this word comes out, you have a big deal. ”

The boy in Tsing Yi looked at the departing Ah Bao, in the empty hall, only he was left alone, his face was flushed, and he said angrily:

"Tomorrow you will look good. ”

"Someone is waiting, right?"

Zhang Yutang methodically carved the jade in his hand, his fingertips shone brightly, and a piece of Zhang Dao talisman flew out with Zhang Yutang's fingertips like a flowing water swimming dragon.

On the jade, the purple gas is contained, and the rhyme flows, revealing a bright light.

Abao Dao:

"Yes, Childe, the person who came was still waiting in the hall, but the person was very arrogant, and between the words, he was angry, and he looked like the first Lao Tzu in the world, Ah Bao was very angry when he saw it, and he couldn't wait to step on his face to let him know that the sky was high and the earth was thick. ”

"Humility makes progress, madness destroys. ”

Zhang Yutang sat firmly on the stone bench:

"Thinking that they will not give up if they do not achieve their goal this time, I will go to meet him and defeat him, presumably those who want to borrow me to become famous, can know the severity. ”

"Good!"

Hearing that Childe was preparing to fight, Po was very excited:

"Tomorrow, Gongzi will repair him fiercely, letting him know that the holy master is a holy master after all, and the painting saint is the painting saint after all, and the two cannot be compared. ”

"It's just a name, so why care. ”

Putting down the jade in his hand, Zhang Yutang stood up:

"Let Jiaorong come here, I have something. ”

"Yes, Childe. ”

Ah Bao retreated, and soon Xu Jiaorong walked over:

"Childe, are you looking for me?"

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Yutang looked at the bright Xu Jiaorong and nodded slightly:

"The scholar who painted the saint just now came to post, I will return the first half of the painting, let him take it back, and you will help me polish the ink. ”

"Yes, Childe. ”

Xu Jiaorong brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, put it on the stone table, and grinded it gently, Zhang Yutang stood aside, contemplating, and the appearance of grabbing the dragon on one head and five took shape in his heart.

The five grasping dragons roared in the sky, intimidating the world, and the whole body was golden like a treasure jade, cold and hard and shiny.

This is the appearance of the dragon that Zhang Yutang saw from the sky above the Holy Master's Mansion, the word Holy Master is the inscription of the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven is angry, condensed into a divine dragon entrenched in the sky above the Holy Master's Mansion, looking down on the [***] Eight Desolations, shocking all demons, monsters, immortals and gods.

After grinding the ink, Xu Jiaorong stood aside, looking at Zhang Yutang in contemplation, with a burst of obsession in his eyes.

"Good!"

With Jackie Chan in his heart and full of spirit, Zhang Yutang lifted the pen and splashed ink, and a picture of the dragon soaring clouds jumped on the paper.

The lines are not deliberate, nor are they beautiful, but there is a kind of dragon momentum, majestic, proud, and inviolable.

It's just that when you look at it, you always feel like there's something missing.

Put down the pen and smiled:

"Bao, you take this painting and let the scholar take it back, and let him tell the painting saint that he will see him at noon tomorrow. ”

"Yes, Childe. ”

Ah Bao held the painting in both hands, did not dare to roll it up, for fear of messing up the ink, returned to the hall and handed it to the boy in Tsing Yi.

"Aren't you going to see me? I'm a personal boy who paints saints, and you will regret it for a while in the future. ”

Seeing that Zhang Yutang didn't show his face, but only returned half of the painting, the boy in Tsing Yi jumped like thunder, took it, turned around and left.

In the past, whenever he went to a place, as long as he put forward the name of painting saints, even if he was a wealthy and high-ranking official, he was warmly welcomed, but today he actually encountered such a thing, which disgraced himself and his son.

This revenge must be avenged.

(To be continued)