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Chapter 5 A Blank Sheet of Paper

"Zhou Feng!"

Many people screamed.

Zhou Yuanshan's face changed drastically.

Among them, Zhou Tao was the one who reacted the most. He stared at Zhou Feng tightly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Bang!

The next moment, he was slapped in the face.

However, this time the attack was not the old man Zhou Wanfu, but the head of the family Zhou Hongguang: "Zhou Tao, didn't you say that Zhou Feng fled to Jiangdong overnight? You are so brave at such a young age, what's wrong with learning? Learning from others to lie. You are so brave!"

Zhou Tao was beaten to the point of snot coming out. He felt very aggrieved. He quickly knelt on the ground and shouted: "Master, I didn't lie. It's true. Zhou Feng really escaped from the city last night. I saw it with my own eyes. Don't believe it... don't believe it... ask him!"

He pointed at Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng gave his father a reassuring look, and then looked confused: "Get out of the city? Who has left the city? I was sleeping in the room. As soon as I woke up, my face came over without washing."

"you……"

Zhou Tao was speechless.

"Dare still quibbling? It's getting more and more distorted!"

Zhou Hongguang shouted angrily, slap! slap! Another two slaps on Zhou Tao's face, making a crisp sound.

In an instant, Zhou Tao turned into a pig's head, and was so beaten that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Zhou Tao, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake to the old master and the head of the family?"

Zhou Jianghe clenched his fists and wanted to save his son, but due to the head of the family and the majesty of the old man, he did not dare to do anything randomly.

"Old Master, head of the family, I was wrong!"

Zhou Tao could only break the blood and swallow it into his stomach, kneeling on the ground obediently to admit his mistake.

"Okay, head of the family, maybe Zhou Tao saw it wrong, how big a thing?"

A member of the Zhou family came out to smooth things over.

This person is called Zhou Shulin, and the seventh level of Chongjiu Realm. He has close contact with Zhoujiang River and has a good relationship.

"Since Zhou Feng is here, let's do as the old man just ordered."

As he said that, he looked at Zhou Feng and said coldly: "Zhou Feng, do you know your crime?"

"What did I do?" Zhou Feng asked back.

Everyone shook their heads and looked at Zhou Feng with contempt. They still don’t know what they have committed. What is they not a fool?

People say that a tiger father has no dog son.

But how could Zhou Yuanshan, a master of the eighth level of Chongji Realm, give birth to such a useless son?

"You dare to pretend to be stupid, right? You stole the ancestral scripture paintings and gave them to a brothel woman. Now that brothel woman is missing, what did you say you did?"

Zhou Shulin said furiously.

"What are you talking about? That's right, I stole the ancestral scripture paintings, but I didn't give them away. I'm trading with her."

Zhou Feng had already written his draft on the way back and said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the entire parliament hall exploded again.

"Trade? This idiot actually steals the ancestral scripture paintings and trades with a brothel woman? I heard it right."

"A brothel woman, what is worth trading? Isn't that a little bit?"

"The ancestral paintings of our Zhou family are third-grade, worth even the city, and they can't buy them much money. Now they are exchanged for a spring night by this idiot?"

"He is a waste and cannot practice. How could he know the value of ancestral scripture paintings?"

"Master, use the family law and kill him by sticking him, and don't let him harm the Zhou family anymore."

"Die from a stick!"

"Die from a stick!"

…………………………

At this moment, the people from the Zhou family, whether young or old, almost all shouted out loud.

The entire parliament hall was filled with the sound of Zhou Feng's "stolen" being killed, one after another, one after another.

Not killing Zhou Feng is not enough to calm the public and quell the public's anger.

"Zhou Feng, tell me what did you trade with the ancestral scripture painting? Why not take it out and take a look so that everyone can open their eyes."

Zhou Jianghe suddenly raised his voice and suppressed all the sounds.

This father and son have a virtue and a deep scheming.

If Zhou Tao hadn't had his face swollen and had difficulty speaking, he would have been yelling long ago.

In fact, he didn't want to know what Zhou Feng had traded, but wanted Zhou Feng to make a fool of himself.

Zhou Feng made a fool of himself, that is, Zhou Yuanshan made a fool of himself. In this way, he would even more anger the old man and he would have the opportunity to replace him.

The affairs of the Zhou family are just a matter of the old man.

"That's it!"

Zhou Feng glanced at Zhou Jianghe and cooperated very well. He immediately took out something from his body, and it was a piece of white paper in his hand!

There seems to be words on the white paper!

In an instant, the contempt on everyone's faces became even stronger.

No one expected that Zhou Feng was so stupid that he really took out the things, and he was not afraid of embarrassing him.

Because no matter what Zhou Feng takes out, it is impossible to compare with the ancestral scripture painting.

The most expensive paintings of the ancestors are the most expensive.

"Ha ha……"

Zhou Jianghe laughed: "Zhou Feng, what are you? Golden tickets or love poems? Take them here and I will recite them to everyone."

As he said that, he walked over and grabbed his big hand.

But he grabbed a piece of cake and was easily avoided by Zhou Feng.

Zhou Jianghe was stunned, as if he didn't expect Zhou Feng to avoid it. Then he heard Zhou Feng's voice: "On the white paper, there is an important secret. Uncle Fourth has already practiced to the eighth level of Chongji Realm. Unfortunately, he is still a little short of it and is not qualified to read the contents on it."

Is it not qualified to read even the eighth level of the Chongji Realm?

This cowhide is so boring.

No one present believed Zhou Feng's words.

That's an ordinary piece of white paper.

"I'm not qualified, who is qualified?" Zhou Jianghe's face was gloomy. He was actually underestimated by a waste. It's really outrageous.

"Of course it's only the old man!"

Zhou Feng said that, then walked forward and was preparing to submit it to the old man Zhou Wanfu himself.

Zhou Wanfu had no expression on his face, stared at Zhou Feng for a while, then took the blank paper and looked down.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

When Zhou Jianghe saw this scene, he grinned in his heart: "The old man is a death-taking master, and he is so easy to fool? I will expose your tricks later and see how you die!"

It is impossible for a waste to take out any good things.

Not only him, many people are waiting to watch the show.

Only Zhou Yuanshan was full of worries.

"This is this..."

Suddenly, Zhou Wanfu widened his eyes and trembled all over.

Zhou Jianghe thought the old man was so angry that he was happy and shouted loudly: "Zhou Feng, how dare you tease the old man with a piece of waste paper. The crime is unforgivable. Kneel down for me and serve the family law!"

Then, he rushed over immediately, preparing to capture Zhou Feng and kill him with a stick!

Bang!

However, just as his big hand was about to touch Zhou Feng's body, a terrifying true energy came and drove him away. He rolled around the ground for a few times, making him look dirty and very embarrassed.

Even a mouthful of blood was spewed out.

"Old man, why are you..." Zhou Jianghe looked at Zhou Wanfu incredibly.

"Bastard, who told you to do it?" Zhou Wanfu shouted loudly, and then said to everyone: "Zhou Feng is a filial person. He did a very good job this time. I am very pleased that the Zhou family has such a young talent."

"ah?"

Zhou Jianghe's expression was frozen.

"this……"

Zhou Hongguang and Zhou Shulin were stunned.

"What?" Zhou Yuanshan almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Zhou Tao, who turned into a pig's head, looked confused.

Zhou Feng, a young talent?

A waste who cannot practice becomes a young talent in the blink of an eye? Or is it praised by the high-ranking old man?

Until everyone was kicked out of the parliament hall by Zhou Wanfu, he still did not come back to his senses.

They watched each other in a daze, hoping that someone would come forward to answer.
Chapter completed!
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