An empty painting?

Is this... the emperor's new clothes?

Zhong Yue was stunned and looked at the old man with confusion. When he saw the old man's face, Zhong Yue confirmed that he should not have seen it because he was blind.

"Master Zhang, an empty painting, you are playing with us!"

Zhang San carried his hands on his back and smiled and said, "The work of the saint is naturally a mystery. Please observe it carefully. But there is one thing that although this Buddhist beast will not attack people on its own initiative, you should not try to use ink rhyme to anger this beast, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences, haha. Now, an hour will begin."

A long incense as thick as a little finger is lit.

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, it was true, it was fake, is there really something on this painting wall?

The few people sitting in the front of the martial arts are also the ones closest to the painting wall. Among them is the man wearing a maroon round necklace. If the old man snatched his feet before, he would be He Zhizhang, one of the four sons of Wuzhong. He was the one who "returned home when he was young." Of course, in this era of hard work, this secret secretary He was not known for his poetry and prose, but became famous for his singular prose and prose and sings in calligraphy. When he was young, he was already a leader.

Zhong Yue returned to the huge painting wall, curious that the so-called Zhang Sengyou was really boring, just draw, why do you make an invisible painting?

Just as he casually glanced at a corner of the painting wall, his heart suddenly pounded.

like……

He seemed to hear a snoring!

Zhong Yue glanced at Ye Qilang next to him with a nervousness. The old man also glanced at him, looking a little suspicious, and said to himself: What's wrong? Brother, are you okay?

He definitely heard a snore.

And...that shouldn't be a snoring sound!

Zhong Yue held his breath and focused his eyes on the painting wall. This was not the emperor's new clothes, but the painting had a unique world! It was really a good thing! The Zhang family chief manager carried his hands on his back, his old look and drooping eyes fluttered around. Seeing the third son of Wu Zhong at the front and several other familiar faces had already started to write, drawing a few strokes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. These young men with prominent families were indeed capable.

There are naturally Buddhist beasts in the painting wall, but Zhang Sengyou's achievements are compared to his fortune and cleverly covers the true appearance of the beasts with his pen. If you want to see the true image through the confusion, you have to rely on your own abilities. However, when you see the talented man in Wuzhong, a trace of sadness still emerges deep in the old man's eyes.

If the saint of the Lord's family still... can still appear in the world for a while, why should the Lord's family recruit a son-in-law to stabilize the stability of the Star Constellation City? The five-star and twenty-eight constellations formation will not last for a few years... The Zhang family has no successor, and when the power of the killing formation is no longer there, how can the entire Zhang family survive? This is the fatal key.

An ordinary man is innocent and he is guilty of possessing a treasure.

Who made the Zhang family the descendant of the saint? One person was able to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven. How glory was so great that the Zhang family was in those days, how could it rise? How would it naturally come back when the ancestors disappeared. As for whether the ancestors still live in this world, they didn’t even know. They could only say that the hope of living was very slim...

General Zhang's eyes swept to those who had never made any moves behind him and couldn't help but sigh. In fact, the most ideal thing is of course those who have no identity background behind him. Only such a son-in-law can be truly used by the Zhang family, and the Star City will not change its ownership, otherwise... the old man swallowed his throat, and the sadness arises from his heart.

Ye Qilang kept coughing, and Zhong Yue kept staring at the painting wall and never relaxed. What kind of thing is this!

Zhong Yue remembered the first level. When he used the Nine Powers of the Divine Man, the writing became very easy. Perhaps in this copy, the Nine Powers of the Divine Man should be considered a very profound martial art.

Thinking of this, he used the nine powers of the gods and man and glanced over at one glance.

Roar...

Zhong Yue glanced at a glance and carefully restrained the blessing effect of the nine powers of the gods and man. Because just as he came into contact with the beast-suppressing beast, his heart suddenly became tight and felt the breath of danger.

This is the first time he has felt the danger of danger since he left the copy. Is Zhang Sengyou's painting skills so terrifying? Or is it just a special effect?

Zhong Yue has seen the map in the Shanhai Jing. No matter how weird the totem is, it will not be too surprised or terrifying for an adult. However, just at that glance just now, Zhong Yue seemed to have seen something.

This guy... has two horns on his head!

Zhong Yue lifted up his clothes.

This small move made the old man who was scratching his ears and cheeks shrink. Good boy, it seems that he is really a horn that is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! He gave Zhong Yue an answer, but he didn't think about what Zhong Yue could see, it was just a matter of unintentional insertion. After all, there were eight patterns, and this answer actually didn't matter, because the person who could see the clues did not need his answer, and the person who could not see them, gave him these eight pictures, and he didn't believe that luck was so outrageous. He could be fooled at will.

There are horns on the head...

The first one looks a bit like it.

The second picture is impossible.

The third one seems to be quite similar.

The fourth picture should not be.

The fifth picture, although there are horns on the head, the guy should not be a bird, so it is excluded.

Zhong Yue did the method of eliminating and first picked out all the horns on his head.

Originally, when Zhong Yue picked up one of the pictures, the old man was happy, and then he saw that Zhong Yue had reunited into two stacks. The old man couldn't be happy. Brother, you are making a fuss! You're so fucking! You should give me a sure thing quickly. He looked at the painting wall, which was as empty as Zhong Yue had seen before. He thought that he could see the clues by applying a little trick, but now he doesn't have to think about it anymore.

Zhong Yue naturally didn't know that the person next to him was so active. He looked over the four horned ones a few times. He just glanced over at the first glance and was too hasty. Moreover, the guy was too big, but looking at a certain part, he couldn't confirm it at all.

The big brother next to him coughed twice suggestively, like a tuberculosis ghost.

Or... take a look?

Zhong Yue swallowed, thinking that he was afraid of a ghost. He was a player and would not die. At worst, he could quit the dungeon. He took a deep breath and relaxed.

With the blessing of the nine powers of gods and man, look around.

Just as Zhong Yue glanced at the painting wall, the snoring sound he heard suddenly stopped, and the pupils of the pretend-sleeping beast suddenly opened!

Zhong Yue was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat!

Just like when he first observed the nine-moment pens of the gods and man, the ink rhyme came to his eyes.

Sweeping pen?

The entire martial arts performance venue actually trembled slightly in an instant...
Chapter completed!