I became a saint in the world of Liao Zhai, and flirted with monster girls

"Beat him! Beat him! Beat him—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scholars who came to cool down picked up benches and started fighting, smashing everything they could, including wine jugs and plates.

Anyway, there are big dog owners who pay for it.

I saw several students from the academy fighting each other...

This scene left the scholars from other counties stunned.

Although people in my hometown are also jealous and concerned about face, it is rare to see such fierce fighting as in Beiguo County.

As the autumn examination was approaching, the scholars who thought they would not pass the imperial examination were particularly enthusiastic and would beat those who were good at studying to death.

With the idea that if I fail the exam, you can forget about it, too, I put all my energy into this. As for whether I could kiss the courtesan, I didn't have the energy to think about that.

At that moment, a man suddenly came in from outside and shouted at the hundreds of students who were fighting, as if nothing had happened: "Stop fighting! Yixian is back—"

"what?!"

“You’re back already?!”

"Hahahahahaha..." One person laughed loudly, shaking his messy hair proudly, "This Oiran is from Xiliu College who took the first place—"

This person shook off the debris on his body and shouted: "Today's losses are my responsibility, Zhang Mingdao!"

After saying that, he threw a golden cake to the madam hiding at the foot of the stairs and said, "Leave this Oiran for my brother Yixian!"

Just as the courtesan in the pavilion was about to give some instructions, she heard a commotion downstairs. All the scholars had left, leaving the floor in a mess and the pavilion empty.

What's the use of being an oiran or not? It's just for fun.

Nothing is as interesting as seeing Zhou Yixian’s majesty with your own eyes.

"Yixian!"

"Brother Yixian!"

"Brother Zhou!"

"Brother Zhou, you've had a hard time along the way!"

"Brother Yixian."

Several scholars from the academy came over to greet him with smiles. Fighting was one thing, jealousy was another, but most of the scholars in the academy were very impressed with Zhou Kao.

It's not just that Zhou Kao is good at fighting, but also that Zhou Kao dares to fight those whom they dare not.

Some scholars can only express their ambitions with their mouths, which may cause some regrets and unhappiness.

"Haha, I'm afraid you guys are jealous of each other again, right?"

Zhou Kao saw that they had a bad image and guessed right every time.

"Oh! If I hadn't heard you were back, I would have been settling for a fight."

Zhang Mingdao stepped forward and nudged him with his elbow, smiling and saying,

"Ah, the most beautiful courtesan from the capital, would you like to have a kiss with her?"

"I'm not lucky enough to enjoy it, so you guys should enjoy it, Brother Zhang. The Autumn Examination is coming soon, and I need to retreat to practice questions. I won't be able to play with you guys these days. Oh, Brother Zhang, can you please have a word with me?"

Oh, and I have to give him a son too!!

"Well, that's nothing. When you graduate from high school, you can invite a few courtesans to come over and play with you. I'll cover all the expenses."

Zhang Mingdao patted his chest and became even more enthusiastic towards Zhou Kao. Before, they were just classmates, but now it was different. He was a classmate who became an official, so he had to spend more money to maintain the relationship.

The two walked to a corner.

Zhou Kao said to Zhang Mingdao.

"I heard that Uncle Zhang has been urging Brother Zhang and Sister-in-law to have a child so that he can raise her into a successful person again?"

Zhang Mingdao had a dark face. He and his wife had been married for a year, and it was a family marriage.

Although they are usually very affectionate, Young Master Zhang is still a young man at heart.

I don’t really want a child yet, he’s still a child!!

After hearing Zhou Kao's oral account of what happened in Qiantang, he was also very surprised and said that it was a fate.

He hasn't heard any gossip about his own grandfather yet! !

Besides, Zhou Kao had already said that this was a Qilin child, and he was taking advantage of it! !

He immediately ignored the group of classmates who were still drinking and took Zhou Kao back to Zhang's house.

After arriving at Zhang's house, Zhang Mingdao told his father about this matter.

An old man in his seventies walked towards this side hurriedly, leaning on a cane.

Zhou Kao has to talk to the old man about this in person.

Zhang Mingdao and his father really didn't know about this trivial past.

"Father (Grandfather)*2."

This elderly man, who is nearly 70 years old, is named Zhang Shouyao. He is the father of Mr. Zhang and the grandfather of Zhang Mingdao.

Zhou Kao looked at Mr. Zhang and saw that he was still in good health. He nodded and said, "Old man, do you still remember a woman named Chunhong?"

Zhang Shouyao recalled for a moment, then shuddered and said, "I remember, that was a concubine of mine when I was young. She caused my wife's death in childbirth, and out of fear of punishment, she hanged herself. How did you know the name of this concubine of mine, Zhou?"

"I met her in the underworld. She was punished by the Ghost King to clean her placenta in the underworld to atone for her sins. I think she still has some kindness in her. After all these years of death, she still can't forget the fact that she killed Grandpa Zhang and your wife.

"I want to return a son to your Zhang family to atone for my sins. It's fate, Zhang Mingdao and I are good brothers. Well, this is a good thing now," Zhou Kao said.

"Chunhong, Chunhong is still thinking about this matter. After decades, she still can't forget what happened in the underworld."

Zhang Shouyao couldn't hold back his tears. "She was originally a kind woman. It was only because she believed the wrong slander that she ended up in such a disaster. What happened back then can't be blamed entirely on her."

Zhang Mingdao quickly stepped forward to support the old man.

"May I ask, Chunhong has been atoning for her sins in the underworld for decades, so can't she be reincarnated?"

Zhou Kao said, "Well, not really. Only by washing her hands until they are rotten can she atone for her sins. She has committed seven sins, killing two people, a baby and a woman. Her sins are not small, and they cannot be offset by good deeds."

Chapter 86 Dragon and Horse Picture

Zhou Kao took out the jade fetus and told Mr. Zhang and the others some things to pay attention to.

He placed this crystal clear and shining gem in Zhang's hand.

Zhang subconsciously reached out to catch it.

After holding it, I felt that the jade was light and cool, without a trace of weight. When I looked closely, I saw that there seemed to be a vague shadow of a baby curled up inside the jade, sleeping soundly.

"Grandpa, Dad, and husband, how do you look at this?" Zhang held the jade fetus in front of Mr. Zhang and the others.

"Okay, okay, Le'er, do as Zhou says and swallow this precious jade. This way, our Zhang family will be able to give birth to a new generation. A great-grandson, hahahaha. You kid!! Don't make trouble!!"

Old Master Zhang was no longer sad at this time, and he slapped away Zhang Mingdao's hand that wanted to take it and look.

He smiled and told his granddaughter-in-law to quickly swallow the jade fetus.

The old man naturally wanted to hold a great-grandson in his arms as soon as possible, but Zhang Mingdao was such an unfilial boy.

This brat just won’t give birth!!

He also said some nonsense like he is still a child and doesn't want to raise a child too early.

Mr. Zhang really wanted to give him a good beating and beat his ass to pieces. What a bastard, he gave birth to a child but didn’t even need him to raise it!

In Mr. Zhang's expectant eyes,

Zhou Kao picked up the silver needle that was given to him, pricked it into Zhang Mingdao's hand, and dripped a drop of blood onto the jade fetus.

See this.

Remember what Zhou Kao said.

Zhang nodded and opened her mouth to swallow the precious jade.

It was strange that as soon as the jade touched the saliva, it immediately slid into the stomach and was swallowed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that a heavy matter in his heart had been resolved, Mr. Zhang seemed to have become a little younger.

Extremely happy.

"Zhou boy, I'm here to thank you. Before I die, I can hold my great-grandson in my arms. I have to thank you very much! Hahahaha!!!"

After saying this, Mr. Zhang gestured again and asked the servant to go to the study to get the painting.

After hearing the old man's instructions, Zhang Mingdao raised his head in surprise, which had just been lowered after being scolded.

He winked at Zhou Kao, indicating that Zhou Kao would get a treasure.

"Mr. Zhang, what you said is too serious. I didn't give Qilin'er to Brother Zhang just for money." Zhou Kao said.

Old Master Zhang said, "I understand what Zhou means, but I've watched you grow up. How could I take advantage of you? I've also heard about your deeds. That painting might be a help to you!"

Seeing how sincere the old man looked, Zhou Kao found it difficult to refuse.

"Since Master Zhang has said so, then I will respectfully obey your orders."

Zhou Kao had no choice but to bow in return and accept the gift.

"Hahaha, Zhou kid, just watch!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Zhang's face.

At this time, a servant from Zhang's house brought in a wooden box.

"Master, the painting is here."

At this time, Mr. Zhang said, "You little brat, why don't you help Le'er back to his room to rest? And prepare a guest room for our distinguished guest to rest."

"Mr. Zhang, you are too polite. It's not my place to disturb you at night," Zhou Kao said.

"You and my unfilial grandson are classmates and friends, so why should we be so polite? Moreover, today, Zhou has given me a great-grandson. If I don't fulfill my duty as a good host, wouldn't people in the county laugh at me if the news got out?

Zhou Xiaozi, please don't delay. Come, now that the painting has been delivered, you might as well appreciate it. I believe you will like it."

After saying this, Mr. Zhang smiled, glared at his grandson who was helping his granddaughter-in-law back to her room, then opened the wooden box and hung up the painting.

The painting is simple and the paper is yellowed. It is quite old. It depicts a snow-white horse with a slender body, resembling both a horse and a dragon, strong and powerful, and extraordinary.

"Dragon and Horse Picture."

Zhou Kao looked at the big words on the painting, then casually glanced at the so-called dragon horse, but his face suddenly changed. He actually saw the dragon horse running and neighing in the painting, as if it was about to jump out of the painting and rush into the hall. It was not only lifelike, but also seemed to come alive.

"My dear, this is a treasure! A divine horse!!"

Little Tai Sui's voice echoed in Zhou Kao's ears.

Just as Zhou Kao was looking at the dragon horse in the painting in amazement, the snow-white dragon horse seemed to have seen Zhou Kao as well. It tilted its head slightly and looked at him with a pair of curious eyes.

Those eyes are so lively that people would never doubt that the horse is just a thing in the painting. It looks like a real living horse.

The man and the horse looked at each other through the painting and fell silent.

“This painting is unusual.”

After a while, Zhou Kao withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and said in surprise.

Old Master Zhang stroked his beard and smiled, "Of course it's unusual. Young Zhou, do you know who painted this?"

Zhou Kao looked around the painting again and finally found a name in the corner: Zhang Sengyou.

"What? It's actually a painting by Zhang Sengyou." Zhou Kao said in surprise.

"Indeed, and it is an authentic work by Zhang Sengyou," said Mr. Zhang.

Zhou Kao said, "Zhang Sengyou's authentic painting is truly a treasure passed down through the ages. Master Zhang is truly blessed to have it."

Such a famous painting is hard to come by, and this painting is too precious, so it is easy to attract people's covetousness.

It is difficult to obtain, and even more difficult to keep this painting.

Take, for example, the paintings of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi: who would dare to keep them at home? Even the slightest word would be enough to bring disaster. Even if the emperor knew about it, he would forcefully demand the return of your works.

(Just you, the stamping maniac, the barrage maniac, Hongli.)

This is the crime of possessing a treasure.

Of course, Zhang Sengyou’s paintings may not be as good as Wang Xizhi’s original works, but for scholars who love paintings, they are priceless treasures.

Even someone like Zhou Kao who didn't like painting felt excited.