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As the master of the Taiyi sect, Zheng Xiusheng is over eighty years old this year. What the older generation despises the most is smooth-tongued and slippery people.

After hearing Qingfu say that he had never seen Zhang Qiuhan write by his own hand, he arbitrarily believed that Zhang Qiuhan just took the calligraphy and paintings of his elders in the family and showed them off everywhere.

Zheng Xiu could not stand this kind of person the most in his life. He wanted to scold Zhang Qiuhan, but he thought that even if the other party used the calligraphy and paintings of his elders to show off, it would also prove that his elders in the family were good at spells.

Thinking that there might be an expert behind Zhang Qiuhan, he suppressed the resentment in his heart.

Zheng Xiusheng tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, walked up to Zhang Qiuhan, and said:

"My little friend, to tell you the truth, I came here today because of the person who can write this calligraphy and painting. I wonder if my little friend can tell me where the master is. I will pay him a visit another day."

Zhang Qiuhan held the fishing rod in his hand and was a little puzzled. Didn't Qingfu just say that this calligraphy was written by himself.

In line with the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, Zhang Qiuhan patiently explained:

"Old sir, Taoist Master Qingfu just said that this is what is written below."

Zheng Xiusheng thought that Zhang Qiuhan was still messing around, and his expression was a little unhappy.

"My dear friend, I sincerely want to visit that master. If you don't want to introduce him, you can just say so. If you do this, you might be looking down on me, Zheng Xiusheng, for being too sectarian."

Zheng Xiusheng, as the master of the Taiyi Sect, although the sect is now in decline, he considers himself to have some status.

He was very unhappy to be teased by a junior like this.

Feng Zhenghao also saw that Zheng Xiusheng was a little unhappy. After all, he was an old fox and he could guess why Zheng Xiusheng was angry.

Feng Zhenghao said with a smile:

"Senior Zheng, I think you may have misunderstood. This calligraphy was indeed written by Qiu Han himself."

After hearing this, Zheng Xiusheng looked at Feng Zhenghao and his brows drooped.

He knew that Feng Zhenghao, as the president of Tianxiahui, although Tianxiahui was not a traditional famous sect, was still a powerful force among the people.

As the president of Tianxiahui, it was absolutely impossible for Feng Zhenghao to cooperate with Zhang Qiuhan to deceive this old man.

but. . . Can a boy who looks about twenty years old really achieve such a level in the art of talismans? !

"Is this... really written by little layman Zhang Qiuhan?"

Although there was some doubt in Zheng Xiusheng's words, he basically believed it at this time.

It's just that he can't figure it out. Why is it that a young man in his early twenties has a higher level of talisman arts than his teacher?

Seeing that Zheng Xiusheng still didn't believe it, Zhang Qiuhan put the fishing rod on the shelf, smiled and said:

"Since the old-timers don't believe it, I might as well write it now."

With that said, Zhang Qiuhan strode to the writing board, melted the thick ink, dipped the brush in his hand, and lifted the pen in his hand.

He looked up at the rockery and the river, and then wrote on the paper: high mountains and flowing water.

The four big characters are written in a smooth and flowing manner, which is exactly in line with the scene in the back garden of Tianxiahui.

After writing, Zhang Qiuhan put the brush on the pen holder, then waved his hand lightly, pointed at the calligraphy and painting, and said:

"Old-timer, please look."

Zheng Xiusheng watched Zhang Qiuhan write four big characters with his own eyes. When Zhang Qiuhan started drawing the first stroke, he almost couldn't help but shout out "Hello".

As the so-called layman watches the fun, the expert watches the doorway.

Zheng Xiusheng no longer needs to look at the complete calligraphy and painting, but only needs the first painting to see a person's attainments in the art of talismans.

Now seeing Zhang Qiuhan finish his calligraphy and painting with his own eyes, Zheng Xiusheng secretly smacked his tongue and couldn't help but praise:

"Sure enough, there are talented people in every generation, and there are talented people in every generation!"

"At such a young age, he has such attainments in the art of talismans. It would be great if he were from my Taiyi sect!"

"I really envy you!"

Zheng Xiusheng took the calligraphy and painting that Zhang Qiuhan had just finished and couldn't help but praise it.

After looking at the calligraphy and paintings for a while, Zheng Xiusheng remembered that he had questioned Zhang Qiuhan just now.

He hurriedly put down the calligraphy and painting, and solemnly said to Zhang Qiuhan:

"Little layman Qiuhan, I'm sorry for my blindness just now, but I doubted you like that. I'm so ashamed."

Zheng Xiusheng was also open-minded. Seeing that Zhang Qiuhan was indeed an expert, he immediately apologized for his rude behavior just now.

Even if the other person is a young man in his early twenties.

Zhang Qiuhan waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, just study the words quickly."

Zhang Qiuhan didn't argue with Zheng Xiuzheng. He urged a few people to appreciate the calligraphy and painting quickly. He was still waiting to earn the four of them some leisure time.

Zheng Xiusheng was already amazed when Zhang Qiuhan put down his first painting, and directly rewarded Zhang Qiuhan with 100 hours of writing leisure time.

But aren't there three people next to me?

Sure enough, Taoist Priest Qingfu and the others picked up the calligraphy and painting Zhang Qiuhan had just written and were full of praise. No matter how many times they saw it, they still found it very amazing.

"Ding! The host's calligraphy and painting surprised others, and he will be rewarded with 100 hours of writing leisure time!"

"Ding! The host's calligraphy and painting surprised others, and he will be rewarded with 100 hours of writing leisure time!"

"Ding! The host's calligraphy and painting surprised others, and he will be rewarded with 100 hours of writing leisure time!"

The three Taoist priests Qingfu also contributed a total of 300 hours of writing and leisure time. Including the 100 hours just given by Zheng Xiusheng, 400 hours of writing and leisure time were easily obtained.

At this time, the system sounded another prompt:

"Ding, the host's Tongtianlu has been upgraded to the state of perfection, and the current writing leisure time is 75/1600 hours."

Zhang Qiuhan was very happy to hear that Tongtianlu had been promoted from the realm of Dacheng to the realm of perfection.

At the same time, he thought in his mind, just now I was in the Dacheng state, and the calligraphy I wrote could amaze Zheng Xiusheng and others. Now that I have reached the Perfect state, wouldn't it be possible to amaze them again with another calligraphy and painting?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiuhan said to Zheng Xiusheng who was admiring calligraphy and painting:

"Senior Zheng, you just said that you traveled thousands of miles to appreciate the calligraphy and painting. Naturally, I can't let you travel in vain. Let's do this. I will write another better calligraphy and painting for you as a meeting gift."

After hearing this, Zheng Xiusheng said in disbelief:

"Little layman Qiuhan, do you mean that you can write better?"

Zhang Qiuhan smiled and said nothing. He just picked up the brush on the pen holder and was about to start writing.

He really couldn't write better just now, but now, it's no problem at all.

Zhang Qiuhan took a brush and splashed ink on the white paper. This time he wrote a golden curse.

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth is the root of all energy.

Cultivating hundreds of millions of kalpas to prove my supernatural powers.

Inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao is the only one.

The body has golden light, reflecting my body.

Don't see, don't hear.

Paul creates heaven and earth and nurtures all living beings.

The guards of the three realms, the five emperors welcome.

Ghosts and demons are frightened, spirits and monsters die.

There is a thunderbolt inside, and the god of thunder is hidden.

The golden light appeared quickly, covering the real person. "

The pen falls and a calligraphy and painting is finished.

Zheng Xiusheng on the side had his eyes widened, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't speak.

When he was excited, his cloudy old eyes actually shed two lines of tears.

"A man of God! He is truly a man of God!"