Zhong Yue walked slowly towards the T-shirt room in the city. As the only player in the game, this experience is simply a bad one! He actually wants to be a male pet for the NPC in the game?

Who designed this game to make the player's father beat him to death? However, Zhong Yue was not just here to experience the game. He wanted to continue this dungeon to break through the bottleneck. At this time, he rashly withdrew from the dungeon, which would mean the loss of an opportunity. In that way, Zhong Yue could only make progress by relying on his own slow training on the road of calligraphy and painting.

Seeing the "comrades-in-law" in the T-shaped room, Zhong Yue was so angry that he sat in his seat and looked at the old man with gray hair on the left with his eyelids twitching, "Brother, you are so old that you are still a son-in-law? It's not an exaggeration to be a grandfather for others, right?"

When the old man heard what Zhong Yue said, he was displeased and said in a pride: "What do you mean? I have a good kidney, so don't you allow me to go seven times a night? To be honest, I am still a boy! The lady of the Zhang family chose me, that's her blessing."

A chuckle came from around.

Zhong Yue looked around and it seemed that the semicolon did not come in the order of the team. No one who came in with him before saw it. The people in this T-shaped room were either ragged like him, or old and disabled, just like a refugee area! This A, B, C, and D seem to be divided according to the quality of the "male pet"...

"Brother, let me ask you something..." Zhong Yue remembered that the old man next to him was the gossip man who had been pulling his mouth and constantly.

"Go and go, you guy is so poisonous, I won't talk to you!"

Zhong Yue smiled awkwardly, "I just made a mistake. What I said is that you will definitely be Miss Zhang's male favorite this time. Ah, no, the son-in-law of the Zhang family. You are such a romantic and handsome talent, and it is unreasonable to not be successful. I think the Zhang family master will definitely choose you."

After hearing Zhong Yue's licking wildly, the old man who had been knowledgeable before put down his figure, hugged his chest with both hands, and looked arrogant, "Okay, see you apologize so sincerely, just say whatever you want to ask."

"Why are everyone so keen to be the son-in-law of the Zhang family? I see that many of the people who came in before are well-dressed and of extraordinary origins. Being a son-in-law doesn't bury yourself."

People around him laughed again.

"Little brother, aren't you from Jiangbei?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

The old man Ye Qi sat cross-legged, saying, "Which man in Jiangbei doesn't want to be the son-in-law of Zhang Daguan? He is the fourth son of Wuzhong, who is also picking gold and silver and rushing to meet. You actually say that you are burying talents? Haha, don't say that you are a son-in-law, you are the male favorite of the Zhang family. I am happy to go there."

"Go away, you are a man's body, you don't even have a drop of water after being squeezed out. How can you nourish your yellow-flowered daughter?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The Zhang family outside the door frowned and shouted, "If you talk nonsense again, kill me!"

The few people who spoke yellow suddenly shut up and realized that they were saying something outrageously.

Zhong Yue still didn't understand and asked, "Brother, I still don't understand, is the Zhang family rich enough to rival a country, or is the lady as beautiful as a fairy?"

Ye Qi Lao Lang glanced at Zhong Yue, "Why are you so philanthropist? If it were really these dirt items, would the fourth son of Wuzhong look down on it? The Zhang family, if they become son-in-law, they would turn into a dragon overnight and soar! Do you know who the Zhang family came out a hundred years ago?"

"Who?"

"It seems like a novice. The ancestor of the Painting Taoist Painting, Zhang Sengyou, have you never heard of this?"

Zhong Yue frowned, and Zhang Sengyou was a little blurred. Among the famous painters in the Tang Dynasty, Wu Daozi was one, Yan Liben was one, and Xue Ji, Zhou Fang and others were also quite famous. Zhang Sengyou really had no impression.

"Can you tell me carefully? I am ignorant?" Zhong Yue thought that no matter how long this copy activity lasts, it will not exceed two hours. At worst, it will be more time for him to understand, so he relaxed.

After tying his left foot, Old Lang raised his right foot. Looking at Zhong Yue's humble and studious look, he said, "Dagan's calligraphy and painting are the most respected people who have become saints by paintings. Since its founding, Zhang Sengyou, the ancestor of the Zhang family, is a master who became saints a hundred years ago. This star city is indestructible. It is really a blessing from his pen and ink. Five stars and twenty-eight constellations are made by the Zhang family. One hand draws the finishing touch, and can control the dragon and fly to the sky. Who doesn't envy this kind of merit and fortune? I want to come and learn it?"

"Put the finishing touch!?"

Zhong Yue was a little impressed by this person when he heard this idiom. Zhang Sengyou, a native of Liang Dynasty, painted dragons in the Southern Dynasty, and never pointed his eyes. He flew away when he pointed it. This allusion was passed down. However, except for Zhang Sengyou's paintings, except for another work on the Ghost Island, the other paintings have long disappeared due to their age.

After listening to so many people's narratives, Zhong Yue roughly understood that this era of great career created was a model of calligraphy and painting.

He asked in a low voice: "Brother, is it like the so-called Taoist saints, grass saints, and the like. Generally speaking, they will be invincible in the world and will never die?"

When Zhong Yue heard the tone of those people before, he thought that the so-called saint should be at this very awesome level.

Ye Qi Laolang glanced at the Zhang family outside the house, and his foot-piercing hand was already holding Zhong Yue's neck, making Zhong Yue feel disgusted, "Get closer, I'll tell you a little bit."

"You said you said." Zhong Yue endured the disgusting hand and wanted to get this answer.

"That's right. But since ancient times, there have been no immortals who have become saints."

“Why?”

Ye Qi Laolang narrowed his vulgar eyes, "The only one who can kill the saint is the saint. Don't you understand this?"

Zhong Yue was stunned and said softly in a mosquito-like voice: "What do you mean, Zhang Sengyou... is dead?" Judging from this attitude, if there is such awesome person in the Zhang family, Zhong Yue doesn't think it is necessary to recruit a son-in-law so much, there must be something wrong.

Ye Qi Laolang chuckled and said, "The Zhang family has always said that the ancestor has traveled around, but it is said that eighty years ago, someone saw two molongs nailed to death by yellow talismans on the screen of the South China Temple."

Zhong Yue's pupils shrank, and the talisman nails drew a dragon! So mysterious?

Just when Zhong Yue was still stunned, a servant wearing a blue mansion came in outside the house. The little tall hat he wore was more advanced than the servants standing at the door before. He carried his hands on his back and said arrogantly: "The Zhang family recruited a son-in-law, the first level, get ink!"
Chapter completed!