The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Jiang Zifeng stood in front of the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, carefully admiring this masterpiece.

After returning from Senior Brother Xi Zeng Yizi's visit, he was in a very bad mood.

He lost a Shennong Pill but didn't get the desired result. He didn't dare to report to Gao Qi. If Gao Qi knew the result, he would definitely scold him.

Sometimes, Jiang Zifeng hated Gao Qi a little in his heart, because Gao Qi always scolded him without any mercy.

Even though he is his ancestor, he is always treated like his grandson, ordered around and scolded at every turn. How can he feel comfortable in this and that?

In the past, he thought he was a genius and was praised and admired by others, but in front of Gao Qi, he always felt like a fool.

However, the ancestor would not choose a fool as his successor. He must be so strict with himself for his own good.

Jiang Zifeng comforted himself in this way.

Whenever he was unhappy, he would come to appreciate this painting.

Recently, what made him happiest and even most pleased was the fact that his senior brother was imprisoned in the Shanhe Shejitu.

Jiang Zifeng couldn't help laughing when he thought about his senior brother becoming a dot of ink on the picture.

He stared at the painting, trying to dispel the unpleasantness caused by Senior Brother Yin Xi's unconventional behavior, while thinking about how to turn things around.

But Jiang Zifeng always felt that something was wrong. This painting seemed awkward no matter how he looked at it today.

Why do those lively lines in the original painting now look like they were drawn with the roughest pen?

The original misty and inky renderings now look like clumsy smears.

This feeling is so strange.

It’s like there was a famous painting hanging here before, but today we see a fake, and a very crude fake at that.

And the positions of those three small dots seem to have changed as well.

It appeared after the eldest brother, Lin Yun, and Yan Jin were sealed in, so it represented the three of them.

Could it be that they moved in the painting?

That's not right. Logically speaking, the world inside and outside the painting are two different worlds. The positions of the three points have been fixed since the moment they were sealed. Even if they run around the world in the painting, it has nothing to do with the world outside the painting. From outside the painting, those three will never move.

Jiang Zifeng was daydreaming when he suddenly heard the sound of a plucked zither string and a sword ringing behind him, followed by a clanging sound and a murderous aura.

Jiang Zifeng was startled and quickly changed his position and escaped in an instant.

Behind him, the black jade on the ground cracked and a long sword mark appeared, extending to the wall where the painting was hung in the middle of the hall.

There was a puff sound.

The painting also split in the middle, split into two halves, and slowly fell from the wall.

Jiang Zifeng was shocked, but before he could even utter a word, a powerful sense of oppression like a mountain came over him.

A Fuxi zither appeared before his eyes, with the head of the zither stuck in Jiang Zifeng's throat, pushing him all the way to the Panlong pillar on one side of the hall, and pressing him against the pillar.

Senior Brother Xi Zeng Yizhi appeared behind the piano, holding the piano in one hand and the fingers of the other hand on the strings.

Jiang Zifeng knew that if he just pushed it lightly, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Senior Brother Xi is so awesome!

Although it was a surprise attack from behind, Jiang Zifeng was completely unable to fight back, which was completely beyond his expectations.

Jiang Zifeng's inner pride was once again ruthlessly crushed by Senior Brother Xi and shattered to the ground.

This was the second time in a while that he was discouraged.

The last time was the sword from the eldest senior brother.

Jiang Zifeng once thought that the gap between himself and his senior brothers, and his senior brothers West, was not that big, especially in the past ten years, he practiced diligently, and under the care of Gao Qi, he made progress so fast that even he was amazed.

But I didn’t expect that the gap between me and Senior Brothers Eldest and West is still so big.

"Brother Xi..." Jiang Zifeng's throat was choked, and he was a little speechless. Under the strong pressure, even the circulation of Qi was not smooth.

"Give me the antidote!"

"Wha…what…antidote?"

"Playing dumb, right?"

Zeng Yizi exerted a little force, and Jiang Zifeng felt like he was about to die. His face had swelled to the color of liver and his eyeballs bulged out.

"Xi...Xi...Brother...let...go..."

Zeng Yizhi relaxed a little and glared at him angrily: "Antidote!"

"What... antidote... I really don't... know!" Jiang Zifeng said.

"Humph, the Shennong Pill you sent me is poison! Hurry up and give me the antidote. If anything happens to your Third Senior Sister, I will kill you!"

"Poison?" Jiang Zifeng was very surprised. "Impossible! That's the Shennong Pill that my ancestor gave me. How could it be poison?"

"Still playing dumb, huh?" Zeng Yizi pushed the head of the guitar forward and hooked a string with his finger. "I don't have much patience. If you don't tell me, I'll kill you and then go ask Gao Qi for the antidote!"

"I...I really..." Jiang Zifeng felt that he was very wronged, but he really didn't have the energy to protest.

Just then, a voice came from outside: "The antidote is here."

Before the voice fell, the person arrived.

Gao Qi appeared in the middle of the hall, but did not go to save Jiang Zifeng. He just stood there and looked at them coldly.

Zeng Yizi slowly let go of the zither and walked slowly towards Gao Qi.

Jiang Zifeng leaned against the pillar, his body softened, and he slowly slid to the ground.

Just now, death was less than a millimeter away from him. He knew that if the ancestor didn't come again, Zeng Yizi would really kill him.

Zeng Yizhi walked up to Gao Qi and held out his hand: "Antidote."

"Hmph!" Gao Qi snorted, "Is this the attitude of asking for help?"

"I'm not here to beg you." Zeng Yizi said.

"Hahaha!" Gao Qi laughed. "I heard that Yun Yangzi has a disciple who is good at playing the zither and uses it to enter Taoism. Yes, your cultivation is indeed very good. But in front of me, you'd better put away your arrogance! Not to mention you, even if your master is here, you should at least be polite to me."

Zeng Yizhi frowned: "What do you want?"

"It's simple. If you help me do something, I will give you the antidote."

"what's up?"

"Go to Tianlu and stop those who break into Tiandu. You are a disciple of Tiandu, and this is what you should do. Is my request not excessive?" Gao Qi said with a smile.

Zeng Yizhi was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I promise, give me the antidote."

"Three days." Gao Qi's voice was firm and left no room for negotiation. "As long as you can hold them off for three days, I will give you the antidote. Don't worry, your sister won't die. The pill I gave her is half Shennong Pill. No matter how poisonous the poison is, she won't die. As long as she takes my antidote, not only will she not die, but she will also turn a disaster into a blessing and greatly improve her cultivation."

Zeng Yizi stared at Gao Qi's face for a long time, then suddenly turned and left.

When he reached the door, he stopped again and said, "If you lie to me, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he disappeared out the door.

A sneer appeared on Gao Qi's lips, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Zifeng suddenly remembered and said in shock: "Ancestor, he destroyed the map of mountains, rivers, and the country!"

Gao Qi's face darkened and he said angrily, "The Mountain and River State Map is a divine artifact. I can't even tear it apart, so how could he damage it? He didn't even know that the map was replaced. What a fool!"

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the void.

Only Jiang Zifeng was left, sitting on the ground in shock, staring at the two and a half pictures of "Mountains, Rivers and the State" in a daze.