"Okay, let's become a disciple first."

Zhang Chuyao turned around and said to the maid with a smile.

The maid hesitated for a while, her face a little gloomy, but when she thought of being able to punish the man in front of her, she finally bowed to him.

"Meet the Master."

Zhang Chuyao smiled and said, "Not bad."

[Ding! The host's apprentice Ling Waner has reached the ninth level of calligraphy, and the host's calligraphy realm has broken through to the eighth level.]

[Ding! The host's apprentice Ling Waner has reached the ninth level of luthier, and the host's level of luthier has broken through to the eighth level.]

[Ding! The host's apprentice Ling Wan'er has reached the ninth level of chess master, and the host's chess master realm has broken through to the eighth level.]

…

Zhang Chuyao was startled, he actually surpassed Ling Wan'er in all aspects that she was good at!

this......

What does this mean?

This means that as long as you accept an innate master as your apprentice, you can directly break through the innate?

This is a bug!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Seeing Zhang Chuyao's lewd smile, the maid wished that she could arrest this man immediately and slap him with fifty bullets.

"Is it possible for me to break through to the rank of ninth-grade painter now?" The maid's tone did not contain much expectation, but was full of coldness.

"No hurry, no hurry." Zhang Chuyao came back to his senses, walked towards her slowly, and asked: "Do you know what painting is?"

The maid frowned, not knowing what he was going to do, but she still said: "Use colors and lines to depict things."

Zhang Chuyao nodded: "What you said is good, but you don't understand it thoroughly enough."

"Oh? Do you have any different opinions?"

Zhang Chuyao nodded. He walked less than one meter behind the maid's face and stopped.

"The painting you mentioned is too one-sided."

As he spoke, Zhang Chuyao stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the maid's eyebrow.

His speed seemed extremely slow, but it made the maid unable to react.

She subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Zhang Chuyao's finger touched the center of her eyebrows.

Enlightenment!

boom!

The maid only felt a roar in her head, followed by a sharp pain.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host’s apprentice, Ling Waner, for understanding painting.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host's apprentice Ling Waner for breaking through to the ninth level as a painter, and the host's level as a painter to the eighth level.]

…

"Painting is a high-level summary and artistic representation of life, and can be integrated with one's own thoughts and artistic conception. Therefore, for painters, thoughts and artistic conception are the most important things."

…

"How is it?" Zhang Chuyao looked at Ling Wan'er's dilated pupils and condensed them again, so he asked aloud.

"This...is this a ninth-grade painter?" Ling Waner couldn't help but get excited.

I broke through!

The person in front of her really didn't lie to her. The realm of a ninth-grade painter that had troubled her for three years was broken through with just one click and a word from him.

"Understood?" Zhang Chuyao smiled, "You have a good foundation in painting. I helped you break through to the ninth grade painter. It's just a push based on your accumulated experience."

"Sir, you are really a master!" The maid hurriedly leaned over and bowed, and her tone of voice was also very respectful. "Sir, you gave me a few casual suggestions, and I made a breakthrough. I wonder what kind of painter you are, sir?"

Zhang Chuyao pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "I just broke through to the eighth level."

The maid thought he was joking about the previous bet between the two of them, so she hurriedly said: "Sir, you are joking. I know that your husband must have acted out the scene just now in order to promote me. I am blind and blind, so please don't blame me."

"

"Since you have reached the level of a ninth-grade painter, I will no longer stay here." With that said, Zhang Chuyao pulled Su Hui to leave.

"Sir, stop!" The maid quickly stopped Zhang Chuyao.

"What else?"

The maid said: "I have just become a disciple, and I haven't given you a cup of apprenticeship tea yet. Master, I invite you to come into the house and give me a chance."

Zhang Chuyao looked at her silently.

The maid quickly revealed her identity: "My disciple's name is Ling Wan'er. She is not a maid. Lord Ling is my father."

Zhang Chuyao looked calm. He had already seen Ling Wan'er's name through the system. After careful consideration, he knew that this person was the daughter of the city lord, otherwise he would not have used the provoking method to prod her.

Su Hui was a little surprised, "Are you the daughter of the city lord?"

"Exactly."

"Then why are you dressed like this?"

Ling Wan'er said mischievously: "Father won't let me go out, but I want to go out for a walk."

"Oh, I see."

"Sir." Ling Wan'er looked at Zhang Chuyao and said, "Why don't we go into the house and talk about it. I have one more thing to ask for."

After walking into the mansion, the person who opened the door for Zhang Chuyao looked confused and puzzled, especially when his own lady called him one after another, he was even more puzzled.

Could it be that my young lady was deceived by him?

This damn liar has deceived our innocent young lady!

You have to report it to the city lord!

…

Ling Waner took Zhang Chuyao to a courtyard.

The courtyard is relatively quiet, with rockeries, running water, small pavilions, and green bamboos, which is very poetic.

"Master, this is my courtyard. I often practice piano and calligraphy here. It's very quiet."

Zhang Chuyao looked around the yard, feeling very poetic, and nodded: "It's really good."

"Master, you wait here, I will bring you tea."

"Wan'er!" Suddenly, a loud male voice came from the quiet yard.

"Father." Ling Waner looked outside the yard and saw her father walking towards her yard.

She hurriedly greeted him, "Father, why are you here?"

"Let me see Wan'er." As he said this, Ling Wushuang looked at Zhang Chuyao and Su Hui, master and apprentice, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Chuyao quickly stood up, bowed to Ling Wushuang and said, "I have met City Lord Ling."

"Sir, you're welcome." Ling Wushuang returned the greeting casually. He looked at Zhang Chuyao with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes, "I heard from my subordinates that sir helped Wan'er break through to the first-class painter?"

Zhang Chuyao nodded. Under the majestic eyes of City Lord Ling, he remained calm and calm, "It's Wan'er who has a lot of experience. I can only guide her."

When City Lord Ling heard the word 'Wan'er' in Zhang Chuyao's mouth, he frowned slightly and said, "That's it."

He looked at Zhang Chuyao with a bit of edge in his eyes, "Sir, you are not only a painter, but also a martial artist? Don't you know, whether it is martial arts or miscellaneous studies, only by concentrating on one can you achieve something?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, it undoubtedly showed Ling Wushuang's suspicion of Zhang Chuyao.

Are you a warrior or a painter?

How high can your achievements be?

"Father, Master is a master. Don't talk to Master like you are a subordinate."

Ling Wushuang's attitude immediately aroused her daughter's dissatisfaction.

"Aren't I worried about you?" Ling Wushuang's attitude towards his daughter was completely different. He quickly smiled and said, "If some people with ulterior motives want to harm you, I'm afraid you are too naive to see it!"

Zhang Chuyao frowned slightly and thought to himself: Who are you implying?

"Don't worry, father. Master is indeed an expert, at least an eighth-grade painter."

"Oh, an eighth-grade painter?" Ling Wushuang looked at Zhang Chuyao, "Such a young eighth-grade painter is rare!"

Hearing this, Zhang Chuyao felt a chill in his heart.

He was clearly disguised as a middle-aged man, but Ling Wushuang bluntly said that he was young. Could it be that he saw something?

"Father, Master, he looks like he is forty years old. How can he be younger?"

"Ha." Ling Wushuang sneered, "Forty years old? I guess he is not even twenty years old?"
To be continued...