"You have to go out for a while for your teacher."

The next day, morning.

Yue Fei, who had just woken up, was rubbing his eyes, and his ears moved, and he suddenly became surprised.

He looked at Lin Dong happily, as if he wanted to see the master who taught him martial arts but gave him many bitter pills to disappear quickly.

"certainly."

"The medicine cannot be stopped. My teacher has handed over the elixirs for this period of time to your father. During this period when my teacher is no longer, he will urge you to take medicine."

Lin Dong saw the excitement in Yue Fei's eyes at a glance. He yawned, stretched his waist, looked lazy, but said the most desperate words that made the young disciple.

At this moment, in Yue Fei's eyes, his mentor was the biggest demon in the world.

Standing by his side is so desperate.

It's still the kind that you can't see at all hope.

"Okay, okay, don't be so sad. You will only go out for a short time and will be back soon."

Lin Dong seemed to have no idea that Yue Fei hated him, and rubbed the little guy's head comfortably.

Yue Fei: "..."

That disciple really wants to thank you?

This sentence was deeply buried in Yue Fei's heart and he did not dare to be exposed at all.

Because he knew very well how terrible his master was. If he dared to say that, what a terrible and tragic end would be waiting for him.

"Uh-huh!"

In the end, he could only nod his head with his eyes shining.

At least the master is gone, isn’t he?

...

A few days later, in front of a tavern in the city of Bianliang, Lin Dong appeared suddenly.

"It must be this person?"

He looked into the tavern and found that there were not too many diners, one of which attracted most of his attention.

Thinking of it, he walked into it and sat directly opposite the middle-aged man with a unkempt edge.

"Who are you?"

At noon, he was already drunk and his eyes were blurred, his eyes were no focal, but he lost his vigilance. The moment Lin Dong sat down, he spoke.

"The layman is in great interest. He is drunk before lunch is ready. I wonder if there is anything good?"

Lin Dong smiled and asked curiously: "I am the most curious and want to ask the lay Buddhist to tell you."

"Good thing?"

"Hahaha, what good can I do?"

The man shook his head, lifted the wine jar, and walked to the other side, muttering, "What kind of world is this? Even a Taoist is so arrogant and domineering, come to the door to provoke, troubled times, hahaha, troubled times!"

Lin Dong was not upset, but just shook his head.

He waved his hand and asked the shop to cut some meat. After serving some wine, he drank and started talking to himself.

"Some people are really too pretentious. They think that they can become officials after they have made several paintings and are collected by the current emperors. But they still have polished them in this world. I really want to ask, is this person's state of mind so he can't even write paintings?"

"What did you say?!"

The man walked over angrily, his eyes were red, and he said drunk: "Who, who said I, I can't draw it?"

"I didn't say anything to you."

Lin Dong raised his head, glanced at the latter, and continued to drink and drink, saying, "What I said is Zhang Zeduan, a painter who made the Qingming River Painting that the emperors love today, and lay people should not come up and scold them."

The drunk man heard this and smiled proudly, "I am Zhang Zeduan, how are you going?"

"You deserve it too?"

Lin Dong spat, drank wine, rolled his eyes and said, "As far as I know, Zhang Zeduan felt a surge in his heart. How could he get drunk in the tavern next to the road without lunch?"

Bang!

Hurry!

"It's too much!"

Zhang Zeduan was really angry and threw the wine jar on the ground. With the turbid wine spilling, he said with an unhappy look: "I am Zhang Zeduan. Could it be that there is someone who can't take it?!"

"Yes, why bother?"

Lin Dong glanced at the fragments of the wine jar scattered on the ground, shook his head and stood up, put down a few copper plates, and said lightly: "If you are, how dare you go with me?"

After saying that, he had already left first.

"How dare you not?!"

Standing in the tavern and facing several strange gazes, Zhang Zeduan took out a copper plate from his arms, slapped it on the table, and followed it angrily.

...

One by one, one by one, and after walking about ten miles, Lin Dong stopped.

He looked at Zhang Zeduan, who was about to leave, who was about to sober up and was about to leave, and said, "The wise man will not say secret words. I came here this time because I wanted the layman to help me make a painting. It would be better to go up the river map on the Qingming Festival, but I just wanted to highlight my position in it."

"Why do I want to paint for you?"

Zhang Zeduan raised his head sarcastically and said, "Even if the emperor asked me to paint, I dared not refuse, let alone you?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Yeah?"

"The emperor asked you to paint, but you didn't even write it? I really don't believe it!"

Lin Dong laughed, laughing back and forth, but finally gathered all his smiles when Zhang Zeduan was about to leave in anger.

"Say it, why don't you say it?"

Zhang Zeduan didn't leave. He looked at Lin Dong who had a restrained smile and said annoyedly: "The provocation method is useless to me."

"I naturally know that it's useless, and I'm not prepared to make it work."

Lin Dong shook his head slowly, feeling that he had said almost the same thing, and said word by word: "Do you want to be an official? In a painting, I will let you be the president of the Hanlin Academy of Calligraphy and Painting."

"Then you, hiccup..."

Zhang Zeduan was stunned on the spot, looked at Lin Dong for a long time before asking, "Dao you dare to ask for the Taoist lord?"

"I, I am the sky."

Lin Dong slowly uttered these four words, and then continued plainly: "If you really want to be an official, I am 10,000 sure you will be an official, but do you really want to? Or should I go another way?"

“Another, another road?”

Zhang Zeduan swallowed and slowly bowed: "Please give me advice."

Lin Dong paused for a moment, and then slowly spit out eight words from his mouth: "The name remains in history and is passed down through his eternal slogans."

Zhang Zeduan was a little dumbfounded.

I don’t know how long it took, but he suddenly burst into laughter and said with tears in his smile: “Hahaha, what’s the best thing to be an official? It’s better to be a dog in the Zhao Song family than to be a free and happy life in this world.”

"This is what I know about Zhang Zeduan. I will leave the problem of calligraphy and painting to you. What do you want to do with the emperor? I will help you."

Lin Dong smiled.

Facing a person who can provide him with a point of cause and effect, Lin Dong was really happy.

He can agree to any request from the person in front of him, as long as he can do it.

It just so happens that in this world, there are few things that Lin Dong cannot do.

"There is no need. My thoughts in this life are just eight words in the Taoist priest's mouth. If you really can..."

Zhang Zeduan waved his hand, not caring about authenticity.
Chapter completed!