Zhong Yue finished it in one go and lifted the pen up very coherently.

Ye Qilang, who was sitting in the back left, had already frozen before his face was fully revealed. He was of course the pen was teasing Zhong Yue. What was this? The saint Yu Mo, how could he collect so easily? Even a master in the Dharma calligraphy realm must carefully follow the edge of the ink, concentrate his mind and use the tip of the pen to touch the edge of Yu Mo.

If you push the stick to the end, you have to face huge repulsion if you push it, it will be a huge problem even if you raise it.

The sage uses ink, and the ink drops is a thousand pounds!

Just now, several burly men were carrying it with a bronze tripod. Without any repulsion, they slowly carried it in, which was enough to see how the ink was weighed.

Could it be that this silly boy didn't have a single trick to stab the whole thing? The previous action of opening and closing was purely eye-catching? Ye Qilang smacked his chin with a suspicious look on his face.

As for other uninformed spectators, after a brief silence, a burst of exclamations broke out.

"Oh! Success!"

"I'll go! The pen brings the saint ink, and the future is bright!"

The ink tripod is very deep, and the spectators standing behind Zhong Yue naturally cannot see the truth and reality. I don’t know how many saints Zhong Yue has touched Yu Mo. But from Zhong Yue’s actions together, I learned that Zhong Yue has succeeded.

However, the one who saw the most real thing was undoubtedly the blue butler standing beside Zhong Yue. He wiped his eyes again, looking incredible. He looked at the black aura of ink on Zhong Yue's pen, his eyebrows were tightened, and he looked at Zhong Yue with a solemn look.

He had already felt storm in his heart. How could this be possible! This man's brute force is too great. This stroke was clearly completely included in the saint Yu Mo, and he actually raised it up. He was not surprised if the people in the A-font room were in the A-font room, but where is this? This is a D-font room, a group of short and poor people!

Madon! This man is clearly pretending to be a pig and eat a tiger! Although the ink of this tripod is diluted, being able to obtain the remaining ink in such a tripod is enough to show the person's strength, pen and strength.

"Congratulations to the young master, you have successfully obtained the ink, please go to the right."

Zhong Yue stared at the ink rhyme lingering around the tip of the pen, still stunned. This thing was really interesting. It looked like a chemical that was easy to evaporate. Not to mention, if it weren't for the nine powers of gods and humans, and the momentum of transformation, it would be really difficult to lift the pen from this tripod after this breath.

"Yeah." Zhong Yue came back to his senses and smiled slightly. The pen in his hand was about to be posted on the wooden plate beside him. He staggered, and the pen in his hand slid down like a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds. It was inserted straight into the floor. Nearly half of the pen body was sank under the floor.

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows. It seemed that without the blessing of the nine gods and humans, this ink was really hard to lift...

The people behind Zhong Yue were like kindergarten children, stretching their necks one by one, staring at the half pen, and being stunned, with the corners of their mouths twitching.

"Sorry, my hand slipped, it doesn't matter?"

The blue-clothed butler was slightly slapped with his right eyelid, intentionally, absolutely intentionally! Is this a retaliation for his previous rudeness? Although he is a third-class servant of the Zhang family, to put it bluntly, he is still a dog. If he chooses with a talent who is expected to enter the Tao, he will definitely be the one who has been abandoned.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Please, my son, I'll clean up here."

"Thank you then." Zhong Yue smiled awkwardly and walked towards the corridor on the right.

The housekeeper wiped his sweat and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly Zhong Yue's head poked out from the door, and quickly bowed and replied, "Mr.... what else do you have to do?"

"Ask a pity, how to leave?"

The servant sighed and thought Zhong Yue was the kind of person who would be punished for flaws. He smiled reluctantly and said, "Walking along the corridor to the end, someone will pick up the young master."

"Oh, thank you."

"where."

This time, the servant waited for a long time, and when he saw Zhong Yue finally didn't come back, the depressing atmosphere dissipated, and restored his domineering attitude before. He glanced at it, "What do you guys, you guys, have you never seen a master, next!"

The group of people below looked at the dog slave of the Zhang family with contempt and cursed in their hearts: Dogs who bully the weak and fear the strong!

...

...

Zhong Yue walked around the corridor and thought to himself that although he was a copy, it was too frustrating to be a son-in-law. If he wanted to do it, he had to marry a matchmaker. It was a bit like that... He seemed to the two servants in front of him looking at him with confusion, and then said, "Hello, next level."

"You... did you pass the pass from the T-shaped room?"

"Yes, is there any problem?"

The servant in black on the left winked at another servant, and the man immediately ran to the room where Zhong Yue walked out, as if he was going to confirm his identity.

"Oh, young master. Please give me your waist card."

Zhong Yue handed the sign with his name written in Han Li's pen to the servant and asked, "What is this second level of test?"

"This first level of ink is actually a matter of how strong and luck the young masters are. Although this saint Yu Mo has been diluted with rootless water, it is also very desirable. The young master has already had a certain amount of strength, so the second level of the young masters is the talent and spirituality of the young masters."

"Psychic?"

"Yes, everyone knows that my Zhang family ancestor is well-known, his painting skills are unparalleled in the world, and there are few rivals in the world. In this second level, a painting left by the ancestor in Xingsu City will be used as the title. As for the specificity, the young master will follow me later."

Zhong Yue nodded and nodded lightly.

The servant trotted over before, looked at Zhong Yue in a little shocked manner, bowed and nodded to his companions.

"Young Master, come with me."

When Zhong Yue saw the two servants looking submissive, he asked in a joke: "How about your Miss Zhang Family...?"

The two looked at each other and hesitated and replied: "What is the aspect that the young master refers to?"

"Of course it's a look."

Although Zhong Yue was not interested in this son-in-law, he also wanted to know who he looked like. He had so many people queuing up day and night before, and he also foolishly participated in this inexplicable "martial contest to attract brides".

"Our lady is so beautiful that the country is beautiful, the fish falls and geese falls, and the moon is so shameful that the flowers are shy. They are dragons and phoenixes among people."

Zhong Yue carried his hands on his back and said lightly: "This is not how dragons and phoenixes among people are used."

Phoenix, that refers to men. This is a description of a woman who uses the same person as a dragon and a phoenix. Could it be that Miss Zhang or a cute girl?
Chapter completed!