Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 758 Special
Time flies, and it is eight years in a flash.

In eight years, Wu Chong successfully passed the college examination, township examination, general examination and palace examination, and obtained the title of Jinshi.

The achievements that normal scholars need to put in countless hard work and luck to achieve are easily achieved in the hands of Wu Chong, who is a "bad guy".

After gaining fame, Wu Chong was successfully transferred to an official position.After embarking on the path arranged for him by the dead old man, the elder brother and younger sister in the family have changed their attitude towards him, and everyone is proud of him.Even my mother got better because of his changes.

He has become what everyone calls the 'returned prodigal son', and many locals will bring him up as an example when teaching their children.

Such a life can be regarded as success and fame.

Luming County.

In Wenfeng Pavilion on the outskirts, a young man in a Confucian shirt was painting with a brush. The young man looked very ordinary, with a bamboo brush and Tsing Yi, and he looked like a teacher in an academy.But after a closer look, there will be some different feelings, especially those eyes, which give people a feeling of going through the vicissitudes of life.

On the white rice paper, the ink is soaked.

Slowly taking shape under the pens of young people, it outlines a world of ink and wash, with vertical and horizontal landscapes and ethereal artistic conception.

After painting the background, the young man raised his pen again and outlined a figure in front of him.

At the moment when the pen was formed, a trace of strange rhythm appeared on the tip of the pen, and the person on the paper seemed to come alive.

But the young painter continued to outline the world inside the scroll as if he didn't feel it.

Clouds, birds, until the red sun!

call! !

A gust of breeze in the mountains took shape naturally, blowing through the gazebo, lifting the hairband on the young man's head, while birds were singing 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, added a mass of dark clouds to the painting, and drew some light rain.

thunderbolt!

There was thunder in the clear sky, and dark clouds appeared in the world outside the gazebo.

But in an instant, the dark clouds covered the sky, the rain began to fall, and within a few breaths, it turned into a torrential rain, which made the air moist, and the water vapor filled the air, forming a rainstorm. A thin mist of water.

"What the hell kind of weather is this? If it rains, it will rain." The servant guarding the young man in the distance started to look for shelter from the rain cursing.

In the gazebo, the young man picked up the brush and put the brush aside.

"Too harsh."

Wu Chong walked to the edge of the gazebo, took a look at the rain outside, and couldn't help but sighed.

The harshness of this world is far beyond Wu Chong's imagination, and the false Tao can't be 'planted' here at all. The power he has now has evolved along the logic of this world.It is no different from the hermits of this world.

He had thought before that the World Lord of this world would come to him, but now it seems that he was simply thinking too much.This top-level world has already integrated everything, and the world master is the right person. They have long since abandoned their emotions and integrated themselves with the world.In the world, they are the strongest Tao, and the world exists with them.

Wu Chong once had a premonition that breaking into this world would turn him into a 'fat man'. It was not an illusion, but the rules of this world are like this, and the world master who fits the way of heaven will obliterate all unreasonable things.

After coming to this world for so long, Wu Chong gradually understood.

It's just that this kind of 'Tao' is not what he wants at all. He has encountered similar ways in Shimo Great World before, but it is far behind his 'True Immortal Dao'.

The rain comes and goes quickly.

After the dark clouds dissipated, the scorching sun hung high in the sky again, and everything that happened before seemed to be just an illusion.

"Husband, why did you run so far?"

The voice sounded, and Ling Zhujun was seen coming down from the carriage from a distance, and the maid next to her held her arm and led her down.

Wu Dadao finally took a shortcut.

If he was able to become an official outside the city successfully, he would be the leader from the very beginning, and he must have the help of the Ling family inside, otherwise, with just the energy of his dead father, the starting point could be lowered by two levels.

Marrying Mr. Ling Zhu was of great help to Wu Chong. First of all, he found Mr. Dongting.

With the help of Ling Zhujun, the author of the old picture scroll successfully became a teacher of Mr. Dongting, which saved him a lot of detours.

The subsequent imperial examinations and official career arrangements were so smooth, and it was also the benefit of taking shortcuts, otherwise he would have to make it on his own, and now he might still be troubled by some trivial matters, let alone explore the mysterious path of this world .

"Clean."

Put the brush on the pen stand, and carefully hang up the new work.

"You can paint at home, why do you run so far, the outside is not as safe as inside the city"

Ling Zhujun, who walked to the gazebo, saw Wu Chong painting again, and couldn't help saying angrily. Seeing her walking for a long time, Wu Chong also showed a smile on his face.

The adult Ling Zhujun is much more mature than when he was in the academy, with a slender waist, suet-like skin, and deep gullies hidden under the willow-green dress, he is completely different from the tomboy back then.

"Remember to bring more people with you when you come out next time."

Speaking of this, Ling Zhujun's eyes turned cold, and he glanced at Dai Yong, the leader of the guards. In her opinion, these guys must be encouraging the master to come out and hang out again.

She remembered that last time, this guy seemed to want to encourage the master to go to the Goulan to listen to music!

Dai Yong shrunk his neck subconsciously, feeling as if there was an extra pot on his head.

Some black large iron pots.

"it is good."

Wu Chong responded with a smile, and stroked Ling Zhujun's beautiful hair.

It's the same as treating Lian Xing in the fairy world.

Anyway, it's fate.Wu Chong didn't shy away from these things, and he didn't practice some kind of unfeeling Dao. He was too good at Dao, and he needed to cut everything to become a fairy.In this world, he is the 'Second Young Master of the Wu Family', not someone's clone, nor some prop.

"Something happened to my family's business in Hedong, and my father asked me to take care of it."

Looking at the considerate husband, Ling Zhujun sighed and stated his purpose of coming here.

She also wants to stay at home and take care of her husband and children, but some things have to be done by someone.

The world is not as peaceful as it seems.

This world is not as simple as she saw when she was young. She only came into contact with many things after she got married.

The Ling family is not a simple family, but a hidden family of martial arts.

The Patriarch of the Ling family is even a world-renowned swordsman. He is one of the four innate powerhouses who can suppress the power of the world.

"Go, I have everything,"

With the improvement of his status, Wu Chong gradually came into contact with some mysteries of this world.Although Ling Zhujun usually hides well, but in front of him, this kind of concealment can 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, his eyes were in a daze.Ever since they got married, the two had been together less and more apart. With her father getting old, many things began to slowly transfer to her, especially not long ago, when her father told her the biggest secret of the Ling family - Xiantian.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhujun's thoughts turned, and his eyes fell on Dai Yong next to him.

"Take good care of my uncle, and don't let my uncle be spoiled!!"

Dai Yong was stunned when he heard this.What does it mean to spoil my uncle, does he have that ability?He wasn't the one who went to Goulan to listen to the music last time, it was clear that my uncle went in by himself, but when he came back, he was blamed for the blame.

(End of this chapter)