Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

His daughter finally smiled, and Sun Shangwu was in a good mood. After leaving the west wing, he excitedly rushed to the Su family's house.

……

"Hey Sun, aren't you very busy? Aren't you busy? Why aren't you busy? Why are you free?"

Sun Shangwu hugged Su Qiutong and coaxed her like a child:

"Tongtong, stop making trouble. Be good and give me the paintings. Tomorrow, I promise to buy you ten paintings. You can choose them yourself! Okay, be good."

Unexpectedly, the trick that had always worked in the past failed to work today, and Su Qiuting struggled desperately to break free.

"Mr. Sun, I bought that painting to give to you, a heartless bastard. I never expected that you would change your mind so easily. I actually hold such a position in your heart. Now, I won't give it to you anymore! Get out of here!"

"It was He'er who wanted the painting. Tongtong, why bother with a junior? Be good, give me the painting, be obedient, ha, be obedient..."

"Hmph! He'er, He'er, don't try to play tricks on me! You haven't been seen for ten days, and I couldn't get you to come! Now you come here in the middle of the night to show your affection, tell me! Did that bitch ask you to come? I don't need her charity, get out of here!"

"Tongtong, sir, silk is on the market these days, and I'm in a hurry..."

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen. Just go with that bitch. You are not welcome here."

"Qiuting, Qiutong, everything I said is true..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen..."

"Tong'er, you don't know how I treat you..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen..."

Su Qiutong took out the calligraphy and painting and slammed it on the table.

"This painting is here! Between me and that bitch, you can only choose one! Either her or me, it's up to you!"

There is no way around it. Men in this situation are often not accepted by both sides. I'm sure some of you who are reading this can relate to this.

Sun Shangwu's curiosity about this calligraphy and painting reached its peak. He walked to the table awkwardly and reached out to open the scroll.

As soon as he saw the poem, Sun Shangwu was furious.

Who the hell wrote this!

are you crazy!

How the hell can this be written?

Isn't this just stirring up hatred?

The better you write, the better!

And this painting!

Why are you drawing a fan!

You can just paint Su Qiuting directly on there!

Qian hasn't seen this poem yet. If she saw it, I don't know what kind of crazy she would be!

You are such a troublemaker, Mr. Fengyin.

Su Qiuting looked at Sun Shangwu with a sneer on her face.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

"Hehe, it looks good."

"How's the poem?"

"Hey, well written, well written."

"Her or me?"

"..."

"Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here..."

……

Sun Shangwu was kicked and beaten by Su Qiuting and was driven out of the Su family compound, not knowing where to go.

He would never dare go home if he couldn't get the calligraphy and paintings. He wouldn't be able to explain to Qian and his daughter.

I can’t enter the Su family compound anymore, and there will be no good ending if I go in.

Sun Shangwu's brows were wrinkled like a folding fan. He stood in Taohua Lane in a daze, not knowing what to do.

"Master, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. I have a plan that may help you relieve your worries." said A Zhong, Sun Shangwu's personal bodyguard.

"Say it quickly!"

"Since both sides want this painting, why not just give one to each of them?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Master, calm down. Isn't the artist of that painting imprisoned in the prison? Master, all you need to do is ask him to paint another identical one..."

"Yes! Why didn't I think of that? Ah Zhong, go to the butler tomorrow to get thirty taels of silver. Come on, follow me to the county government office."

……

"Master, Master, Master..."

County Magistrate Zhao Dezhu was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Fuck your mother, why are you screaming in the middle of the night!"

"In reply to the master, the head of the Sun family in the west of the city came to visit in person and said that he had something important to discuss. He asked me to wake the master up. At this moment, he is still waiting in the front hall."

"What time is it now?"

"My Lord, it's past midnight."

Zhao Dezhu was shocked when he heard this. It was the middle of the night and Sun Shangwu came in person. Could something big have happened?

……

"Brother Zhao, you must save me. I am homeless."

Sun Shangwu grabbed County Magistrate Zhao's hand and shook it up and down desperately.

"Don't be impatient, brother. Sit down and tell me slowly. What's going on?"

County Magistrate Zhao was confused and pulled Sun Shangwu to sit down.

"Now only my brother can save me. You must help me."

"My dear brother, please be at ease. Tell me what happened. I will help you in any way I can."

"Brother, this is what happened..."

Sun Shangwu and Zhao Dezhu are old friends, so there is nothing to hide. Everyone in Buffalo knows about his affairs.

So he told the whole story and asked Mr. Fengyin to draw a picture for him.

After hearing this, Zhao Dezhu began to murmur in his heart. It was just a small favor and not a big deal.

The question is who exactly is that Feng Yin hermit.

At dinner time, Mr. Zhang, who had not been seen for a long time, asked someone to deliver a letter saying that he would visit the prison the next day.

Since the afternoon, Zi Yan has been pestering and making a fuss about meeting that damn Feng Yin hermit. She refused to eat at night and said she would go on a hunger strike in protest for him. She also said that stealing a few buns was not a crime.

This is really strange.

Seeing that County Magistrate Zhao was silent, Sun Shangwu asked quickly, "Brother, is there any difficulty?"

County Magistrate Zhao came to his senses after hearing this and said hurriedly:

"This is a simple matter and it does not violate the rules. Zhuzi, pass on my oral order and take Master Sun to visit him in Cell A."

"A-type cell? Could it be that he has some kind of cultivation?"

"I didn't ask. The squad leader said he was very strong, so I put him in the A cell. The jailers in the A cell were paid for nothing every day, so it was a good opportunity to give them something to do."

"Ah! This... I have something else to ask you, brother. My daughter likes the calligraphy and paintings of Feng Yin Jushi, and asked me to ask you not to torture him. Brother, what do you think this is?"

Zhao Dezhu smiled awkwardly, ignored the question, and said:

"Who isn't? My daughter refused to eat at night and insisted on going to see him. She said she was going on a hunger strike to protest. Tell me, what's wrong with these little kids nowadays?"

"Ah! Is this true?!"

"I just don't understand what's so great about a thief who steals steamed buns being able to write a few crooked poems."

"Brother, did he really steal the buns?"

"No, it was stolen by his servant."

……

This prison is not suitable for ordinary people.

Chu Wen felt uncomfortable all over after being locked up for less than a day and longed for freedom.

In addition, my buttocks hurt and I couldn't sit or stand comfortably. I could only feel comfortable by lying down. Life was extremely miserable.

In the afternoon, Chu Wen suddenly felt a stomachache. He thought to himself that something was wrong and that the gourd must have blocked his intestines.

When Chu Wen was getting anxious, a gourd suddenly popped up in his mind. After feeling it carefully, he found that the gourd was hanging between his eyebrows, which scared Chu Wen to death.

In fear, Chu Wen closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to carefully feel it, and found that this gourd was exactly the same as the gourd he swallowed.

Chu Wen was overjoyed, thinking that the system had finally arrived, and said in his heart: Godfather, is that you, godfather?

After calling for a long time, there was no trace of the system. Chu Wen doubtfully put his consciousness into the gourd and called out as soon as he entered the gourd: Godfather~System~Grandpa~

After shouting for a long time, there was still no response. Chu Wen was not willing to give up. His consciousness wandered around in the gourd. After an hour, he finally gave up.

In addition to the original six exercises, the gourd also contained five books he bought and a few taels of loose silver. There was nothing else.

I clearly swallowed the gourd, so how did it get into my brain?

Chu Wen was confused.

He didn't know that the spiritual treasure needed to be infused with essence and blood in order to recognize its master.

Chu Wen ate the gourd and his intestines were scratched. His blood stained the gourd. By some strange coincidence, the gourd recognized its master and automatically entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Wen tried it secretly several times and found that the gourd was not restricted by the formation in the prison at all. With a thought, the things in the gourd could be taken out, and even the gourd itself could be taken out.

With another thought, the gourd automatically became smaller and flew into the center of the eyebrows.

This made Chu Wen very happy.

This way, you no longer have to worry about someone snatching your treasure.

I keep the things in my brain, let’s see who can snatch them away.