The old man's eyes widened and he said, "Who said that Lao Tzu is asking for food, Lao Tzu is here to listen to the drama today!"

The moment Yuwen Zhouyuan saw the old man, the essence in his eyes that he hadn't seen for many years suddenly flashed, this old man was none other than the person who deceived Yuwen Zhouyuan about a meal six or seven years ago.

Sitting opposite Yuwen Zhouyuan, the shopkeeper of the inn, the middle-aged fat man, immediately frowned, stood up and walked quickly to the door, rummaged through his pockets, touched for a long time, and finally took out a copper coin, threw it to the old man, and said: "I've given you money, let's go, it's really unlucky." ”

The old man took the copper coin, bit it with his teeth, stuck a mouthful of patina, grinned at the shopkeeper and smiled: "Well, it's true, it's still the reality of your shopkeeper, hum." As he spoke, he threw the copper coin in his hand, dropped it in the shopkeeper, and said proudly: "A pot of tea!"

Then his eyes swept away, fell on Yuwen Zhouyuan, and walked over, not that he recognized Yuwen Zhouyuan, but at this time, in the inn, there was only Yuwen Zhouyuan's table, and there was only one person.

The shopkeeper paused for a moment, looked at the copper coin in his hand, and then looked at the shopkeeper.

The middle-aged fat man's face twitched, and as soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he was about to go up and throw the old man out, but at this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand and said, "Shopkeeper, I'll forget it." ”

The middle-aged fat man immediately paused, hesitated, muttered a few words, and turned around and walked to the back room.

The old man smiled, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said, "You ......" Just said a word, he was suddenly stunned, stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan, looked at it carefully for a while, and then his face showed a strange look, and he said in surprise: "It's you!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly and said: "Seniors, where do you not meet in life, you and I haven't seen each other for seven years, and the demeanor is still the same." ”

The old man's face was even more strange, and he stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan for a long time, and then he sighed, and there was a rare trace of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "Into the mortal...... You're really out of here!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan picked up the wine jug, poured a full glass, and said after drinking: "The juniors are just struggling among mortals, how can the seniors be free in the world." ”

The old man exhaled deeply, snatched the wine jug, poured himself a glass, and said: "The old man has seen countless True Monarch monks in his life, but you are the first one who can achieve mortal status in six years!"

Yuwen Juyuan didn't speak, his mood didn't fluctuate, he just smiled slightly and continued to listen to the woman singing.

The old man looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan directly, and after a long time, the color of appreciation in his eyes became stronger, and he said: "Yes, yes, if you can understand the artistic conception of the young man, then within a hundred years, I can guarantee that you can be a true king!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head, took a sip of wine, and said, "What is the artistic conception?"

The old man was about to speak, when his eyes suddenly rolled and he smiled: "Look, this person is old, hungry, and can't think of anything." ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the old man seriously, and said with a smile: "The seniors watch the play slowly, and the juniors say goodbye!" As he spoke, he took the wine jug and got up and left the inn.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, "Interesting." ”

Yuwen Juyuan carried the wine jug, walked slowly on the street, stepped on the fallen leaves under his feet, returned to the store, opened the door of the store and walked in.

As soon as he stepped forward on his front foot, the old man's obscene voice came: "Yes, it turns out that you have been here for the past six years. ”

The old man appeared behind Yuwen Zhouyuan at some point, and as he walked in, he looked around, and his eyes gradually showed a look of surprise.

Yuwen Zhouyuan did not show any surprise at the appearance of the old man, but sat on the side, drinking wine and looking at each other.

"Winged Tigers, Spiders, Beasts...... , You're a good young man, most of the demon beasts in the Twilight Sun Realm, the Three Regardless Realms, and the Dongzhou Divine Domain and even the Netherworld Ghost Domain have actually been drawn by you. The more the old man looked at it, the more surprised his eyes became, and finally his eyes suddenly swept away, and landed on the painting tube in the corner, and with a move of his right hand, the half-finished painting scrolls in the painting tube suddenly flew out one by one.

These scrolls are all semi-finished products.

The moment the old man saw these half-finished products, his eyes suddenly became solemn, he looked at them carefully, and finally took a deep breath, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said slowly: "I really underestimate you, I didn't expect you to have such an experience, these True Monarch Stage monks and demon beasts, if you didn't personally fight with them, it would be absolutely impossible to draw them so godlikely." ”

Yuwen Juyuan smiled slightly, didn't speak, just drank quietly, as if everything the other party said had nothing to do with him.

After a little silence, the old man put down the statue in his hand, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Yuwen Zhouyuan!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said lightly.

The old man nodded, and with a wave of his right hand, his temperament suddenly changed, from a dirty old guy, to become majestic in an instant, although the whole person did not exude any spiritual power on his body, but there was a kind of unfathomable depth like the sea.

Under the traction of the spiritual power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, his eyes suddenly flashed brightly, this old man at this moment, his cultivation Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't see through, but after this bright light flashed slightly, it calmed down, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a sip of wine and said: "Senior, junior, this Chenyuan Hall, the house is shabby and can't stand the toss, you should take it." ”

The old man snorted lightly and said, "Boy, you have a good experience, this is Lao Tzu's artistic conception!"

As he spoke, the old man's whole body suddenly moved, and suddenly a sense of raging rage enveloped the entire house, but it was quite miraculous that not a single brick of the house was damaged, and it was not revealed at all.

At this moment, inside and outside the Chenyuan Hall, it was as if two worlds had been cut off by a knife.

This raging and violent aura permeated the surroundings, and Yuwen Zhouyuan's body involuntarily burst out with strong spiritual power to resist it, and at this time, his spiritual power, almost as soon as it flowed, was immediately attracted by this raging and violent aura, and in an instant, it was assimilated by this furious and became crazy.

Under this crazy artistic conception, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a trace of horror, the spiritual power in his body was actually uncontrollable, and he even had a feeling that even his own Earth Yuan Infant was assimilated by the other party's violent aura at this moment, as if at this moment, everything he had worked hard to cultivate for decades had become a spell for the other party to attack him at this moment.

"This is the crazy realm of the old man, the old man broke through the true monarch with this artistic conception, under this artistic conception, all spiritual power will be assimilated by the artistic conception and controlled by the old man. There was a hint of madness in the old man's voice, and after glancing at Yuwen Zhouyuan, the artistic conception suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

In this short period of time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was already in a cold sweat, he took a deep breath, his right hand trembled a little, picked up the wine jug and drank a big sip fiercely, and after a long time, the spiritual power in his body gradually calmed down.

"Why didn't I have this kind of artistic conception when I met the Earth True Monarch Monk before?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said after a moment of silence.

The old man scratched his head in a daze, and said embarrassedly: "This...... I forgot, although I have controlled the cultivation just now, I also use the true self period to urge the artistic conception, so this power is a little too great...... In fact, it is impossible for a True Monarch Monk to display such an artistic conception, but in the magic power, he brought some, hehe, I'm sorry. ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the old man with a wry smile, and muttered to himself in his heart: "Artistic conception...... This is the mood ......"

The old man's eyes rolled, his face showed a thief's eyebrows, and he said in a low voice: "Use the ordinary to feel the artistic conception of each person, and through the artistic conception, make the final breakthrough through the true master and reach the true monarch, this is the process that every monk needs to go through when he wants to break through the true master." Would you like to experience other people's mood, which is good for you?"

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, you must know that you can experience the artistic conception of other True Monarch Periods, although this kind of thing has a certain danger, but the benefits are great.

Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the old man, and did not agree immediately, but said slowly: "Senior, what price do you want the junior to pay?"

The old man's eyes narrowed, patted his chest and said: "There is no price, there is no price, I will protect you with the old man, in this Nobita country, we can go sideways, and it will be okay!"

Yuwen Juyuan didn't speak, just looked at the old man silently.

Gradually, the old man scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "This ...... I think these portraits of yours are good...... This ......"

"Okay, I'll give it all to you!" Yuwen Juyuan said decisively.

The old man's eyes rolled, he patted his chest with a little annoyance, and said, "What do I want you to do with these low-level magic weapons, there are still some things to look at in those half-finished products, but I also want them to be useless." So I'll just say it directly, you see that I'm so handsome, so heroic, don't you be impressed? Don't you think I'm a very suitable candidate to paint a portrait in my appearance?"

When the old man first spoke, he was still a little blushing, but in the end, he became excited, and his chest beat loudly.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, but my cultivation is not enough now, and I will have to wait for Zhenjun to draw your portrait perfectly." ”

The old man immediately became happy, and said again and again: "Young man, don't worry, don't worry, you must draw my most perfect side, ...... By the way, I want more portraits, so let's draw a few more, a hundred!

The old man was happy in his heart, and secretly said that when he went to the Qinglou in the future, or when he met a beautiful woman, he would send his own statue, so that these beauties would definitely remember themselves for a lifetime.

Especially thinking of the scene behind the scenes where those beauties hugged themselves in their arms, and their eyes showed a hint of charm, the old man suddenly became excited, and the more he looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, the more pleasing it was to the eyes, and he grabbed Yuwen Zhouyuan's body with a big hand, and the two disappeared into the store.

When it appeared, it was already in the middle of the clouds 100,000 miles away from Kyoto.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine sense swept away, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart, he roughly estimated that this teleportation was thousands of miles, and this kind of cultivation was already terrifying, which made him feel creepy.