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At this time, Jun Hao was already mounted on a fast horse, escaping more than five hundred kilometers away.

With the power of the Chen Clan, if they wanted to search for him, it wouldn't take too long. He had to find a way to change his appearance, and it would be best if he could have a new identity in order to have his own freedom.

This time, he brought quite a bit of banknotes with him. They were all personal money that he had saved up on a daily basis, around two thousand taels. It was enough for him to live for a long time.

Thus, he bought a loose robe and pasted on a fake beard. He put down half of his long hair to cover half his face and used some cushions to support his body so that his figure did not look so thin. Looking at the lake and seeing his somewhat unfamiliar face, he nodded his head in satisfaction.

However, the current Jun Hao was extremely confused, he did not know what to do, in his previous life, he had almost always followed the direction that the Chen family had arranged for him.

At that time, he felt like a little bird trapped in a cage. Although he didn't worry about food or clothes, he lived a comfortable life, just like a marionette. The Chen family led him to the east, but he wouldn't head west.

Originally, he had planned to continue painting after leaving the Chen Clan, but two days ago, he suddenly didn't know why he had done so.

At the same time, in the Chen Palace, the Chen Family's Palace Chief, Chen Ankang, had a face full of anger. He slammed the table as he continuously berated Chen Fengxiao, saying that he could not even teach his own child properly, and was simply a piece of trash.

As for the Ji Family, it was extremely unexpected. They never thought that Jun Hao would actually choose to escape the marriage.

The more Ji Yanzhi thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She had waited for this day for too long, and for Jun Hao's sake, she dressed herself up extremely beautifully. Before coming to the Chen family, she was so excited that she didn't sleep for the entire night.

It was just that she did not think that everything she had prepared with all her effort was all for naught. She did not even see Jun Hao face to face.

Da Kui, who had rushed over from his home, was extremely surprised. After that, his face revealed a complicated expression, and at this moment, he hated Jun Hao, and actually betrayed his most beloved woman.

Therefore, Da Kui hurriedly rushed in front of Ji Yanzhi to comfort him: "Yanzhi, don't cry, I'll go and capture that stinking brat right now. That bastard actually dared to do such a thing, this is truly going too far!"

As he spoke, he passed his specially prepared gift to the Ji Clan and turned around to charge out.

But when Ji Yanzhi saw this, she actually pulled Da Kui back, and her eyes contained tears, she shook her head at Da Kui.

Being pulled by Ji Yanzhi, Da Kui suddenly stopped and looked at Ji Yanzhi with an inquiring expression.

In the next moment, Ji Yanzhi suddenly hugged Da Kui and sobbed soundlessly.

Seeing that, Da Kui's expression became even more complicated. He raised his hands to hug Ji Yanzhi tightly, but as if he had thought of something, his hands froze in mid air, and did not fall for a long time.

But at this moment, Jun Hao fell into an incomparably painful state. For the entire three days and three nights, he sat in front of the drawing board in a daze without eating, drinking, or resting. However, the drawing paper in front of him was still completely blank.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was growing paler.

"Why? Why on earth should I paint? " Chen Jun Hao kept asking himself in his heart.

"Because you like it. If you like it, you can draw it. How can there be so many reasons?" At this time, a slightly aged voice came from behind Jun Hao.

"That's right! Because I like it! " Jun Hao's tired eyes immediately lit up.

At this time, Jun Hao realised that standing behind him was a ruddy haired old man with a clean beard. He looked kind and kind, but was full of spirit.

Seeing this, Jun Hao felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he could not remember who he was, so he asked: May I know how to address senior?

Hearing this, the elder laughed out loud, "A full body of disreputable reputation, what's the point of it?"

After hearing what was said, Jun Hao thoughtfully nodded his head and said: "Senior, may I ask what is a painting?"

When the old man heard this, he revealed a look of surprise and said, "The painting, the painting, the painting, and the painting."

Hearing that, Jun Hao's eyes became brighter, he held the brush in his hand, drew his world, drew his heart, drew what he saw, drew what he thought!

The next moment, his mind was flooded with thoughts. He lifted his head and happened to see a row of geese flying past him. Immediately, he felt his worries disappearing, as if he had suddenly become enlightened and the sunlight shone through the mountain peaks onto his body, bringing warmth to his body.

Just then, Jun Hao suddenly put down the dry brush in his hand and started to draw ink, then he started to rinse the row of brushes beside his drawing board with water from his ocean bowl. Once the ink was smeared on the brushes, a heroic feeling suddenly surged from his heart, and in the next moment, Jun Hao's brush had already landed on his drawing paper!

The brush in Jun Hao's hand moved quickly across the drawing paper, outlining an imposing manner, causing continuous mountain peaks to quickly appear on the drawing paper, the levels of the ink were faint and dense, following that, Jun Hao's wrist turned over and over again, forming a zigzagged mountain path.

Just then, Jun Hao raised his brush again and pointed it out, only to see green trees surrounding the mountain, he looked extremely beautiful, after that, Jun Hao's brush started to become gentle, and on the drawing, there were many wild geese flying in the air, and in an instant, the entire picture became lively and lively!

At this moment, the old man standing behind Jun Hao suddenly revealed a hint of shock. He wanted to speak, but he was afraid of disturbing Jun Hao, because at this moment, his expression was already filled with seriousness as he carefully observed Jun Hao's every line.

At this time, Jun Hao changed his brush and stained it with red ink. He added a dazzling red sun to the drawing and used light ink to draw blue skies and white clouds. In an instant, the entire drawing seemed to come alive, causing Jun Hao to nod his head.

"Pah pah pah …" At this moment, a burst of applause suddenly came from behind Jun Hao. When Jun Hao heard this, he turned around and smiled at the old man.

When the old man saw this, he showed a bold smile and said, "Yan Jin is worried. Wonderful! Wonderful! "

When Jun Hao heard that, his eyes lit up, revealing a look of respect, he then brought out a brush that he usually used to inscribe, and handed it over to the old man: "Senior, please bestow me a poem!"

Hearing this, the old man did not refuse and directly accepted the brush, bringing up the poem. The old man drew with his brush and in one breath, like a dragon and a phoenix dancing, he completed it with one stroke, and two lines of black text instantly appeared on the painting, which seemed to add a bit more brilliance to the painting!

Soon after, the old man wrote a row of small words in his small hands: "Great Zhou's New Year September Zhou Daoxuan!"

Seeing this, Jun Hao's face revealed a look of shock. He did not expect that such a powerful being would come to this kind of place, hence he revealed a look of respect and said, "So senior is the Art Sage, Zhou Daoxuan!"

Hearing Jun Hao's words, Zhou Daoxuan laughed: "It's just a title, but you, this young lad with extremely good talent, did not you create the painting just now?"

Hearing that, Jun Hao cupped his fists and said: "Junior's work is clumsy, I have let senior down!"

Zhou Daoxuan, however, waved his hands when he heard this: "Can you call me 'writing'?"