Wang Fang accompanied Zhou Yetong for half a day of class, which can be regarded as giving himself a half day off for many busy days.

Riding a horse and jogging on the grass, breathing in fresh air, there was a beautiful girl chirping beside her. Whether it was mental fatigue or physical fatigue, it was wiped out.

However, Wang Fang did not indulge himself too much. At noon, he bid farewell to Zhou Yetong and left Mo Yu Painting Academy.

When Wang Fang walked out of the main entrance of Mo Yu Painting Academy, Xuan Scorpion immediately met. She blocked Wang Fang with her body and looked around with vigilance. Then she whispered to Wang Fang: "Master, this is dangerous. Some monsters are staring at us!"

After hearing the monsters around, Wang Fang also looked around.

It is close to the painting academy. Most of the shops on both sides of the road sell pens, inkstones for paintings, and calligraphy and painting shops and book shops. The people who come and go are not civilians, but mostly dressed in bright clothes and wealthy families.

There is a big difference between monsters and human races. Unless Xiang Xuansie is so close to humans, it is easy to distinguish them.

However, Wang Fang did not find where the monster Xuan Si mentioned was.

But since Xuan Scorpion discovered something, Wang Fang didn't stay here for a long time, so he took Xuan Scorpion to the North Palace Guard.

At this time, Chunyu Jin was not in the palace guards' yamen. His personal soldiers said that she accompanied the investigative officials sent by the court to the altar of the demon clan to check the function of the altar.

I don't know when I will be back.

Wang Fang's residence was still preserved. He first sent someone to Shuiyun Villa to inform Wukong of coming back, then took Xuan Scorpion into the room, closed the door and asked, "What did you find?"

Xuan Si took out the note and replied: "When I was waiting for you outside Moyu Painting Academy, this note floated in front of me. They wanted to see me..."

Wang Fang knew who they were in Xuan Si's mouth. He took the note and saw the message above.

"At midnight, I saw Zhitong in Lingping Lane"

"Who is Zhitong?"

Xuan Scorpion replied: "Zhi Tong called the demon marquis of the mountain king, and the lizard became a demon. She came to Zejun to investigate the destruction of the altar.

It is well known that the master assisted the Beidian Guard and the East Palace Guard to eliminate the lurking monsters in Zejun. Zhitong's arrival will definitely be unfavorable to the master. But they don't know that I am no longer the mysterious scorpion of the demon clan in the past. Zhitong wants to see me, so he must want me to be an internal response to the master."

Wang Fang read the words on the note again, thinking about how to deal with this situation.

Wang Fang had expected that the demon clan would cause trouble for himself. After all, the demon clan altar is related to the fate of the demon clan, and it is impossible not to investigate if it is destroyed. However, Wang Fang did not expect that the monsters would come so quickly. It seems that the eldest prince has not been idle these days.

Zhitong invites Xuan Scorpion to meet, or not?

If you go... Xuan Scorpion is no longer a demon clan. It is easy to show its legs in front of the 14th level demon lord, so Xuan Scorpion will be in danger.

If you don’t go, you can only be prepared to prevent thieves for thousands of days, and you have to give up many things.

"Go, I'll go with you."

When he heard Wang Fang actually proposed to meet Zhitong with him, Xuan Scorpion said in surprise: "No, no, no, the master cannot take risks. I will go to meet Zhitong, and then let the Great Sage follow him secretly.

As long as Zhitong appears, I will join forces with the Great Sage to kill him."

Wang Fang shook his head and said, "From this note, Zhitong definitely does not believe you completely. And at Moyu Painting Academy, your performance is to favor me and tell me that there are dangers nearby.

Tonight, in Lingping Lane, Midnight, it may turn into an ambush against you. If Wukong goes with you... Maybe they will come to me directly.

Anyway, the purpose of Zhitong seeing you is ultimately for me, so I might as well go to see him on my own initiative.

Once solved, I saved these monsters from being kept thinking about it."

Seeing Wang Fang say this, Xuan Scorpion did not stick to his own ideas, and if he and Wukong both left, Wang Fang would be even more dangerous.

After a while, Wukong rushed to the Beidian Guard. After hearing that there were monsters to fight, he was not worried and was even happier. He waited happily for the evening to arrive. Wang Fang did not go out to run around again, but instead painted with peace of mind and planned how to deal with Zhitong at night.

At night, Chunyu Jin still did not come back, and Wang Fang came to Lingping Lane in advance.

Lingping Lane is located in Huailanfang.

Huailanfang is dilapidated and occupied by beggars and dilapidated houses. The entire market is filled with disrepaired houses, and some places have collapsed in an unsatisfactory way. Those who lie still may have died. This is the dark side of Guangxianze County, full of all kinds of sins and has been forgotten by the outside world.

Even the birthday celebration of King Jiang did not have lanterns and stages arranged here.

Lingping Lane is deep in Huailanfang. At night, there are no lights here, only the moon in the sky provides a faint light.

Wang Jie set up a painting table in the middle of the Lingping Lane, and two candlesticks stood on both sides of the painting table. The candlelight swayed, illuminating the broken walls around, and the swaying shadows made the place even more gloomy and terrifying.

Wang placed a piece of paper on the table and painted with his pen. Xuan Scorpion stood quietly on one side slowly grinding the ink inside the inkstone, and Wukong stood beside Wang Fang with a golden cudgel.

In addition to Xuan Scorpion and Wukong, there are four heavenly soldiers wearing golden armor guarding with guns.

Before coming to Huailanfang, Wang Fang first returned to Sanwen Medical Center to inform Jiang Xiaozhi that he had something to do in the evening, and at the same time transformed the spirit body brought by the osmanthus into a god clan.

Three more gods were harvested, namely two heavenly soldiers and one small immortal.

A total of four heavenly soldiers were pulled by Wang Fang to help him. As for the effect... the people who were originally in the Lingping Lane were frightened and ran away. You know how mighty these heavenly soldiers looked like.

Without anyone disturbing him, Wang Fang knew that his every move was under the surveillance of the monsters, and even the clever Wukong had discovered the monsters hidden in the dark.

Wang Fang did not alarm the monsters. He carefully painted, holding the magic pen of the gods.

The bright moon in the sky is in the sky, and the moon is changing from the declining moon to the full moon. The sky-sky stars dye half of the moon red, and the reddish moonlight reflects the clouds nearby into crimson.

The insect whispered, it was the only sound in the alley.

Wang Fangxin focused on painting under the candlelight, and he was painting a chess picture.

In the painting, a person is sitting behind a chess table facing a chess endgame. The background is the broken wall and the dangerous house corresponds to the ridge and flat alley. In the chess game, there are four soldiers in the red side, one chariot, one soldier, and one handsome man.

Black has not yet drawn chess pieces, and there are not even players playing chess with the people in the painting.

Wang Fang didn't seem to feel that there was something wrong in the painting. The black chess pieces and chess players were just empty, as if waiting for the person who should come.

The night became deeper, and Wang Fang's paintings became fuller.

He added a few strokes of wind to the painting, and the wind blew in the alley. He drew a blooming flower on the broken wall in the painting, and flowers were really blooming on a broken wall nearby.

I don’t know if it is because the wind blows, the flowers he paints, or the wind and paintings he paints, or if it is because of the painting.

It was already time for the second time, and Wang Fang finished his pen and swept away the clouds that blocked the moon in the painting, allowing the moonlight to shine on the chessboard in the painting. At the same time, his painting was also illuminated by the condensed moonlight.
Chapter completed!