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Antique Street, Painting Shop.

The interior of the store was vast. The walls were filled with calligraphy and paintings, and they were quiet and concentrated. The fragrance of tea wafted in the air.

"I must thank the two old masters for their gifts this time."

Zhang Yang sipped a mouthful of tea. With a happy expression, he took the initiative to speak. On the table by the side, there was an opened briefcase, inside it were two full blades of Dragon Xuan Paper.

Every single Dragon Xuan Paper was drawing paper with a standard size of 5438 centimeters, which was almost half the size of the last time he had it.

However, to Zhang Yang's surprise, the two Dragon Xuan Paper were not Old Man Liang's. Instead, it was another old man who had a strange name, "Tao Mo".

"Master, you are too polite."

The one who spoke was someone from Tao Mo. Although this old man was in his sixties, he was still lively and energetic. His tone was very humble and his attitude was very low, "Being able to see master's inscription is a blessing of three lives for this old man."

Pausing, he continued fervently, "A war letter, iron and silver, like a flood dragon going out to sea … This is what this old one has seen and seen in his life! "

Tao Mo Ren praised him wholeheartedly for a long time, but it was not because he was wearing a high hat. Instead, it was admiration from the bottom of his heart. Old Master Liang, who was beside him, also interjected.

"Master Zhang, to be honest, that picture of a soldier descending the city was written by my old friend. When he saw the war letter written by you, he read it for seven days straight and refused to leave no matter what. He must personally pay a visit."

"Cough, cough!" Zhang Yang was a bit embarrassed. After being exaggerated by the two old men, even though he was thick-skinned, he still couldn't help but feel hot, "Please don't be so polite, two old men. I am ashamed of my actions!"

"Hmph, you know you deserve it."

The little girl who was pouring tea beside him mumbled in dissatisfaction. Ever since the three of them entered, the two elders had been praising Zhang Yang endlessly. Since then, she could only act as a tea servant and didn't even have the right to talk.

"Little girl, you can't be unreasonable to master." Old Man Liang's expression sank, "Master Liang is being modest. If you can learn even a little bit, then I won't have to worry about you anymore."

"Grandfather!" The little girl pouted and almost cried. "He only wrote better. Grandpa, I'm not used to hearing you and Grandpa Tao call each other master!"

"Nonsense. How could a little girl like you understand a master's concept …"

Old man Liang was about to reprimand him, but Zhang Yang immediately stopped him, and laughed, "Hehe, this lady is right. Old man Liang was about to reprimand him, but Zhang Yang immediately stopped him, and laughed," Hehe, young lady, you're right.

Hearing this, the little girl on the side angrily rolled her eyes. Previously, she was already dissatisfied with the two old men's respectful expressions and praising tone. Now that Zhang Yang said this, the little girl really wanted to jump over and bite him.

What do you mean, all the research has been done?

His grandfather, Liang Hongzhi, was a famous calligrapher in the country!

Tao Mo Man is one of the top master painters in the country!

You are way too arrogant, alright!

Just now when Old Man Liang was introducing the people of Tao Mo, the young lady could clearly see that Zhang Yang was completely indifferent. No, it wasn't indifference. He was simply ignorant and ill-informed!

At this time, the old man from Tao Mo Ren asked Zhang Yang for guidance with a serious expression.

"I would like to ask Master Zhang, have you reached the legendary realm of the dream of marrow?"

"Dream of the Marrow?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and quickly recovered. He calmly said, "Could it be that the old man has feelings for me?"

"More than nostalgia."

Tao Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Ever since I saw Master's' Battle Letter ', I was unable to sleep or sleep. I ate until my bones turned into a dream. Those lines of golden lance killing intent were able to form a' Battle 'character in my mind!"

Hearing that, Zhang Yang was truly moved.

It was undeniable that when he wrote the inscription last time, he had fused his mind into it, and had even unintentionally used the magic prints on his body to strike the weak Star Power. Those who knew calligraphy would be able to feel the killing intent within, and that was a very normal performance.

However, to be able to gather the word 'battle' in his dreams … This could no longer be called appraising or appraising. Without exaggerating, he had already entered the ranks of cultivators.

Just like his Devil Pattern Continent cultivation technique, he was already able to visualize it. However, Tao Mo Ren was able to think of a battle symbol from his own battle character encyclopedia!

Zhang Yang slightly squinted his eyes. His pitch-black pupils flickered rapidly as he opened his forbidden eye. His gaze towards the Taurus had already changed.

As expected, the Taurians not only had veins, they were even in a state of semi-activation.

Zhang Yang thought about it for a while and immediately felt relieved.

This kind of situation was very rare, but it did not exist. In the past, he had a detailed understanding of the history of this world. There were many literati in the past who were not inferior to cultivators in their comprehension of the Dao.

For example, the super expert who dared to call the people of this world his father was a philosopher, as well as that Sage Kong. He had even founded a Confucian school of thought, where he was a true scholar, and there were countless similar situations.

It was obvious that even though this Old Master Tao wasn't a cultivator, he had immersed himself in the art of calligraphy for many years and was already able to see part of it as' true 'to a certain degree.

It was true! The essence!

As for the magic prints, they were the starting point of the essence.

Thinking about this, Zhang Yang suddenly became interested. Of course, he wouldn't deliberately raise anything, not conservative, but in this kind of situation, he could only comprehend it himself. If he said it, it would only increase the pressure and force him into a corner.

"Grandmaster …"

Seeing Zhang Yang furrow his brows and ponder, the people of Taurus became a little nervous. After all, asking others for their privacy was a bit rash.

"Hur hur." Zhang Yang smiled, withdrew his gaze and said, "The Old Master is right, I have indeed reached the realm of the dream!"

It was one thing to guess, and Zhang Yang admitted it himself. The two old men were still in shock as they looked at each other. Suddenly, Tao Mo stood up, bowed slightly and said in a very pious tone.

"It is my fortune to be able to meet a legendary Master of the Bone Marrow Dream Realm. Master, I have a request, I hope you can agree to it."

"Old Master, you've really troubled me. Speak, if there's anything you need, as long as it's something that I can do, I'm duty-bound to do it!"

Zhang Yang quickly helped the old man up as he smiled bitterly in his heart. In fact, he was not used to this kind of etiquette.

"Request!" The Tauren opened their mouths, and when they did, it was clear that they were nervous, and even more so expectant.

"Good!" "No problem!"

Zhang Yang let out a sigh of relief and agreed. If it was just asking for words, it would be too child's play. He was afraid that the other party would say something like 'apprentice' just now.

"Thank you master, thank you master!"

Tao Mo didn't expect Zhang Yang to be this happy. Like an old kid, his face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, and Old Man Liang's eyes were also shining. To be able to see Zhang Yang's brush again, it was definitely a fortuitous opportunity.

By this time, the Taurans had already taken a scroll from a suitcase on the table and were unfolding it on the table.

"Master, please guide me!"

This was a close-up of a character!

It was not an antique, but a modern figure. A woman wearing a long white dress was standing on the stone bridge with a smile on her face like a flower. Her vision was of a hazy little village with the swallows under the eaves chirping as they waited for their food.

This painting was filled with a strong sense of being from the countryside. It was full of artistic conception, and everything was so vivid.

"To tell you the truth, Master, this painting was created ten years ago and is also the work of this old man. Over the past ten years, I have raised the brush countless times, but every time it landed, I couldn't help but stop.

Old Man Tao's tone was slightly heavy, mixed with an indescribable complexity.

"The person in this painting …" Zhang Yang observed carefully and then asked.

"Hur hur." A trace of reminiscence flashed across his face, "Master has good eyesight indeed. This is how my wife looked when she was young. Ten years ago, she had already left!"

Zhang Yang was deeply moved. He immediately said apologetically, "I have the question now, do you have a pen and ink?"

"Yes, yes."

This time, it was Old Master Liang who answered, his eyes shining brightly. He quickly took out a pen and an inkstone and passed it to the man from Tao Mo, asking him to personally grind it.

Zhang Yang already had a rough idea of what was going on.

In Zhang Yang's opinion, it was indeed a good painting. However, if his guess was correct, then for the past ten years, the old man had been immersed in his thoughts about his wife, unable to extricate himself from them.

This wasn't a good phenomenon. If the lordmaster didn't come out, not only would he become ill, he might even go berserk.

However, since they met, Zhang Yang definitely wouldn't stand next to him.

To the Devil Pattern Master, whether it was calligraphy, painting, or sculpting, even if they were to just draw a few lines, as long as they were to merge with their mental state, everyone would be able to comprehend those calligraphy.

He picked up his brush, lit up his ink, and was about to put it down when he suddenly stopped and looked directly at Old Man Tao as he spoke.

"Does the old man have his own thoughts or words?"

"No, please do not worry about the inscriptions, master!"

Zhang Yang nodded. Without any hesitation, he started writing.

"Flowers bloom and smoke, people go to the empty tower, ask me why I haven't seen the future, and why I wish to meet with you in the future …"

"Night has no sleep, and day has yet to come. There is no way to find her. Remembering her past is like wandering the world by the banks of a green river. A light breeze caresses my face, and I look forward to meeting you …"

"Lonely heart, one side is separated by the heavens, the sky is not old, the heart cannot be extinguished. A hundred years of life and reincarnation have appeared, and in this life, we will parted from each other with sorrow …"

"We have no choice!" He had no choice but to leave! "We have no choice but to leave!"

Finally, the last three consecutive 'If you don't want to return, then leave', signed, Zhang Yang!

There were only a hundred words, Zhang Yang had written them!

The surroundings were completely silent. The two old men stared blankly with wide eyes. Even the little girl had a hint of surprise in her eyes.

This time, Zhang Yang's calligraphy was not made of silver hook metal. Instead, it was round and gentle, but it was still very beautiful. The more adept one was, the more one could tell what realm it was in.

"Good!" Good! "Alright!"

Old Man Tao's words were repeated three times in a row. His old eyes were even slightly red, but he was still extremely happy. "It's a good thing that one doesn't return. A good thing that one doesn't!"

"Ai!" Old Liang shook his head. He had known Tao Mo for many years, how could he not know what he was thinking? In addition to feeling sad, he was also happy for his old friend.

"Old Tao, you can be at ease now. This' Return and Post 'is enough to fulfill your wish."

"Return to Post" was also born in the right place, and it even had a different rhythm. Compared to the "Battle Tile", it was difficult to compare the two. Although it was created by a single person, the artistic conception of the style was greatly different.

"That's right. A ten-year wish has arrived."

Old Master Tao stood up and bowed deeply towards Zhang Yang once again, "Thank you Master Zhang for this' Return and Post '. This old man has no regrets in this life and will not regret anything in this life!"

When he stood up, his eyes were filled with tears.0

Zhang Yang smiled faintly and accepted the bow calmly.

"Two old masters, it's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. Let's spar again in the future when there's a chance."

"Then I won't be delaying Master Zhang anymore."

The two old men didn't ask for him to stay, nor were they dissatisfied. They respectfully saw him to the door until Zhang Yang's back completely disappeared. Only then did they impatiently return to the shop.

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