Outside the Zhenbao Pavilion, Zhong Yue looked at Zhang San and Zhang Si with big eyes and staring at him with a little confusion, and was also confused. He looked dizzy after looking at the plaque. Is this a matter worth being surprised? Isn’t it allowed me to be ill?

The chief general of the Zhang family pursed his lips and said, "This plaque is the treasure that the ancestors visited ancient sites back then. The three words "Treasure Pavilion" were written by Li Si, the pre-Qin Dharma Saint. Every word is pearls. Don't mention ordinary people like the young master, even if we are alone, we dare not look directly at it. It seems that the young master is of extraordinary talent."

Zhong Yue looked at the two old men who became more and more mysterious as they talked strangely. It was true or false. Is he so talented when he looked at the plaque?

"I used to think that the young lady had chosen the young master to enter the Dragon Pool because she was attracted to the young master's appearance. Unexpectedly, the young master was talented. It seems that compared with the third son of Wuzhong, the young master is not much worse."

Zhong Yue smiled, "I heard that the three sons of Wuzhong are all powerful men in the squatting realm. They have not yet condensed their ink into the Tao. How can they compare?"

The second housekeeper praised: "No. It's not easy. It's not easy to become a great man late. Among the four sons of Wuzhong, these three men entered the Tao before Zhang Changshi, and sang all the way. The brushwork was so good that they entered the squat. At that time, the Saint of Cursive was still a common scholar, laughed at by the people of Jiangdong. The name of the Four Sons of Wuzhong was also laughed at as the three sons of Wuzhong and a broken son. However, no one could have thought that in just ten years, one night, a storm was made, and Zhang Changshi became famous overnight and became famous all over the world."

"Actually a Saint in one night?" Zhong Yue was shocked. The system settings were too buggy. He, a player, had never enjoyed treatment. There was a npc that was like playing the legendary private server, and it reached the maximum level overnight???

"That's right, Wenmo, Squat Feng, and Dharma Book, becoming a saint, and completing it in one go, achieving the name of Zhang Dian!"

Dian, this is indeed a synonym for Zhang Xu's crazy cursive script. Dian Zhang Zuisu, even in history, has always been the same in Zhang Xu's historical famous scholars. Li Bai has a poem saying: "Zhang Dian is not dead for many years, and I will not learn from this righteousness."

When he heard that the common man became a saint all night, Zhong Yue admired Zhang Dian even more.

"Mr. Zhong?"

"Ah?" Zhong Yue came to his senses.

"It's getting late, let's go in and choose Mobao. The master and the lady agreed. You can borrow a volume of Mobao in front of the Young Master. This is the only exception in front of Xingsu City. I hope the young master will seize the opportunity."

"Thank you to the master and the lady for me."

The second general manager smiled and said, "If you can become a son-in-law of the Zhang family, you are all a family, so don't be polite. Maybe the young master is talented and able to see the Dharma Saint seal characters. He can be a saint in this treasure pavilion overnight, so there is no need to go to the Dragon Transformation Pool. He must be the Zhang family's son-in-law who rides the dragon."

Zhong Yue was even more alert when he saw these two old men pouring the ecstasy medicine with one word and another. He didn't plan to get in the door, and wanted me to work hard for the Zhang family? There was no door...

Although the dungeon is good, being addicted to games is Zhong Yue's own fault. Seeing the two old men walking to the Treasure Pavilion and opening the door with the key, Zhong Yue then went forward.

"Young Master comes with me."

As soon as he entered this pavilion, Zhong Yue felt the quaint atmosphere.

"There are many taboos for saints here. Young Master, don't look around at will, so as not to be hurt by Mo Yun."

With this reminder, Zhong Yue stopped looking around. The door of Zhenbao Pavilion was closed, oil lamps were lit up, and the attic was lit up instantly.

"The attic with calligraphy and painting classics like this is most afraid of open fire. If there are so many lights, aren't you afraid of fire?" Zhong Yue asked curiously.

"It's not a problem for the young master to worry about it. The lights here are all things in the painting, not oil lamps and bright fire."

So high-end? Zhong Yue was secretly surprised. It seems that the saint's house has a profound foundation.

He followed the two old housekeepers onto the wooden ladder and walked around for several times. He almost fainted himself before he reached a certain floor of treasure pavilion. As for the floor, Zhong Yue didn't count it carefully. It seemed that from the outside, this floor should not be so high. It is very likely that he designed some maze mechanisms such as tricks.

"Young Master, since you are borrowing, there must be a rule."

"You said that."

"There are ten days left before entering the Dragon Pool. The young master can come here to visit every day, but take out the treasure pavilion..."

Zhong Yue was stunned, "The lady had a document before, and she borrowed it. How could it be a borrowing view?"

Zhang San smiled embarrassedly, "Miss is young, so she naturally doesn't know the value of Mobao in front of the Holy One. Moreover, the young master is a common man, and he is innocent and possesses a treasure. If he takes him out of the treasure pavilion, he will be in the Xingsu City. Although the public security is good, he will inevitably encounter some cruel people. It would be fine if the Mobao was taken away. If the young master is injured, it is not our Zhang family."

Well, you have to listen to this inversely. It would be fine if you die, you are a rookie. You are just worried that this treasure will be taken away...

He could only think of Lao Gou for three minutes in his heart. He had all the mechanisms, but he would not let him take him out of the treasure pavilion, and you would have no choice.

"Oh well."

The two Zhang family managers took Zhong Yue to a display cabinet. Zhong Yue looked around and saw the scroll hidden in the wooden grid, hundreds of thousands, countless. Seeing this scene, his little heart thumped up.

You should know that Zhang Sengyou, a painter of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, has very few original works passed down. What is known to exist in the world today is the picture of "Five Stars and Twenty-Eight Constellations", which is still on the island of thieves. If they are all taken for themselves, they will be brought to reality.

Zhong Yue swallowed.

Get rich?

It was simply a fortune! But thinking that this system was virtual, Zhong Yue was a little suspicious. Can the things in the dungeon be taken out?

"Young Master?"

"ah?"

The second butler saw Zhong Yue's dazed look and understood that so many mourning treasures were really too shocked for a young man, so he said, "Although this place is coveted by countless people, there are many taboos here. If we are not careful, we will be hurt by the saint Mo Yun, so please remember not to act rashly."

"Of course, there are so many saints, can you borrow them all to read?"

The two elders looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled, "Young Master, you only have ten days to eat too much, you can't make it."

Zhong Yue sighed secretly. He said this very clearly. It was enough to borrow one.

"The pre-saints are all the hard work of a generation of saints before they attain enlightenment, and they are probably not revealed to others. The ancestor of the master travels around and leaves them to future generations to keep, otherwise they would not have shown them so easily."

"Then how should I choose?" I didn't show it to him. I couldn't just give it a picture to deal with it, right?

The chief manager smiled and said, "It depends on fate. I can only tell the young master that the four columns on the left are the things that my ancestors became famous. The dragon map in front of the holy, the four columns in the middle are birds and beasts, and the four columns in the back are Buddha maps."

Zhang Sengyou is good at painting dragons, but Zhong Yue knows that the creature dragon does not exist. The so-called dragons are all pieces of birds and beasts, so the birds and beasts are painted vividly, so naturally the dragon painting is more exquisite.

After thinking about it this way, the picture of the dragon in front of the holy that Zhang Sengyou relied on for his fame is the least worth seeing, and it is not as good as a bird or a beast. As for the Buddha, I just listen to Lao Gou for a while.

Although Zhong Yue felt that Lao Gou was a dog, he could not believe it, but in terms of understanding of Dad, he was definitely not as good as Gou Lao Qi who lived long.

"I choose the Buddha's picture."

The two Zhang family managers standing aside were stunned again.

"Young Master, please think carefully. The ancestor of the Zhang family became a saint by painting dragons, but did not choose a dragon picture to view it?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I am stupid in my qualifications, how dare I compare with the saints? I am afraid that I will not be able to draw a dragon and become a snake. I should choose the Buddha's picture to borrow it and view it."

The two of them looked at Zhong Yue with praise, "Since the young master has decided, I won't persuade him."

Zhang San took out a large rafter pen from his arms and stroked it in the air.

This is the second time that Zhong Yue has seen a so-called master in the Dharma Book Realm move. This time he is close and can see more carefully.

Mo Yun actually condensed in the air but did not dissipate, like a droplet floating in a vacuum. He looked at the pen in Zhang San's hand and gradually drew a dragon-shaped picture and text in the air and pushed forward.

The entire pattern flew towards the wooden grid. When it touched the scroll on the wooden grid, it seemed to have entered an invisible barrier and suddenly became a little deformed.

"Young Master, please choose."

Zhong Yue glanced at the eyes and said, "Just let the scrolls be rolled together, and he didn't know how to make a decision, so he casually said, "Just let's go to the closest scroll."

Zhang San's ink pen pointed in his hand, and the ink Yun actually held the scroll and slowly flew back. The scroll fell into Zhang San's hand. He slowly opened it halfway. Seeing the Holy Ink Treasure with good quality, a hint of coveting appeared in his eyes. However, they were all servants of the Zhang family, and they had already swore to the holy monument, and the oath of swearing was more rigorous than those who had asked the entrusted people before, and they should not be violated by the master family, so the Zhang family would have so assuredly handed over the keys and taboo solutions to these two general managers.

"Young Master, you're so lucky."

"What's wrong?"

Zhang San handed the scroll to Zhong Yue, "This is the "Seven Saints Picture".

"The Seven Holy Pictures? Isn't it the Buddha?"

The second general manager on the side smiled and said, "So, good luck to you. There is a secret room behind you. You can go to the secret room to learn more. However, the young master is a commoner. Although the ink treasures in front of the holy are not as good as the ink treasures of the saints, it is easy to consume your mind if you see them too much. You should do what you can. We are waiting outside."

"Then I'll be fine. I'll have a reluctance to ask for it." Zhong Yue said hesitantly.

"But it's okay."

"Can you let Xiaoxia get closer to this wooden grid? There is no other intention, just want to feel the fortune of the saint."

Zhang San and Zhang Si showed a hint of caution in their eyes, but when they thought that Zhong Yue was just a commoner, the reason was very reasonable and nodded to each other.

"Young Master, don't step into that black line, otherwise it will touch the taboo, and even I and the other two will not be able to save you."

"Yeah." Zhong Yue swallowed and gradually walked towards Muge.

tread.

tread.

tread.

tread.

Zhong Yue's heart was thumping, getting closer and closer to the two feet tall wooden grid. He felt a sense of nervousness that he had never felt before, and even wanted to... pee!

Just as he was standing outside the cordon, the system prompt sounds that had never been seen since the copy were filled with ears like symphony one after another.

"The system detected Zhang Sengyou's "Twenty-Eight Constellations" and was it included?"

"The system detected Zhang Sengyou's "Portrait of Emperor Wu" and was it included?"

"The system detected Zhang Sengyou's "Hanwu Shooting Dragon Picture", was it included?"

"The system detected Zhang Sengyou's "Picture of Dingguang Tathagata" and was it included?"

"The system detected Zhang Sengyou's "Vimalakirti" and was it included?"

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