Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 62 County Honor
"call!"

"Suck!"

With the blessing of full-level experience, Zhong Lin has reached the level of a creator in "Chiyang Zhuang Gong". His high-level insights make him seem like a veteran who has practiced Zhuang Gong for decades.

His eyes are slightly closed, and his hands are clasped in front of his chest, as if he is embracing the sun in his arms.

A burning breath emanated from Zhong Lin's body, and the area within three feet was like a furnace.

If you get close to Zhong Lin and listen carefully at this time, you can even hear the sound of blood flowing.

As time passed, sweat appeared on Zhong Lin's forehead and his clothes were wet. It seemed as if his whole body was sweating. The blood flowing through his body seemed to be burning, from warm to boiling hot.

"call!"

Half an hour later, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to exhale a breath of foul air. The foul air condensed in the void and did not dissipate, stretching for several feet.

"My Qi and blood have increased by another three points. It's a pity that I don't have the help of elixirs. Otherwise, it would definitely increase even more. Besides, I don't dare to practice too much, as it will easily cause my body to become deficient."

Zhong Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead and was not very satisfied with the progress of practicing "Chiyang Zhuang Gong" today.

Boom boom boom!
"Zhong Lin, open the door quickly, it's me, Lao Zhou."

Lao Zhou's voice came from outside the door, his tone was very urgent.

Zhong Lin looked puzzled. Why was Old Zhou here at this hour? It wasn't even time to get off work yet. While thinking, he quickly walked over and opened the gate.

"Old Zhou, what's going on?"

Old Zhou didn't say anything, just grabbed Zhong Lin's arm and walked out.

"Fortunately you are at home. Come on, the county magistrate is looking for you."

"Looking for me? But what happened?"

Zhong Lin was even more confused. His identity outside was just a painter, so how could he be invited to meet the county lord?

"I don't know. Hurry up and don't keep the county magistrate waiting for too long."

"Don't drag me!"

At Lao Zhou's urging, the two of them quickly arrived at the county government office.

With the end of the war, the county government gradually returned to its previous order, except that some familiar faces disappeared and some new faces appeared.

Ever since the last incident with Chi Yan, Zhong Lin has rarely appeared in the county government office.

"The county lord is waiting inside, please don't be rude."

Old Zhou whispered an order to Zhong Lin, then stopped and waited outside.

Zhong Lin nodded and walked into the lobby. There were four people sitting on the armchairs on both sides, three men and one woman.

The main seat was occupied by an old man, with a young man and woman sitting on his left and right, while the county lord sat at the lowest seat on the left, below the young man.

This scene also made Zhong Lin stunned for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mood and bowed respectfully, saying, "Zhong Lin greets His Excellency the County Master."

This was also the first time that Zhong Lin met the County Magistrate of Heishan County. He had seen him from afar on the city wall once before, but the County Magistrate looked very embarrassed at that time. But today, he was wearing a black cloud robe and his hair was combed meticulously.

"Are you Zhong Lin?"

The county magistrate's expression was similar to that of Chief Constable Xue Zheng when he first met Zhong Lin, both of them were filled with astonishment.

In their perception, painters are mostly elderly men or scholarly scholars.

But Zhong Lin is a young man with a strong build and slim waist and a childish face. He doesn't look like a painter at all, but rather someone's son.

"It's my subordinate."

"I heard someone say you can draw based on someone else's description?"

"Yes, does the county lord have any instructions?"

"That's great! Come, bring the prisoner in."

At Meixianzun's command, two constables soon came in, carrying a prisoner in shackles.

Zhong Lin's heart skipped a beat when he saw the face of the prisoner. It was Xu Ruo, the "Iron-Armed Sword King" who had fought against the Du family's old master that day. He had never expected that this man had also been captured. This was a master of the sixth-grade Qi and Blood Realm, and now he was a prisoner.

This also made Zhong Lin's arrogance of concentrating his qi and blood and reaching the sixth level of cultivation instantly dissipate.

So what if he was a sixth-rank cultivator? He was still locked up like a dog.

Don't be arrogant!
While he was thinking, someone else prepared pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other tools and brought them in.

"let's start!"

"Yes."

Zhong Lin quickly walked to the table, sat down, and picked up his paintbrush.

Xu Ruo looked up at the old man sitting in the middle and said in a hoarse voice, "If I tell the truth, can you spare my life?"

"Bold."

Meixian Zun slammed the table and shouted angrily, "You dare to negotiate conditions? It seems that the punishment you have given me is not enough. Come, take him out and torture him severely. I don't believe that we can't pry his mouth open."

"All right."

The old man who was drinking tea frowned and put down the teacup in his hand.

"It's rare for a commoner warrior to be able to cultivate to the sixth rank. So what if I spare your life?"

Xu Ruo was overjoyed. He fell to his knees with a thud and bowed his head. The shackles on his neck hit the ground heavily, making a bang.

"Thank you, senior. Thank you, senior."

"Say it!"

"Yes, Military Advisor Han... Han Jin is twenty-five years old, with a pale face and no beard, and delicate features. His eyes..."

As Xu Ruo spoke, the image of a young man appeared in Zhong Lin's mind.

A moment later, Zhong Lin picked up the paintbrush, and within the time it took to stick an incense stick, the image in his mind appeared on the paper.

Zhong Lin had never seen this person before, but he had just heard the word "military advisor". If nothing unexpected happened, he should be the strategist in the previous rebellion, and even the strategy of "losing bones" against the Zhang and Du families might have been thought up by him.

He bent down to blow dry the ink on the paper, then held it out with both hands.

"My lord, the painting is finished."

Xu Ruo looked up at the portrait and said excitedly, "Yes, this is Han Jin."

The others also looked at the portrait in Zhong Lin's hand, and everyone was attracted in an instant.

Like, so similar.

The person in the portrait looks like a real person, as if he could walk out at any time.

"This painting skill is like a knife stabbing your butt—it's really eye-opening!"

The young man who had been silent couldn't help but start praising at this time.

However, even Zhong Lin felt a little strange about the way he praised someone, but he still said, "Thank you for the compliment. It's just a trivial skill, just a way to make a living."

"No no no."

The young man stood up and looked carefully at the painting in Zhong Lin's hand, his eyes shining.

"Your skill is truly extraordinary. I've never seen such fine painting skills before. If you were to paint portraits of prostitutes in a brothel, you'd be making a killing!"

Zhong Lin said nothing, but an awkward and shy smile appeared on his face.

Seeing Zhong Lin's expression, the young man's eyes lit up and he became more interested.
"No... did you really do that?"

Zhong Lin smiled awkwardly: "Life forces me, life forces me."

"Come on, tell me how much it costs?"

"shut up."

(End of this chapter)