There is no comeback or challenge. People like Zhen Youqian know Wu Chong's background better than anyone else.
After a brief moment of anger, they quickly gave up.
He took the initiative to provide most of the profits to Wu Chong, and also punished a series of officials who offended Wu Chong's subordinates. Zhen Youqian himself even led a few core members to kneel outside Wu Chong's door all night. Until the third day.
The next day, Wu Chong accepted their filial piety and felt relieved.
This is the change brought about by strength.
Wu Chong could lift the table, but they couldn't.
Because there is only one life.
The fish will die, but the net will not be broken. Even if they fight to the death, they may not be able to hurt a finger of Wu Chong. So the choice has been decided from the beginning.
study.
Wu Chong walked to the window and pushed it open.
After Fei San was dealt with, the batch of secret books that had been impounded was delivered to him, and several large boxes full of them were piled outside. He didn't look at it for the time being, believing that Zhen Youqian and others would not dare to deal with such a trivial matter.
The above fooled him.
It's already dark outside.
The rooster began to crow, and the wild dog barked inside the box.
The vendors who got up early began to order tofu, and some people who were struggling to make ends meet started their busy day.
"Boss, how do you sell this cabbage?"
"Chenghui Sanwen."
The hawker had a smile on his face and was negotiating the price with the grocery shopping lady. Farther away, the old man frying fried dough sticks put the noodles he had mixed in his hands into the oil pan, and the aroma was wafting out. The apprentice behind him once again missed the lesson he had learned.
Opportunity, I am beating my chest. Little people have their own way of life. Even if it is the skill of frying fried dough sticks, they have to learn from the master.
A smile appeared on Wu Chong's lips.
He remembered that before he traveled to this world, his grandfather once worked as an apprentice at a breakfast shop. He learned the art of deep-fried dough sticks for seven years but still failed to learn the essence. The taste of the fried dough sticks was always slightly worse than that of the old master, and he didn't know whether it was a difference or not.
Which process.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Wu Chong's thoughts wandered far away.
It had been a long time since he stopped to observe the life around him like this, and he didn't know when he started to live less and less like a human being.
"When I attain Daluo enlightenment, I will find a quiet place and live a good life."
After attaining Daluo enlightenment, no one should be able to harm him, and his safety is finally guaranteed.
Time passed by, and two months passed in a flash.
"Sir, there is a Taoist priest outside who wants to visit you. He has a royal badge in his hand. We dare not refuse." Dai Yong walked in from outside, holding a greeting card in his hand.
"After enduring it for so long, you finally took action?" Wu Chong glanced at the greeting card sent in by Dai Yong, and then opened it casually.
"The twenty-seventh generation of Tianshu Sect advocated Zhengchao and asked for an audience."
When he first came to Jianghuaicheng to take office, he encountered an assassination attempt.
At that time, Wu Chong thought that there would be a series of calculations and targets after arriving in Jianghuaicheng. Unexpectedly, it was just a test, and there was no movement after that. Jianghuaicheng had not heard of any forces related to the royal family, except for Zhen Youqian.
Apart from a group of local snakes, there is no other force.
Even the four major Xiantian families have only one stronghold here. This Jianghuai City is like a forgotten place.
"Bring people in."
Wu Chong threw the invitation aside.
Leaving the confines of the Ling family, you will gradually come into contact with some things. Otherwise, if you stay in the Jiangnan boundary, everything you come into contact with is directed towards the Ling family. This will not be of great benefit to his path of eroding the entire world.
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"yes."
Dai Yong responded and went to the door to pick him up.
After a while, I watched him lead a Taoist priest to the main hall.
"Zhang Zhengchao, a poor man, has met the Governor-General."
After the Taoist entered the door, he saw Wu Chong sitting in the main seat and immediately bowed and saluted. There was no mistake in etiquette. It seemed that he had inquired about his habits before coming here.
"Are you representing the royal family or yourself?"
"Represent yourself." Zhang Zhengchao said seriously.
"oh?"
Wu Chong was a little surprised.
"What do you want from me?"
"I would like to invite you to join our Heavenly Book Sect."
Taoist Zhang Zhengchao stood up straight, looked directly at Wu Chong, and said his purpose of coming without any concealment. He had studied Master Wu before coming here and knew his character.
Wu Chong liked this kind of straightforward conversation. If this person was beating around the bush, he would kick the person out within three sentences. But now that the other person said this, he became interested.
"If I don't serve as a good official in the imperial court, why would I become a Taoist priest with you?"
"You don't need to become a monk, you just need to have a name." As he spoke, Zhang Zhengchao took out a scroll from behind and unfolded it.
"Your Excellency is born to be a member of our Heavenly Master Way. I have specially collected your works in the past two years."
While speaking, the Taoist unfolded the scroll in his hand.
Lonely lantern fishing night.
It is a painting painted by Wu Chong a year ago.
At that time, it was sold for a high price of three thousand taels of silver. Unexpectedly, it ended up in the hands of this Taoist priest.
The moment the scroll was unfolded, everyone in the room heard the sound of water and the intermittent sound of the piano. The fishing boat on the scroll seemed to come alive, swaying on the lake, and the lights on the boat rippled with the fluctuations of the water.
A feeling of loneliness and loneliness.
"This is indeed my painting."
Wu Chong was unmoved. He had painted many similar paintings over the years.
Naturally, it is impossible to follow the other party just because the other party comes up with his own words. The real thing is to see if the Taoist priest can come up with something useful.
"This is a painting by Pindao's seventh-generation ancestor. Please take a look at it."
As if he had guessed what Wu Chong was thinking, the Taoist once again took out a picture scroll from his back.
Slowly unfold it in front of Wu Chong.
This painting appears to be older than Wu Chong's painting. The corners of the scroll are somewhat faded, and the paper at the corners is somewhat yellowed due to smoke.
Just like this old painting, it suddenly became different after the scroll was unfolded. Dead silence and a breath of despair came to my face. This is a painting of gods and Buddhas, and nearly three-quarters of the area in the painting is covered in black.
Occupied. It was obviously just ordinary black, but when the scroll was unfolded, the darkness inside seemed to have eroded into reality, and even the light in the room dimmed.
Wu Chong narrowed his eyes.
The third realm of calligraphy and painting, ‘God’!
The picture scroll was completely unfolded, and the original darkness seemed to be suddenly dispersed. Except for three-quarters of the darkness in the picture, there was a small temple at the bottom, a dilapidated and ruined temple, with an old man inside and a lamp on the table.
The flames of the remaining lamp illuminated the remaining space. Outside, in the darkness, a huge demon god peered at the ruined temple, daring not to enter.
hiss!!
Dai Yong and others who were watching the painting all took a few steps back, as if they were frightened by the demon in the painting.
"This painting is good."
Wu Chong nodded appreciatively. No matter what the Taoist's purpose was, the painting in front of him was worth a visit to the Heavenly Book Gate.
I originally thought that no one in this world except myself could push the art of calligraphy and painting to the third stage. Now it seems that there are still some capable people in this world, at least the Taoist priest Zhang Zhengchao is one of them.
Under the original rules of the world, pushing the art of calligraphy and painting to this point is enough to prove that the other party is extraordinary.
Wu Chong's family knows his own affairs, and his current state of calligraphy and painting was obtained by chance. If he really followed the rules of this world, he would never be able to achieve his current achievements.
"I accepted it."
Wu Chong waved his hand and sucked the painting into his hand.
I didn’t say I wanted to give it away!
The corners of Zhang Zhengchao's eyes twitched twice. He knew that this gentleman was "informal", but he didn't expect him to be so "informal". Looking at the scroll in his sleeve, Zhang Zhengchao felt a pain in his body.
If the painting doesn't come back, people must be invited.
When he came over, he made sure to invite Wu Chong to join the Tianshu Sect. This involves the inheritance of their Tianshu Sect and the interests of more people.
"In addition to the seventh-generation ancestors of my Heavenly Book Sect, there are six ancestors who are proficient in calligraphy and painting. Have you ever heard of the four realms of calligraphy and painting?"
"Heard something."
"The four realms of calligraphy and painting are the schools created by the thirteenth generation ancestor of my Tianshu Sect."
Having said this, Zhang Zhengchao didn't say anything more. He knew that inviting someone like Wu Chong was too much and that he had to make the real decision himself.