"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Mr. Zhou reached out and stroked the words. "I will die with no regrets!"
"It won't happen." Zhang Yange said funny.
Mr. Zhou closed the copy and solemnly handed it to Zhou Qingyun.
"Put away this writing."
Zhou Qingyun understood what her father meant, and Zhang Yange laughed when she saw this scene. The old man did not lose his mind because of a word.
"When it's my father's birthday, you give him a pair of rubbings."
"Okay." Zhou Qingyun smiled.
"Let's go, don't disturb your sister and Mr. Zhang here." Mr. Zhou said to his three sons.
After they left, Zhang Yange took out the painting.
"This painting is a magic weapon. It is a world of its own. I accidentally punched it and broke it into pieces." Zhang Yange did not hide anything from Zhou Qingyun.
When she saw the painting, she was still surprised.
"Is this the White Deer Picture from White Deer Academy?"
She has loved painting since she was a child, so she naturally recognized this famous painting.
This was the founding of Bailu Academy a hundred years ago. Zhang Bailu invited the painting sage at that time to paint at Bailu Academy.
The layout of Bailu Academy is very particular, and it looks like a deer from a distance.
"Yeah." Zhang Yange nodded.
Zhou Qingyun didn't ask any more questions, she looked at the painting carefully.
"There is a scar here!" She could see it easily. "Because of this wound, he is dying."
Zhang Yange opened his eyes wide after listening.
Of course he could tell that the girl was not lying this week.
Zhang Yange was directly out of his body. He followed Miss Zhou's instructions and felt it carefully.
really!
The spiritual energy there is fragmented, and it seems that the problem lies here.
After a while, Zhang Yange opened his eyes, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you very much."
"I'll be very happy if I can help you." Zhou Qingyun said seriously.
"Miss Zhou is very talented in spiritual practice. It is not impossible to enter Taoism through painting." Zhang Yange couldn't help but said, "I gave the girl the sword skills in the words, which can temper the soul.
If a girl wants to practice, she can meditate more."
"Well, I understand." Zhou Qingyun nodded.
Zhang Yange took the painting and turned around and left.
After taking the painting back, Zhang Yange found that he could not repair the painting now. Because his cultivation level from the Second Thunder Tribulation was not enough to repair the painting.
He was not in a hurry, and while practicing, he carefully studied the painting. During this time, he found that studying the painting also helped him polish his soul invisibly.
And Mr. Zhou is now the brightest boy in the entire White Deer Academy!
Because his daughter has a piece of everyone's work.
Zhou Qingyun didn't wait for Mr. Zhou's birthday before getting him a copy.
During this period, the number of people visiting Mr. Zhou increased day by day.
Even Zhang, the old master of the academy, came here in person, and this picture says he is Zhang Bailu's grandson. He is very famous throughout Jiangnan, but in recent years he has stopped caring about the secular affairs of Bailu Academy.
Zhang said that he came to visit Mr. Zhou, which was really a matter of honor for Zhou Zheng.
This time it was a bit more grand than when I received Zhang Yange.
"I really shouldn't have taken the liberty to come here." Zhang said that he was already in his seventies or eighties, but he had a youthful face, bright ears and eyes, and he didn't look like an old man at all.
"It really makes this humble house shine with your presence." Zhou Zheng and his family saluted together. Zhou Jie was among them...
Zhang said that when he saw Zhou Qingyun, his eyes lit up.
"This girl has spiritual energy."
With this sentence, Zhou Qingyun will never be called an old girl again. She is worthy of all the famous families in Jiangnan.
Zhou Zheng saluted gratefully.
"Old sir, where am I?" Zhou Jie asked carelessly.
Because this old man is here, I have to ask for leave again.
Every time I ask for leave, I will be severely drilled by the master.
So he was very unhappy.
"Hahaha, you're not bad either." Zhang Shuo said with a smile.
Zhou Zheng scolded Zhou Jie and quickly welcomed Zhang Shuo home.
After some pleasantries, Zhang Shuo got straight to the point.
"Has Zhou Jijiu participated in the Jiangnan Literary Society?"
"Of course I have participated in it. This is a grand gathering for Jiangnan students. When I was a junior student, I won the economic debate against three people.
Every time our students from White Deer Academy are able to outperform all other academies in the end."
"Do you know the qualifications to participate in this Jiangnan Literary Society?" Zhang Shuo asked with a wry smile.
"Academies that can participate in the Jiangnan Literary Society must have a magic weapon to suppress luck." Zhang Shuo said with a sigh.
"Our White Deer Picture?" Zhou Zheng had naturally heard of the White Deer Picture.
I used to think this was a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true.
"The picture of the white deer disappeared a few days ago. My ancestor told me in a dream that he gave the picture to a friend." Zhang Shuo said with a wry smile. He was very dissatisfied with Zhang Bailu in his words.
Zhou Qingyun, who was serving him tea, couldn't help shaking her hands when she heard this.
Zhang said looking at her thoughtfully.
"I want to borrow the girl's copybook written by everyone to see if it can suppress luck." Zhang said, standing up and saluting.
Zhou Qingyun quickly helped him up.
Zhou Zheng also quickly got up.
"I've seen the rubbings of that calligraphy..."
Zhou Zheng did not speak and looked at his daughter.
"Okay." Zhou Qingyun agreed immediately.
Zhang said with a smile, "I would like to thank the girl on behalf of the students of White Deer Academy."
She took out Zhang Yange's calligraphy, and Zhang said that after opening it, she read it carefully.
He sighed helplessly, "It's God's will."
He closed the calligraphy and handed it to Zhou Qingyun.
"This calligraphy is very good, but I have searched all the history books for the allusion in that poem, but I can't find the source. I was lucky and thought that this calligraphy could be used as a magical weapon, but now it seems that I was just wishful thinking."
Zhang Yue sat down somewhat dejectedly.
"Then why don't you ask Mr. Zhang to write one? Don't you still have the sword energy post?"
"That Sword Qi Tie should be Zhang's early work, and it's not very interesting.
My ancestor told me in his dream not to disturb Mr. Zhang.
Besides, after reading today’s original post, I’m still a little short of suppressing my luck.” Zhang said with a long sigh.
"Did Mr. Zhang destroy that painting?" Zhou Zheng immediately regretted it after saying it.
"Have you seen that painting before?" Zhang Shuo asked.
Zhou Qingyun nodded, Zhang said and then asked, "Zhang, do you want to repair that painting?"
It’s too late, Zhang’s cultivation is still not enough to repair that painting.”
Zhang said that the borrowed characters were false from the beginning.
Zhang Bailu told him that Zhang Yange should be able to repair the painting. Zhang said that he thought his grandfather might have painted it over by Lao Hu. How could the White Deer painting be so easy to repair?
However, he still had some illusions.
He had read the Sword Qi Post, and Zhang Yange's cultivation at that time was not enough to repair the White Deer Picture.