The heavy rain stopped, and the air in the academy was awake. An old man with a painter's hat came out of the administrative building, followed by several students.

When the old man saw that the rain stopped, he jogged, while running, he muttered, "How many times have I said? Next time someone goes into the studio, don't let him touch my table. Who is itchy? If I choose my class this semester, I will definitely let him fail the exam!"

Several students who were watching the fun behind him were cheering, "Yes, Professor Lei, don't let him have a good time!"

Lei Yonghan glanced at him, snorted coldly, and hurried into the studio.

Immediately afterwards, a roar that was thunderous resounded throughout the studio!

"Who moved my drawing board!!!"

A group of students outside were joking and making fun.

"Listen, Lao Lei will definitely say next..."

Everyone learned from Lei Yonghan's tone and shouted, "Get out of here and cough!"

However, after a long time, the swear words that everyone was looking forward to were not heard in the studio.

"No, Teacher Lei is so angry that he faints in the studio, right?"

“Go in and take a look.”

Everyone hurried in and saw Lei Yonghan standing in front of the window in a daze, so they comforted him: "Teacher Lei, are you okay?"

Lei Yonghan's voice trembled, "Who...who has been here..."

"Professor Lei, you are angry. I think you must be a freshman who has just arrived. I don't know the rules..."

Lei Yonghan turned his back to everyone and asked excitedly: "I ask, who has been here? Tell me!"

"Don't be too excited, it's not good for your health."

Lei Yonghan, who was holding the corner of the table, looked at the painting on the drawing board, his lips dry, "Who did this painting be made?!"

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...

Zhong Yue, who started the secret realm mission, has now entered the secret realm. The world in front of him has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The world has become a black and white color.

It was like ink was knocked into milk.

Sometimes it is clear and sometimes it is turbid.

Zhong Yue looked up at the sky, and it was pale.

Looking down at the earth, it is dark.

The street trees beside him, the ink rhyme and the white hairspring are inconsistent with each other. He can tell that he is indeed walking in the real world, but there are only visual changes.

Black and white are not two colors in the world of Chinese painting, but can evolve into tens of millions of colors.

The thickness and depth of ink make a painting interesting.

[Bi Lin Echi Pool], can it be said that through this secret realm, I found the place where the saint of calligraphy Wang Xizhi lived in Kuaiji?

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and became familiar with the environment again.

The two women cursed in the distance, with black breaths in their mouths. The old man who kindly persuaded him to fight was breathing white breath in his mouth. Zhong Yue smiled knowingly. It was really interesting. But he didn't understand. What was the so-called opportunity in the secret realm?

Could it be that he is to tell who is the good person and who is the bad person?

However, when he looked at the living people, it was all black and white, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Humans are such magical creatures.

"A warm reminder that the treasure hunt in the secret realm will be released in one minute. Please prepare. After the mission is released, the host can only go to one place to hunt for treasure. Regardless of the harvest, the host needs to arrive at the destination after the treasure hunt is completed."

Zhong Yue was a little nervous again. This personal experience that was almost gameplay was definitely unprecedented. I wonder what strange encounters would be next?

"System prompt: The world where the host lives is in is the real world. Remember not to be a joke. All dangerous life operations will make the host sacrifice precious life, be cautious!"

In order to attract Zhong Yue's attention, the word "Shenzhi" even floated past Zhong Yue's eyes in the form of subtitles, which made Zhong Yue feel embarrassed and cancerous.

Duang's voice.

Just as Zhong Yue was still in a trance, several ink lights suddenly appeared in the sky.

Zhong Yue looked over.

Looking north from his position, there is a floating ink rhyme in the sky. Zhong Yue looked into the distance, and the clouds rolled and unfolded, like a large pen like a rafter.

Looking south again, the scroll was hanging in the air, just like a long rainbow.

However, none of these made Zhong Yue feel moved.

The black bamboo slips on the west aroused Zhong Yue's interest.

Martial arts and fairy tale novels were very popular in the class when Zhong Yue was in junior high school. In the novels, the magic weapons in the hands of the protagonists were all simple and unremarkable, and they looked inconspicuous, and then they were often peerless artifacts in the end.

So as soon as I saw this bamboo slip, Zhong Yue wondered, could it be a secret book similar to the Nine Yang Divine Art?

He withdrew his nostalgic gaze. If there was nothing else that made him moved, Zhong Yue would have chosen the bamboo slip without hesitation.

Zhong Yue turned around and looked east, and was shocked in an instant.

This ink has no image, but is extremely active.

Sometimes it beats, sometimes it vents.

Active like a madman!

Choose bamboo slips or this ink ball?

Zhong Yue hesitated a little.

Sure enough, if the system prompts, Zhong Yue must make a choice.

If you choose bamboo slips, you may be more stable. If it is a useless waste, the system will not use it as a treasure hunt, and it is very likely that it is a secret technique.

But as for Mo Tuan, Zhong Yue felt very excited, like a divine thing that was indomitable and wanted to fight in the sky.

"Forget it, let's follow this feeling."

Zhong Yue made a quick decision and walked towards the east.

Compared to the bamboo slips, no matter how attractive it is, Zhong Yue yearns for the ink ball, as if it can resonate with him.

What exactly contains?

It actually made Zhong Yue feel tenacious. Perhaps the people around him couldn't feel it, but Zhong Yue clearly saw an arrogant and unrestrained soul struggling in that ink ball. It was the supreme courage to fight against the secular world and refute traditions!

This is a temperament that he has never seen before in Jin Nong, Wen Zhengming, and Wang Ximeng. This momentum made Zhong Yue admire him!

Along the way, all kinds of pedestrians and various makeups were all over the place. Whether it was the black air that was as light as smoke from cooking stoves or the slightly gentle white speech, these were not in Zhong Yue's eyes. His eyes were moving with the ink ball.

Getting closer...

Zhong Yue could even feel the black ink rhyme surrounding his body, all of which was joy and joy.

Who can be pure and flawless when a person is in the world?

Zhong Yue approached step by step, and the ink ball in the sky gradually approached his head.

Stepping on the solid land, Zhong Yue walked very firmly.

It's getting closer, closer...

There were old and old words that looked down on the world in my ears. The sound was extremely spicy, as if it was a strange sound from a demon from hell.

"I kill someone to die, it's just a knife on the neck. Now you want to chop me into minced meat! I'm going! I'm going!"

This chapter is so exciting. I was obsessed with trivial plots before, but now Sanchuan seems to have found a path he wants to go. If calligraphy and painting are obsessed with competitions or auctions, it would be so boring. Haha, guess who the person was in the end? Sanchuan admires the idol most... At the request of a book friend, he will upload some important characters in the book in the relevant introduction of the book for everyone to understand better.
Chapter completed!