"I just wore a silver robe and a head of silver gray hair. I looked noble and cold, oh oh oh, and very handsome!"

Xuan Guang couldn't figure out how Zhang Wuyou could be so interested in a portrait?

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At that time, he just took a look and asked him to describe it in more detail, but he couldn't say it.

But Zhang Wuyou said something.

"Does it look like you're in your thirties, wearing silver clothes, and a mole on your forehead?"

"Huh, how do you know? Yes, he does have a mole on his forehead, and he looks only in his thirties. How do you know, were you standing behind me at that time?"

Xuan Guang was extremely surprised.

He really couldn't figure it out. Why did Zhang Wuyou say more clearly than he saw at that time?

And it's not bad at all?

Zhang Wuyou's face changed.

"Did you see that Bai Dalang kowtowing that portrait?"

"Yes, it's true, and very pious, just like, like the portrait is her ancestor, master, do you have any clues?"

Xuan Guang also discovered that something was wrong with Zhang Wuyou at this time.

"Yes, I know the person in the portrait, because that is just looking at Emperor Donghua. I remembered that the fire monkey he once mentioned to me, but he did not live in the Heavenly Court, I understand..."

Zhang Wuyou sneered.

He remembered that Emperor Donghua and him had almost the same status as him and were very powerful. Such a person had the ability to plot against the hundreds of gods and himself.

Is Emperor Donghua like that?

Purpose, why?

Zhang Wuyou fell into deep thought, and he was trying to recall what happened in the Heavenly Court.

Although the monkey collapsed the cave of Zangxian, he was also bleeding, and the blood on his body was burnt.

So after coming back, not only did he apply the potion, but he also borrowed Zhang Wuyou's dragon ball to treat him.

Xuan Guang's body was also bloody, but it was all skin trauma. Although it looked scary, it was not very serious. He was just lying there in a very bad mood. At this time, there was another crying sound from a child outside the house.

It makes people feel upset and irritable.

Xuan Guang asked Zhou Renyu to see what happened?

After the child cried, the sound of adults scolding sounded, and it became even more and more noisy. Even Zhang Wuyou couldn't help but walk out to see it.

"How did you do it? The pen is crooked. Is the posture of the brush like this? Do you have a brain? I have taught you so many times. Why are you not enlightened? Why can't you?"

The next door is actually a few steps away from Zhou Renjie's house, but the sound is too loud, like a quarrel, which makes people look at it.

"Stop looking, even Sister Liu, next door, is teaching children, and she loses her temper again. It's not easy for her family. Her husband goes out to work. She is thinking about the child coming back to take care of the child. She will practice calligraphy for the child again..."

Zhou Renyu quickly persuaded them to come in first.

Zhang Wuyou also knew that Sister Liu was talking about. She seemed to be a very gentle sister-in-law. She focused almost all her attention on the child.

Every day I ride a bike to take my children to school, go to cram school, and even rent a house in Yicheng District to live in order to get a good education. I only come back occasionally on Saturday afternoons.

Even when I go back to my hometown, I never stop. I keep asking my child to study, and occasionally accompanied by scolding voices, which makes people feel distressed for the child.

Zhou Renyu also expressed deep sympathy, but his parents were not good at interrupting their children.

Zhang Wuyou also figured out the whole story of the matter now, and looked at the opposite door. The child was crying while standing there practicing calligraphy, tears flowing downwards and falling on the white paper.

The seven or eight-year-old child was crying with a whip and was crying so miserably. He occasionally wiped his tears with the back of his hands, but the more he cried, the more he became, the sadder he became.

He held the brush in his hand, but it was soft, as if he was not in control.

But her mother next to her was scolding her.

"Crying means knowing how to cry. Do you know that other children are proficient in calligraphy, dancing, Olympiad Mathematics, and piano. Your calligraphy is too bad, so you have to practice more. Do you have any reason to cry?"

The little girl's mother covered her chest with one hand and scolded her daughter, feeling angry that she was so angry that she couldn't make a living.

But I didn't see the little girl, she was only seven or eight years old.

"Okay, okay, let's go back and rest. Sister Liu is also anxious. Her husband is working outside to earn money. She put all her energy into the children, so she is so anxious..."

Liu Laoyao, who rarely speaks, is now persuading everyone to go back to the house.

He now lives in Zhoujia Village, helping Zhou Renjie, and his attention is all focused on those strange weapons, and he takes them out from time to time to fiddle with them, almost unable to let go of them.

Because I really like it, this weapon is almost in his hands. Many times, Liu Laoyao would stroke the three dragons on the weapon with his hands.

There was even a sense of heroism in his heart. One day, he would be able to control the three dragons like Zhang Wuyou.

When Mrs. Liu taught her children a lesson, everyone was in a bad mood. Zhang Wuyou planned to walk around and sort out his thoughts while walking. It has been a long time since he was in the world, so he should also think about who the enemy behind him is?

"uncle!"

Suddenly a timid voice sounded, and a little girl appeared in front of him, but Sun Miao, the daughter of Sister Liu, who had just been scolded.

"Uncle, I don't like mom, why do you force me? Why do children have to learn so many things?"

Sun Miao opened his eyes wide and looked up at Zhang Wuyou, his eyes full of fortuitousness and stubbornness.

"If you don't like it, just play. It's no big deal. Let's go, uncle will take you to the river to play. Shh, don't let your mother know..."

Although the sun had set at this time, the afterglow was still there. Zhang Wuyou held Sun Miao's hand and felt a hint of coldness.

Look at the little girl's thin shoulders and confused eyes. Zhang Wuyou felt that she should take this little girl and play happily for a while. This shouldn't be like this in childhood.

As soon as he touched the water, Sun Miao laughed, and reached out and poured the water on Zhang Wuyou. Although it didn't pour it on his clothes, his dodging appearance made Sun Miao laugh.

"Uncle, you've been hiding too fast..."

By the river, cheerful laughter fell everywhere. Sun Miao squatted on the ground, picking a golden little chrysanthemum with great care, then holding it together and handing it to Zhang Wuyou.

"Uncle, I gave it to you..."

Holding Sun Miao's flower in his hand and looking at her pink face, Zhang Wuyou couldn't help but pinch it. As soon as he raised his head, he saw someone in the other side of the river exclaiming that something was wrong, something happened!...
Chapter completed!