Chapter 55 Zhou Yuan's calligraphy and painting

The sixth-class fantasy is between real and illusory, which seems to be true or false, which makes it difficult to distinguish. In the face of the trauma caused by the previous war, most people have chosen to leave. After all, few people can communicate at ease under such circumstances, and it is better to leave.

The ghost city is a space fantasy that covers an area of hundreds of mu. There are mountains, trees, water and scenery, but in any case, it lacks such aura. This is the biggest difference between the fantasy space and the real world. Looking at the collapsed building behind him, Wu and the two walked silently to the lawn without any conversation. At this time, a breeze flashed, and an old man with white beard appeared with them and stood in front of the aisle to stop Wu and the two.

"Two Taoist friends, I hope you can forgive me for today's matter. I don't know what I said before can be counted now. I also hope that the Taoist friends will move to the city's main house." The old man with white beard is the previous Tianzong protector, but now the old man in white has changed into a protective robe and should put on a home robe. He looks very kind and kind.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, then there will be Lao Taoist friends." Since the other party has invited him to his door, Pu Shan will naturally not refute the old man's face.

Although I know that the key to entertaining the old man with white beard is still the bottle of Tianyang and water, if you turn the old man with white beard into his friend with small profits, you may be able to get more benefits. As for the plot, it is even more impossible. Judging from the talent cultivation shown by the two of them, as long as the brain is not He has been struck by thunder, and he will definitely not do anything to murder himself.

"Come on, this little friend!" The old man with white beard looked very enthusiastic and immediately took Wu and the two of them to the city master's mansion.

"Brother?" Wu couldn't help but pass the voice to Pu Shan when he looked at the white bearded old man walking in front of him.

"Don't worry, it's okay. This person is the guardian of Tianzong in the ghost city. It is impossible to be in this position without a little character. Maybe we will have something to ask him for help in the future! If you can make friends, you have to make friends." As a secret method that can be used by middle-level monks, they both understand each other and immediately reply to Pu Shan when they hear Wu's atrod inquiry.

"Well, I didn't say anything!" Since Pu Shan said something, Wu Fu didn't want to be the little man who regarded the belly of the villain with the heart of a gentleman. He took out a pot of red bone wine from the storage wrench and drank it freely. Although Wu A and Pu Shan stood far away in the war just now, the aftermath of the war really cost Wu Ai a lot, especially after Pu Shan put away the barrier. The aftermath of the battle needs to be carried by Wu Kui himself. Of course, drinking is more important than supply.

"You boy!" He patted Wu's right hand and wanted to grab the wine pot, but Wu's skills were much more flexible than Pu Shan's. Pu Shan said very unhappy that he couldn't grab the wine pot.

For what the two boy behind him did, the old man with white beard did not look back but has taken all this in his heart. He is somewhat envious of the vitality of young people now. Originally, the old man Baixu thought that Pu Shan should be the reincarnation of a big man, but judging from Pu Shan's lively and active personality, it gave up this idea.

The old man may not know much about the way of rebirth and the way of the universe, but his understanding of the way of faith is enough to be proud of many people. Lei Xian's nine steps to the sky is definitely not empty words.

Besides, this matter is not a big deal. Today, there is nothing to say because of that war. If Wu's practice is delayed for this, it will not be good. As a guardian of the ghost market, Pu Shan believes that Yang Yun should have some ways.

"So that's it, but it's smashed. However, the old man may be able to help. The old man has no preference, that is, he likes to collect some Jinshi Wenkai. I wonder if the two friends are willing to have a look? While getting rid of money, fame and fortune, most monks will more or less devote their attention to other places. Calligraphy and painting gold and stone are undoubtedly the best place to go.

"How can this be? That's all a collection of conservation methods. How can my brothers be like this!" Pu Shan also collected a lot of gold and stone calligraphy and paintings, but most of them are ordinary, which are not suitable for Wu Ao to visualise.

"Taoist friends are polite. Take the baby home and show them to others. I have two Zhou Yuan's calligraphy and paintings, which must be very suitable for observation. I'll take them out and give them to my friends later!" Looking at Pu Shan's expression, Yang Yun knew that he met a knowledgeable person today and did not dare to hide his favorite two calligraphy and paintings. He must let Pu Shan grow his eyes later.

"Zhou Yuan, but the eldest son of the Hundreds of Zhou families? This person's calligraphy and painting is sky-high, and it's difficult to do it without any relationship!" Hearing Yang Yuan say that there is Zhou Yuan's calligraphy and painting, Pu Shan immediately became excited. Among the top ten practice schools, hundreds of schools are not strong, but they are the best in the world with calligraphy and painting, especially the little star Zhou Yuan's calligraphy and painting. Each stroke contains endless mysteries and among them. Many monks who love calligraphy and painting are willing to get Zhou Yuan's calligraphy and painting. Pay a huge price.

Seeing the two people immersed in his discussion beside him, Wu shrugged his shoulders helplessly and followed him all the way, constantly deduceing the Starview in his mind...