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In Taoist Priest Qingfu's room, several people from Taiyi Sect were observing Zhang Qiuhan's calligraphy and painting with surprised expressions, nodding their heads in praise.

Feng Xingtong on the side saw that everyone spoke so highly of Zhang Qiuhan's calligraphy and painting, he said:

"Guys, the owner of this calligraphy and painting is fishing in the back garden. I see that all the experts admire Uncle Qiu Han's calligraphy and painting so much. How about going to meet him in person?"

Feng Xingtong is Feng Zhenghao's son, so naturally he calls Zhang Qiuhan uncle.

Although he has never met Zhang Qiuhan, he is not bad at basic greeting etiquette.

Although Feng Xingtong is not as good at winning over people as Feng Chenyue, he still has some businessman temperament and acting style that he has been influenced by since childhood, and his face-saving skills are much better than those of his peers.

Several people from the Taiyi Sect were overjoyed when they heard that the master was here. The four of them's eyes lit up, and they wished they could see the master right away.

Zheng Xiusheng, as the most senior among the few people, was also very surprised at this time. After all, he would be greatly inspired by being able to meet and talk with such an expert in detail.

Zheng Xiusheng hurriedly said to Feng Xingtong:

"Little friend, can you really introduce this expert to us?"

Feng Xingtong chuckled and said:

"That's natural. Four of you, please follow me."

With that said, Feng Xingtong opened the door first and led the four of them to the back garden.

The four people from Taiyi sect hurriedly followed. The four of them went downstairs to the entrance of the back garden. Zheng Xiusheng hurriedly straightened his clothes and went to see the master. He was very excited.

Zhang Qiuhan was sitting under a tree fishing with Feng Zhenghao. When the fish float moved, Zhang Qiuhan immediately raised his pole and caught two more fish.

Zhang Qiuhan laughed and pulled the fish down, pulled the fish's mouth until it was long, and threw it into the river, cursing that the fish was really stupid.

Although Feng Zhenghao on the side had made up his mind to use this koi Loulan worth tens of millions to please Zhang Qiuhan, Feng Zhenghao was shocked when he saw Zhang Qiuhan picking fish so carelessly and throwing the fish back into the river. Flesh hurts.

Zhang Qiuhan fished for more than ten hours yesterday. With the bonus of the number of fish, he gained 200 hours of fishing leisure time. Now his Ju Ling Qian Jiang has reached the perfect state, 700/1600 hours, only 900 hours short. You can reach the realm of sainthood.

According to the current speed, it means that if you fish for five more days, you can reach the highest level of cultivation.

Zhang Qiuhan and Feng Zhenghao were chatting and fishing when Feng Xingtong, a white-haired man, came over with four people.

The four of them were all wearing decent, soap-colored short traditional Taoist uniforms, and they looked like they were members of the Taoist sect.

Zhang Qiuhan turned his head and glanced, wondering what were these people doing here? You're not here for fishing, are you?

Now I am fishing at a good pace, but I want to be sure not to be disturbed by them.

Feng Zhenghao also saw a few people brought by Feng Xingtong. He frowned slightly. He was fishing with Zhang Qiuhan. Why was Xingtong so disrespectful that he brought outsiders to disturb them?

When he saw Taoist Qingfu, he already guessed Feng Xingtong's intention of bringing people here. It seemed that he came to the back garden to disturb them in order to win over Taoist Qingfu.

Feng Zhenghao sighed in his heart. If in the past, he had the opportunity to attract talents like Taoist Master Qingfu, Feng Zhenghao would definitely be very happy.

But if Zhang Qiuhan's elegance was disturbed for someone like Taoist Master Qingfu, then Feng Zhenghao would not be able to accept it.

Feng Xingtong had just brought four Taiyi sect masters to the river. Before he could speak, Feng Zhenghao said with an unhappy expression:

"Xingtong, can't you see that I'm fishing with Qiuhan? Why are you so rude and bring outsiders here to disturb us?"

Feng Zhenghao's words were a little harsh, and his face was a little unhappy.

After hearing this, Feng Xingtong was a little puzzled. In the past, his father would be very concerned about recruiting talents to enter the world. Today, his intention to bring people here is very obvious. Why is his father so unwelcome?

The four Taiyi sect priests behind Feng Xingtong also noticed that Feng Zhenghao was a little impatient, but they didn't show anything.

After all, Feng Zhenghao is the president of the Tianxiahui and the largest alien force among the people. His current status is naturally much higher than that of Taoist priests from the declining sect.

In addition, the four of them also wanted to meet the expert who was good at spells.

So the four of them turned their heads to the side, pretending not to see Feng Zhenghao's impatience.

Feng Xingtong scratched his head and said with some embarrassment:

"How about I take these four Taiyi sect masters to rest first, and then I won't bother you again when you have time?"

Feng Xingtong's words made the four people behind him even more embarrassed. What does it mean to bother them two again when there is time? Why, fishing has become a serious business for them?

Although the boss of the four was unwilling, he couldn't help but pretend to appreciate the surrounding scenery.

Feng Zhenghao just wanted to speak.

Zhang Qiuhan, who was holding a fishing rod at the side, his eyes lit up. Taiyi sect, isn't that a sect that specializes in spells?

He looked at the four people again and understood clearly. It seemed that the 400 hours of writing leisure time just obtained were contributed by these four people.

He quickly stood up and said to Feng Xingtong:

"This is Xingtong, right? Since the four masters from the Taiyi sect are here, let's go fishing and chat together."

Seeing what Zhang Qiuhan said, Feng Xingtong didn't know what to do for a moment, and hurriedly looked at his father Feng Zhenghao.

Feng Zhenghao hurriedly said with a smile:

"Xingtong, Qiu Han has said so, why don't you introduce me quickly?"

Feng Xingtong blinked. He didn't know why his father Feng Zhenghao cared so much about what Uncle Qiu Han said. Just now, the boss was not happy, but now because of Uncle Qiu Han's words, he couldn't wait to ask him to introduce the four Taiyi sect. Master.

Although Feng Xingtong was puzzled, he still introduced to everyone:

"These four are masters of the Taiyi sect. This is Taoist Master Qingfu. We have all met before. This is Mr. Sun Wuwei, Taoist Master Qingfu's junior brother. This is Mr. Wang Qiuzhen, Taoist Master Qingfu's junior uncle. This is Mr. Wang Qiuzhen, Taoist Master Qingfu's junior uncle. He is the master of the Taiyi Sect today, Mr. Zheng Xiusheng.”

"Guys, this is my father Feng Zhenghao."

Zheng Xiusheng said to Feng Zhenghao with a smile:

"It is rumored that Mr. Feng will always be young and promising. When I saw him today, the rumors turned out to be true."

Strictly speaking, Zheng Xiusheng was Feng Zhenghao's elder, but now that he was on his territory, he naturally had to praise his master.

Feng Zhenghao also stood up and said with a smile:

"Haha, Daozhang Zheng came here in person, I don't know why?"

Zheng Xiusheng said nothing, but looked at Feng Xingtong, waiting for Feng Xingtong to introduce the purpose of their trip.

Feng Xingtong said hurriedly:

"Father, they admire Uncle Qiu Han very much after seeing his calligraphy and paintings, so they want to come and get to know Uncle Qiu Han."

After that, Feng Xingtong introduced Zheng Xiusheng and others:

"Four Taoist priests, this is Uncle Zhang Qiuhan. The words you just read were written by him."

Zheng Xiusheng was shocked when he heard Feng Xingtong's introduction.

The calligraphy and painting that surprised him were actually written by such a young boy?

Impossible, how could a young boy comprehend that magic cultivation level, which is as high as a mountain? !

This kid must have taken the calligraphy and paintings of his parents and showed them off everywhere, and he just happened to be lucky!

Zheng Xiusheng's eyes were full of suspicion, and then he said to Qingfu:

"Qingfu, have you ever seen this little friend write in person?"

Qingfu didn’t know why Master Zheng Xiusheng asked this question, but he still said honestly:

"The disciple only saw the calligraphy and painting, but not the master's personal writing."

Zheng Xiusheng smiled proudly after hearing this. Look, it was exactly what he had guessed.