I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

After hearing Zhang Yangqing's words, the elderly woman wearing reading glasses came to her senses.

He looked away from the photo and took in the young man in front of him.

She even glanced at the maned monkey standing guard nearby.

In fact, even without that photo, just by looking at her face shape and temperament, one can guess that she must have been a beauty when she was young.

"I used to date here often with my boyfriend, but one day decades ago, he said he had something very important to tell me the next day. I knew he was going to propose to me, so I kept waiting, but until now, he still hasn't shown up."

The elderly woman spoke very gently, as if she was telling a beautiful story, and when people listened, a romantic movie scene emerged in their minds.

Zhang Yangqing didn't interrupt her until she finished speaking, then asked softly, "What's your boyfriend's job? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"He is an animal trainer, just like you."

The old woman's fingers gently stroked the photo and continued, "His pets all like him very much. If you can help me find out about him and bring back some keepsakes."

Her voice was choked with sobs as she took out a faded circus badge from her bosom and handed it to Zhang Yangqing.

There is a 'water bottle' pattern on it.

Zhang Yangqing took the badge and nodded. It turned out that they were from the same industry.

It might be another dangerous clue.

This Aquarius circus is definitely not as simple as imagined.

Zhang Yangqing once asked her elderly son-in-law why she didn't go to the Aquarius Circus to find her boyfriend.

She said she couldn't leave the area. Zhang Yangqing knew it was because of the rules, so he didn't ask any further.

In Zhang Yangqing's opinion, her task was not so easy to complete, so if she wanted to know what kind of coffee she could drink, she could only go to another one.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yangqing stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man who was painting, and sat down opposite him: "What are you painting?"

The middle-aged man raised his head with a confused look in his eyes: "I keep dreaming about a woman. I always feel that she should have some connection with me. I want to find her, so I plan to draw her and ask around."

He looked at his crooked drawing in distress, "But I can't draw it like it."

Zhang Yangqing agrees with this point. This is not just a poorly drawn painting, it is simply the work of a painter with his soul.

I almost drew someone like a stick figure. Who could recognize him?

After complaining inwardly, Zhang Yangqing took the initiative to say, "I'm a part-time painter. Can you describe her appearance to me?"

This sentence made many people outside the big screen stunned.

On Mount Longhu, Xiao Xuan wondered, "When did the head teacher become a painter? Why didn't I know?"

Under normal circumstances, Senior Brother Su Muyu would have doubted as much as Xiao Xuan did. However, Su Muyu simply said casually, "Yang Qing's painting skills are top-notch in the world. Master's portraits were all painted by him."

Xiao Xuan was also very moved in his heart. As a man who wanted to catch up with Zhang Yangqing, he also planned to develop in an all-round way.

But who would have thought that Zhang Yangqing was so comprehensive and knew everything.

In fact, it was normal for Zhang Yangqing to be able to draw. When the old Taoist taught him to write talismans, he also taught him how to draw talismans for gods and ghosts.

That is to say, use pen and ink to draw some spiritual beasts, and then use special skills to activate them, and the spiritual beasts will be able to come out of the scroll.

But to achieve this, the requirements are very high.

First of all, the paintbrush must be made of high-quality raw materials from Yunling, the scroll also needs to be made of high-quality wood, and the painter must have top-notch painting skills, etc.

Su Muyu hadn’t thought too much about it before. After all, there were very few materials for cultivation at that time. Just making these props required a lot of materials. This kind of cultivation was very unconventional and also very expensive.

It is different now. There are many magical herbs and trees in Longhu Mountain. He was thinking that when Zhang Yangqing comes back, he can also teach some disciples with good painting skills to practice painting gods and ghosts.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing never thought that he would have to add another job after returning just by casually demonstrating a skill.

Just like the last time he demonstrated the fire spell, Su Muyu guessed that he could make pills.

Su Muyu was also very curious about how the master taught Zhang Yangqing to practice.

Strange, how come in my memory, Master didn't seem to care about Zhang Yangqing, and usually urged us to practice. That's right, the old master was a little upset by Zhang Yangqing.

Every night, he pondered over how to make things difficult for Zhang Yangqing the next day, that is, to teach Zhang Yangqing some unconventional things, to let Zhang Yangqing know how hard it was to practice, and to ask himself to answer his questions and resolve his doubts.

If you are a master yourself, you will definitely like this kind of attitude from your disciples.

The next day, the old Taoist priest taught Zhang Yangqing these unusual things, and looked forward to Zhang Yangqing asking questions.

As a result, Zhang Yangqing figured it out after thinking about it for a while.

Zhang Yangqing was able to explain the points that the old Taoist priest himself couldn't figure out last night.

Isn't this just a matter of mentality? Even a genius can't be so unfathomable.

Therefore, the old master can only urge other disciples to practice. Only when he sees these stupid disciples can he regain the feeling of being a master.

In his opinion, Su Muyu and others are normal people. Isn’t Zhang Yangqing a human being?

But even so, every time he was outside, no matter who mentioned Zhang Yangqing, he looked proud.

In the world of ghost stories, the middle-aged man was naturally overjoyed to hear that Zhang Yangqing was a painter.

He immediately handed over a pen and paper, and then described to Zhang Yangqing what the woman in his dreams every day looked like. His description was actually a little vague. After all, it was a dream, and dreams are vague.

Zhang Yang sketched with great vigor and vitality and soon completed a sketch: the woman in the painting had a high nose bridge, slightly thick lips, and big wavy hair.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's her!" The middle-aged man's voice trembled with excitement. "Thank you so much!"

Zhang Yangqing was able to draw it in one go, and it was very lifelike. His speed was much faster than that of the Chosen Ones of the same period.

Coincidentally, the chosen one of Hans Kingdom is actually an art student.

His name is Adolf Mann.

He originally thought that with his level, he could accomplish it in minutes.

Who knew it would take him five drawings to finish the painting? He was so angry that he wanted to explode the middle-aged man's head.

For those chosen ones who can’t draw, you can also use some tricks here.

You can go outside and find some mud and slowly shape the face, which is better than drawing it from scratch.

If you don't have a talent for art, you can go to the first floor where there is a tree man who knows this, but he will only help you if you give him blood, and the price you pay is not small.

The task was completed, and Zhang Yangqing went straight to the point: "Do you often drink coffee here?"

"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded.

"So what kind of coffee can help the body?"

“That’s silt vanilla coffee, naturally.”

After getting the key information, Zhang Yangqing went to table 17 and pressed the bell.

The waiter appeared like a ghost, Zhang Yangqing showed the flyer and ordered a cup of silt vanilla coffee using the free machine.

In fact, he was a little curious. Could the flyers be lit after being burned like this?

"Do you want to drink here or take away?" asked the waiter.

Hearing this answer, it should be possible.

"Pack up." Zhang Yangqing said without hesitation.

He didn't want to stay in this weird place for even a second longer.

It’s not because I’m afraid, but I have a lot of tasks to do tonight and I don’t want to waste time.

(End of this chapter)