Honglou, I became Jia Lian?Fortunately, there is a system!

Chapter 228 The Wonderful Experience of the Blackwater Bandit!
Wang Sheng has a very distinctive face, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a wide nose and wide mouth, and looks very lucky at first glance.

However, his figure was thin, which didn't match the shape of his face. Later, the word "blessing" was rarely mentioned to him.

There is another strange thing, that is, this man is obviously only in his late thirties, his temples are already gray, and wrinkles have begun to appear on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, he looks quite old.

In fact, this Wang Sheng has a relationship with Jia Lian. His surname was not Wang, nor was he called Wang Sheng.

His real surname is Zhang, his name is Zhang Damao, and he is from Antai County. Because several legendary warriors fought in Antai County that year, his family of seven included a wife who had just been married for two years and had not had time to give birth. Parents and brothers were all crushed to death by the collapsed houses.

Later, although the government gave compensation, but because of the construction of the Weihuo Huxingjun Temple, the location of his house was just right, so the people of the county government expropriated it.

Lu Dou, the county magistrate of Antai County, did not go too far. Although it was a pile of ruins, Zhang Damao was still "expropriated" at [-]% of the market price of the house.

But this Zhang Damao was spoiled and pampered since he was a child, and grew up to be a lazy bastard. With money in hand, he first adhered to the few filial piety, and spent some money to bury all his family members.

Zhang Damao started a happy life of either whoring or gambling all day long...

But the so-called sitting and eating, there is a "collection" issued by the government. If this big hair is able to live, even if he is a little rough, it is enough for him to settle down in Antai County again.

At that time, there were also many women from good families who suffered disasters in Antai County. With such a sum of money in their hands, it would not be difficult for Zhang Damao to find a stable life.

It's a pity that this Lord never seemed to have such a thought in his mind.

In less than half a year, Zhang Damao squandered the more than one hundred taels of silver put down by the government. When the money bottomed out, he saw that the next day's food money was not available, so he realized that he regretted it.

But it's too late to regret, what can Zhang Damao do?

Then go to the county government to get some money?
Come on, although he is lazy and lazy, he is not really a fool.

Not only was Lu Xianzun from Antai County not implicated in the liquidation after the catastrophe experienced in Antai County, but it is said that he also hugged a thigh that reached straight to the sky, and now his foundation is extremely deep.

He, Zhang Damao, is a powerless, powerless little bastard who has no money now. If he dares to go to the county government to extort money, he will die...

In addition, in the past six months, his debauchery has long been known to the neighbors he used to be familiar with. At first, people thought it was because his family died and his heart was broken.

Later, I found out that this guy was so happy that I couldn't think of leaving every day, so I gradually started to despise him.

With a bad reputation, he will naturally not be able to get along in his hometown county.In the end, he gritted his teeth, and packed up a few last belongings, and left Antai County to start a life of wandering all the way.

To beg along the street, you have to find a place that no one knows.

When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, Zhang Damao was also so ashamed that he felt that he would have no face to face his parents and ancestors after death.

So I came up with the idea of ​​changing the name...

Later, when he was sleeping in a dilapidated mountain temple, he ran into a seriously ill scholar, and Zhang Damao somehow had a sudden kindness.

Maybe it was because of the bag of dry food next to the seriously ill scholar, or maybe it was because of being ashamed for several days in a row, and he didn't even care whether he was infected or not.

In short, Zhang Damao took care of the scholar for three days in the dilapidated mountain temple, until the scholar had no cure and finally died of illness.

During these three days of getting along, Xiucai was very grateful to Zhang Damao, and found that Zhang Damao had also been educated and was a literate person. When he was dying, he begged him to write a last letter for him, and asked him to send it back to his hometown for him.

Xiucai is willing to give Zhang Damao all his remaining money and belongings as a reward...

Zhang Damao also kept his promise, and sent the letter for him in Caoxian County, a relatively prosperous county, spending three liang of silver in the pocket of a scholar who died of illness.

Also keep the promise, take away all the remaining items of the scholar, including the scholar's name "Wang Sheng"!
Zhang Damao... No, after Wang Sheng sent the scholar's last letter, he planned to rest temporarily in Cao County for a day or two, and it was this rest that made him find an unusual item in the scholar's baggage!

A Langhao lower script writing brush suspected to be made of yellow wax stone!
The pen looks like it's been around for a while and should be considered old, but that's about it.

When Wang Sheng saw this thing for the first time, he just planned to wait for some big city in the future, and then use this old writing brush as some money. After all, he knew that most of the antiques and the like could not be sold at a high price in small cities.

Wang Sheng rested in Cao County for a few nights, and lived in a small room of less than 20 square meters in a human-level guest room that was only one level higher than Datong's.

It costs 300 yuan a day for this, and if you want to use hot water, you have to pay extra.

Speaking of which, Wang Sheng was also a talented child when he was a teenager, but his talent was a bit crooked.

When he was eight years old, his parents sent him to a private school for two years, and Wang Sheng was willing to learn the lessons taught by his master.

But after learning this thing, I have a new hobby, that is, I like to draw little people on books, and even draw "animations" that can form a plot by turning the pages without a teacher!
It attracted a lot of students to be amazed and admired him one after another, which satisfied his vanity.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the matter was discovered by the teacher not long after, and the teacher drove out the rat shit that had ruined other students without hesitation.

Now he lives in an inn, and he has no money to go out to have fun, and because he is not familiar with the place, Wang Sheng can only be bored in the room by himself, and when he has nothing to do, he looks up the four treasures of the study left by the scholar.

Long-lost memories flooded his mind, Wang Sheng itched his hands, picked up the yellow wax stone Langhao Xiaokai, and began to draw the comic book on the paper with the Four Treasures of the Study.

Well, let’s draw a story about the flower picker Zhang Sanye stealing fragrance!

It's just that Wang Sheng hasn't practiced for many years, and now his skills are much rusty. Zhang San, the flower picking bee, described the wretched and ugly behavior in his behavior.

But anyway, it's also a game, so let's make the protagonist ugly, as long as the one who gets stolen next is more energetic.

It took a total of half an hour, Zhang San, a flower-picking bee dressed in black, has already appeared on the paper. Two small bags of unknown purpose.

The left and right hands are clasped with a half-foot-long short spear, which looks like a flower-picking thief...

It’s just that Wang Sheng felt exhausted all of a sudden after he finished drawing the protagonist, a bit like the feeling of being completely overdrawn after playing Sanfei for the first time that night.

Just when he put down his pen, rubbed his eyes, and took a sip of the cold boiled water beside him, a strange thing happened!

I saw a gloomy aura that was not eye-catching in the daytime flashed across the painting, and in a second, Zhang San, the flower picking bee in the painting, suddenly became plump.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and the person in the painting actually stepped out of the painting with a single step!

After drinking the cold drink, Bai Kai raised his head, just in time to see this scene, Wang Sheng's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he was dumbfounded:
"You, you you... who are you?"

This time, Wang Sheng didn't care about the fierce exhaustion just now, he casually grabbed the yellow wax stone small script wolf hair, and while he was asking something, his body began to retreat to the door without a trace.

But he didn't expect that the man in black who suddenly appeared suddenly knelt down on one knee facing Wang Sheng, with a respectful and submissive appearance.

This scene shocked Wang Sheng again, this... what does this mean?
At this moment, the yellow wax stone small regular script wolf hair in Wang Sheng's hand suddenly trembled slightly, and a message was sent to Wang Sheng's mind.

Wang Sheng was stunned, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, and then a look of excitement and ecstasy flashed across his face. Fortunately, the people he saw on the way out of Antai County were vicious people, so he stretched out his hand and held him tightly. mouth, did not let his maniacal laughter come out.

That distorted expression was reflected in the dark pupils of "Flower Picking Bee Zhang San" who was kneeling on one knee, making it look particularly weird...

That same night, the biggest rich man in Cao County spread the business of longevity materials all over the country, and even Cao Dayuan, who was exported overseas, was robbed from his family home!
It is said that the thief went back and forth from Cao Yuan's family three times overnight, and stole nearly a thousand taels of silver, and the third trip even targeted the youngest daughter of the Cao family...

Fortunately, Mrs. Cao's favorite pet dog often slept under her bed, and the thieves were broken by the suddenly barking pet dog. Finally, the guards of Cao's family took action to drive away the thieves.

As soon as this incident happened, Cao Yuanwai, who is known as the master and eye-catching in Cao County, was naturally furious, and the government and county government also sent people to search the whole city.

An outsider like Wang Sheng couldn't stay away from the county seat of Cao County for a while. This made Wang Sheng, who had only won nearly a thousand taels of silver but didn't dare to reveal anything, scratched his heart, and couldn't help complaining about his "person in the painting" the flower-picking bee. Zhang San.

"I just asked you to get some money. Why do you have to do your own job? You don't even have the tools to commit crimes. Why are you touching Miss Cao?"

"I just named you Flower Picker Bee, I don't really want you to pick flowers!
Drawing you out cost me 15 days of your master's lifespan. You scrapped yourself just once, and put me in danger of being exposed. What an idiot!
Forget it, there are still five days, you find a place to hide away from me, if you are discovered, you are not allowed to come to my side, go to other places to escape. "

That "Flower Picking Bee Zhang San" heard the words, without any hesitation, turned around and fled out of the window of the inn without any hesitation.

Wang Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief...

It turned out that the yellow wax stone small script Langhao pen left by the scholar who died of illness was once an extremely powerful and unrivaled Taoist tool!

However, as the master's spirit resided in it was worn out by time, most of its miraculous powers were lost. Somehow, it was obtained by a cultivator of the leftist way. He was killed by several knights who suddenly appeared.

Those knights were all warriors, without the posture of cultivating gods, so naturally they couldn't realize the magic of this pen, so they treated it as an ordinary object and disposed of it casually.

After many years of tossing and turning, this small regular script wolf hair brush finally fell into the hands of Wang Sheng, and Wang Sheng was actually a mortal who possessed the posture of cultivating gods but had never started cultivating gods.

I don't know if it's his luck or misfortune, but in short, Wang Sheng, who has the talent to practice gods, got the qualification to use this "magic brush".

But for him who does not have a spiritual cultivation base, every time he uses the "magic brush", he will consume at least fifteen days of life!

And the "person in the painting" summoned by the lowest level of consumption can exist for seven days, and its strength is about the same as that of a martial artist who has just entered the Houtian realm. s reason.

Suspicious Wang Sheng immediately noticed the unequal relationship between the [-]-day lifespan and the [-]-day existence of the "person in the painting", but in the end he was helpless.

If he asked a question, and the "magic pen" said openly and aboveboard, it just wanted to charge an extra day of life as a reward, so what could Wang Sheng do?
Thinking about it carefully, this "magic brush" was sacrificially refined by heretics who cultivated the gods. If it really didn't have to be paid at all, Wang Sheng might not dare to use it on the contrary.

It's just right now...

So Wang Sheng suffocated in the inn for another ten days, and then left Cao County, where the security was gradually relaxed. As for the "Flower Picking Bee Zhang San", he never saw him again.

After that, Wang Sheng came to Shenjing City.Of course he knew that, as the most benevolent place in Daqing, talented people and strangers emerged in endlessly, so it must not be ostentatious.

Therefore, in Shenjing City, Wang Sheng only took action against wealthy households in the central DC area of ​​Beijing before, and the frequency of his actions was also controlled, and the property stolen from each household was less than a thousand taels of silver.

In this way, another half year passed in Wang Sheng's half-restrained chic life. Although he didn't sing every night, he would sing all night almost every other day...

Until one day, Wang Sheng woke up from the bed of a top brand in Yichun Building, and accidentally caught a glimpse of his own face in the bronze mirror.

It was only then that I was shocked to find that my temples were already gray and my wrinkles appeared. People who are less than 30 years old actually look like people who are about to turn [-].

How could this prevent Wang Sheng from panicking. He was less than 30 years old and had never worried about his life span.After all, he has only passed one-third of his life of a hundred years.

But today's sudden glimpse made his heart chill.

This is also the reason why Wang Sheng, the Blackwater Bandit, broke the rules and started attacking the mansions of noble families and nobles in Shenjing City.

He needs to practice mystical techniques, he needs to train god resources, and he needs to step into the realm above the first realm of refining gods as soon as possible, so as to stop the life span from using the "magic brush".

And where is the easiest way to find mystical refining methods and resources?
Naturally, it was the palace of Daqing and the homes of the top dignitaries, but Wang Sheng, who had personally experienced the battle in Antai County, would not have the guts to provoke these bigwigs.

Even the marquis-level dignitaries who suffered recently, Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and acted cautiously and cautiously...

(End of this chapter)