City Lord's Mansion.

"What do you do?"

"We are here to visit the city lord."

"Oh, the city lord is not here."

With a bang, the door of the City Lord's Mansion was closed unceremoniously.

"Master, it seems we can't even enter the City Lord's Mansion." Su Hui frowned, looking at the two mighty stone lions in front of the City Lord's Mansion, feeling a little annoyed.

Zhang Chuyao pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that we have to find another way."

"Find another way?"

"Yes, look." As he said this, Zhang Chuyao pointed to a notice posted in front of the city lord's mansion. It said that the city lord's daughter was looking for a master of calligraphy and painting as a teacher.

Su Hui was surprised, "Master, can you still draw?"

"you guess."

After Zhang Chuyao said nothing, he ignored him, walked to the door again, grabbed the door knocker and knocked it three times.

Not long after, the door was opened.

When the visitor saw that it was still Zhang Chuyao, he felt unhappy and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Having said that, he didn't want to argue with Zhang Chuyao anymore and was about to close the door.

"Hey, don't close the door." Zhang Chuyao grabbed the door that was about to close and said, "I'm here to apply to be Miss Ling's teacher."

"Teacher?" The visitor was startled, and suddenly thought of the notice at the door, "Can you draw?"

Zhang Chuyao did not answer, but asked: "I wonder what level of painter Ms. Lin is now?"

"It is precisely because my lady still has not reached the threshold of grade that she posted a notice seeking famous painters in Old Dragon City."

"Oh." Hearing this, Zhang Chuyao's eyes lit up, "You haven't entered the first level yet? How many years has Miss Ling studied painting?"

"My young lady started learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when she was three years old. It has been fourteen years now."

In other words, Miss Ling is seventeen years old now, Zhang Chuyao thought in his mind.

"Fourteen years of painting have not yet reached a high level. It seems that he has talent..."

"Hmph, my young lady is very talented." The person who opened the door could not understand what Zhang Chuyao meant, and his tone was quite dissatisfied, "In terms of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, my young lady was good at everything except painting three years ago.

After entering the ninth grade, the reason why I still can't touch the threshold of the grade in painting is just because I lack the guidance of a painter."

"You only entered the ninth level after fourteen years. Is your talent very good?"

The person who opened the door opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and the look of suspicion in his eyes became stronger, "Are you really a painter?"

Zhang Chuyao nodded without hesitation: "Not bad."

"Then how long did it take you to become a ninth-grade painter?"

"Well, it won't be more than a month." Zhang Chuyao nodded.

Bang!

The door to the city lord's mansion suddenly closed.

You could faintly hear that the man who opened the door behind the door was cursing, and his mouth was not very clean. Anyway, it probably meant that Zhang Chuyao was entertaining him and told Zhang Chuyao to get out of here.

Zhang Chuyao was confused, wondering what this person meant?

He looked at Su Hui beside him and saw her holding her forehead and sighing constantly.

"Did you say something wrong, Master?"

"Master, are you really ignorant, or are you pretending not to know?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Chuyao was confused.

"Master, do you know how much time it took for the person who broke through to the ninth level in the shortest time?"

Zhang Chuyao shook his head, "I don't know."

"It's the sage of painting, Wu Daozi. It took her three years to learn painting and become a ninth-grade painter."

Zhang Chuyao frowned, as if he had heard of such a person.

Su Hui continued: "This man is the most famous painter in the past eight hundred years. His painting talent is unprecedented. If he had not died prematurely due to some things, it would not be impossible to break through to the legendary first-class realm."

Zhang Chuyao suddenly realized.

"Master, you don't think you are more talented than the painting saint Wu Daozi, right?"

Su Hui's words were undoubtedly saying that she had just pretended to be cool.

"Ahem." Zhang Chuyao's expression remained unchanged, "I didn't lie as a teacher. To me, even if I break through to the eighth-level painter, it's just a blink of an eye."

Su Hui couldn't help but sigh. The secret martial arts skills passed down by her master were indeed unprecedented, but her bragging skills were not inferior at all!

"Oh, arrogant!"

At this time, a sarcastic voice came from behind.

Zhang Chuyao looked back and saw a girl dressed as a maid looking at him with disdain.

I think I heard what I just said.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Chuyao took a look at this maid. She has delicate features, tall figure, pink and white and dark green, and she looks like a picture.

I never thought that a maid in the city lord's mansion could be so charming.

But this maid raised her chin proudly and looked at Zhang Chuyao with eyes full of contempt.

"Me?" The maid rolled her eyes and said, "You don't deserve to know my name anymore."

Hearing this, Zhang Chuyao frowned slightly and opened the system directly...

I ask you because I hope you will be more conscious. If you are not conscious, then you can only be passive.

But, the ones that have always been passive are good ones, not black, very tender and moist.

Zhang Chuyao suddenly smiled. He looked at the maid and asked, "You seem to be doubting my oral...painting skills?"

The maid frowned. She always felt that Zhang Chuyao's tone of voice was a bit weird, but she didn't know what the weirdness was.

"I just think what you said is too arrogant. You can surpass the eighth-level painter in the blink of an eye. Even the painting sage Wu Daozi dare not say this."

"Haha." Zhang Chuyao smiled casually, "How difficult is it? Not only can I break through to an eighth-level painter in the blink of an eye, I can also make you break through to a first-level painter in the blink of an eye."

"Tsk!" the maid sneered, "I really don't know what to say."

With that said, the maid stopped paying attention to him and walked past Zhang Chuyao and his apprentice towards the gate of the city lord's mansion.

Zhang Chuyao stopped her, "What, you don't believe me? How about we make a bet?"

The maid glanced at him, a little dissatisfied, and said, "If you don't want to fight, just get out of the way."

"Don't you dare?"

"It's not that I don't dare, it's that I have disdain."

Zhang Chuyao smiled nonchalantly and said, "Haha, if you don't have the confidence, just say it and don't make excuses."

He tried to use provocation.

The maid raised her eyebrows. She knew this was a way to provoke the general, but now she really couldn't stand the middle-aged man in front of her.

"What to bet on?"

Zhang Chuyao pondered for a moment and said, "Let's bet on whether I can help you break through to the ninth rank painter in the blink of an eye."

"What kind of bet?"

"You must first become my teacher. If I can make you break through to the ninth-level painter in the blink of an eye, you will never be allowed to be someone else's teacher again. If I can't make you break through to the ninth-level painter in the blink of an eye, I will let you do whatever you want.

."

"Become a disciple first?" The maid frowned slightly.

"good."

"You want to take advantage of me? Haha, I won't agree." With that said, the maid passed Zhang Chuyao and continued towards the gate of the city lord's mansion.

"Haha." Zhang Chuyao didn't stop him anymore. He just chuckled and said to Su Hui beside him: "Qinqi, calligraphy and painting are really too simple for a teacher. To be honest, give me a month to play Qinqi."

I can reach the ninth grade in both calligraphy and painting. I really don’t understand how Miss Ling, the master of Lingcheng’s family, could not reach the first grade of painting after studying for fourteen years.”

Su Hui looked at her master with some helplessness.

If City Lord Ling's daughter heard this, even if his master had ten heads, he probably wouldn't be able to chop them off.

The maid had just taken two steps when she suddenly stopped.

"Okay, I'll bet you!" The maid turned around and looked at Zhang Chuyao with cold eyes, "But if you lose, I'll give you fifty!"
Chapter completed!