In eight years, Wu Chong successfully passed the college examination, provincial examination, joint examination and palace examination, and obtained the title of Jinshi.
The achievements that normal scholars need to put in countless hard work and luck can be easily achieved in the hands of Wu Chong, a "bad guy".
After gaining fame, Wu Chong was successfully decentralized and became an official. He embarked on the path arranged by the dead old man. The attitude of his eldest brother and younger sister in the family also changed. Everyone was proud of him. Even his mother was also proud of him.
My body has improved a lot.
He became what everyone calls the "prodigal son", and many locals would use him as a role model when teaching their children.
Such a life can be regarded as success and fame.
Luming County.
In the Wenfeng Pavilion in the suburbs, a young man wearing a Confucian shirt is painting with a brush. The young man looks very ordinary. With his bamboo brush and green robe, he looks like a teacher in the academy. But after a closer look, you will feel something different.
Especially those eyes, which give people the feeling of seeing all the vicissitudes of life.
White rice paper, dipped in ink.
Slowly taking shape in the hands of young people, an ink world is outlined, with mountains and rivers crisscrossing the landscape and an ethereal artistic conception.
After finishing the background, the young man raised his pen again and sketched a figure in front.
The moment the pen was put down, a strange rhythm appeared on the tip of the pen, and the person on the paper seemed to come alive.
But the young man who painted seemed to have no feeling and continued to sketch the world in the scroll.
Clouds, birds, until the red sun!
call!!
A breeze in the mountains naturally took shape, blowing through the pavilion and picking up the hairband on the young man's head. Birds were chirping in the distance, and the breath of the mountains seemed to penetrate the paper and blend into the painting.
The young man who was painting suddenly changed his brush strokes and added a group of dark clouds to the painting, and also painted some drizzle.
thunderbolt!
There was thunder in the clear sky, and dark clouds appeared in the world outside the pavilion.
In just a moment, the dark clouds covered the sky, and the rain began to fall. In a few breaths, it turned into a heavy rain, making the air moist. The water vapor filled the air, forming a
A thin layer of water mist.
"What the hell kind of weather is this? It rains when it says it will rain." The servant guarding the young man in the distance cursed and began to look for a shelter from the rain.
In the pavilion, the young man picked up his brush and put it aside.
"Too harsh."
Wu Chong walked to the edge of the pavilion, glanced at the rain outside, and couldn't help but sigh.
The harshness of this world far exceeds Wu Chong's imagination. Delusion cannot be 'planted' here at all. The little power he has now has evolved according to the logic of this world. And the hermit cultivation of this world
There is no difference.
He had previously thought that the World Lord of this world would come to him, but now it seems that he is simply overthinking it. This top-level world has long integrated everything, and the World Lord is the one who is in harmony with the Tao, and they have long since given up on themselves.
Their emotions integrate themselves with the world. In the world, they are the strongest Tao, and the world is where they are.
Wu Chong once had a premonition that he would become a "flower fertilizer" when he entered this world. It was not an illusion, but the rules of this world are like this. The world master who conforms to the way of heaven will destroy all unreasonable things.
After being in this world for so long, Wu Chong has gradually understood it.
It's just that this kind of 'Tao' is not what he wants at all. He has encountered a similar way in the Great World of the First Demon before, but it is really far behind his 'True Immortal Way'.
The rain comes and goes quickly.
After the dark clouds dispersed, the scorching sun hung high in the sky again. Everything that happened before seemed to be just an illusion.
"Husband, why did you run so far?"
The sound rang out, and Ling Zhujun was seen getting off the carriage from a distance. The maid next to her held her arm and guided her down.
Master Wu finally took a shortcut.
If he could successfully serve as an official, he would be the top leader as soon as he started. He must have the help of the Ling family, otherwise with just the little energy of his dead father, the starting point could be reduced by two levels.
Marrying Mr. Ling Zhu was of great help to Wu Chong. First of all, he found Mr. Dong Ting.
The author of the former scroll, with the help of Ling Zhujun, successfully became a disciple of Mr. Dongting, which saved him a lot of detours.
The subsequent imperial examination and official career arrangements were so smooth because of the benefits of taking shortcuts. Otherwise, he would still be worrying about trivial matters if he had just had to do it by himself, let alone explore the mysterious roads in this world.
.
"Pure."
Place the brush on the pen holder and hang the new work carefully.
"I can paint at home, so why go so far? It's not safer outside than in the city."
Ling Zhujun, who walked to the pavilion, saw Wu Chong painting again and couldn't help but exclaimed. Seeing her looking like she had been gone for a long time, Wu Chong also had a smile on his face.
The adult Ling Zhujun is much more mature than when he was in the academy. With his slender waist, suet-like skin, and deep ravines hidden under the willow-green dress, he is completely different from the tomboy he was back then.
"Remember to bring more people with you next time you come out."
Speaking of this, Ling Zhujun's eyes turned cold and she glanced at the guard leader Dai Yong. In her opinion, these guys must have encouraged the master to hang out again.
She remembered that last time, this guy seemed to want to encourage the master to go to Goulan to listen to music!
Dai Yong subconsciously shrank his neck, feeling as if there was an extra pot on his head.
A big black iron pot.
"good."
Wu Chong responded with a smile and stroked Ling Zhujun's hair.
Just like how we treated Lian Xing in the fairy world.
No matter what, it is fate. Wu Chong does not shy away from these things, and he is not cultivating the unfeeling way, but the supreme way. He needs to cut off everything to become an immortal. In this world, he is the 'Second Young Master of the Wu Family',
It's not someone's clone, nor is it some prop.
"Something happened to my family's business in Hedong, and my father asked me to take care of it."
Looking at her considerate husband, Ling Zhujun sighed and stated the purpose of coming here.
She also wants to stay at home to raise her husband and children, but some things have to be done by others.
The world is not as peaceful as it seems.
The world is not as simple as it was when she was young. She only came into contact with many things after she got married.
The Ling family is not a simple aristocratic family, but a hidden martial arts family.
The head of the Ling family is a world-famous swordsman. He wields the Seven Ultimate Sword Qi across the world and is one of the four innate strong men who can suppress the Qi in the world.
"Go, I have everything,"
As his status increased, Wu Chong also gradually came into contact with some of the mysteries of this world. Although Ling Zhujun usually hid very well, in front of him, this kind of hiding could be seen through at a glance.
These mysteries are somewhat special, but they are not what Wu Chong wants.
His attitude made Ling Zhujun feel even more guilty.
"I'll be back soon."
Ling Zhujun looked at her husband with a dazed look in her eyes. Ever since they got married, the two of them had spent less time together and more separation. As her father got older, many things began to slowly transfer to her, especially not long ago, her father told
The biggest secret of her Ling family - innateness.
Thinking of this, Ling Zhujun's thoughts changed and his eyes fell on Dai Yong next to him.
"Take good care of my uncle, and don't bring him down!!"
Dai Yong had a dull look on his face when he heard this. What does it mean to lead an uncle into evil? Does he have that ability? The last time he went to Goulan to listen to music, it was not his intention. It was clearly his uncle who went in by himself, but he still got the blame when he came back.