On both sides of the Bian River, stars were dotted. For a moment, a star came into the clouds, and countless painters and calligraphers ran towards the phoenix.

Cao Ling looked at the abnormal movements on both sides of the Bian River and said, "Master has always said that you should keep a low profile when you go to and from the mortal world. What do you mean by doing this?"

Zhong Yue chuckled and said, "It's nothing, leave them a spark of hope."

The two ink-romantic phoenixes roared lightly and flew upwards into the clouds, finally organizing the pace of the chasing people.

Some secular painters and calligraphers on both sides of the Bian River have never been to the Thirteen Bridges of Qinghui, and they don’t even know that calligraphy and painting can condense the ink into the Tao. However, they were all talking excitedly that night.

Ah, it turns out that the way of calligraphy and painting can be so brilliant and outstanding.

When the two phoenixes appeared again, they had already landed on the lawn of the mansion garden. Many painters in Qinghui stood up and rushed over. Aunt Lao Fu was also wearing dresses and stood on the painting building and looked at it with difficulty. "It's not the master of the veterinary... It seems that the master of the veterinary is not here..."

"Qinghui Painting Zhai, welcome the emperor."

They never expected that in just a few days, the Supreme Lord came to Yungong again. This time, is it going to recruit disciples again?

Zhong Yue jumped down and looked at the newly replenished blood of the Huazhai. Many of them were regular customers of Wenhuating at the time, and he joked: "There is really no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king?"

Hearing this familiar voice, everyone who didn't dare to look up raised their heads in surprise and raised their heads with awesome eyes, "Guest Chung? It's Guest Chung who's back."

Cao Ling was also puzzled when he saw the women standing up in a noisy way and surrounding Zhong Yue for questions. Is this monster so popular here?

"gentlemen."

Seeing Zhou Fang standing alone on the side, Zhong Yue was a little surprised, "Where is Axuan?"

"He's gone."

"Then don't you go with me?" Zhong Yue asked with a smile. There was a big reason for his return this time, and it was for his two treasure apprentices. He was still looking forward to what miraculous effects would be after the complete version of the calligraphy and paintings were included.

Zhou Fang said seriously: "I was thinking about the homework assigned by my husband before."

Zhong Yue calmed down the people around him, walked over and asked, "Then have you thought?"

"Well, I'll think about it. I like painting, even if I don't have the ambitions of my father and brother now, I like it. This is my answer."

Cao Ling, who was standing beside him, looked at the painting boy with such a mind and raised his eyebrows. This Qinghui is really a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger.

"It's great, then are you going to go out for a walk?"

Zhou Fang shook his head, "I think life in the pavilion is more suitable for me, and as soon as Ah Xuan left, my ears became more purified and my attention became more focused."

"Okay, let me introduce you to this Fairy Cao, who will be Qinghui's new master in the future. Yao is the position of saint in Yungong. Everyone should study painting harder in the future. Of course, with Yao, the saint, you will have a greater chance of entering Yungong in the future."

“Really?

"Wow, are everyone Yao so powerful? The Saint of Yun Palace is really amazing."

Cao Ling glanced at Zhong Yue and thought to himself, why did this person hate him so much? Do you have to put them together?

Originally, it was already a problem of face if I didn’t act as a phoenix tail as a chicken head. Now, I was ignored by everyone before I could say a word to this new veterinary master.

Zhang Caifeng covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

Zhong Yue glanced at Cao Ling and signaled that he would leave it to her next, so he left on his own.

Many cars and horses were parked at Qinghui's door. Zhong Yue stood in the hall and said, "Zhonglang, come and get paper and ink."

"Yes, sir."

Zhong Yue lifted his pen and licked the ink.

"Isn't you going to leave when the gentleman comes back this time?"

"No, I might be leaving soon."

"Where is sir?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "When Zhang Xuan left, did you ask him where he went and what he was going?"

Zhou Fang shook his head.

"Have he given you the [Condensing Mo Qi Jue]?"

"He wants to give it to me, but I don't want it."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "What? Isn't you jealous?"

Although this magic trick to condense ink into the Tao may be common in the sect, in the secular world, it is a treasure that is hard to buy.

"I was envious, but I didn't think about it at that time, so I didn't want it and didn't ask."

"good."

Zhong Yue put his pen and splashed ink.

Now that the ink has entered the Tao, the grasp and control of the nine powers of the gods and man has become more perfect. Although the works like the yellow wine post and the sweet potato post still cannot be restored, what Zhong Yue can guarantee is that every time he writes, he will fulfill his will.

Establish morality and speak,

No questions asked about the world.

Although Zhou Fang had not learned calligraphy, his pupils still shrank when he saw this exquisite calligraphy, "Sir, he is really a god."

"I dare not call it the word "God and Man."

Zhong Yue learned the nine powers of gods and man, but he really wanted to regard himself as a god. It was obviously Wang Po who sold melons. He looked at the bright lights of Qinghui and the bright carriages and horses outside, patted Zhou Fang on the shoulder, and said, "Do you want to learn calligraphy? If you are asked to choose between calligraphy and painting."

Zhou Fang looked at the words in his hand, was silent for a moment, raised his head, and said resolutely: "I still want to draw."

“Great Good.”

"Sir, praise me."

Zhong Yue chuckled. At this moment, he seemed to see Liu Shao'e, Qian Yunyao, as if he saw a master, and felt the pride of being a role model.

"I'm leaving. Remember, stick to your own ideas and don't forget what you said today."

Zhou Fang bowed and said, "Send him respectfully."

Zhong Yue put a black robe on his body and walked out through the side door on one side.

The painters of the Great Mansion Garden were bustling with people, and countless outsiders came from Thirteen Bridges. Zhong Yue put on a black hat and left in a low-key manner under Zhou Fang's respectful sent.

"Mr. Liu, I will work hard."

...

...

No matter what, it was given to Zhou Fang by Zhong Yue, and it was also for himself.

He has a long way to go. As for where he goes, even Zhong Yue himself is confused. The world is so big, should he go to find Qingteng? Or to pursue the grass saint Zhao Xu?

It seems that both are difficult. So where is the world so big?

Zhong Yue felt a little sad. This place did not belong to him, and his hometown was no longer here.

"The clock is not a device."

Zhong Yue stopped looking at the people who were coming with the sword.

"Is Jiange so petty?"

"Haha, you have two junior brothers, and you are so cruel. If you keep this disaster in the world, you will also harm others. Instead of doing this, we might as well get rid of the roots."

Zhong Yue looked at the five Jiange ministers standing on the moral high ground and asked slowly: "Are you... interesting?"

"Um?"

"The people of Lulong Jian Pavilion are shameless than dog slaughterers in the city."

"presumptuous!"

"Junior, I'm looking for death!"

A wave of turmoil arose on the bank of the Bian River.
Chapter completed!