.Chapter 065: Wen Dou - Emperor's Teacher Wang Bo

Amazing, envious, excited... even a large number of the elderly and middle-aged people stood up from their seats, looking excitedly at the sword god ring on Ye Wuchen's hand, with respect and fanatic expressions. For most young people, the sword god is just a mythical existence, sounding illusory, but for them, the weight of the word "Sword God" is too heavy. It was their pillar, faith, and even the pillar and faith of the entire Tianlong Kingdom.

At this time, Long Yin, above millions of people, also stood up, with ecstasy and respect on his face. Then he shouted: "I never expected that Wuchen was actually a disciple of Senior Sword God, and the one who could get the Ring of the Sword God will be the only successor of Senior Sword God. The successor of Senior Sword God finally appeared, and he was the son of the Ye family in Tianlong City. It can be seen that Senior Sword God has never forgotten us. It is really gratifying, gratifying! Hahahaha!"

Long Yin laughed loudly, which also infected others. Yes, the Sword God did not forget them, and chose the son of the Ye family as his disciple. This means that the next Sword God will definitely serve the Tianlong Kingdom for life like Feng Chaoyang of the Great Wind Kingdom, becoming the guardian god of the Tianlong Kingdom. At this time, their eyes at Ye Wuchen had undergone earth-shaking changes. Because he is the successor of the Sword God and the next Sword God!

"Wuchen, I believe that your future achievements will surpass your respected teacher!" Long Yin said heavily.

Is there any higher evaluation than this in surpassing the Sword God? But based on Ye Wuchen's previous performance, no one thought that this evaluation was too much, and even the Lin family, whose face was getting bluer, subconsciously agreed.

"The emperor praised it." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.

"Haha, so that's it. The respected teacher has already entered the Shinto. It seems that not only his sword, but even his piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have entered the Shinto we cannot imagine. No wonder, no wonder." The old man stroked his gray beard and continued: "Young man, old man, I have made a request, can I give this "Lotus of the Tyre" to me, the old man? I will remove all the vulgar works on the wall at that time, and leave only this one, and I will savor three-moment every day to understand the true painting."

Ye Wuchen was helpless in secret. This painting had no so-called "shendao" at all, but it was just extremely cleverly leveraging some physical principles. Moreover, the water marks have dried up and the painting has been formed, so it can only be said to be a good painting, and it cannot be repeated for a short period of stunning time. Moreover, he has his own purpose in painting this painting.

He said respectfully: "Senior, this painting has its own meaning, but it is not suitable for it. If the seniors do not dislike it, the younger generation will come to the door to paint three paintings for the seniors in person. Please don't be surprised by it."

"This is true? OK, OK!" The old man nodded happily, then thought about it and laughed: "Hahahaha, so that's it. I was so excited when I saw this god. I forgot the original intention of the lotus flower. I was laughing at this moment."

His reminder made everyone realize it, and the lotus flowers mean a pair of lovers who are ignorant and depend on each other. He said that this painting already has a master... Does he already have a heart? Thinking of this, many unmarried women couldn't help but feel sad. Appearance, temperament, life experience, martial arts, talent, and teacher are all out of reach for others, and they can't find any flaws perfectly. Such a strange man will never meet a second person in his life. What kind of woman is fortunate to be worthy of him.

"Chen'er, don't call him senior, he is your grandfather!"

It was naturally Wang Wenshu who made the shouting. At this time, she was already smiling from ear to ear. In the eyes of her mother, her children were always the best. But because her son was too unsatisfied before, she would feel dull and a deep sense of frustration when she mentioned her children in front of outsiders. Today, Ye Wuchen's amazing performance made her heart unspeakable. At this time, she truly felt the pride of being a mother, because her son is so outstanding, like a shining pearl, becoming the dazzling focus and suppressing the light of all her peers.

The old man was her father, the imperial teacher Wang Bo. Seeing that one of them, one of them, one of them, one of them, one of them, the other was "young man" and the other was "old senior", I felt so amused and finally couldn't help but shout it out.

"Uh?" Ye Wuchen's expression froze, and he looked surprised.

"Hahahaha!" Wang Bo burst into laughter and stroked his long beard and said, "Chen'er, grandpa lost all his memory after hearing that you were rescued by the Sword God. Now he is still unwilling to truly recognize your relatives. This is also human nature. I will not force you to call me, grandpa, but you promised to paint three paintings for me. You must not regret this matter!"

"Well, I will never break my promise!" Ye Wuchen responded with a smile.

Wang Bo has rarely seen Ye Wuchen in these years. When he occasionally goes to the Ye family, he will only visit him with a few words of feelings. When he leaves, he will shook his head secretly and be extremely disappointed. Now, he saw a dragon that has soared into the sky. Things are impermanent. In his opinion, this sentence is vividly reflected in this grandson.

Some people who have been confused suddenly realized at this moment. No wonder the name between these two people is so weird, it turns out that it is like this.

"Okay! Grandpa is relieved now. Chen'er, I don't know which lady you want to give to this "Lotus with the Round"?" Wang Bo said with a smile. He asked this question in public not out of presumption, but that he knew that since Ye Wuchen was painting in public and did not say in obscurely that the painting already belonged, it must be that he wanted to give this painting to someone on the spot. His words just happened to go with the flow.

One sentence made some princesses suddenly become restless, and they grabbed the corner of their clothes nervously. Their eyes looked forward as if a stream of light flashed, looking at them, eager to see a huge surprise falling from the sky.

Ye Wuchen did not answer, and walked to the painting board, carefully rolled up the "Lotus with Tails" into a thin scroll, covering up the once exaggerated and amazed charm. Then he picked up the wine bag that Hua Zhentian threw to him and said loudly: "If you don't have the wine of Senior Hua today, this painting would not be completed. Therefore, this painting can be said to be made by me and Senior Hua, so it should be natural to give this painting to Senior Hua..."

A large group of people were stunned, and some of them almost vomited blood on the spot... They drew a lotus and ended up giving it to the big men who were big and thick, this...

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