I have been delaying here for too long. I wonder if Chunyu Jin can stop the people of the East Palace Guard. If the East Palace Captain breaks in, the fat meat that comes to his mouth will become someone else's.

Wang Fang stood up and said to Gao Zhizhuo: "I have already recorded what Mr. Gao said. Please forgive me if you offend me. After all, I am also for the stability of our Jiang Kingdom.

I will take this monster away, and I will report it to the king truthfully.

Say goodbye."

Goku... takes us back.

After hearing this, Wukong put away the golden cudgel and then blew a strange wind.

The yellow wind and sand were stirring back and forth in the lobby, making everyone unable to open their eyes. After the wind was a little weaker, Gao Zhizhuo looked at it again and saw that Wang Fang and his painting spirit were gone. The goat monster and the two soldiers escorted him were also gone.

After knowing that he was finally safe, his aggrievance and anger came to his heart again. Gao Zhizhuo angrily slapped the coffee table next to him and said angrily: "I, Gao Zhizhuo, will avenge me!"

...

After a while, Wukong fell in the schoolyard of the Beidianwei with Wang Fang on his back. Others did not have such treatment. They were directly swept by the wind and flew along the way. I don’t know how much wind and sand they ate and how many times they roamed.

After landing, both the soldiers from Jinmao Camp or the monsters brought out were squatting on the ground and coughing and vomiting.

Wang Fang jumped off Wukong's back. Wukong's clouds were really anxious, and Wang Fang was also a little dizzy at this time.

"Wukong, can't you use some comfortable spells?"

Wukong said hehe, "Master Wang, you are all mortal bodies and cannot stand the magic of immortals. I can only use the wind to arrest them.

Since nothing happened here, I, Lao Sun, went back."

After saying that, Wukong opened the painting scroll Qiankun and was about to go in. But Wang Fang immediately stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, I have something to say to you."

Leaving Wukong, Wang Fang took back his official position and said to the guard of the North Palace who was surrounding him: "I am Wang Fang, the new chief clerk of the school captain, and the irrelevant personnel immediately withdrew from the schoolyard. Brothers from Jinmao Camp detained the monster and kept the guards in a tight manner.

Wait until the lieutenant returns to the camp before interrogating.”

After dispersing the guards of the North Palace, Wang Fang took Wukong to the back yamen. He came to the room where he had tea with Chunyu Jin. Wang Fang closed the door and invited Wukong to sit down.

Then Wang Fang took out the tea and tea sets at home and brewed the tea on his own.

Wukong was a master who couldn't sit still. When he saw the king put it there to make water and tea, he kept jumping onto the chair and squatting for a while and then jumping down to sit for a while.

In less than three minutes, I felt itchy all over my body, but in less than five minutes, I became crazy.

"Mr. Wang, if you have anything to say to me, Lao Sun, just say it quickly... I'm almost in a hurry."

Wang Fang was still slowly washing and making tea there, then putting tea cups one by one and pouring tea. The tea water exudes amber color and the aroma is condensed.

Wang Fang placed a cup of tea in front of Wukong.

Wukong picked up the tea, not afraid of burning his mouth and drank it dry in one sip, and then said, "This tea has been drunk, Master Wang... can I leave?"

Wang Fang then said, "Wukong, did you not be able to stand your temper when you were learning art in the Seiyue Sanxing Cave?"

Wang Fang's question suddenly made Wukong stunned.

Sun Wukong studied art under the Bodhi Patriarch for ten years. In the first seven years, he was carrying water and chopping firewood, and he never stopped every day. When listening to the ancestor's lecture, he also listened attentively and did not dare to slack off, just to seek the art of immortality.

However, after learning the great way, he gradually forgot his original intention, so he was expelled from the master by the ancestor.

After returning to Huaguo Mountain, Wukong had never encountered an enemy or entered the Dragon Palace. The underworld was like entering a no-man. Low-level monsters flattered and monsters of the same level respected them, and had never encountered any setbacks, which further amplified his monkey nature.

Wukong, who had some clarity in his heart, finally sat down peacefully and asked Wang Fang: "Master Wang suddenly said that I was learning art...what does it mean?"

Wang Fang exchanged a cup of tea for Wukong and said, "In your painting scroll, it is very difficult for mortals to practice. There are naturally fewer gods and ghosts in the world, and even fewer can match you. But this world is different...

The painters here are like the scholars in the Journey to the West, the fourth-level and fifth-level painters are a low-level sergeant in the army.

Under this large base, there are really too many powerful painters.

You can run rampant in the human country that paints the universe, but in Zejun... a Beidian Captain can share the same beauty as you."

After discovering Wukong's rough personality today, Wang Fang was determined to hit him.

This is not the world of Journey to the West.

The threshold for cultivating immortals there is very high, and being a painter here is as simple as reading and literacy. This makes the number of painters in the human race very large. It is not like cultivating immortals being a cold profession, but very secular.

A large base means that there are many top painters. Wukong's ability to be rampant in the Journey to the West is just a very powerful painting spirit.

After listening to Wang Fang's words, Wukong truly thought quietly.

As a born-raising monkey, Wukong is actually extremely smart, but he has never encountered setbacks, which makes him arrogant. But he respects Wang Fang and is willing to listen to Wang Fang, not to mention that what Wang Fang said is reasonable.

"Master Wang, what do I need to do?"

After seeing Wukong figured it out, Wang Fang said, "In the painting scroll, you are the main painting spirit, and I am the painter. All your worlds are created by me, so you will naturally not die, and you will also reach the strongest step by step without any danger.

But the world outside the world is different. I am just an ordinary person, you are just a stronger painting spirit.

If you don't want your scroll to disappear one day, you have to come out and learn to protect it.

Take off this golden armor that represents your arrogance and change it to an ordinary cloth. Don’t always lock yourself in the scroll world, use your mood when you were learning art in the Three Star Cave of the Silent Moon to follow me to recognize what kind of world it is.

I am your painter, you are my painting spirit, we share honor and disgrace. Only by understanding each other and having a tacit understanding can we go further."

At this time, Wukong thought of the three knocks on his forehead by the Bodhi Patriarch, and immediately woke up in his heart. He stood up and bowed to Wang Fang, saying, "Mr. Wang, I understand."

After saying that, the golden armor on Wukong's body scattered into starlight and disappeared. Then he painted the world and unfolded, and a set of Taoist robe he wore when he was learning art in the Silent Moon Sanxing Cave.

Wukong put it on and shook the long sleeves of the Taoist robe, and laughed at Wang Fang, "From today on, I have been practicing beside Master Wang. Drinking this tea is too boring... Master Wang got me Lao Sun some food.

First, we only roast the whole lamb, and then we will get ten kilograms of wine.”

Wang Fang was stunned. Don’t monkeys eat fruits, plums and peaches? Why do you still eat meat? Moreover, this guy is so edible, a meal, a sheep, and ten kilograms of wine, how much does it cost!
Chapter completed!