Everyone in the T-shaped room was silent and sat upright.

Several big men with a back and a waist and muscles were carrying a bronze tripod half a foot square and slowly stepped into the threshold.

"I'll go, what's this thing? It's just that these four strong men need to lift them."

"Can it be a treasure related to the saint? Look, the tripod is shaking, and the liquid inside is not trembling at all!"

Several people who were far away all looked up with their necks and their bodies hung slightly in the air. The blue-clothed servant looked like a superior attitude, with his hands on his back, and smiled and said, "This is Yu Mo left by the ancestor of the Zhang family."

The crowd exclaimed: "Sage Mo!"

"A treasure!"

Zhong Yue asked in a low voice: "Brother Seven, the saint has a harmonious effect."

"What Seventh Brother?" the old man turned his head.

Zhong Yue smiled, "You are so lucky seven times a night."

"Oh, haha, that...be low-key. This saint Yu Mo is the ink that grinds and blesses with luck. If ordinary people can use it, they will be full of luck and will be closer to the realm of Hanmo."

"Hanmo Realm?" Zhong Yue's eyelids trembled. His calligraphy and painting were like cultivating immortals, and his realm was divided. This fantasy style was a bit heavy.

Seeing Zhong Yue's confused look, Ye Qilang shook his head and said, "Hanmo, squatting, calligraphy, saints, both calligraphers and painters, they all divide the levels according to this realm. Are you a native of Daqian?"

"Yes, yes." Zhong Yue smiled embarrassedly.

Several great men slowly placed the tripod in the middle. Several servants of the Zhang family set up and bowed to the tripod. The blue-clothed steward turned around and said, "If you can get this ink with your pen, you can pass this pass and continue the selection later. However, those who have served in Xingsu City for one year."

Be a coolie?

Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the people around him, and asked in a low voice in confusion: "Brother Seventh, this is just this level, and you all have to be hard labor. Why do you all seem willing to do it?"

"Idiot. I would rather be a coolie in Xingsu City for the rest of my life!"

"Why?"

"When you leave Xingsu City, no one dares to collect your body if you die in the wilderness!"

"That……"

"Don't do this, that, look at it!"

Zhong Yue turned his gaze to the edge of the ink tripod. The first tall beggar dressed in a fashion that was dressed "exposed" had already walked forward. He grabbed a pen beside him and reached into the tripod.

According to Zhong Yue's normal thinking, unless he is mentally retarded and his pen is not stained with ink, then who wouldn't be able to lift the ink?

However, the next scene made Zhong Yue dumbfounded.

The man slowly fell down with his pen, and suddenly he stayed in the air and stopped moving. He continued like this for a few seconds, and his body began to tremble, looking timid.

The servant next to him glanced and sighed: "Next."

"Don't, I can do it, I can..."

Before he finished speaking, his hands holding the pen began to tremble.

Zhong Yue murmured to himself: "It's so exaggerating..."

"What do you think? This is a saint, you really feel a lot of tone."

Seeing Ye Qilang's calm look, Zhong Yue asked in a low voice: "Brother Qi, are you doing anything?"

The old man squinted his feet and narrowed his eyes, "Want to know?"

"Yes." Zhong Yue smiled slightly. Although he didn't have the intention to marry into a marriage, he could only take one step at the moment. He would definitely be out of freedom when he was a hard worker. How can he use calligraphy to paint?

"That won't happen. Let me tell you, isn't it just to cultivate my competitors?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "You are so capable, you must be far better than me. Even if I pass the first level by chance, I will definitely not be able to get through it afterwards."

The old man glanced at Zhong Yue with a stingy look and whispered: "Then I'll tell you, the secret is..."

The people around them all pricked up their ears, trying to give themselves some chance of winning, but the old man said it very lightly. No one except Zhong Yue heard Ye Qi Laolang say anything.

The old man patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder and said, "I told you, don't tell others."

Zhong Yue nodded, attracting jealous eyes from others.

Another failed man walked out of the room dejectedly and went to the side to register for service. The Blue-clothed Man shouted expressionlessly: "Next."

The old man kicked Zhong Yue with his feet, "It's your time."

Zhong Yue stood up and walked to the bronze tripod in an orderly manner. He picked up the brush that was not outstanding at all, and looked at the ink that could not be rippled in the tripod.

Just make a big move? Just put it all in the end? It's true and fake...

Zhong Yue had never tried such a thing, but the old man said that, he looked at those people before, and he didn't even have the courage to put his pen into the tripod. Why not try Ye Qilang's suggestions?

He habitually twisted the pen with two fingers and rushed into the cauldron.

The ink that was originally unwavering in the ancient well in the cauldron suddenly emerged with the rising ink air. Zhong Yue immediately felt a sense of resistance, forcing him not to offend him.

Is this the so-called saint's fortune?

Zhong Yue felt the repulsive force similar to the two magnetic poles of the same name, and clasped the pen with his frown.

Damn it! What a broken gameplay!

The more the pen in his hand fell, the more powerful the repulsive force became.

I was so sad! Zhong Yue felt his scalp numb, and the repulsive force was like a big man blocking your way forward, which made him very uncomfortable.

Is this the way to break through the bottleneck of calligraphy?

Zhong Yue suddenly thought, maybe the bottleneck and nothingness in reality can make himself improve in this way? Thinking of this, Zhong Yue inadvertently wanted to use the nine powers of the gods and man. This was completely subconsciously, just like Zhong Yue is writing calligraphy now. Wherever the brushwork goes, the muscles and bones contained in the nine powers of the gods and man are all the brushwork of the nine powers of the gods and man.

Just as he used the nine powers of the gods and man, this powerful repulsive force seemed to be a magnetic pole flip, and suddenly became a huge suction force.

Insert!

Zhong Yue's undecided hand was instantly sucked into the ink tripod.

The pen tip, a one-inch long one, was firmly inserted into the so-called saint Yu Mo.

The servant who was about to call the next one was also shocked.

Actually... went in!

Everyone was stunned when they saw Zhong Yue's actions. Before, the seven or eight people didn't even have the courage to write and touch the ink, and this person actually succeeded in one fell swoop!

However, the servant was surprised. When he saw that the pen in Zhong Yue's hand was about an inch of ink, the entire pen end was in. A trace of ridicule was smearing at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, idiot deserves to be in the T-shaped room, and about an inch, can you lift it?

"I said you, your heart is so big, and your pen is so stretched down, why are you here? Are you playing monkey?"

Zhong Yue was stunned, "Ah? I'll make a soy sauce."

While speaking, I accidentally got up and lifted the pen in my hand...
Chapter completed!