Just as Lin Chong used a marker to draw a heavy circle to trap the detailed painting of the scholar, and was about to make two more strokes to draw a cross to cut the scholar into four pieces.

He suddenly felt dazed.

It's like feeling dizzy from low blood sugar.

The surroundings became a bit dreamy.

Then it settled down again.

The next second, Lin Chong saw a wonderful sight.

In the circle drawn by the marker, the scholar suddenly grew bigger and bigger, from a scholar drawn with fine brushstrokes, to a real person wearing a green robe, a square scarf on his head, with a handsome face, and a bit like Zhang Geshen!

You...? Lin Chong was startled and took a few steps back. He accidentally bumped into the wall, but it didn't hurt. He looked at the wall and couldn't help wondering, what is...?

"My dear brother, why do you want to harm me for no reason?" The scholar was still standing in the circle, bowing to Lin Chong, his tone very elegant.

"What... are you?" Lin Chong took a defensive stance. In his self-centered world at home, the last creature that looked like a real person was his clone, Lin Haoheng. He couldn't help but be cautious.

"My surname is Lu, and I have the honor of being a scholar. You can just call me Mr. Lu," the scholar replied.

"And then?" Seeing that he didn't pose any threat, Lin Chong slowly approached him, but he still held the hammer he had picked up from the corner in his hand.

"What then? Oh, I am twenty-two years old this year and still unmarried. My family also has a few acres of land. If there are suitable girls, sir, can you introduce one or two to me?" The scholar said with a smile.

"Why are you in my house?" Lin Chong approached him and touched him for a while. He felt plump and looked exactly like a real person. What the hell was going on?

"Brother, why are you touching me? I don't have the habit of sharing peaches with men." The scholar was unhappy.

"Don't bother with those useless things." Lin Chong snorted coldly, weighing the hammer in his hand and looking at the person in front of him. He was just an ordinary person, no, a two-dimensional person with ordinary combat power, who turned into a real person with ordinary combat power.

"Tell me the truth. Who on earth are you? Why are you in my house? What are you doing here?"

"I was traveling around when I was captured by that abominable flower demon. When I woke up, I found myself here...Brother, what do you want with that crude thing in your hand? Are you going to hit me?" The scholar had a generous expression on his face. "Scholars are upright all their lives. Even if you hit me...ah!"

Lin Chong hit him on the left cheek with a hammer.

The scholar cried out in pain.

Lin Chong found that he could not move, and taking a closer look, he saw that his two toes were squeezed together, standing in a small ink circle, but no matter how his upper body moved, his toes were nailed there as if stuck.

Could it be... Lin Chong had an idea in mind and swung his hammer again.

Hey~ The scholar flashed and chuckled, "I have also learned martial arts for a few years..."

Bang!

With his other hand, Lin Chong held the wrench and hit the scholar hard as he dodged.

"Oh my! You cannot punish a doctor or a scholar with cangues. How rude of you, brother!"

Left-handed hammer, bang!

"It hurts! Why did you hit me?"

Adjustable wrench in the right hand, bang!

"How can I allow my integrity to be violated by such a scoundrel?"

Left-handed hammer...

"Brother, brother, let's talk it over. Stop fighting."

The scholar's mouth and eyes were crooked after being beaten, but there was no blood. It was like a puppet with a lid on. Seeing him like this, Lin Chong had a better idea of ​​what was going on.

"Who are you?" Lin Chong asked again with a cold snort.

"I am really just a humble scholar... Hey, don't hit me, don't hit me. I was just enlightened by Lu Zu and entered the Huangliang Gate, so I can barely be considered a monk." The scholar said cautiously while looking at the hammer and wrench in Lin Chong's hands.

"What is the Huangliang Gate?" Lin Chong asked again.

"It is the Huangliang Immortal Sect, one of the twenty-four immortal sects. No matter which sect I join, I still feel that I am a scholar. A dream of Huangliang has ruined my future, which is really a great regret in this life." The scholar sighed.

"Who is Lu Zu?"

"It's the Pure Yang Taoist Lu Dongbin." The scholar bowed to the sky to show his respect.

I've heard of this. Lin Chong nodded, but there was a great uproar in his heart. He thought that the scholar in front of him was the incarnation of some monster or ghost, but he didn't expect that he was one of the orthodox twenty-four immortal sects?

Huangliangxian?

Huangliangxian is the line man?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The painting styles of these twenty-four immortal sects are becoming more and more unique.

"Am I... under an illusion?" Lin Chong had this guess when he didn't feel any pain when he hit the wall just now. The hammer in his left hand and the wrench in his right hand were not at hand, but the thought came to him as soon as he thought about it, which made him more certain of this idea.

"No, no, this is the Huangliang Dream Entering Method. It's not some cheap trick like illusion, but the great art of the immortals that exists in a dream of three thousand worlds." The scholar's shaking head made Lin Chong's hammer and wrench in his hand eager to move.

But bear with me for now.

"It was clearly daytime just now. I wasn't sleeping, let alone dreaming. How could you make me dream?" Lin Chong couldn't help but be surprised. He fell asleep without any signs. This guy is an expert in curing insomnia.

"That's it." The scholar shook his head even more proudly.

"Anytime and anywhere? Then why did you just remember to communicate with me? Were you teasing me before?" Lin Chong weighed the hammer and wrench in his hand. You have never been hit by the heavy hammer of ideology.

"No, no, no." The scholar hurriedly explained, sternly saying, "My lifelong wish is to enter a woman's sweet and springy dreams, and I never want to enter a man's foul and smelly dreams. If you hadn't beaten me so hard, I would never surrender! I would never break this rule!"

"You are able to express your admiration in such a fresh and refined way." Lin Chong was a little impressed.

"Alright, now tell me in detail about the Huangliang Immortal Sect and the Three Thousand Dream Entering Methods. How many people are there in your group, what is your position in it, how many people are under you, what is the technique, how do you practice it, what is the secret of entry, tell me everything honestly, otherwise... hehe."

As soon as Lin Chong had an idea, he replaced the hammer and wrench in his hands with an angle grinder. He pulled the switch and the machine made a buzzing sound, which was very scary.

"Brother, you are acting like a robber!" Lu Sheng was so scared that his face turned pale.

"So what if you're a robber? Since you're entering my house, don't you need to leave some money for bribery? Do you know what it means that I own this mountain and I plant these trees?" Lin Chong put the angle grinder close to Lu Sheng's face.

"Lu Zu once said: The Dharma should not be passed on easily!" Lu Sheng screamed.

Lin Chong suddenly felt dizzy, as if his hypoglycemia had returned to normal, and everything in the world suddenly became refreshed.

He was still standing in front of the coffee table. On the page of the comic book in front of him, there were many circles drawn with a marker. The scholar in the detailed painting was curled up in the circle. If it were not for the four words "The law is not easily passed on" still echoing in his ears, Lin Chong would almost think he was daydreaming.

This Huangliang Immortal Sect is quite something.

Lin Chong couldn't help but reveal an expression of great interest.

want to.

Today's first update~