Practice starts with skill points

"call!"

"suck!"

Under the blessing of full -level experience, Zhong Lin reached the level of the creator for "Chiyang Pile Gong". The high house was built, making him like a veteran who had practiced for decades.

Both eyes were closed slightly, and his hands were hugging his chest, as if he could enter the sun.

A hot breath was distributed from Zhong Lin's body, as if a stove within three feet.

If you are close to Zhong Lin at this time, you can even hear the sound of blood flowing.

With the passage of time, Zhong Lin saw sweat on his forehead and wet clothes, as if sweating all over his body, and the qi and blood of the whole body seemed to be burning, from warmth to hot.

"call!"

After half an hour, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes and sprayed a bite of turbid air in his mouth. The turbid gas condensed in the void and did not disperse, with a few feet long.

"Qi and blood have increased by three points. Unfortunately, there is no elixir to help each other, otherwise it will definitely grow more, and I dare not practice more, it is easy to cause physical loss."

Zhong Lin touched the sweat on his forehead and was not very satisfied with the progress of practicing "Chiyang Pile Gong" today.

！!

"Zhong Lin, open the door, it's me, Lao Zhou."

The voice of Lao Zhou came from outside the door, and his tone was very eager.

Zhong Lin's face was confused, how did Lao Zhou come at this time? This has not been on get off work, thinking quickly to open the door of the courtyard.

"Lao Zhou, what's wrong?"

Lao Zhou didn't talk, and he dragged Zhong Lin's arm and walked out.

"Fortunately, you are at home, hurry up, the county respects you."

"Find me? But what happened?"

Zhong Lin was even more confused. His identity was just a painter. How could he attract county to see each other.

"I don't know, hurry up, don't let the county respect the adults for a long time."

"Don't drag me!"

Under the urging of Lao Zhou, the two soon came to the county.

With the end of the war, the county also slowly recovered the previous order, but some familiar faces were gone, and at the same time, there were some raw faces.

Since the last Chi Yan, Zhong Lin has rarely appeared in the county.

"The county respected man is waiting inside, so you must be rude."

Lao Zhou whispered to Zhong Lin, and stopped waiting.

Zhong Lin nodded and walked into the lobby. There were four people sitting on the Tai Shi chair on both sides, three men and one woman.

The main position was an old man, a pair of young men and women ranked his left and right, while the county respected adults sat at the bottom position of the left hand, under the young man.

This scene also made Zhong Lin froze for a moment, but quickly adjusted his emotions, and he died: "Zhong Lin met the county's respect."

This is also the first time that Zhong Lin has seen the county's county in Heishan County. I had looked far away from the city walls before, but the county respected at that time looked very embarrassed, but today it was a black cloud. The robe, the hair is also meticulous.

"You are Zhong Lin?"

The expression of the county Zun was almost the same as that of Xue Zheng, who was the first time he was catching, and his face was full.

In their cognition, most of the artists are older, or scholars who are full of scholars.

But Zhonglin looks like a tiger -back bee -back and a young boy who looks like a painter. Instead, he is his son.

"It is subordinate."

"I listen to others and say that you can listen to the description in other populations to paint?"

"Yes, what does the county respected adult?"

"So good, come, bring in the prison."

Under the order of Meixian, two caught prisoners quickly came in.

When I saw the face of the crime prisoner, the bell Lin Lin was also a heart. It was Xu Ruo, the "Iron Book Knife King" of the old lady of Du Family.

Unexpectedly, this man was arrested. This is a master of Liu Pinqi and blood, but now he has become a prisoner.

This also caused Zhong Lin to condense qi and blood, and the arrogance of six grades instantly dissipated.

What about Liupin Xiu? It was not locked like a dog.

Don't be proud!

At the same time, some people were prepared to send them in the pen, ink, and paper.

"Start!"

"yes."

Zhong Lin quickly walked to the table and sat down and raised his brush.

Xu Ruo looked up at the old man sitting in the central government, and his voice was hoarse: "If I explain truthfully, can I spare me a life?"

"Bold."

Meixian Zunmeng's slap at the table angrily: "I dare to talk about conditions. It seems that the punishment for you is still not enough. Come and pull him out of his sentence. I don't believe it and can't open his mouth. "

"alright."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The old man who was drinking tea frowned and put down the tea cup in his hand.

"The civilian warriors can cultivate six products is rare and valuable. What about your life?"

Xu Ruo was overjoyed, and he fell to the ground with a flutter, worshiped his head, and the shackles on the neck hit the ground heavy, making a banging sound.

"Thank you seniors, thank you seniors."

"Say!"

"Yes, Han Jun division ... Han Jin is 25 years old, there is no need to face white, the facial features are soft, both eyes ..."

With Xu Ruo's complaint, the image of a young man met in Zhonglin's mind.

After Xu Yan, Zhong Lin picked up the brush, but the image of Yixiang's mood appeared on the paper.

This man Zhonglin has never been seen, but he has just heard the word "military division". If it is not surprising, it should be that the counselors in the chaos, even targeting Zhang and Du's "losing bones". He came up with.

Blow down the ink on the paper and hold it out.

"Adult, paint."

Xu Ruo looked up at the portrait, and looked excitedly: "Yes, this is Han Jin."

Other people will also look at the portrait of Zhong Lin's hands, and everyone is attracted.

It's like, it's too much.

The people in the portrait are just like a real person, as if they can come out at any time.

"This painting skills are really a little knife -opening!"

Young people who have not spoken can't help but praise at this time.

It's just that this exaggerated way is that Zhong Lin also felt a weird, but he still said: "Thank you for the puzzle, the craftsmanship, and the craftsmanship of eating."

"No no no."

The young man stood up and looked at the paintings in Zhong Lin's hands carefully, and his eyes were shining.

"Your craftsmanship is not ordinary tips. I have never seen such a good painting skills. If you go to the Qinglou to give you a portrait of the kiln sisters, hey, that is, the water invading the tile shop — a lot of money!"

Zhong Lin had no words, but there was a embarrassing and embarrassed smile on his face.

Looking at Zhonglin’s expression, the young man's eyes were bright, and he was interested.

"No ... are you really doing this?"

Zhong Lin smiled embarrassed: "Forced life, life forced."

"Come, tell me how much does the charge?"

"You shut me up."